The Job (7)

She wished she didn’t care about what was going to happen next. It would be so much easier, getting fired, if she didn’t like this job so much. Despite what had just happened a bit ago, this was a place that she enjoyed waking up in the morning to come to. And okay, she wasn’t into this whole role-playing thing, but she wasn’t adverse to it either.  Keegan’s hand rested on the small of her back. He wasn’t exactly pushing her, but he wasn’t going to let her wriggle away either. She could have bristled him off, but she didn’t mind the warm touch either. Which was weird, but whatever.

They stopped in front of Jakob’s office. Keegan stepped in front of her, tipping her chin up to make eye contact.

“That…up there?” His free hand pointed to the ceiling, indicating the 2nd floor. “Was not your fault. But tell me, here and now, why were you up there to begin with.”

She really wanted to handle that young woman herself, but in all likelihood, she was lost in the crowd by now. The fucking bitch.

“Someone came and told me that there had been a pee accident in the 2nd floor bathroom.”

“Which someone?”

“I’d like the answer to that question as well.”

Jakob’s voice came from behind the pair. “But in my office, please, and not where someone can overhear this. Rumors fly around here like fucking sparrows. Mandy…” he shifted his hand, indicating that she should enter. Though she would have preferred to sit in the chair, she was steered to the couch. When the two men sat down, she felt dwarfed.

She was not going to fucking cry. A shiver ran through her nonetheless. Keegan rose, and moved to the cabinet on the far side of the office. He pulled out three ornately carved glasses and a tall square bottle. He poured a generous dollop of liquor in each, then brought them back.

She took the proffered glass, but turned it around in her palm. Keegan tugged the heavy leather-clad chair closer to the couch and sat in it, recognizing the lingering effects of shock on her face. She had gone pale again.

“Mandy.”

“I don’t know. I just …. don’t. She came to sit after Keegan left, and told me about the pee and she was kinda demeaning and it made me mad, so I just jumped up and left. Figured it would only take me a minute to clean up, which it would have. I was almost done when…”

“You know that the 2nd floor is heavy sceneing on Saturday nights. You should not have been up there.”

“I know. You can fire me but–”

“Fire you? Why the fuck would I do that?”

“Well, isn’t this place built on obeying…submissive/Dom…all that shit?”

Keegan leaned forward, lifting her glass.

“Drink. Just a sip.”

“I don’t drink. Alcohol is gross.”

“A sip, kitten. Please?”

To see the giant man cajoling her almost made her giggle. With only a little eye-roll, she took a sip. The amber liquid slid like fire over her tongue, burning a trail from lips to her belly. A pleasant glow began to thaw her, warming her from within.

“Happy?” She quirked her head at him.

“Giddy.”

Her lips curved a tiny smile at his droll tone.

“Why are you such an asshole?”

And where the fuck had that come from. She lifted the glass, studied the contents.

“I was born breech, so the asshole came out first. Stayed, too.”

It was obviously an old joke between them because they grinned, but she exploded in giggles. She took a quick sip of the drink, embarrassed to be giggling, and a single drop slid down the wrong way. Coughing brought tears to her eyes, and Jakob began pounding on her back.

Eventually the coughing wound down, but not before the mortification suffused her. Geeze. Way to go, choking on your bosses finest booze.

“Sorry…” she wheezed…”told you I didn’t drink…”

Somehow their positions had reversed, and now Keegan sat beside her rubbing her back in gentle circles, while her boss sat in front of her.

“Okay, let’s cut to the chase here, Mandy. One. I am not firing you. I AM fired up that one of my guests saw fit to ambush one of my employees. That is unacceptable to me, and to any of my crew. It is especially heinous to me since you are not a practitioner of the lifestyle…” There was a pregnant pause, an unspoken ‘yet’.

“Secondly, what happened to you up there was assault. You are more than welcome to go to the police and file charges.” He held up his hand as she began to shake her head no.

“Fine…we’ll handle it in-house then. Just know that in my opinion–and mine is the only one that matters here–what happened to you was a violation and I fully support your taking legal action if that is your decision.”

He paused. His face fell into stern lines, and Mandy knew that the Asshat Dom was in deep shit with Jakob…maybe even worse than if she had gone to the police.

“However, for the moment our guest, who was more than a bit drunk, will have an immediate suspension of his membership until some key issues have been resolved. He has had other incidents in the past. I won’t tolerate someone repeatedly crossing the line here. What happened tonight goes way beyond any prior grievances I’ve gotten about some over-zealous beatings. Sometimes when people are involved in a scene, things can and do go awry. But this? This crosses a line for me. If he’d try raping–real non-consensual sex, not a scene that had been previously agreed to–and to one of my people, what says he’d not try to ambush some unsuspecting newbie? I can’t tolerate that sort of thing, not when I know how much courage it can take to come in for the first time to get the flavor of a BDSM club. To the outside world there isn’t a line between abuse and sexual deviancy –yet it does exist–and I’m not going to let some half-assed Dom wannabe put people at risk for permanent harm–physical or mental. No, best he take a break and get a refresher on the rules.”

“Third, I want a description, to the best of your ability, of the woman who sent you on that errand. That was not mischief, that was malicious, and she too will be dealt with. You can talk to Keenan about the specifics–I’m certain he’ll recognize your assailant–for she is equally to blame.”

