Layla

by Claire Marta

  Thomas

  “That went better than expected.” Adam says. “How do you feel about it all?”

  “I’m annoyed, but I’ll live. That girl needs a firm hand. It’s only been one night but I can tell she has a habit of letting her mind wander. I’m surprised this is the first time she’s been in trouble.”

  “She’s good at her job. Does whatever needs to be done without having to be asked. Is good help behind the bar. But, yes, she does need some guidance. You looking to take on a submissive?”

  “No. Especially not now. I’ll help her if she asks, but she won’t since she ‘hates me’.” I use air quotes and Adam smirks.

  “They all say that before they actually learn.” He eyes his sub, who, instead of being at Adam’s side is sitting on a stool in the corner, gagged.

  I heard all about the club manager’s mouthy sub when I looked into applying for the job. I’m surprised he let Layla off as easy as he did, I can feel the tension rolling off him.

  “That is true. Thank you for giving me a chance. I think I’m going to fit in well here, tonight was a shitshow, but it happens.”

  “It does. It seems I was wrong. Not something that happens often. Try not to give me any more reasons to doubt you, Thomas. I’m starting to like you.”

  I nod at the vampire. Then stand and see myself out.

  What I want to do is go home and shift, light something on fire to get this aggression out. But instead, I head down to the bar and sit.

  The night is winding down, there are a few stragglers but the place is a lot quieter than it was earlier.

  “Something to drink?”

  “Whatever is the strongest.”

  Eli nods and ducks underneath the bar, I hear something unlock and then he’s back with a bottle. “Don’t tell Adam, this is his personal stash of scotch, but it looks like you need it.” He pours three fingers and slides the glass over to me.

  “Thank you.”

  I study him as he wipes down the bar.

  His black hair shines under the lights, his skin is pale, if I didn’t know any better I’d think he was fae, it’s frustrating that I can’t get a good read on him.

  “You’ll never know. Unless I want you to.”

  My eyes snap to Eli’s. His are so endlessly blue they’re mesmerizing, too bad he has a boyfriend and I’m not into men.

  “Everyone always wants to know, but I mask myself for a reason, so I’d give up now if I were you.”

  “Thanks for the tip.” I raise my glass to my mouth and take a sip.

  It goes down smooth, Adam has nice taste.

  “I hope you know Layla didn’t mean to embarrass you. I’m not even sure she knows she embarrassed you.

  “She’s curious but she’ll never admit it. Just give her a chance, okay?”

  “She’s a good girl. I could tell that. Needs to keep her head out of the clouds though.”

  He chuckles. “That she does. She’s a dreamer. She’s one of the youngest ones here. Doesn’t really understand the world.

  “I’ll talk to her. I’m sorry for the part I played.”

  “It’s all right. My first day might have been a little more exciting than I wanted, but no one got hurt and that’s the important part.”

  Eli smiles, it’s dazzling. “I need to finish shutting down and take inventory. But I’ll see you around. All drama aside, I think you’ll fit in great here. I can see you’re a good, caring Dom, on top of being intense. It’ll give you a full schedule.”

  “I’m counting on it.” I knock back more of the drink while Eli tidies up behind the bar.

  I want to ask questions about Layla, but I don’t know how I feel about her right now. She’s both a pain in my ass and someone I find intriguing. Which is a dangerous combination.

  It’s best I stay well away from her for the time being.

  Layla

  “I thought I’d find you back here.”

  Glancing up at the sound of Eli’s voice, I give up the pretense of eating. The sushi I made in my class before coming to work looks unappealing. For once, my normal enjoyment is absent.

  “Oh hi.” Sealing the lid, I stove the box containing my dinner back in my bag.

  “You don’t have to hide you know.” Dropping down beside me, he gestures around the storage room. “Isn’t it a bit lonely eating on your own?”

  “If I take my break anywhere else I won’t get a moment’s peace. Some of the members seem to think that after what happened I’m up for anything. It’s like sharks scenting blood in the water.” I confide.

