EXTRACT FOR
Devil's Playground
(Faye Valentine)

Part of her expected him to pull onto some dark and deserted road leading into the woods where he would do unspeakable things before burying her corpse where no one would ever find her, so when he pulled into the parking lot of a packed club, she breathed a sigh of relief. The first thing that she noticed was that the massive, three-story building was well-lit and very clean with no windows except on the third floor where she assumed the apartments were located. The second thing she noticed was that everyone going in and standing in line was dressed in some form of fetishwear. "Um, we seem to be underdressed, Sir."

"Being the owner has its privileges."

"Yes Sir. Is that how I will have to dress if I work here?"

"We have uniforms based on your station but, yes, you'll wear some form of fetishwear. Is that going to be a problem?"

"Only if I have to buy it, Sir."

"They come with the job and are yours to keep if you find something else. You ready?"

"Not at all, but I promised I'd take a look, so, after you, Sir. So, I'm guessing the apartments are on the third floor because of the windows, but what's on the second?"

"Specialized VIP rooms. Each is dedicated to a particular fetish like schoolgirl/teacher, secretary/boss, doctor/patient and so on," Simon explained. "If you really want to make the best tips then you'll learn all you can about each fetish offered and all the ways you can incorporate pleasuring your partner or partners."

"Okay. So, do I just go to one of the rooms and wait for someone to show up, or what?"

"No," Simon said as he stepped around the burly bouncer and pulled the door open. "After you."

"Thank you, Sir."

"HEY! Why the fuck did you let them go in ahead of us? They're not even dressed right!" A twenty-something blonde wearing a red latex dress and knee-high boots demanded to know. To her annoyance, the bouncer just stood there staring straight ahead. "You hear me, dimwit? Fuck it, if they can just walk right in then so can I!" Taking a step forward, she was met with a tree trunk of an arm that nearly close-lined her. "What the fuck, man? Are you trying to kill me! Let me in right god damn now or..."

Turning, the 6'7" 305 pounds of muscled bouncer turned and towered over the 5'3" petite woman. "Or what?" he scowled. "Your attitude tells me you'll be nothing but trouble so take your Karen ass back to your car, get in and drive the fuck away because you're not wanted here."

"Fuck you! I know the owner and..."

"Lady, you don't know shit so get lost."

"When I tell him what rude..."

"Did you know that man that just walked in?"

"No, but..."

"That was the owner. Now fuck off before I call the cops and have you arrested for trespassing."

The line of people busting out in laughter, the woman -face redder than her dress, stormed off into the parking lot. 

"You, you, you, you, and you," the bouncer said, pointing to three men and two women. "Head on in."