Their Submissive Assistant

Perfecto

LEILANI

I trudged down the hallway with the manager who led me to the room at the end of the hall.

I held my breath, mentally preparing for what was to come. After verifying that I was not a spy but a former Lustrous girl who got fired, I was finally getting considered for the job.

According to the manager, they couldn't just place anybody on the stage just because they had a working career in a rival company.

Which meant my chances of getting drafted would depend solely on my ability to perform. Given my desire to get back to work as soon as possible, I didn't bat an eyelid at the opportunity to get done with the process today.

The manager went on to unlock the door, which required his fingerprint, revealing a dimly lit room.

We walked into the room and I took a quick glance around. It was a large room, with two doors by the side, a sofa in the middle as well as a large transparent glass that showed the other side of the room, which was basically a stage with a pole in the middle.

"I'm sure you will find something to your size in there." The manager said, pointing to one of the doors, "You have ten minutes to get ready." He added, taking a seat on the sofa and getting on his phone.

"Thank you." I took careful steps towards the door at the far end of the room and pushed it open, revealing a dressing room.

I walked into the room, shutting the door behind me as I took a quick sweep around the room. The room was normal sized, pink themed and filled with make-up and other essentials to get me ready for my performance.

One look to the side and I was greeted with several trays of laungerie. Thongs, fishnet, leather, and everything a stripper could ever need.

I could literally build a costume with the supply of materials available. My phone buzzed, and I snapped out of it.

I didn't have the luxury of time. Within the next few seconds, I made my pick, choosing a red g-string laungerie set.

Thankfully, it was a perfect size, which quickly snapped me into the mood to perform. I moved in quick motion, standing over the mirror as I touched up my makeup, using my signature style as Lana.

By the time I was done, I looked nothing like Leila and was full on seductress mode.

Thanks to my earlier interaction with the manager, the buzz of the alcohol had quietened down, and with every second that trickled past, I felt the weight of what I was about to do.

If things went according to plan, it meant I will be walking out of here with another contract which will enable me make money off my body.

I would be getting back into the same world that recently spat me out without a moment's thought or dignity.

My fingers trembled as I stared at the mirror, unable to recognize myself. My throat parched and at that moment, I knew I needed a drink.

Something to get the edge off.

Two knocks sounded on the door, and I stiffened, body at high alert. "We don't have all day." I heard the gruff voice of the manager, who sounded anything but happy to wait.

Would he take it to mind if I asked him for a drink? My fingers trembled, and nerves wrecked my guts.

I couldn't handle a pole in this state. I needed something to quieten the voices in my head.

Biting the bullet, I made my way towards the door before I could overthink it and pulled it open.

"I'd like to..." My words died in my mouth as I come to face with a familiar pair of coffee brown eyes that sucked the breath out of me.

"There you are." The walking greek god said, approaching me with a look that sent sweet shivers down my body.

I remained planted in my position as the man from before approached me, assaulting my senses with his deep amber scent.

"So beautiful." He murmured, a sinful look in his eyes as he openly checked me out, placing his finger on my jaw. "Perfecto."

I shivered under his gaze, and my skin burned at his touch. Pictures of him receiving a blow job earlier flashed into my mind and I whimpered, swallowing hard afterwards.

"You can't do that." The manager said from behind, snapping me out of my mind.

I staggered back, putting some space between us as I cleared my throat.

"I need a drink." I blurted when the manager came forward, looking less than pleased.

"And why is that?" He asked,

"I always perform with a drink." I explained, a tremor in my voice.

"Here at X-Rated, we do not-"

"Here you go." The Greek God said, handing me a flask.

"Cage..." The manager seethed,

"Come on beautiful." He urged with a sinful smile, his hand stretched out. "Tick tock."

Something flipped in my stomach at the sight of his smile, and I swallowed.

"We don't have all day, woman." The manager gruffed when I didn't take it, causing me to snap into action.

I took the flask, and immediately chugged down it's content without a second thought. I am hit with the bitter taste of alcohol but it was nothing I couldn't handle.

"Thank you." I breathed, handing over the bottle to him, who took it with a curt smile.

One look at the manager and I knew he was at his wits ends. I took a quick turn and headed back into the dressing room.

With every step I took, I felt the buzz of the alcohol kick in. By the time I pulled open the second door which led to the other side of the room, I was high and ready to perform.