  Three days since the incident with Thomas and things have yet to settle down. Avoiding the golden-eyed ass has been easy. Sticking to the tasks Adam set me, I haven’t seen much of anyone else. As unpleasant and tiring as it is, I’m happy to be away from the main floor for the majority of my working hours.

  Eli chuckles. “It can’t be that bad.”

  “Apparently I have ‘untapped potential’,” I tell him with air quotes. “Or so I was told by Enrico, that Spanish Dom with the nice set of abs. I’ve said no so many times I’m starting to think he might be Deaf.”

  “It’s not like you haven’t been asked before.”

  He’s right. I have but never to this extreme. The buzz set off by Thomas’s arrival doesn’t seem like it's going to die down soon either. He’s been busy with clients asking for him exclusively. Not that I care. I have no interest in talking to him again let alone another disastrous scene.

  Dragging my bag onto my lap, I hug it tight. “Maybe I should just move permanently to the ocean. Find my self some remote deserted island.”

  “With no sushi restaurants? No TV? No one to talk to you?” Eli points out with a lift of his eyebrow. “You’d go crazy.”

  He has a point.

  “Well…okay…” I amend, bumping my shoulder against his. “Maybe an island that’s near somewhere that has all those things.”

  “It wouldn’t be remote then would it?”

  Rolling my eyes, I sigh. “Why do you have to ruin my daydream.”

  A smile inches up his lips flashing me his perfect white teeth. “That’s exactly what got you in trouble in the first place. Come on, break time’s over. I wanted to make sure you weren't lost in your own little world again.”

  Taking his outstretched hand, I let him tug me up with him to our feet. “Thanks, Eli.”

  He’s the only person in this place who knows all my hiding places. Others might be able to scent me out, but none can get into the tight spaces I can. Trooping out of the closet, I make sure to close the door after us. I don’t need any more trouble with Adam. I’m in enough as it is.

  “Can I leave my bag behind the bar?”

  “Sure I’ll watch it for you.” Eli agrees taking it from my hand.

  Emerging into the main part of the club, my attention is immediately caught on one of the scenes taking place. Enrico has a coveted space in the middle of the floor. Seated on a stool, the attractive dark-haired Spaniard, has a writhing sub stretched across his lap. Naked and moaning, she can’t seem to stay still. One hand on the graceful curve of her spine, his other is between her legs. From the angle I’m at, I can clearly see his wrist, the rest of his hand inside her. With a keening sound, she pushes her ass up in the air.

  Pain and pleasure are twisted across her pretty face at the fisting. Hair tied up in a knot on top of her head, it gives anyone watching a clear view of the emotions she’s experiencing.

  Pressing my thighs together, I try to imagine the sensations. All those fingers inside her.

  “Layla, stop staring and get back to work,” Eli whispers in my ear with a little shove. “Master Adam is prowling around and you don’t need any more trouble.”

  Tearing my eyes from the couple, I nod. Cheeks hot, I avoid his gaze. I should be immune to all the stuff I see by now, but I find it a constant turn on. Horny is not the best state of mind when you're constantly around kink.

  Retreating to the other end, I move to th
e stairs leading to the private rooms. Already used, some are ready to be cleaned and stripped. Cum, blood, and other bodily fluids are only part of what I’ve been assigned to clear up and disinfect. Any toys will need to be sterilized and put away.

  Moans and whimpers coming from several closed doors, alert me to the fact some are still in use. Shoulders sagging, I know my night won’t end until they’re cleared, however, long it takes.

  The free rooms are spotless and straight by the time I’m done. I don’t even bother to check my wristwatch. I already know I’ll be here long after closing. Each room I’d tried to guess the scene that had unfolded by what had been left out. Daydreaming of paddles slapping flesh, naked skin, and writhing bodies.

  Discarding my rubber gloves, I leave them laying on my cleaning cart. I listen to the cries and grunts coming from the occupants in the last occupied room. They’re the last ones left on the floor. Whatever play there engaged in it sounds far from done.

