Chapter One: Sweet Release

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"Please, please, please, please [y/n]!"

Balancing the phone between your ear and your shoulder, you gather up the last of your papers, stuffing books into your bag as you go. "I told you, Jen, I really can't - I've got a test to study for this week, plus two papers due by Friday. Tonight's my one night off from the store and the club. Can't you ask Em?"

"She can't make it - she's got a cram session all afternoon. You know what she's like. C'mon, please - I'll even take one of your crazy Saturday shifts, and I'll cover your tab next time you want a night off. Tuesdays are dead quiet; it's like being paid to study, honest." Jen pleads. You roll your eyes.

If it's that easy, why don't you keep the shift and study while you're working? "I like my 'crazy Saturday shifts'. Do you know how many tips I get on a busy night? Plus, you know Saturdays are the best days for finding some hot, no-strings, sexy-" You grin at the loud groan Jen lets out. For someone who literally works in a bdsm club, Jen can be such a prude.

"I will cover you tab for three nights if you both cover my shift and never share details of your sex life with me again. You know I wouldn't ask if this wasn't an emergency..."

Sighing, you wave goodbye to the librarian as you make your way outside. She's got a good point; in your two, nearly three years of working together, Jen had never asked for a last-minute favour outside of emergencies. "Fine. But I swear, if Tuesdays are like, messy play afternoon or some shit" you snort as your own words register with you "then you are paying for my dry cleaning. Got it?"

"Thank you! It'll just be the odd regular, maybe one or two drop-ins too scared to come after sundown when the real fun begins. Honest. Nothing fun ever happens on a Tuesday. You've got my word."

Banging on the dented metal back door, you send a cheery wave to the blinking security camera. Within moments, the door opens out, sending out a blast of pleasantly warm air.

"Heya Coco. I didn't know you work day shifts" You greet the friendly dog monster. At nearly eight foot tall, Coco has to be one of the most intimidating monsters on staff. Despite her huge size and intimidating stature, she's always been a bit of a fluff ball to you and the rest of the staff. "Here I was thinking we got you all to ourselves on the weekends."

"Someone had to draw the short straw." She shrugs, grinning down at you. Do not pet the giant, fluffy bipedal Pomeranian dog monster. Do not pet her. She could definitely snap me in two. You can't help but grin as you see the corner of her pink, floppy tongue poking out between sharp canines. Too cute! " Speaking of which - covering for Jen?"

You nod, slipping off your scarf and winter coat. While spring should be just around the corner, it still feels bitterly cold to you. "Big test coming up apparently." Coco follows you into the employee changing room, guard with her back turned to you lest anyone else tries to enter whilst you get changed.

"Don't you have the same big tests coming up?" She asks, sending a knowing look at you over her shoulder.

"Sure do! You know me though, I'm the queen of multi-tasking. Jen said it'd be an easy one; plus this way I don't have to pay entry or back room fees for my next three nights out." You declare cheerfully, as you shimmy out of your sweater and baggy jeans combo.

Coco snorts. "Staff don't have to pay those during their off hours, [y/n]. You're too soft with her. You shouldn't let people take advantage of you like this."

"Eh; it's not taking advantage if it's between friends, Co. Plus technically Jen's doing me a favour; you know I need all the extra hours I can get. Would you mind?" You ask Coco, turning around so she can help lace you into the black and silver corset. Far from one of your favourite ones, you are just glad you left it on the back seat of your car after your last little night of fun. If you had tried making the trip back to your shitty studio apartment ten blocks from the wrong side of campus, there's no way you would have made it back in time for your shift.

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