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I grazed through my first couple of classes in a bit of a daze. I didn’t not pay attention, but I was certain I had missed a few things that I would regret later. I just didn’t have the capacity to not anticipate handing over my NDA slash employment contract in a few hours. Although there were only a few pieces of paper to all of it, the weight of it felt like a hardback encyclopedia in my bag. When I finally got to Browning’s class, my hands weren’t the only things damp on my body.

I picked the same seat I had sat in previously, thankful for the fake feeling of an easy escape to the door. Although today, there wasn’t a single part of me that was thinking of leaving this room. The energy in the classroom was attentive and slightly strained, her command of the room was intimidating, even as most of us were in the final stages of getting our degree. It was a little refreshing to see the effect she had on some of the more established and confident students. She imbued the sense of a level playing field for everyone. We were all equally insubstantial to her experience and knowledge, and she made sure we all knew it.

As the class ended and people started shuffling their way out, I slowly pulled out the NDA from my bag, my hand shaking a little. But I wasn’t scared. I walked towards the desk with papers in hand, and my head high. I knew this is what I wanted, potential career be damned, I wanted to feel her fire again. She sat down at her desk, leaning back and crossing her legs displaying her thighs as my eyes wandered over them unashamed. She leaned on the side of one armrest, a predatory smile on her face as just one finger rested on her temple. I swallowed, hard, twice.

She held her other hand out to me, and I had to lean quite a ways over the desk to put the papers in her hand, the position highlighting my chest as her eyes took notice. I flushed a little then, I don’t think her attention would ever lose its power over me. She slowly took the papers, flipped to the back to find my signature and list of personal preferences.

“Snowman?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. I could only nod in anticipation. She tossed the papers on the desk as if they didn’t hold the weight I had been giving them all day. She leaned on the desk now and linked her fingers together. She licked her lips and a visible tremor went through my body.

“There is still a lot of work to be done on the club before it opens, but I have a feeling, you, are going to be a part of its success. I can’t wait to show you all of the, perks, being an employee has,” she looked me up and down. “I took the liberty of looking up your class schedule and building a work schedule around them,” she stood now, and walked over to my side of the desk. I swallowed again, her simple proximity had my blood boiling. She stood in front of me now, close, but still not close enough. She smiled encouragingly at me, it was genuine, reaching her eyes, and my heart fluttered.

“You know, I did a little research on you, Jessica. You are quite the student, I think you have a bright future as a lawyer, or in, other, occupations,” her eyes roamed over my body again. I pursed my lips before licking them. She met my eyes now with a serious look and her jaw flexed. “The choice is always yours. Don’t ever forget that, or your safeword. The NDA and employment contract are binding to the rules, but not your participation. What we do at the club is very,” she searched for a word, “intense, and you need to remember you can exit from the arrangement at any time, with no consequence to your education or grades. OK?” All I could bursa escort do was slowly nod, not totally certain what kind of things I was about to be involved with.

“Jessica, I need you to tell me you understand,” she raised her eyebrows at me. I swallowed.

“I understand Professor,” I concluded. She stood tall in front of me now, the corners of her mouth tugged upwards but didn’t quite smile.

“When you are working for me, you call me Mistress, when we are in class or on campus Professor will suffice. I think you will be useful working in the club before it opens given your work history. I will email you a work schedule now. There is still a lot of setting up that needs to be done and I’m working against the clock. You can help get the bar set up, clean up after the construction workers, and help run errands or whatever else I need. Do you have any questions?” her excitement was evident now. She seemed to genuinely want me on board which excited me. I was contemplating everything she said for a moment.

“What do you mean with with my work history?” I wondered. She almost laughed at me but held it back trying not to offend me.

“Darling, everyone involved with the club goes through quite an extensive portfolio. The FBI itself would be jealous of what my team can dig up on a person. Safety is a priority, I’m sure you will understand why soon enough. Any other questions?” she seemed to dangle that tidbit for me.

I gripped my bag too tightly now and slowly shook my head. She raised both of her eyebrows and cocked her head at me. I swallowed.

“No, I don’t have any questions right now,” I remembered her telling me to use my words earlier and she seemed to be delighted that I had paid attention. She smiled again and ran one single finger down my cheek to my chin.

“Very well, you may go now,” she concluded.

When I got home, I took off my bag and grabbed a beer from the fridge swallowing half of it before sitting at my bar. I took in a deep breath. I had not the slightest idea what I was getting myself into, but I knew I wanted it more than I wanted to be a lawyer. That thought made me feel a little conflicted, I never thought being a lawyer would not be my primary concern in the grand scheme of my life. I had been a first hand witness to how a high paid team of lawyers could manipulate the system against someone and ruin their life. Thinking of those memories watered my eyes as tears threatened to flow. After all these years, I tried to fool myself into thinking I had coped with the reality of my past.

My mother was taken advantage of by high paid lawyers. They took everything from her, from me. The financial stress of fighting the case, and public humiliation led her to take her life so I could be free from it all. But this was something you could never outrun or be unbound from. I would never have an adult relationship with my mother. All because some big company could afford better lawyers. I was going to be better than all those lawyers combined one day, but the kicker was, my mother still wouldn’t be here to see it happen. I let the tears fall now as I finished my beer and grabbed another.

This job, this club, whatever it was, was a means to an end, no matter how much it made me feel alive again, it was a means to an end. I couldn’t afford to forget that. My mother couldn’t afford for me to forget it. A little tipsy and teary eyed, I plugged my new work schedule into my planner and cried myself to sleep. This job was just a means to an end was my last çanakkale escort thought.