  Washing my hands at the tiny sink in an alcove, I dry them quickly. My feet hurt and a few minutes sitting down is what I need. Standing here waiting isn’t going to get me anywhere. Slipping into the room next door to them, I sink onto a padded wood bench and eye the door I’ve left ajar.

  I can’t leave until my work is finished and that now all hangs on the couple fucking. Rubbing my thighs through my black leggings, I can already feel the dryness. The need for water that won’t come any time soon tonight. I’m lucky I’m able to go long stretches of time, but eventually, they will start to ache. Too long with legs is not good for my tail. It makes me wish there was somewhere nearby I could go for a swim without getting caught by humans.

  Another groan from the wall behind me and my hand sweeps up automatically between my legs. I keep it pressed firmly to the dampness and heat I find there. I’m so turned on. Since watching the fisting scene I haven’t been able to get it out of my head. With the sex play going on behind me, it’s just sharpened my arousal. Rubbing slowly, the sensation sends tingles through my pussy. I’ve done this before and never been caught. A little release just to take the edge of my awakened desires.

  Widening my legs, I work a rhythm, stroking, circling, the brush of material stokes my desperation higher but it’s not enough. Without even thinking, my hand skims up to creep under the waistband of my leggings, down over my belly, through my pubic hair, to the slickness that awaits it.

  Gasping, I tumble back to lay flat along the bench. Knees apart, I play with myself, my pleasure building with the couple’s next door. Goddess, I’ve never been this wet before. Had this much need and hunger to orgasm. Grinding my thumb to and fro over my clit, I imagine a dark-haired Dom and his fist-pumping inside me. The strength of his muscled thighs and sensual caress of his wicked touch.

  Thomas

  Another long night. The client I had tonight was rather agreeable, a cute little twink with big brown eyes. The wannabe Dom he brought in not so much. How that idiot passed the check the Mistress has I’ll never know.

  Four working nights in a row I just want to head home and go to bed. The last thing I want to do though is drive home in my sweaty work clothes. I don’t know why I thought it’d be a good idea to wear my leather pants all night. I’m going to start saving them for demonstrations only from now on.

  Adam was gracious enough to set me up with a private room on the second floor. They’re currently renovating the studio apartments they have set aside on the other side of the building, so, for now, I have a room with all the other private rooms.

  Moving down the long hallway, I head to the room I’m currently claiming. All the other rooms on this floor are unoccupied except one. I tune out the muffled sounds. I don’t feel like hearing someone else get and give pleasure, especially when I haven’t scened outside of my job in months.

  I’m almost to my room when a soft, sweet moan catches my attention.

  I should keep going, I need to keep going.

  But my beast is riding me hard, urging me to the second to last room.

  Cautiously, I move to the partially open door. The first thing I see when I peek around the doorframe is the cleaning cart.

  I don’t even have to guess about who I’m about to walk in on. Thanks to my predatory nature, I’m able to silently open the door all the way, sneak a few feet into the room, and get a full view of the naïve brat laid out on the bench like a sacrificial offering.

  Her fingers are working her sweet spot as she practically leaks. For who though? Who has the pleasure of taking over this sweet girl’s thoughts?

  I can smell her arousal in the air. It’s sweet and my beast fights for control. It wants her. It wants to taste every fold between her legs. It wants to ravish her as its own.

  And I’d be lying if I said my human side didn’t want to claim her as well.

  One finger slips inside her channel and my cock throbs in my pants.

  She gasps.

  I growl.

  Azure eyes snap open.

  Layla and I stare at each other. Her hand is still touching her privates, but she doesn’t seem to realize that yet.

  “I...you…”

  “No, don’t speak. Finish.” I command.

  Her heart beats faster in her chest. She’s a deer in headlights.

  “Finish,” I say again. “You will finish, little nymph. You lead me here with your sweet moans, your alluring scent. Now you must finish the job.”

  Slowly I bring my hands to the ties on my pants, I begin to undo them as she watches.

