“Scarlett, your client is here.”

I rose from the couch in the dressing room and glanced in the mirror on my way out the door. I didn’t have any idea what this client was into, so I didn’t know if I was dressed suitably for him in a curve-hugging pencil skirt and blouse. If he wasn’t into the naughty headmistress look, I could always run back and change into something from my bag. I just hoped he wasn’t looking for a nun, because I had accidentally spilled hot wax all over my nun habit earlier in the shift.

I was so distracted with reassuring myself how the odds of two Catholic fetishes in one shift were low, that I was in front of my client before I looked up to greet him… and realized he hadn’t come alone.

The man I presumed to be “Ryan” stood... Read More