At Your Service, Master

Chapter Fifteen

Mikaela shifted uncomfortably in the velvet plush loveseat she shared with Danika. Geoffrey, to her surprise was a very spoiled bachelor. He tricked them all into attending this so-called 'seminar'. Nicholas didn't seem so pleased either, being dragged into a bar on Pillar Street when he was already so busy taking care of the company while Nathaniel was away.

Their masters sat across them in a VIP booth with a large round table that the couch wrapped around like a crescent moon. Geoffrey was surrounded by atleast several other girls, boasting about all the places he's been and seen.

Some of the girls curled into Nicholas's arm that was resting on the headboard, a drink in the other. "So what's your story, mister?" she purred, batting her lightly glittered fake eyelashes. Her beach blonde hair long and teased into bouncing curls. She had large full pouty pink lips and dressed like any other stripper.

"You're a high-roller just like your friend, aren't you?" another woman purred, she looked oriental unlike the others her eyes were slim and her long black hair was sleek against her snow white skin.  She leaned in on his other side, her knees resting on the couch as she leaned closer getting a whiff of his cologne. "I can just smell it off you..."

Mikaela watched his face with curiosity wondering if he enjoyed this type of thing. She saw his usual playful grin play on his face. Mikaela huffed, blowing her bangs out of her eyes.

He was enjoying this. He enjoyed women crawling all over him, didn't he?

Mikaela stiffened when her eyes met his, he held her gaze and his grin tipped a little higher as if he remembered something funny. She flushed and finally broke their gaze, turning her head to watch the people on the dancefloor. She knew she shouldn't have stared at him. It was embarassing when someone caught you staring at them. Especially when it was your boss.

The club was infested with females dressed in different costumes, there were a few policewomen, nurses, jail convicts. They suited every fetish a man could dream of. The other day, Mikaela and Danika had ruined their uniforms due to the 'incident' in the dining room. Luckily, Mikaela found a spare pink maid uniform left in a trunk under Candice's bed. The uniform fit her but it did feel a little tight in the chest area. Danika had a spare uniform as well.

Four men approached them but Mikaela averted her eyes trying not to make eye contact. One chuckled and stroked Danika's face. "Hey sweetie, wanna spend the night with me?" his words were slurred and he seemed to rock back in forth on his feet.

She slapped his hand away, sending him a glare. "I'm not interested..."

One of them grabbed Mikaela's forearm and roughly pulled her up so she collided into his firm chest. "Forget about that one, Chuck let's get this one" another man laughed pressing his nose in her hair and taking a deep breath of her scent.

Chuck glared down at Danika and was about to strike her across the face but she caught his bulky wrist just in time and by everyone's surprise she was fast enough to give him a left uppercut that sent  him falling back on his ass.

Mikaela pushed away from the man holding her, he had a tight grip for someone under the influence of alcohol. She brought her  knee up his groin and watched him fall on his knees grroaning.

"I like a girl that can bring a man to his knees" Geoffrey clapped, pleased by his new-found entertainment. The girls around him pouted since they lost his attention.

I rolled my eyes. "I'd gladly bring you to your knees, Geoffrey..." Mikaela said exasperatedly imagining how he would cry if she kneed him between the legs.

Geoffrey chuckled seeing their conversation as more provocative than provoking. "Would you care to demonstrate?"

That's when Nicholas stepped in. "Geoffrey that's enough, I've got paperwork to do" he said standing up and paying the bill to the waitress in a bunny suit.