Page 46 of Unexpected Hero

It’s the welcome distraction I need from my humdrum and stressful life. It gives me balance.

As I open the door to the main room, the lights are dimmed. Soft music fills the air over the din of nondescript conversations. It’s too early to be busy. The peak time is 2200 to 0100. Another hour until the place is vibrating.

The main room is expansive, with couches and seating areas spread around the space. There’s a small stage at one end that we use for demonstrations or classes like the mandatory orientation for new members. A few times a week, we also use that area to cover various topics to allow people to explore their kinks while keeping safety at the forefront.

I’ve taught a few classes over the years but don’t particularly care for it. I’m not a fan of public speaking.

I spot Dante in the corner, talking to his current sub, Sherry. She’s wearing a black, sheer, thigh-length robe over her bra and panties and keeping her eyes downcast, as I’d expect. He’s dressed in his usual attire — crisp black jeans and a freshly-pressed dress shirt. Somehow, he manages to pull off classy and casual simultaneously.

There’s no dress code here. Anything goes. Whether that be business clothes, jeans, or lingerie and leathers.

Before approaching Dante, I turn down the first hallway on the left and drop off my things in my locker.

Returning to the main floor, I pass a couple going at it on a large couch along the wall. I glance at them, giving them just enough attention to ensure it’s consensual, then move along.

Weaving between the couches, coffee tables, and sitting areas, I nod in silent greeting to a few members.

When I approach Dante, we shake hands in greeting. After exchanging meaningless pleasantries with him, I address his sub politely.

Dante smacks her on the ass. “Sherry, go walk the room.”

She nods demurely and leaves without hesitating. Sherry’s a good sub. I’ve topped her on occasion, but not since Dante took interest in her. I expect he’ll collar her soon. All the Doms know she’s officially off-limits. I have no qualms about it, and neither do the others. Everyone looks out for the subs — male and female alike. That’s part of why I want Lettie here. I know my peers will have my back.

“What’s up, James? I can see the wheels spinning in that big head of yours.”

Cutting to the chase, I explain, “There’s a young woman who needs a job. I was hoping you could find work for her at the reception.”

“Is she pretty?”

I scoff. “Does that matter?”

“In general, for club employment, no. But at the reception? I’d prefer it. This is an upscale club, and we need to make a good impression. The first person the members see should have a certain... look to them.”

Not sure how I feel about that, but I guess it makes sense.

“Yes, she’s beautiful.”

Like a goddess come to life.

“How old?”

“Twenty-four.”

He whistles and shakes his head. “Pretty young.”

“She’s legal.”

“True. Is she responsible? Trustworthy? Did you do a check on her already?”

“Background is clear. She’s smart, friendly, and I think she’d do a great job.”

He crosses his arms and eyes me carefully. “How long has she been part of the lifestyle?”

“That’s the thing. She hasn’t. It’d be new to her.”

“James, come on. Does she even know what we do here?”

“I haven’t told her about this place yet. I wanted to talk to you first.”

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