The Submissive

KAYLA MILLER

My bags are in the car, and everything is ready to go. My mom looks at me closely; I can see her teary eyes, and I smile, trying to comfort her. The time has come to leave Elko, a small town in the state of Nevada, for the much-coveted Las Vegas.

"Promise you'll come visit me?" my mom pleads, holding back her emotions.

"Of course, Mom. It's just a few hours' drive, and I'll find a way. I'm doing this for us. Aunt, take good care of her!"

I glanced at my aunt, who was also emotional. My dad died when I was just a child, we lost our house, and we moved to live at my aunt's. Luckily, we've always been close.

"Don't worry, dear."

After hugs and kisses, I got into the car rented by my friend Giana. She already lives in Las Vegas and came to town to spend the holidays with her family. After making me the proposal, here I am, heading off to change my life.

"Ready?" Giana looks at me and starts the car.

"Yes, very much!"

"Then... Las Vegas, here we come."

She accelerates, and we begin our journey toward the city of gambling. It's a six-hour drive, and I eagerly hope the time flies by. I'm dreaming of a new life, of being able to give my mom a new house and help financially. I know it might not be that easy, but I'm determined to try.

As my friend drives, I watch the changing scenery as we pass through each town. We sing songs, stop to grab a bite to eat, and continue the trip in a fun and cheerful mood.

We left early, and by the afternoon, we arrived in Las Vegas. I'm amazed by the change in atmosphere. Going from a small town of 20,000 people to the largest city in Nevada is thrilling. I can't wait to explore this place.

My friend drove to a neighborhood far from the big casinos I had spotted. She lives in a five-story building and had told me, ever since we left my hometown, that the place was modest but comfortable.

"Welcome! Come with me!" Giana helps me with the bags.

"I like it here; it's cozy."

"I'm glad, friend."

We walked up the stairs to the third floor and entered an apartment. The living room was tidy, with basic but sufficient furniture. We headed down the hallway, and she pointed to a room. I walked in and noticed a comfortable bed and a chair next to the window, which overlooked the street.

"It's very cozy, Giana."

"It's no five-star hotel, but this will be our home until you find a rich man and get married the next day," she joked excitedly and helped me organize everything in the wardrobe.

"I just want to work and give it my all."

"I'm not sure what position you'll have, but when you get to the casino, the manager will take you to the role they decide. The pay is good, and if you work overtime, we get a great rate for extra hours."

She explained, and it made me even more excited. Giana got me a spot through the casino manager. My friend works in the gaming area, and I'm curious to find out which department I'll be in.

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Hours Later…

I got ready for my first day of work. I put on a pair of jeans, a fun printed t-shirt, and flats. Giana, on the other hand, was wearing a black dress that went down to her knees, and she looked at me intently.

“They’ll give you uniforms according to your department, don’t worry.”

“Is it that bad?” I glanced down at my own outfit.

“We’re in Las Vegas, darling. Elko is behind us,” she laughed excitedly and took my hand.

We hurried out of the apartment, and once on the street, Giana raised her hand to hail a taxi. After a few failed attempts, a car finally stopped, and we got in.

We headed to Scott at Luxor Las Vegas. A few minutes later, we arrived, not too far from the apartment. I was awestruck by the grand structure. The taxi stopped at an employee parking lot, and we got out. My friend walked confidently, greeting a few people, while I just followed her.

“I’ll take you to the manager. She’ll guide you through everything. Good luck, my friend.”

“Thanks!”

I felt nervous since the only place I’d ever worked was a small café in Elko. As we headed to an office, I couldn’t help but marvel at the incredible details of the place. It was still closed to the public, and yet, I was already mesmerized by so much luxury.

“Anna, this is Kayla. She’s ready for her first day. Kayla, this is Anna, the general manager of this area of the casino.”

“Hello, Anna, nice to meet you.”

I smiled kindly at the woman, and she looked me up and down. I knew she was noticing my outfit, but she came closer and gently lifted my chin.

“You’re very pretty, not dressed very well, but I’ll take care of that,” the woman remarked.

I felt my face flush. I have dark wavy hair, my skin is slightly pale, my breasts are of medium size, my waist is slim, and my hips are average. I consider myself someone without many… “Attractive” features.

“Follow me!”

I glanced at Giana, who whispered, “Good luck,” and I followed the manager. She led me into a room, motioned to a chair, and sat across from me.

“Miss Miller, you’ll be working at the Red Club. It’s a private area where only members of this group are allowed. You’ll be serving tables; don’t worry about cleaning, as there are others responsible for that.” As she explained, she pulled out some papers and asked for my documents to verify. She slid a paper and a pen across the table. “This is a confidentiality agreement.”

I looked at the contract, noting the details, and saw my documents attached to the form. There were so many details that it left me feeling confused.

“I’ll explain. This document is necessary to protect the integrity of the participants in this club. Everything you see—whether celebrities or businesspeople—must remain confidential. What happens there stays. If anything is leaked to the press or news outlets, and if it’s traced back to you, you’ll be fined this amount.”

She pointed to a specific part of the contract. I blinked several times as I registered the fine amount—$300,000. I quickly concluded that no matter what I saw, I wouldn’t say a word. I’d never be able to pay something so expensive.

“No problem, I need this job,” I said, taking a deep breath, accepting the terms.

“You worked in a café, so you have some experience. Giana has been with this company for many years, and she recommended you. I hope we’ll work well together.”

She smiled politely at me. I returned the smile, took the golden pen, and signed the confidentiality agreement. She handed me more hiring papers, which took me a while to read through before completing the signatures. She stood up, walking around the desk, and I did the same, following the manager to the door.

“I’ll take you to the employees’ locker room. In your locker, you’ll find uniforms for each day of the week. Weekends are your days off, and the uniforms will be washed and replaced. By the way…”

She suddenly stopped, looked me up and down again, and forced a smile. I glanced at my outfit, realizing she was about to comment on my clothes.

“Try to wear something more elegant when coming to work. You’ll also need to wear makeup—nothing extravagant, but the basics to look presentable. All of these things are available in the locker room. The company president takes great care in offering the best for our employees.”

I felt relieved. I’m not a professional makeup artist, but I know the basics, and that’s what matters. I was very excited because the place seemed fascinating, and the salary was excellent. With this job, I could support myself and send money to my mom each month. Who knows? Maybe I could save enough to buy a house one day.

Giana started as a waitress, and now she works in the gaming area. She was promoted after a few months, and I hope I can do the same. That would be incredible.

KAYLA MILLER

I entered the locker room and was amazed by how organized everything was. There were numerous lockers in a large, well-designed space with resting chairs, a section full of mirrors, and counters where some employees were applying makeup. The area was bright and beautifully laid out.

"This will be your locker. I know, it’s an incredible place. As I mentioned, the company believes employees are vital to the business, so they prioritize comfort. If you have any questions, you can find me in my office, contact me." She extended her hand, and I shook it. "Lucy, after Kayla is ready, take her to the available spot in the club."

A blonde girl approached with a friendly smile, and I smiled back warmly. The manager left, and I walked to my locker. When I opened it, I found the uniforms—a series of elegant red dresses that looked formal and comfortable. I tried one on, and it fit perfectly. The length reached my knees, fitting snugly but