As I walked to the new club, I had a new sense of reality. I was going to go in, work hard, and leave. Nothing was going to stand in the way of me graduating and finding a sense of resolve in working cases like my mother’s. I was going to be professional, orderly, and confident. As I walked into the club I found Pro-Mistress standing at the same table as before. She glanced up at me with a small smile as I approached.

“Good you’re early, I think we should start with taking a tour and explain what the final product would look like. Follow me,” she started walking towards the back, all the contractors seemed to either not notice her or quickly move out of our way as she led us around. We went to a set of stairs that were beside the stage and ascended them. At the top there was a long hallway with about a dozen doors on either side. We walked past all the doorways that hadn’t even been fitted with doors yet as I glanced inside each one. They didn’t seem to differ from each other at this stage in construction.

“Each of these rooms will have a theme. The back half of these will be the private rooms specifically designed for our more, exclusive private members. The front half will be for private members only as well, but they also have a viewing area, some of the viewing areas are visible, some are not,” she continued as we dodged workers in the hallways. At the end of the hallway was a bar-like counter being installed. But with more shelves behind it than any bar I had ever seen.

“Here, there will be a private bar, and shop of sorts. Patrons can get drinks, or,” she paused to look at me, “any other thing they might need to enjoy their stay. I hope, this is where you will be best utilized, for now. I’ll add the date for you to get your alcohol handlers card and any classes you need to mix whatever cocktail has ever been created here. I know you were never actually a bartender, but your old boss speaks very highly of your ability to hop in and learn. Your customer service experience will be good for selling all the other goods we carry here. Your discretion, absolutely mandatory,” a few workers headed towards us carrying a large piece of glass, unnoticed to me. Browning pushed towards me suddenly, clutching my arms and pushing me backwards to get out of their way, our bodies almost touching. My breath caught in my throat and I swallowed. She looked into my eyes, tried to hide her smirk, then dropped her hands and stepped back.

She jutted her head to the side, indicating I would follow her again, as we went back downstairs. She led me to the large bar on the side of the big main room. The main floor was barren but opened to a stage. I imagined it would eventually be filled with cocktail style tables and lounges around the edges. What would happen on that stage was still a mystery to me.

“This is the main room, accessible to all members, but this is still a private club, no one gets in here that hasn’t already been through the ringer of our background check. Shawna, I’m sure you remember from, the first night we met,” I blushed at the memory of that night, “she is in charge of all the interior designs and, artwork.” she hesitated before the last word. “The other men you met, they are in charge of the background work, security, and building a client base, and negotiating with the contractors. Over here,” she started walking to the side opposite the bar. We walked through a garage sized door that led to a rize escort smaller version of the room we were just in, it was almost identical but a third of the size.

“This room is for less casual members, but not quite at the exclusive level as the private rooms above the stage. You might also end up bartending this room as much as the one upstairs. I would prefer,” her eyes raked up and down my body again, “that you only serve our more exclusive members.” She walked back to the makeshift counter I kept finder her at without a word. I stood on the opposite side of her until she crooked her finger at me to come around to her side.

“Do you know how to read blueprints?” she asked, as I walked to stand beside her and look at the strewn out papers on the desk, none of them making sense to me. I was about to nod my head, when I remembered her chastising me for not using words.

“No, I was never really interested in architecture outside of appreciating it,” I said.

She stood behind me, leaning against the counter with both hands, myself in the middle. Her body pressed against my back and I could feel her breath on my ear before she spoke. I was instantly wet. “These,” she whispered heavily into my ear, “have been in the making for a few years now. This one here,” she pointed to a large blueprint as her body pressed into mine, “is for the private rooms above the stage. It outlines all the electricity, plumbing, and structure of the walls. Particularly how thick the walls will be, making them,” she nibbled my ear a second as my eyes closed and I squeezed the counter in my hands, “completely, soundproof.” I bit my lip, not even noticing all the workers buzzing around us as her sensations pushed me into my own world.

She took one hand and pressed it on my thigh, lightly before stroking in small circles. My body pulsed in response, my panties immediately wet. She ran her hand up my skirt to the top of my panties, squeezing beside my hip bone. I moaned into the lip I squeezed between my teeth. Her hot breath carried a chuckle to my ear. She moved her hand forward, following the top of my panties to just underneath my navel. She rubbed one finger gently under the top of my panties and I involuntarily pushed back into her slightly with my eyes still closed. I could feel her smile against my cheek.

“All these people around and you still want me, what would happen if I stroked your clit? I bet, I would find you completely soaking wet,” she crooned in my ear while continuing to draw small circles under my belly button and just beneath my panties. The counter reached just to my belly button, our stance would look a little provocative, but no one would be able to tell she had her hand up my skirt from this angle. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Was this what she wanted me to do for my job? I definitely wanted this, almost needed her to touch me, right here, in front of all these unsuspecting people. But I needed this job to get through college and have some money to live on before I found a job somewhere. I didn’t want to disappoint her sexually or otherwise. I was so worried she wouldn’t like what she found, even though she had already brought me to a mind blowing orgasm before.

I still didn’t really understand what was so special about this club, she said she had wanted me to be a bartender right? That didn’t involve fucking her did it? I definitely wanted her to fuck me, right here, right now. I struggled with that realization, it was the only thing I ever wanted more than I wanted to be a lawyer. But this was in the heat of the moment right? Anyone would be turned on by a sexy, successful, older woman in power, in front of a bunch of men right? Knowing that they would never be privy to the sexual control she had over me. They would be jealous, and that thought turned me on even more. I almost wanted them to be jealous, to see that I got to enjoy this powerful vixen, and they didn’t.