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Marcos complained. “I hire
sex demons for a reason, and it isn’t so you can play demure virgin with the
customers—that is, unless they want a demure virgin. Your job is to keep the
customers happy using any means at your disposal.”
Since setting up scenes involved anything from prepping the
room to showing couples how to use the kinkier sex toys, I’d hardly consider
myself prudish at work. While I’d never done anything truly kinky, I could
teach someone how to wield a flogger like a pro. An hour ago, I’d helped a
demon strap a naked warlock to a St. Andrew’s cross, after which the couple
asked if I’d be interested in participating in the scene. The difference
between them and the demon is that they’d taken my no seriously and thanked me
for my help.
“My job is to set up scenes for our customers, not
prostitute myself,” I said angrily.
“I’m not asking you to prostitute yourself,” he ground out.
“I’m asking you to take that self-righteous stick out of your ass and have some
fun with my customers. Sure, that’ll make me money, but what the hell does it
really hurt? You’re a succubus, which means sex is your whole fucking life. Getting
a little dick at work won’t hurt you.”
“Are you saying I have to let your customers screw me?” I
asked, knowing he couldn’t legally tell me that. The preternatural community
might not frown on prostitution, but they frowned on anyone being forced into
prostitution. There was also the fact that my dad would destroy Marcos if he
even suggested something like that. At times, it paid to have a powerful
father.
“Of course not,” Marcos said with an innocent grin before
grabbing my arm and guiding me across the club.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked, suddenly worried I was
about to get fired. Even though Marcos insisted I didn’t have to screw around
with his customers, I suspected he’d fire me for refusing eventually.
“Didn’t I already tell you I have a request for you?” he
asked irritably. “This guy has paid me some serious money to have you to
himself for the next three hours. He wanted the whole night, but I have to let
Lara leave at ten. Some bullshit about her mother’s birthday. I expect you to
make this guy very happy, Al.”
I stopped and dug in my heels. “Are you telling me you
expect me to have sex with this guy because he paid you?” I demanded. Hadn’t we
just argued about this very subject?
“He didn’t say anything about having sex with you,” Marcos
said with a shrug.
“What’s he getting out of this deal?” I asked.
“Not my problem,” Marcos replied. “He insisted he wouldn’t
hurt you, as if I really give a fuck, but it should make you feel better about
the whole thing.”
“Glad you’re worried about my safety,” I grumbled.
So much for thinking Marcos was rescuing me. Sure, I might
get lucky and this guy might just want my exemplary skills helping with a scene
he had in mind for his partner. Yep, and I could also spout wings and a halo.
Marcos had only pulled me from the demon because he’d been offered more money
by another horny asshole. At least this horny asshole had promised not to hurt
me. Something told me the demon I’d left would have made no such promise.
The playroom Marcos led me to was one of our more vanilla
rooms. It was also one of the few with a bed. That wasn’t the only furniture
the room had, because even housewives who’d never tried anything other than
missionary were turned on by the thought of playing BDSM games. For that
reason, there was a padded spanking bench, and some of the tamer toys were
hanging from the walls.
There was only one man in the room, and his back was to me.
With the dim lighting, I shouldn’t have been able to recognize him from behind,
but I knew who it was. I’d recognize Dylan’s presence anywhere, and I couldn’t
decide if I was relieved or furious. Probably both. While I was glad Dylan’s
arrival had saved me from having to
sex demons for a reason, and it isn’t so you can play demure virgin with the
customers—that is, unless they want a demure virgin. Your job is to keep the
customers happy using any means at your disposal.”
Since setting up scenes involved anything from prepping the
room to showing couples how to use the kinkier sex toys, I’d hardly consider
myself prudish at work. While I’d never done anything truly kinky, I could
teach someone how to wield a flogger like a pro. An hour ago, I’d helped a
demon strap a naked warlock to a St. Andrew’s cross, after which the couple
asked if I’d be interested in participating in the scene. The difference
between them and the demon is that they’d taken my no seriously and thanked me
for my help.
“My job is to set up scenes for our customers, not
prostitute myself,” I said angrily.
“I’m not asking you to prostitute yourself,” he ground out.
“I’m asking you to take that self-righteous stick out of your ass and have some
fun with my customers. Sure, that’ll make me money, but what the hell does it
really hurt? You’re a succubus, which means sex is your whole fucking life. Getting
a little dick at work won’t hurt you.”
“Are you saying I have to let your customers screw me?” I
asked, knowing he couldn’t legally tell me that. The preternatural community
might not frown on prostitution, but they frowned on anyone being forced into
prostitution. There was also the fact that my dad would destroy Marcos if he
even suggested something like that. At times, it paid to have a powerful
father.
“Of course not,” Marcos said with an innocent grin before
grabbing my arm and guiding me across the club.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked, suddenly worried I was
about to get fired. Even though Marcos insisted I didn’t have to screw around
with his customers, I suspected he’d fire me for refusing eventually.
“Didn’t I already tell you I have a request for you?” he
asked irritably. “This guy has paid me some serious money to have you to
himself for the next three hours. He wanted the whole night, but I have to let
Lara leave at ten. Some bullshit about her mother’s birthday. I expect you to
make this guy very happy, Al.”
I stopped and dug in my heels. “Are you telling me you
expect me to have sex with this guy because he paid you?” I demanded. Hadn’t we
just argued about this very subject?
“He didn’t say anything about having sex with you,” Marcos
said with a shrug.
“What’s he getting out of this deal?” I asked.
“Not my problem,” Marcos replied. “He insisted he wouldn’t
hurt you, as if I really give a fuck, but it should make you feel better about
the whole thing.”
“Glad you’re worried about my safety,” I grumbled.
So much for thinking Marcos was rescuing me. Sure, I might
get lucky and this guy might just want my exemplary skills helping with a scene
he had in mind for his partner. Yep, and I could also spout wings and a halo.
Marcos had only pulled me from the demon because he’d been offered more money
by another horny asshole. At least this horny asshole had promised not to hurt
me. Something told me the demon I’d left would have made no such promise.
The playroom Marcos led me to was one of our more vanilla
rooms. It was also one of the few with a bed. That wasn’t the only furniture
the room had, because even housewives who’d never tried anything other than
missionary were turned on by the thought of playing BDSM games. For that
reason, there was a padded spanking bench, and some of the tamer toys were
hanging from the walls.
There was only one man in the room, and his back was to me.
With the dim lighting, I shouldn’t have been able to recognize him from behind,
but I knew who it was. I’d recognize Dylan’s presence anywhere, and I couldn’t
decide if I was relieved or furious. Probably both. While I was glad Dylan’s
arrival had saved me from having to
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