Showtime Baby Doll

Mr. Tuan

Mark's POV

"What on earth was that out there, Kaitlyn!?" I exclaim angrily at the young woman stood in front of my desk. My fists slamming down onto the hard wooden surface.

Her hands fidgeted with the purple lace on the guarders around her thighs. Kaitlyn was the new girl and I've been doing my best to keep an eye on her since she was hired a few weeks ago. She's trained for several months to earn this spot in my club, but what she did out there tonight had me contemplating firing her.

The lean girl raised her head towards me to reveal tears streaming down her cheeks. Makeup smearing her face as she attempted to recover from my scolding. Tears wouldn't get her out of trouble and she knew that. I hated when people cried in my presence. Crying only shows that you're weak. I don't wish to work with people who are weak. It just goes to show that she's not cut out for this job.

"Please Mr. Tuan. It won't happen again, I promise. Please don't fire me. This job is all I have. I need you to forgive me. Please." Kaitlyn pleaded as I stare blankly at her pathetic state of being.

"And why should I forgive you, pet?" I respond coldly. Her annoying begging only made me grow more irritated with her.

"Because you know I'm capable of doing better. You've seen me on stage several times. You watched me grow as I trained for countless hours. Mr. Tuan, please give me one more chance. I will not mess it up this time."

She fell to her knees looking up at me over the large desk placed between us. Her head again dropped to face the floor in defeat.

I stood up walking over to Kaitlyn, picking up the leather black leash from my desk. Once stood in front of the distraught girl, I hooked the leash on to the collar she'd been wearing from her performance and yanked it upwards so her face was incredibly close to mine. I had to ensure that her attention was on me.

"Listen close little girl." I growled. "I don't have time to put up with the shit you pulled out there tonight. If you want to keep this job, you ought to pay. You understand?"

"Yes Mr. Tuan. I'll do anything." Kaitlyn replies in a choked voice. Her eyes fluttering as she stared into mine.

"Go to the time out room. Jaebum is in there waiting to prepare you for your punishment. I will follow in shortly. You listen to whatever he says. Understand young lady?" I coldly demand the girl.

"Yes, Mr Tuan. Thank you, Mr. Tuan." Kaitlyn whispers frightened.
I unhook my leash from her collar and watch as the frail girl drops to the floor with a thud.

"Don't thank me yet. Go, Kaitlyn." I say before turning back to my desk. With my arms folded behind my back, and leash clutched in my hand.

Little does Kaitlyn know, she's done here. I don't take things like this lightly. She will be disposed of by the end of the night. For I may not have a former employee of my club wandering about in the real world. Her death will be a quick one.

I listen to the sound of Kaitlyn standing up, and walking out the door. Her soft sobs echoing in the hallway as she heads down to the time out room.

"You can't afford to have immature kids run your show! Kaitlyn's little stunt out there could cost you customers and good reviews!" I begin shouting to myself.

I stare downwards. My hands placed on the wooden desk, holding up my weight as I wallow in frustration. I soon develop an idea.

"I need fresh meat. I need someone who can listen to the god damn things I tell them to. No more of this nonsense!"

Walking around the desk, I turn my laptop on and open a word document. There I begin to make a help wanted flyer that will be sent out to everyone in the city.

"No more amateurs." I say quietly to myself as my fingertips type away at the keyboard and my eyes wander about the computer screen.
"Kaitlyn is out. And so are the rest of the brats who disobey me and my orders." I press print, and watch as my freshly made flyers pour out of the printer across the room. Standing up, I make my way over to the machine. "Time to show them who's boss." I pick up one of the pieces of paper laid out in front of me, examining the text printed on it.
"Time for some new sluts."