“Good evening, gentlemen; my name is Cindy, and I am at your service during your stay.&

“Good evening, gentlemen; my name is Cindy, and I am at your service during your stay.”

There wasn’t anything unusual in the beginning, though it became apparent that only one of them truly deserved to be addressed as a gentleman. He was the older Master, and came with his own slave. He was polite, refined; and after escorting him to his room, Cindy was looking forward to when he might require anything. The other man, however; as soon as he was alone with her, his restraint slipped as if he had been wearing a mask and he became more man than gentle.

“This is fucking awesome!” he exclaimed, pushing past her and into the gorgeous room beyond. She endeavored to maintain her measured tone when showing him the amenities. Bed, television, desk, open space for entertainment. He tossed himself on the bed, dragging his heel unceremoniously across the white duvet, painting the starkest picture of a man out of his depth.

It wasn’t that he didn’t have wealth; he wouldn’t be here if he didn’t. But all the money of the world just couldn’t buy class. Nor respect. Nor admiration.

The demonstration complete, she positioned herself expertly half-way to the door. She hoped he was self-absorbed enough he’d be too busy entertaining himself and not call on her. But she wasn’t getting her hopes up.

“If that will be all, sir. Please don’t hesitate to call if you require anything.” She was damned if she’d let the likes of him break her professionalism.

The man looked from where he was sprawled on the bed and mumbled something incoherent before springing up. “Hey, wait a minute,” he exclaimed coming to his feet and looking her over. “You’re pretty hot.” His smile twisted into a leer.

Cindy did not blush, but stared directly back at him and replied automatically, “Thank you, sir.”

He began to walk across the thick carpet towards her. “And that’s a pretty mouth you’ve got there. I bet you give great head.” By then he was standing over her. “Why don’t you be a good girl and get on your knees.”

Cindy didn’t drop her gaze nor her measured voice. “I’m sorry, sir; but butlers are not allowed to offer penetration. If you like, I could have a slut summoned for your use.”

He put an arm against the wall behind her, blocking her way towards the door. “Well I don’t want a slut; I want you. Oh, C'mon, you know you wanna.” His voice might have sounded pleading, but the hand he used to grab her arm with was certainly more demanding.

The butler, however, didn’t break her demeanor. “Sir, I’m obliged to report any protocol breaks to Lady Black.”

He released her as if she were on fire and stepped back with a scowl on his face. But it was instantly replaced with a mock leer and forced grin. “Hey, why you gotta be so uptight? I was just jokin’” Even so he was backing away from her towards the bed.

“Of course, sir.” But she couldn’t help smiling to herself on the inside, before quickly changing the subject. “The services of the House are at your disposal during your stay. Please don’t hesitate to call on me should you require anything, using the button there.”

He wasn’t cocky anymore; just a kid sitting on the edge of the bed. All inflated ego burst. “Yeah, OK.”

“Have a pleasant day, sir.” With the last show of discipline and professionalism that he clearly lacked, she stalked from the room.

As her heels knocked silently down the corridor, she put away her frustration with that particular client reminding herself that she would tell Lady Black regardless of how much of a joke he was making. She wondered how someone like that could get in the Club. It wasn’t her department, however.

The problem with guys like that, though, is they would eventually be a problem. The thing about thinking your the only thing in the world is that eventually you bump into something.

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