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Then, the conversation about last night needs to happen. It’s not a matter of choice; it’s a matter of responsibility. I have to be honest and forthcoming, even if it risks ruining what little we have left. I’ll promise to support her in any way I can, both emotionally and financially, and I’ll hope she sees that my intentions are true.
Lastly, I need to respect her space and boundaries. I won’t push her into anything, and I’ll give her the time she needs to process all of this. I’ll do everything I can to make amends, but I won’t force her into anything she’s not ready for. That’s not how I treat women. It’s not how any of us treat women, and we won’t stand for it at our club either.
The thought of facing her and confessing my mistakes is daunting, but I can’t let fear hold me back. It’s time to take responsibility for my actions and do everything in my power to make things right.
The weight of my mistakes hangs heavy on my conscience, and as I reflect on last night, it dawns on me that what happened wasn’t just a fleeting one-night stand. I felt something, a connection that runs deeper than the physical. I want more than just a casual encounter; I want to know her, to be part of her life. The realisation hits me like a ton of bricks, and I understand that I’ve let my own pride and fear get in the way of something that could have been meaningful. It’s a bitter lesson, but one that fuels my determination to make amends and pursue something real with her, no matter how challenging it may be.
CANDY
I’m still burning when I step into the changing room and about twenty people all turn to stare at me. Whoa. My eyes widen at their costumes. Uniforms? Outfits.
Whatever.
I don’t know where to look.
“Candy! Over here!” Vixen calls, enthusiastically waving me over. I quickly cross the dressing space to join her, glad of a friendly face. Whispers and stares follow me as I go.
“Ignore them,” Vixen says as soon as I get to her. “Boss said to give you this locker again. You’ll find tonight’s outfit inside. But you better hurry, if I’m going to do your hair and makeup again, I don’t have a lot of time.”
I nod and quickly pull the heels out of my bag, and open the locker. Hanging inside is another ice blue outfit, but this time it’s a velvet two piece.
I slip it from the hanger and stare in dismay. I can’t wear this. It’s worse than the slip that showed my nipples; at least I could pretend I was wearing a dress. This is lingerie. Borderline tacky lingerie at that.
No. It’s not tacky. The velvet is thick and plush and butter soft, and screamsexpensive,but it’s…slutty.
I’m not one for slut shaming, but there’s no other word for it.
A miniskirt so short it won’t cover the curve of my ass and a bra top with ruffled straps and a bow in the centre. The edges of the entire outfit are trimmed in lace, and there’s even a lace bustle on the back of the skirt, with another matching blue velvet bow. It’s oddly bridal and virginal, without being white.
“Hurry up, Candy! Your accessories should be in the bottom of the locker.”
I check again and find a matching blue Santa hat, complete with white fur trim and a pompom, an ice blue silk G-string, and white lace hold ups.
“Aren’t they so cute!” she gushes. “I’m so jealous of your look. Your character is just the sweetest. If I tried to wear pastels I’ll be laughed off the stage!”
“Stage?” I squeak.
She winks and shimmies her shoulders, jiggling her sizable breasts. “Exhibitionist, baby. But don’t you worry. The boss made it perfectly clear that you’re just here to work the bar…for now.”
She’s fully dressed in a knockout purple metallic leather corset with spikes, fishnets and dangerous-looking metal stiletto boots with buckles on. The ensemble is complete with dramatic dark eye makeup, and a long leather bullwhip which she places on the bench next to me.
Okay. She looks amazing. But I could never pull that off. Maybe my underwear isn’t so bad. I quickly change into my costume for the night, cringing at the sight of my stomach on show. I don’t know who’s in charge of our uniforms but I’ll need to speak to someone about my preferences if I get hired.
“Didn’t get that wax, I notice,” Vixen mutters.
“Erm, no. I mean, I’m not officially hired yet, so I thought why bother.”
She stares at me like I’m crazy. Like I just declared I don’t wipe my arse when I shit or something equally gross. Her silent judgement makes me feel hick.
“Let me adjust your straps for you.”
She doesn’t wait for permission, tightening the straps on the bra until my boobs are hitting my chin and threatening to spill out.
“You need to scoop and swoop.”
“I…what?”
She leans forward to demonstrate and somehow her already impressive cleavage suddenly becomes dynamite.
