Lost Kitten [Completed]

Masks

"What are your interests?" Urma asked taking measurements of my face and neck, then writing them down on a clipboard he had. 

"I have none..." I whispered, the hair on his head shifted a bit as I lowered my ears in shame.

"You must have some, what do you do in your free time?" He asked sitting down on a stool in front of me.

"I..." I stopped to think, what did I do? 

"Well, I see this is going nowhere, so what was your first job?" Urma kept his smile on his face, but I could tell he was getting annoyed with me.

"I was a slut." I said not feeling ashamed at all for admitting it. 

"Oh, fun," He said happily, then he lightly drew something on the clipboard.  "Favorite colors?"

"I like blacks and greens, why?" I asked, trying to look onto the clipboard but he kept moving it out of my eye sight.

"No peeking," Urma said holding it to his chest, "I'm trying to design your mask, remember?" 

"What mask?" I asked starting to get worried, just what I had gotten myself into.

"The mask you'll need to enter Masks and Roses. My friend owns the club, so she hired me to make the masks. The really cool thing about it is that everyone is anonymous, well until you go home with each other, but inside the club you're not aloud to take off the mask. That's why I make them as comfy as possible." He ranted on happily as he ran round the room picking up and setting down different materials. He then grabbed a piece of black lace and held it up to my face- only over my eyes though. 

"Ah..." I said closing my eyes as I felt the cold material touch my face.

"Open your eyes," He commanded, I opened them. I could see, but not as clearly. "Beautiful, even through the lace your vivid eyes can be seen..." He mumbled, then he ran off, not before handing me a basket of magazines. "Stay put, I'll be right back!" He yelled from another room.

So I sat there for god knows how long, but it felt like an lifetime and then some. The door opened and Urma walked out holding something behind his back, grinning like he had just made the next Mono Lisa.  

"Close your eyes, I have a surprise," He said coming closer. I did as I was told and strained my ears to hear his soft footsteps, but I found them. He was currently behind me, then I felt something soft touch my skin and something silky touched the back off my head- under some of my hair. The soft thing had been formed to my face, so the mountains and valleys of my face were comfortable. "You can open them now," Urma said, I opened them and found the black lace was impairing my vision again. He held up a mirror and I saw my reflection, he was right; my eyes were still visible through the lace and it had an hypnotizing effect. He handed me the mirror and called the driver as I starred at myself in the mirror. 

"Thank you!" I said running up to him and hugging him around the waist. That was when I felt something odd. "Do... do you have a tail?" I asked, shyly.

"Umm... yeah. I'm half pug." He said bashfully.

"Cool!" I said, releasing him. "Do I owe you any money?" 

"No. Well you don't but your driver does. I'm guessing you don't have any and that's why your asking." He said walking out as I followed behind him. "Wait." He said just as I was about to walk out the door, "I haven't told you how to take it off. Let me show you." He walked around me, reached under my hair, and the mask fell off. He handed it to me and I examined it, it was pretty on and off my face there was also a black silk string connected to either end. 

"Let's go you reech." The driver said annoyed. He then grabbed my collar and dragged me out, Urma waved good bye with a pleased look and a smug smirk.

After he drove me back to the house I went to the kitchen and Annie greeted me quietly. I had a quiet dinner with Annie, until Meza got back. I forgot that she was such a loud person, she had been being quiet for the last few days while I had locked myself in my room. I guessed it was because she understood what I was going through and knew what I needed.

"Hi!" She exclaimed carefully setting down a heavy looking bag.

"Hi," Annie and I said together quietly, still eating.

"Save me any?" She asked washing her hands in the sink.

"Yeah, here." Annie said shyly, handing her a plate, I still couldn't put my finger on why it  seemed like I knew her from somewhere, but I hadn't really gotten a chance to think about it.

"Thanks." Meza said planting a small kiss on her lips, Annie just blushed and mumbled something about being embarrassed. I laughed, but then felt depressed that Keecho wasn't around more. 

The rest of the night went as peaceful as it ever was in this house and I excused myself saying that I had a job in the morning. As I was getting into bed I remembered that it was a night club and it wouldn't open until the night, feeling bashful I walked back out, sat down next to the two, and watched some mindless T.V. that was on. 

Around 1 in the morning I heard the door open, my ears immediately perked up and I ran to the door. 

"What are you doing up this late?" Keecho said, handing his bag and jacket to a maid.

"I was waiting for you," I lied, I actually didn't know that he came home every night.

"You shouldn't lie to me," he said coolly walking closer, "I might need to train you some." 

I swallowed the lump in my throat and shook my head, "I-I don't want t-that." I stuttered out, bowing my head down.

"Then don't lie to me Kitten." He said lifting up my chin so I had to look at him. "This time I'll let you off easy, but next time don't lie to me." He pulled me to our room and pushing me on the bed. I felt my wrist being cuffed to the bedpost as I lay on my stomach, legs spred. 

I had my shirt torn off me, quickly, before a sharp stinging pain slashed across my back. I screamed, I knew what he was using; it was a whip- some of my previous clients used them too. 

"Wouldn't you count for me?" He asked seductively in my ear, I nodded, "Good, I'll only go to 10, this time." 

"Two!" I screamed as I felt the second slash hit my back. After I said ten, he undid cuffs.

"Have you learned your lesson, Kitten?" Keecho asked holding me in his arms.

"Yes... Keecho," I said breathlessly, clinging to him like he was my life raft. 

"Good night," He said laying me down, on the bed, then laying down next to me. I cuddled into his arms as he pulled me closer, being careful of the cuts on my back. 

"Good night," I whispered into his chest.