  “You...you can’t be here.”

  “But I am. And so are you. There are two ways this can go, we can either get off together like we both desperately want, or,” I push my pants down so my cock almost springs out. “Or I go get Adam and get you fired.”

  “That’s blackmail.” She gasps.

  “It is. But tell me, do you not want me? If that is the case say your safe word.”

  She removes her hand from herself. “I am not your submissive.”

  “No, but you want to be.”

  She opens her mouth but quickly shuts it once more. Unable to deny the truth. “I...I don’t know. I hate you.”

  “I hate you too, sweetheart, yet here we are. So what do you choose?”

  She sits up and eyes my face before moving to my still hard cock. “Why are you set on ruining my life?”

  “Oh little nymph, being with me would make your life so much better.”

  “I’m not a nymph.” She snaps.

  “Aren’t you though? Don’t tell me you don’t know your own origin stories? I’m old enough to remember when your ancestors mated with humans, creating your halfling nature.

  “Now, enough with the history lesson. You have a choice. Make it. Submit to me or safe word.”

  She chews on her lip for a few agonizing moments before saying, “sushi.”

  I take a step back and quickly redo my pants. I watch as she redresses and wipes down the bench.

  “I understand if you must go to Master Adam. I am sorry, Master Thomas, but I would rather lose my job than play your games.”

  She raises her chin and looks me straight in the eye.

  “Oh my precious little nymph. I’m so glad you chose correctly. I would have lost all respect for you had you given in.”

  “You mean that was a fucking test?” She seethes.

  “Language,” I snap. “Everything is a test, girl. Don’t you forget that.” I turn and head to the door. “We will be seeing each other soon, nymph. And when we do...you’ll have another choice to make.” I leave without giving her a chance to respond.

  Layla

  Finishing up the last room which is now vacant, I try to keep my emotions in check.

  I can’t get the image of Thomas out of my head. The way he had stood watching me pleasuring myself, nostrils flaring and golden eyes burning. Something lurking behind them had both frightened and turned me on. His straining cock had been thick, long and magnificent.

  Pressing my thighs t
ogether, I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like inside me. He’s been big. Really big. Would that really all fit? Not that I’ve ever been with a man before. Too busy daydreaming and working to date. My sole knowledge of sex is what I’ve seen and heard here at the club. Again that makes me an oddity for my kind.

  Seductresses, we’re supposed to tempt males into fucking us. Would that work on Thomas?

  Fingers curling around the handle of the cart, I push it along faster.

  Thinking like that is something I shouldn’t do. There’s no way I’m ever going to have sex with that jerk. I don’t understand his stupid test. Why would I ever agree to be his submissive? It’s never going to happen. Yes, I still think he’s gorgeous but that doesn’t make him nice. He’s far too arrogant. So certain I’m going to fall at his feet like a grateful pet. I’ll prove him wrong. No matter what he does I won’t say yes.

  Opening the cleaning closet I maneuver the cart inside. It’s just before dawn and I’ll be back tonight at nine to do this all over again. Not bothering to unpack the equipment, I lock up and head down the stairs.

  The silence is eerie after all the sounds of sex and kink. Goosebumps racing over my skin, I look nervously around. I’m half waiting for Thomas to appear. All snarls and blazing eyes. I still can’t believe he caught me getting off. No one has walked in on me before. Seeing the lust on his face has left me on edge.

  Reaching the bottom, I’m halfway along the hall before I sense a presence. A tingling of an awareness. Prey stalked by a hunter.

  Quicking my steps, I’m almost out on the main floor when a hand grabs me from behind. My scream is muffled by a large palm. Lifted off my feet, while I struggle my back finds a wall.

  “Shh, Layla.”

  The gravelly voice is familiar.

  Shocked, I stare into Enrico’s handsome face. The length of his hard, muscled body has my smaller one pinned. My arms trapped at my sides. No matter how much I struggle he doesn’t let me go.

  “Do you promise not to cry out?”