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Authors: Michele Bardsley
She put her hands on her hips and studied her reflection. The hip-hugging mini skirt and sexy calf boots were solid black; the black-and-teal striped corset paid serious homage to her 34 C breasts.
I didn’t realize I had that much cleavage.
Well, at least now she looked like someone who belonged at the Bondage Bay Resort. If all of
Bad Boy’s
employees were dressing the part, then she could do no less. Of course, she wondered how many of them were
playing
the part as well.
CLAIRE ARRIVED IN the hotel lobby with twenty minutes to spare. When she spotted the little gift shop, she dropped in to grab a bottle of water and a tin of Altoids. Several shelves sported items travelers needed: toothbrushes and nail files, Pepto-Bismol and Imodium, potato chips and peanuts, as well as to-be-expected souvenirs.
On the way to cash register to pay for her water and mints, she paused at a display of key chains: tiny floggers, handcuffs, red hearts, and …
oh, lovely
… male genitalia.
C’mon! Who puts a teeny dick on their keychain?
Next to the display was a row of black coffee mugs. In fancy white typeface one touted:
I Got Tied Up at Bondage Bay Resort
.
She skipped over the shot glasses and snow globes. Unable to resist the sparkle of a rotating rack full of jeweled chokers, Claire plucked off a teal one. The color matched the teal stripes of her corset and the three sparkling gems in the center complemented her diamond earrings.
“Hi there!” said the girl at the register. Her name tag read “Dawn.” “May I ask who the collar is for?”
Claire pulled out a credit card from her day planner. “It’s mine.”
“Wow. Your Master let
you
pick it out?”
The girl sounded astonished. Damn. She didn’t want to breech some jewelry-buying BDSM protocol. “He … er, picked it out and told me to … uh, buy it.”
Dawn smiled. “My master picked out mine, too. I wore my blue collar for more than a year.” She touched the silver-studded, black leather strip around her throat. “When he presented me with this one, we had an official collaring ceremony at the resort—there’s a chapel and a reception hall. Maybe one day you’ll return for a ceremony, too.”
Collaring ceremony?
Claire wasn’t sure how to respond, so she nodded and smiled as she signed the credit card receipt.
“Agreeing to a collar of consideration is a big step,” Dawn chattered as she bagged the items. “There’s no sweeter moment in life than when you offer yourself, body and soul, to the one who loves you.”
“Yeah, that’s a great moment, all right.” Claire took the bag. “Thanks.”
She hurried into the huge lobby, trying to remember Lucius’s directions to the dungeon. Okay. There was the registration desk, entrance to the restaurant, entrance to the bar, entrance to the beach, the hotel shop, the bank of elevators … which left her one option: the large hallway on the right. So, down she went.
Ducking into a bathroom, she put on the choker. It looked really good. She freshened her lipstick and fluffed her hair.
Oh, vanity thy name is Claire.
She stared at herself in the mirror, bemused. “What are you doing, you dolt? You don’t want him to notice you. You want to get out of this job, remember?”
Sighing deeply, she left the bathroom.
After wandering the hall for far too long, Claire started to panic. The hallway branched into several other hallways and there seemed to be a door every ten feet. Lucius had given her directions, but she couldn’t make sense of her own notes. Sighing, she pulled out her cell phone. She loathed calling Lucius or Macintosh. She was not the
helpee
, she was the
helper
. She hated to be late, to be wrong, or to be lost.
Crap!
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