My Boss is My Master

Chapter Two

We caught the elevator down to the lobby and walked out of our apartment building to the parking lot. We thought it was best to take Cayli's car since she refused to go anywhere in my car.

We got in to Cayli's 2013 Ford Mustang. I loved her car. I was never really a huge fan of cars but the way it purred when it started was stimulating.

However, I was always curious of how she could afford it. Honestly, I had no idea where she even worked. All I knew was she paid her share of the rent on time and I was absolutely fine with it.

We pulled out of the parking lot and onto the expressway. I leaned my head back, listening to the car roar in my ears.

I didn't even realize we were at our destination until the car came to a halt and the purring of the car stopped.

"We're here princess." Cayli toyed with me.

We stepped out of her car and walked up to a building. When we walked up, Cayli knocked on to the door. There was a quick pause before the door creaked open; revealing a large man who I was guessing was the bouncer.

"Password?" His voice boomed, his eyes shifting between the two of us.

Cayli mumbled something to him that I didn't hear; maybe because I was too busy focusing on the threatening appearance of the man that stood before me. He nodded his head before he stepped to the side.

"Come Simone." Cayli tugged me in to the door, shoving pass the bouncer to make her way into the parted door.

We walked down a faintly lit narrow hall, which seemed as though it would go on forever until it opened up to a club. It was a lavishing room. Large and open, made to fit numerous people with ease. Neutral colored walls and hardwood flooring that led to the black tiled dance floor. There was a long bar, decorated with black tile to match the dance flooring and stools to sit many.

There were people sitting around the bar and others on the dance floor. Music was blasting, screaming into the base of my ear as people continued to scramble on to the crowded dance floor. This place was alive. Full of many different faces that came to either socialize or have a little fun.

"First, we need drinks." Cayli tugged me into the direction of the bar before she flagged down the busy bartender."Four shots, we will go from there.”

I sat down on to a stool, my eyes wandering over the bright faces around me. Cayli took the seat beside me before she looked at me bizarrely.

"What?" I mumbled below the thunderous music, obviously acknowledging the fact that there was no way she could hear me so reading my lips was a crucial need.

With a quirky grin stretched across her face, she quickly shook her head.

“Just...” She shoved a small shot glass into my hand. “Take this shot.”

****

It was shots after shots, laughs after laughs, and more fun than I have ever had. I was giggling uncontrollably as Cayli smiled, her eyes watching me intensively.

I was so focused on our conversation that I barely even noticed that the club was slowly beginning to die out.

"Aww where is everyone?" I hiccupped, covering my mouth to hide the smell of vodka that lingered from my breath. "Is the party over?"

"Yes…and no." She looked at me wryly, paying close attention to every move that I made.

"So where is the party? I want to dance." I began gyrating in my stool.

"The party is downstairs."

"Okay, let's go. Where are the steps?" I stood up, eager to join the party again.

"Wait Simone." She pulled me back down to my seat. "I have to talk to you about something."

"About?”

"Well. There are things about me that I choose not to discuss. Things I do. Some things people find...strange."

"Huh? Strange?”I laughed, making light of the serious moment that Cayli was creating. “Do you collect body parts or something?”

"No crazy. I-"

"Then if you're not some crazy killer or murderer, we can talk about this at home now let's go." I pulled her. This was not the time to discuss her occupation.

She gave me a sheepish smile and nodded her head to proceed with me.

We walked over to a secluded staircase, which was guarded by another intimidating bouncer. He drew back the small curtain, which led down the stairs in to a red-lit hallway.

I slowly walked down the hall.

All was quiet until we walked deeper. I could hear the sounds of low, mumbling voices. Short conversations. I could have sworn I even heard low screams. I was curious now. It didn't seem like the party upstairs. Something was off now.

We walked until we came to a curtain which divided us from something. Cayli pulled back the curtain to reveal another hallway but this one was different.

There were large windows along the walls, allowing us to look in to rooms of some sort.

"What is this?" I whispered to Cayli, my eyes still set dead ahead.

"Well, we like to call these the peek rooms." She looked too uneasy for me.

"Peek room?"

"Yes. Come." She pulled me to the first window which revealed a room.

In the room was a man chained. His arms were latched up tightly as he hung from the ceiling. His feet were chained to the floor. He was wearing nothing but some boxers and a red blindfold to cover his eyes.

"What-what's this?" I questioned her.

She never answered. Instead, her eyes remand focused on the man within the room.

"Come with me." She pulled me further down the hall to another window. "Just watch, okay."

In the room was another man, chained and blindfolded like the man in the previous window. However this time, a woman appeared. Her long legs were covered in leather high heel boots. Her leather shorts shaped her butt and her tight shirt hugged her chest, giving them an extra boost.

She was holding something in her hand. It looked like some kind of thick paddle.

"You're a dirty dog aren't you?" She questioned the man; her strong Russian accent flooded my ears.

"Yes ma'am." The man mumbled.

"LOUDER DOG!" She shouted into his ear.

She lifted the paddle and swung, only to swipe it across the man’s butt.

"YES MA'AM." He shouted out.

What the hell is this? Why are we watching this? I looked to Cayli, only to see her face brighten with amusement as she watched the show.

"You've been a bad dog. You need to be taught a f*****g lesson." She walked over to a box. Reaching in, she pulled out a chain. It looked to be a long chain with two clamps connected at the ends.

She opened the clamps and closed them down on to the man’s bare n*****s before he yelped in pain.

"SHUT THE f**k UP DOG!" She screamed at him.

I was a little alarmed now. What is going on? Is this some kind of torture chamber or something? Why am I here? Oh god, does Cayli want to do this to me?

I was knocked out of thought to a loud smack again. I looked up to see the woman smack him with the paddle repeatedly; her forceful blows caused the man to scream out.

"Come with me." Cayli demanded.

We walked a little further, deeper into the hall.

In the next room was a man lying flat on his back with a woman standing over him.

"SAY YOU'RE A FILTHY PIECE OF s**t!" She yelled at the man as if he was beneath her.

"I'm filthy."

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I SAID."

She placed her foot on to his chest. Forcing her foot down, she dug her high heel into his flesh. We watched for minutes. I watched this woman inflect pain on this man as he lay helplessly on the floor. Was this all real? Were they just actors for pure entertainment?

"Come-" Cayli demanded before I cut her off.

"NO. I think it's time to go." I turned and walked down the hall from which we came. I walked back up the staircase and out of door leading outside of the building. I could hear Cayli's heels mimicking mine as we walked across the concrete to the parking lot.

We got in the car as Cayli roared up the engine and we pulled off toward home.

Once home, I didn't even want to speak on tonight's event, at least not now. All I wanted to do was sleep off the liquor that was roaming in my system and hopefully pretend this was some sort of dream...