The Intern

Chapter 41

"That's supposed to be a shirt?"

I stared at the piece of leather with speculative eyes, trying to figure out exactly how I was going to fit my body into it. If it was supposed to fit me, it would do so just barely and it wouldn't offer much room after that. Not that I was entirely opposed to the idea of form-fitting leather; but I had to admit that I would have preferred to see it on Levi's ass instead of mine. As it was, I was still trying to get used to the leather shorts that Hanji had finished stuffing me into moments ago.

"It's not really a shirt in the traditional sense," Levi spoke up from the corner of the room, a small teasing smirk on his lips. It was obvious that he was enjoying this.

"And what is the traditional sense?" I asked, still eyeing the shirt. Traditional or not, I didn't think it would ever pass as clothing.

"No shoes, no shirt, no service." Levi tilted his head to the side, the amusement still in his eyes. "So needless to say, you won't be getting into McDonald's any time soon."

"Not that you wanna eat fries before squeezing into this," Hanji grinned as she wiggled the shirt in front of me. "And lucky for you, it fits right in with our dress code."

"I don't think this actually counts as wearing anything." I frowned, taking the shirt from her. It was half a shirt at best; I was pretty damn sure the fabric wouldn't even go so far as to cover my nipples. "What is the dress code here, anyway? Naked?"

"Close to it," Levi murmured as he looked over his nails. He had painted them the usual black, but added some green for tonight's occasion. Even if he didn't say it out right, I knew the addition was for my eyes. The color was almost exactly the same as mine.

"People actually wear a lot at The Wall compared to other clubs," Hanji added, "Some of them are underwear or less, but Levi didn't really like that idea. He said it wasn't sanitary."

"You tell me what's sanitary about having tons of naked asses all over my nice chairs, and maybe I'll reconsider it," Levi shot back, looking up from his nails and rolling his eyes. "And since when do we do things like everyone else?"

"Since," Hanji drew out the word as she helped my arms into the top. "Never?"

"Exactly."

"Well, I guess this is all going to seem pretty normal to me since I've never been anywhere else." I struggled to get further into the leather contraption, wiggling my arms in a pitiful attempt to help Hanji. To be honest, none of this seemed normal at all but I knew it was going to take some time. I could only assume that eventually it would be as second nature to me as it was to them.

"That's because Levi designed The Wall to have plenty of places to escape to." Hanji slid the top the rest of the way down my arms as if she had dressed me a million times before, working the leather over my head before smoothing it out on my shoulders. "Other hardcore clubs might have freaked you out a little faster than we have."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I wanted a place that people could come to regardless of their level of expertise," Levi explained, snagging something off his desk as he walked towards me. "That's why it's sectioned off the way it is. There's a dance club, a bar, a stage with plenty of entertainment..."

"And then there's the dungeon," Hanji added, "Which is sometimes the only thing that other clubs have."

"At least clubs of this nature."

Levi came to a stop in front of me and then paused for a moment to remove my collar. I opened my mouth to protest, but he was soon fixing another one around my neck. This one had three o-ring attachments, with one in the front and two in the back. I could only begin to image what he had planned for them, but I was willing to bet that it would have something to do with the complicated shirt I was wearing.