“Last–to reiterate–you are not going to be fired–I value your contributions here far too much and it would be more than unfair of me to blame YOU for being assaulted–but I would abjure you to avoid the upper floors on  weekends. This does not say that what happened was your fault…but it is best to limit the areas where those sort of …scenarios…could develop, however unintentionally.”

He turned to Keegan.

“I want increased signage…something before someone goes up, and I think we’ll have some sort of ticketing or pass system so that a newbie doesn’t get caught up and go up. The community comes under fire enough without having someone else be harmed who isn’t seeking that.”

“Sure, I’ll work out the details tomorrow…for now I have Harry keeping an eye on who goes up there.”

“Good.”

“As for you, Mandy, I am going to have Keegan escort you home. Sleep. The whiskey will help with that. Unless you choose to bunk here for the night. There’s a small room in here where you can rest undisturbed if you like?”

“I–I guess I’ll … I don’t know. I…I’m okay.”

She wasn’t, not exactly. But she wasn’t bad either.

“I guess I’ll just go home.” She needed time to process, and a good cry. “I can drive.”

“Not with that head for whiskey,” Keegan helped steady her as she swayed when she rose.  She opted to not protest, just let herself be bundled into his car and driven home. He helped her unlock her door, helped guide her into her bedroom. She was asleep in seconds, and never felt him slip off her sneakers, nor even stirred when he tugged off her jeans and shifted her under the blankets.

Snapping off the bedroom light, he made his way to the kitchen to find a snack, and turned on the small tv in her living room, and settled in to watch the nature channel. He could ignore the hard bulge in his jeans, but not the festering anger that one of his girls had come so close to harm. Sitting vigil in her apartment, knowing she was in a nice warm bed and half-naked, was a small price to pay in penance.

About vanillamom

For 8 years--(EIGHT?!) nilla and M have been a D/s couple. I'm the "small s" side of that designation, as he often reminds me. I'm silly and prone to giggling at inopportune times. He's a wicked Sadist, who feeds me my drug of choice--pain. My brain is always spinning dirty and dark little fantasies, which I sometimes share with the world. Welcome to the nilla-verse. It's wet and slippery here...with a dragon or two lurking.
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18 Responses to The Job (7)

  1. Kayla Lords says:

    Oh my GAWD I love this. Not only more please, but please, PLEASE consider submitting this for publication at some point. Or publishing it yourself. SOMETHING.

    • vanillamom says:

      the author sits, beaming.

      Thank you Kayla–you humble me with your praise…

      nilla

      • Kayla Lords says:

        Yeah, but I’m serious as fuck. I want to crawl into this story and live there for a while. I want to finish reading the whole thing in one sitting and then miss it completely because I’ve had to leave the world. I to make Jakob and Keegan my book boyfriends!

      • vanillamom says:

        I’ve said this before but never as adamantly as now–this is the most incredible compliment I’ve ever gotten…you have no idea–well maybe you do, considering what YOU do for a living!!–how good that makes me feel…

        Thank you. I might. I just put all the chapters in to pages…over 9000 words so far, and that’s just in a week of writing…whoa…

        nilla

    • twonefive says:

      I couldn’t agree more!! I want this for my bookshelf! It’s my favorite of everything i have read here (and i’ve read it all). This one needs released off into the wider world!

      • vanillamom says:

        Hi twonefive–

        wow. I’m just…amazed…that you guys love this so much. Thank you. I may be knocking on Kayla’s door for help to put this one to print…once it’s done. 😀

        nilla

  2. Glad Jakob and Keegan are the good guys.
    Like seeing Keegan’s protective side.,

    • vanillamom says:

      I wish I could do a better job at painting shades of gray, you know? Not make the bad guy a full-on bad guy? but I just can’t. Sometimes people just are bad nuts. 😀

      Glad you like Keegan…me too!

      nilla

  3. nenie says:

    ms nilla,
    i’ve been lurking 4 about 2 years now and have read EVERYTHING you’ve written. this is truly one of your best.
    can’t wait to finish …would luv 2 live among these men.
    this is the my first comment ever ….

    • vanillamom says:

      Hi nenie!
      Thank you for coming out of “lurkdom” and adding your voice…what a wonderful compliment. I’m really deeply touched by how much everyone likes this story, these people. 😀 And here I was thinking…no one is going to relate to this at all, as she finds her way into a very different life…you all proved me very wrong.
      Thank you, so very much–you have no idea how this touches a writers heart.

      nilla

  4. michelle says:

    I agree with Kayla – this is excellent. I want to get to know these characters. And I don’t mind unambiguous characters. Sometimes it’s nice to know who’s good and who’s bad and to not worry about shades of gray.

    • vanillamom says:

      thank you michelle. I agree–sometimes I only want to read something that is escapism, easy on the brain but still interesting. (which is how I write, for the most part!) You won’t find the next great American novel here–but if it turns you on and tunes you in…then that’s terrific!

      Thanks for adding your thoughts. 😀

      nilla

  5. sofia says:

    Love, love, love this – and totally agree with Kayla. ❤

    • vanillamom says:

      Thank you sofia! I’m so very touched by how much everyone loves Mandy and her people. We all find family in so many different ways…I’m so glad everyone, and you, relate to her .

      nilla

  6. katsadako says:

    I just caught up on the last few installments and this is GREAT!

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  8. Wordwytch says:

    Excellent. 🙂 I agree with Kayla. 🙂

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