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will
show you the way. Be on time.”
    He stepped back and then walked
out the door.

Chapter Six
     
    Raul also had a closet full of
BDSM attire. His leathers came with a small pitch fork emblem. Mine
did not. He chose a set that showed off his nearly perfect physique
and exposed his ass cheeks. I knew about the scars on his hip and
upper leg from a motorcycle accident when he was a teenager. He
usually hid the marred skin but with his choice of outfits the
scars were a statement and made him sexier.
    “Do you think they’ll fire me the
first night for frightening the customers?”
    “We’re both walking if they do but
I’ve always told you your scars are exciting and they made me want
to soothe you that first night I chose you as my sub.”
    “Still one of my best memories. Tell me why we
became friends and you no longer top me?”
    “Because you are much better as my assistant than
you ever were as my slave. You cry too easy.”
    “Keep it up and I’ll find some big
bad Dom tonight and leave you alone with Master D.”
    “So it’s Master D.
now?”
    “Well, you never use the same
endearment twice and that man can master me anytime he wants. I
hear he doesn’t bang the staff. What a shame.” He chuckled. “You’re
blushing. This could be a fun night.”
    “Let me dress and then we’ll get
it over with.” I refused to acknowledge his teasing.
    My wardrobe selection was far more
extensive than Raul’s. The closet was the size of my bedroom back
home. There was a mirrored wall and a white plush bench in the
middle of the room. This was mine for thirty days and I would enjoy
every minute. I chose a black leather front lace up corset. There
was a purple ruffle at the top but it didn’t hide much of my
breasts. My nipples would probably spill out at some point during
the night. I chose black leather shorts that also laced up the
sides. I didn’t trust my crotch with Mr. Drip Fest around and I
wanted it covered. I left an inch of skin showing down the center
of the top and down the sides of the shorts.
    My black boots back home were
cheap and uncomfortable. I slipped on a pair of four inch supple
leather ankle boots from the closet and fell in love. They fit like
a dream.
    I didn’t go for garish makeup but
I did put on black eye liner with a slight curl at the sides. My
eyes were a deep dark blue and one of my best features. My hair was
in its customary braid but this one was high on my head. With a
touch of deep red lipstick, I was ready, not .
    My hands shook when I opened the
door. Raul and Carl stood waiting.
    Raul’s whistle had me blushing
which was the biggest downfall of my pale skin.
    Wow Chiquita, I so want to play.”
    “It’s Mistress to you.” It was
time for the show and I wouldn’t take any shit from Raul for the
rest of the night. He knew I wouldn’t discipline him but I had no
problem finding someone who would.
    “Yes Mistress.” He tried to hold it back but I could
hear the smile in his voice.
    “Are all my personal items set up?”
    “Yes.” Was Carl’s reply. I arched
an eyebrow.
    Raul answered next, “I made sure
it was the way you like but my work was overseen Mistress.” Raul
was a tad disgruntled.
    “Let’s do it.” I wasn’t going to
be more ready than I was now.
    We followed Carl. He led us away
from the bank of elevators we took the evening before and stopped
at what looked like another guest room door. Carl entered a pin
number and the door opened. Another elevator door slid quietly to
the side.
    “Use your private suite code for
this elevator and it will take you to the club. You may go there
when you’re not working but proper Domme or sub dress is required.
If you want a normal atmosphere use the lobby or second floor bars.
There’s also an indoor pool and health club. Your room will have a
list of everything the hotel offers. Use your room number on the
bar or dining tab, everything is paid under the terms of your
contract.”
    The door slid open and the