She stood off to the side of the crowd in the darkness of the corner. The club was quiet, disturbingly so. The only sounds were the harsh breathing of the on lookers and the echoing of a wooden paddle meeting flesh. The theater like room was dim, with a spot light hanging from the ceiling and pointed towards a raised platform at the front. The couple on the stage were regulars and had been involved in the lifestyle for a couple years now. The petite blonde on the stage was kneeling at the feet of a tall, muscular man, completely in submission to her Master and lover.
However, the woman standing in the shadows wasn’t focused on the couple on the stage or the lewd acts being played out by the couples in the audience. Instead, her eyes continuously returned to the bartender across the room. There was no one seated at the bar and from the looks of his face, there hadn’t been in a while. He sat on a stool behind the bar, drying glasses while glancing towards the stage every few seconds. She stood in the shadows, staring at the man and silently urging herself to walk across the room and speak with him. The room seemed to become smaller and warmer as she glanced between the bartender and the scene on the stage.
She felt a presence behind her and felt hot breath on her neck. The smell of Adidas cologne permeated her senses. She could feel his body heat and smell the whiskey on his breath. He walked closer to her, keeping his chest from her back by mere millimeters. “I’m assuming you approve of the new bartender, Princess?”, he asked. She could tell he was smiling through his words. She shrugged, acting as if his previous hire meant absolutely nothing to her. She glanced over her shoulder and saw that he was now watching the scene on the stage. “What did that little brat do to deserve a punishment in front of the club?”, he asked, more to himself than to her. She scoffed, “It’s Audrey, bae. There’s no telling what she did.” He laughed and nodded his head in agreement. She turned her attention to the stage again, making sure she didn’t let her eyes wander to the bar again.
The demonstration ended shortly after he stopped badgering her about the bartender. The clock above the stage showed 2:00am, urging the audience to clear their seats and hit the bar before it was scheduled to close at 3:00am. The next time she caught sight of the handsome new-hire, he was pouring tequila shots while talking to a long legged submissive that was half-way draped across the bar. She felt a surge of jealousy and turned away from the sight, only for her gaze to meet her Master’s from across the room. He arched a brow in amusement, glancing from the scene at the bar to the blush on her face, knowing exactly what her thoughts had been.
She huffed in annoyance and turned on her heel, quickly moving between the club patrons down the back hallway, towards their private playroom. She rushed into the room, leaning against it and chastising herself for the thoughts running through her mind. The bartender was the replica of the man in her dream – the man who, along with her husband, took her over and over in her subconscious every single night.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/og98wc/the_newhire