Dragon's Lair by Seraphina Donavan Page B

premises. Who and what you do on your own time is entirely up to you. Secondly, no one will touch you. No one will harm you in any way here. If you are uncomfortable with anyone for any reason, you need only to tell me or Philippe. Thirdly, when you wait on the patrons or their guests, you will be serving them drinks or bringing them their own personal toy chests, which are stored here on the premises, and that is all. If they ask for more than that, you will tell me. The final point about Dragon’s Lair is that we provide complete anonymity. Everyone who is a member is given a number, and they have cash-only accounts. When they reach their limit, either Philippe or I will discuss it with them. You may accept tips, but you will be paid well enough that you will not even have to worry about it.”
    It sounded too good to be true. “How well paid exactly?” His answering chuckle told her that he liked her response. Part of her wished that he liked more than that, but something about him frightened her.
    “We will start out at two hundred-fifty dollars a night. If you last the week, it will then be three hundred. We are only open Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. You are more than welcome to work elsewhere during your days off.”
    “I’ll take the job,” she said, breathless. She couldn’t afford to pass up that kind of money. In spite of that, panic set in. What would she see? What sorts of games would be played before her very eyes.
    Remy stood. “I will show you around.”
    He took her to the bar and showed her the selection of drinks. The bartender would handle putting everything together; she only had to name the drinks. He explained that most people preferred bottles of wine or champagne, along with the occasional shots. He showed her the discreetly placed numbers on the alcoves that would allow her to identify what number went where. Afterward, he led her down a hallway to a locked door. The door had a small keypad, and he pressed the pass code into it before the door whooshed open.
    “This is where members store their toys. Most items are in boxes. Some items that are too large for the storage chests are individually tagged,” he said, gesturing toward another area of open shelves.
    Lilly glanced at those items. One in particular caught her eye. It was a large wooden bench on a rocker. She studied it for a moment before realizing that the protrusion in the center of the bench was not a handle, but a phallus. The bench boasted a built-in dildo. Blushing, she turned away quickly.
    “You will not have to retrieve the larger items. For that, either Philippe or I will escort the members back here to retrieve the items themselves. If they wish for their storage chests, they will give you their numbered key for their locker. Do you understand?”
    “Yes,” she replied. She knew that her anxiety had to be rolling off her in waves. There was something vaguely predatory about Remy, and she didn’t doubt for a moment that he could sense her unease.
    “You have to nothing to fear, cher. We take very good care of our people.”
    “I don’t know… I’ve never… I didn’t even know places like this existed,” she finally managed to murmur.
    Her innocence was both shocking and alluring at the same time. Some part of him that had managed to hang onto a shred of morality forced him to say, “I can get you a job somewhere else. I can have you waiting tables in a restaurant on Royal Street. The work will be hard, the pay will be shit, and you will be fighting off leering drunks grabbing your ass. If you work here for me, you will see things you have never even dreamed of… and you will be perfectly safe. You have the opportunity to be a spectator in a sexual arena where you can explore your darkest and wildest fantasies without ever having to do a thing.”
    Remy watched her shiver in response. Her nipples pebbled beneath her dress, and he could smell her growing desire. It was tempting, far too tempting. He wouldn’t