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Sweet.

We'll fucking see about that.

"Thank you."

Constantine takes my arm. "Your private room is ready. Your boy should be down any minute."

He ushers me into a black room with a purple lava lamp and instructs me to sit.

10

OLLIE

“We'll giveyou five hundred dollars now and five hundred after.”

I stand in the back office of the Little Bunny Club. I arrived ten minutes ago and the club manager, Valentin, immediately ushered me down a dark hallway. I received my negative STI tests earlier this week which means I’m good to go. Valentin told me I only needed to show him my ID and sign consent forms before I began working tonight.

Truthfully, I'm nervous as fuck. My only experience with sex work was in the Diavolos' warehouse. They didn't respect my consent, not even a little. They gave me a safe word, but whenever my clients ignored it, they told me to deal with it.

It's only one night. You can do this.

“One thousand dollars total?” I stare at Valentin. He's two heads taller than me and ripped as hell. His biceps bulge and the expensive suit he wears barely contains them. The diamond watch on his left wrist sparkles in the office lights, sending transient patterns of diamonds to the floor.

“Plus tips.” He heaves his leather briefcase on the desk. “Our clients are quite generous. Most boys walk out of here with two or three grand minimum. Our best escorts—the ones who've done this for years—take home over five thousand dollars on Saturday nights.”

I press the pads of my thumbs together. The money sounds great, it does. I can already picture the things I'll buy with it.

Food.

New clothes.

A disguise to sneak into Zaire Diavolo's daughter's wedding.

The cash means I won't need to rob a single motherfucker on the street anymore.

“New hires?” I grit my teeth. “I understand your regular boys make a killing. But I've never done this before. I don't know what clients expect of me.”

“Give me your ID.” Valentin sticks out his hand. “Once I log it in the system, I'll go over everything."

Reaching into my back pocket, I retrieve my wallet and pull out my stolen ID. I slide it across the table to Valentin.

He checks my birthdate and glances at me to verify I match the picture. Thank fuck the disguise I purchased to match Kobe Bailey works. My blond hair curls over my ears and brushes against my temples. He runs it through the system and I breathe a sigh of relief when it goes through.

Lifting his index finger, he motions for me to go with him. "Follow me."

He leads me to a locked closet on the other side of the office. He opens it and fumbles through a shelf of packages before tugging one out.

After shutting the closet door, he slides the package in my hand. "This is your uniform. You'll wear this tonight when you meet your first client."

Peeling back the plastic covering, I check out the uniform. A pair of black tights and a lace thong greet me. A marker that saysKitty Whiskerslies on top of the underwear, glistening with sparkles. Next to the marker, fluffy kitten ears with gemstones wait for me. A kitty tail with a soft tip wraps around a miniature bottle of black nail polish.

It takes a moment for the contents to register. When they do, I tick my eyes up to Valentin.

"You want me to wear this?"

"If it's a problem, you can choose something else." Valentin gestures to the closet. "I have pink dresses and thongs. Blue bras and panties with stilettos. I even have a rainbow onesie none of the other boys have worn yet. You strike me as a boy with darker tastes which is why I chose the kitten outfit. We reserve that for our top performers."

I run my fingers over the kitten ears. "If the other boys would prefer to wear it, they can have it. I don't want to encroach on their territory."

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