Free Sinful Knowledge (The Millionaires Social Club) by Kat VonSant Page B

can get started with the festivities," said Natasha as she scurried out in front of Emily to lead the way. "Let's go!"
    "Wait!... what do you mean get out of this outfit? What are you talking about?" she asked as she tried to keep up. "I thought that I am just serving dinner! I was thinking maybe some fish tacos and this really cool dip my mom use to..."
    Without a word, Natasha found a revealing maids outfit in the closet next to the kitchen and handed it to Emily. "Put this on," she ordered. "You can use that bathroom right there," she said pointing at a door off to the side.  
    "Are you going to tell me what this is all about? Mr. Barker didn't say anything about wearing this."
    "No. We have no time right now for that. You'll be fine. Don't worry. Just do as Mr. Barker says and you'll be fine."
    Emily realized she would be fighting a losing battle if she didn't comply and she moved into the enormous bathroom to change.

Chapter 2
    Emily entered the kitchen and saw a small staff was busy preparing the nights dinner. There was one main chef and two other cooks engaged in making sure everything was prepared. She spotted Natasha giving serving orders to one other girl who was dolled up in her maids outfit just the same. The girl couldn't have been over 19 years old, very petite, dark blonde with doe-eyes like hers. Her thighs were definitely defined. They were muscular like a gymnast and she showed signs that she must work out religiously.
    "Emily. Come over here," said Natasha waving her hand at Emily.
    "Mr. Barker has two very important clients here tonight along with his partner Rick Bowler," said Natasha as she tidied up Emily's outfit. "You will do whatever they say. If they say bark, you bark. If they say jump, you ask how high. Understood?  
    "Uh, sure," replied Emily.
    "Most of all, smile and be submissive. And yes, you will be paid well tonight. I expect it to be nothing less than one thousand dollars as long as you do as you are told."
    "I'm not sure I follow what you're asking me to do. You want me to parade around half-naked in front of complete strangers, serve them drinks and food, and,... and what else?"
    " What else, Miss Emily...well, that will be based on how well you perform the basics. Just remember who you work for," replied Natasha.
    It was then that Emily first noticed the incredible scent of Beef and Burgundy filling the air. Emily could hear a bit of laughter coming from the dining area around the corner. It was apparent that Mr. Barker and his guests had been drinking wine for the past hour or so.  
    "I tink dat one," she heard the accented voice coming from one of the cooks. He looked to be of hispanic descent with maybe some Caribbean mixed in. He was mumbling words to the other cook while taking   glances toward Emily. Even in his cook outfit, she could tell he was incredibly gorgeous. His tan complexion was set off by some of the sexiest light brown eyes she had ever seen. His bicep muscles stretched the upper portions of his sleeves and his sparkling white teeth glistened through his subtle smile. She gave him a kind smile of "thanks" in return.
    Okay, Em. Get it together. Let's just do this and see what happens. Let's face it. You need the money. Besides, it's not like you're doing this in front of a bunch of old geezers. Brad is hot, no doubt and you know you wouldn't give it a second thought to have him in any other situation.
    A rushing tingle started from Emily's elbows and shot down to her finger tips. A clenching in her throat made it hard to breath and her tongue felt like it had been covered with a sweater all day long. Emily felt a tingling in her loins and she felt a bit of moisture seep from between her legs.
    Oh my fucking god, Em? Are you starting to get turned on by this?? You're standing here in a tiny lacy outfit, tits nearly busting out of the top with your ass peeking out of tiny underwear to all the staff, and you're about to prance around and do whatever these rich