Page 34 of Stabby Little

Valentin shakes his head. "This isn't a strip club. The boys know there are enough Daddies to go around."

"I'm not sure." The lace panties feel stunning beneath my fingers. "This is so high-end. I wasn't expecting this."

In the warehouse, the nicest clothes we received were new boxers. They were solid colors without cute designs or animal prints. The day my captors took me, I was wearing cartoon kangaroo briefs I kept with me throughout my seven years of captivity. I wore them every time I felt nervous or stressed. But new clothes were a foreign luxury, and even the fresh boxers we received went fast.

"You need the finest clothes to please your client tonight." Valentin's eyes narrow. "This isn't a cheap prostitution joint where you can jerk a man off and walk out with your rent payment. The clients here are business executives. Multimillionaire CEOs. Politicians. World leaders who need a discreet place to unwind."

"I understand."

"We only provide the best entertainment." Valentin points to the kitten outfit. "If our clients are disappointed, they'll start their own club in Upstate New York. They come here because we have the infrastructure and hottest boys. We'll go out of business if we don't meet their needs."

"Where do you want me to change?" I feather my index finger across the kitten tail.

"The entertainer's bathroom down the hall to the left. That's where you'll don your outfit."

I slip out of the office and walk to the room he mentioned. I push open the door, taking in the luxury fixtures that greet me.

Locking the door behind me, I set my uniform on the marble vanity. This is luxurious as fuck. Truthfully, when Valentin handed me this, I thought he'd tell me to change in front of him. That's what men did in the warehouse.

If they made you uncomfortable, that was even better. The guards got off on watching us shy away and cover up our distress. They were sick bastards, men who took advantage of us when we were at our weakest, unable to fend for ourselves.

Lifting my shirt, I strip out of my clothes and cast them to the floor. A cool breeze blows against my naked body, causing my nipples to turn to stiff peaks. I slide the panties over my legs and attach the cat tail to my bottom. I secure the kitten ears on my head, then lift the marker to my cheeks.

After giving myself the most wicked pair of cat whiskers, I purse my lips in the mirror. Well, goddamn. There's model gorgeous, and then there's whatever the hellthisis.

I look like I stepped off the front page ofKitty Boymagazine. The panties and leggings conceal my skinny legs so nicely, covering up my thin imperfections. The cat tail drapes across my rear, shaking slightly when I wiggle my butt. The kitty whiskers—oh, those sweet whiskers—give me the allure of a slutty college freshman attending his first grown-up Halloween party.

"Five stars." I place my palms on the marble vanity as I eye myself in the mirror. "You're going to make so much money tonight. Don't let these men take advantage of you. You're unstoppable."

Still, there's one insecurity I can't shake. Glancing at my reflection, I wince as I look at my tummy. I've never been the most muscular boy, and my captors in the warehouse knew that.

I was frail. Petite. Unable to fend for myself.

That's why they stuck me with the most brutal men they could drum up. That's why they took advantage of me when they knew the other guards weren't looking. That's why they didn't react when I told them that my clients didn't respect my consent and choked and slapped and violated me during sex, which were hard limits for me.

My skinny frame was their asset, but my liability.

I swear to God, if any man thinks he can take advantage of me because of my size tonight, I'll teach him a lesson he'll never forget.

After placing a tiny black dot on my button nose, I slip out of the bathroom and return to Valentin's office.

Valentin's eyes widen when he greets me. "Wow."

I bat my eyelashes flirtatiously, then run my hands across my hips. "Well, how do I look?"

"Like you're going to make a pile of money." Valentin smiles as he ushers me inside. "Congratulations. Now I know why we didn't waste that outfit on someone else."

"Tell me my duties." I point to the clock. "I want to get started."

"You'll wear this at all times." He pulls a white mask out of a drawer and slides it to me. It shimmers in the neon lights, creating the illusion that it's dusted with diamonds. "Under no circumstances will you take it off. This is for your safety."

I slide my wayfarer glasses off and store them with my things. They’re not prescription anyway so I don’t need them. "I can do that."

"You'll wear this necklace at all times." Valentin slides a pendant necklace to me. "This pendant is a radio transmitter you can contact me with. If your client makes you uncomfortable, press the button and I'll break up the scene."

I cradle the pendant in my hand. "That's actually really nice."

"The club safe word isalien."