Attitude Adjustment (Unfinished)

11 BDSM Club

It's been a week since I've started working at Harry's nonprofit and Andrea is kicking my ass.

She functions like a human computer and is always a thousand steps ahead.

Whatever grief I had about quitting college or not being challenged are gone. Dead. Demolished.

I've been trying to keep up. Training at the office, then practicing later in coffee shops.

Now, it's Friday and I'm drained.

Harry pops by near 5 o'clock with his signature grin. "I hear you're almost done with your three week training. It's been what? Six days?" He chuckles. "You don't have to rush."

"She's killing it!" Andrea taps her long acrylic nails on the keyboard, chewing gum.

"Because she has set the standard so high..." I glare playfully.

A blush colors her cheeks as she smiles at Harry. "Where'd you find this girl? I love her!"

He smirks. "I'll see you later, I'm guessing?"

Oh, they have plans together, huh?

Interesting. I didn't realize they're close.

"You betcha." After Harry leaves, she groans loudly. "I'm so not ready for the weekend."

"Big plans?"

"Uh-uh. Not at all. I had to get a second job, because roommate bailed on me."

Oh?

Is this...a sign?

My neck slowly turns towards her. "Roommate?"

"Yeah, I asked my girlfriend if she'd like to live together, but she doesn't know if she can afford it." She toys with her necklace anxiously.

Speaking of her necklace. I've noticed it before, but didn't dare to comment before.

It reminds me of something else. Something I've seen on the kinky section of Etsy and read online conversations about.

It's called a daytime collar. Not every sub has it. It's not a dynamic requirement in any shape or form, but some couples like to incorporate it.

Apparently, for many, it can be as important as an engagement ring. The truest symbol of devotion and commitment.

"Nice necklace," I say with a suggestive smile.

Her eyes widen before narrowing into slits. "You know what it is?"

"Do I..." I gloat.

She gasps, an excited grin lighting up her face. "Are you also..."

"Well, in my mind..." I place a hand on my chest in a coy manner. "I am a lot of things." I drop my act. "But no. In reality, I'm just an unloved homeless."

She laughs as if it's a joke. God bless her. "Okay, then how do you know what it is?"

I hesitate. "You won't report me to HR, right?"

She runs to shut the door, then flies back and scoots her chair closer. "Bitch, I've never met a soul from work or anywhere who knows this-Wait. Is that how you met Harry?"

My brows jump off my forehead. "What?"

"Harry-Oh, shit! So that's a no, huh? Awkward... Ehhh. I'm sure it's fine! He'd tell you...I think."

"This is a lovely conversation you're having with yourself."

"Sorry!" She laughs. "I thought that's how you met Harry. He's a dom. I mean, he's gay, so I wasn't thinking he'd give you a collar-Wait, is he gay? Or is he bi? I don't know. I've never asked him. But-he's engaged. I don't think they're in an open relationship. Wait, are they? Anyway, I thought maybe that's how you met each other. At least, that's how I met him. So, wait. Do you go to any clubs?"