Abigail
"Sign here and you'll become a full member of Sanctuary."
The voice came from behind the partition over the desk. The room I was in was completely bare except for the huge desk in the middle of the room and the partition above the desk. Annette was right. The club really took anonymity to the next level, even their workers were hidden or wearing masks.
The receptionist or whoever it was that was behind the partition slid a document and a pen across the desk. My hand trembled slightly as I picked up the pen.
The black lace teddy I wore under my coat felt like I was naked already. The fabric barely covered my ass, the cups pushed my breasts up until they almost spilled over, and the thin straps dug into my shoulders.
I was dressed like sin and I was about to walk into a sex club.
Holy shit.
The consent form and NDA sat in front of me, filled with dense paragraphs of legal jargon about boundaries, safe words, discretion. My eyes skimmed over the words quickly.
