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Hannah’s brows snapped together. “Will you get in trouble?”

Cat chuckled. “Probably.”

“But you’re not worried?”

“Hell, no. Macy would never hurt me.”

Hannah thought that was wonderful but couldn’t help being slightly envious. She’d never had someone care about her that much, and she couldn’t see it happening in the future.

“We’ve got a little over an hour. Let’s shower, and then I’ll show you the outfit I picked out for you.”

“The smile on your face makes me very afraid,” Hannah said.

Cat laughed. “Stop being so chicken.”

Hannah rolled her eyes. She liked having a friend. She didn’t know how long she’d be around, but she would enjoy Cat as much as she could until she had to leave.

Chapter Eleven

Hannah turned one way in the mirror and then the other. “Cat, there’s got to be more to this.” Cat had given her a tight white corset that pushed her breasts up with a short black leather skirt. Hannah was afraid whenever she bent down, people would be able to see her tush, or God forbid she sneezed, her boobs would pop out of the top. Cat said they weren’t allowed to wear shoes, so she didn’t have to worry about that.

Cat giggled. “Nope. You’ll get used to it. Hey, Hannah, let me put this on.”

Hannah looked down at the strand of white stones.

“What is this?”

“It’s a sub collar. Every sub has to have one. It tells everyone who you are. Mine is emerald green, the color of Macy’s ring. The white one you’re using is generic. It just states that you’re a sub and protected by the masters. If you find someone you want to get to know, you’re supposed to go to them, and they’ll exchange the white one for a pink one.”

Hannah looked in the mirror and ran her fingers over the choker. It was beautiful and delicate. She liked the fact that it gave her a certain amount of protection. She couldn’t believe how apprehensive she was and kept telling herself she’d get used to it and not freak out.

The last few hours, she had asked Cat one question after another. There were so many more, but Hannah was trying to hold off. She didn’t want to overwhelm her new friend.

Hannah learned a lot and was glad she’d asked Cat, or she would have been terrified walking into the club tonight. She knew she’d still have a lot of adjusting to do but was better prepared.

“Let’s go. You’ll be with me tonight.”

Hannah relaxed even more, knowing she wouldn’t be on her own.

Hannah could hear the low, decadent music and voices when they exited the elevator. When Cat opened the door, Hannah stood there speechless.

Cat wrapped an arm around her waist. “You’ll be fine. I promise.”

Hannah tore her eyes away from half-naked or naked people talking or making out. In one of the shadowed corners, Hannah could tell two people were having sex right in front of everyone.

“Let’s go to the bar. Macy’s behind it tonight, and he’ll tell us what section ours is.”

“How many waitresses are there?”

“Altogether, there are twelve of us, thirteen with you, but only four work each night unless they’re expecting a larger crowd. Most girls work one night a week and then get their club fees free.”

“Will I get paid?”

“Yes. You and I will get paid since we live here,” Cat said.

Her friend led her up to the end of the bar and sat on the stools. Cat waved at Macy when she got his attention. Macy walked up, and his eyes widened when he took in both women.

“Holy shit,” he said.

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