Do these women all have experience?
Before the club’s door swung open to members, Dylan arrived early to assess the applications that had already poured in. The need to close the submission link had come, as the auditions were only a few days away. Most of the job applications were in, but a few latecomers may still show up. A well-balanced roster of Mistresses, submissives, and the handful of individuals who leaned toward either role was the aim.
Across Dylan’s desk sprawled a pile of applications, all printed out and lined up by the arrival date. The small office, more reminiscent of a closet in size, hosted Dylan’s workspace. Crammed into the limited area were a compact desk and chair facing a wall covered with a series of screens, which broadcasted a live feed from a network of cameras positioned throughout the club. Maxi may have preached privacy to the club’s patrons, declaring that no surveillance was in place, but that wasn’t the case. Hidden cameras recorded every room for the watchful eyes of the security team—which was only Dylan—capturing the explicit displays of carnal desire as they occurred.
With methodical thought, Dylan sorted through the stack of photographs and applications, categorizing them into different piles. Anyone who got an immediate rejection got shredded. If a glimmer of promise caught her eye, she placed the photograph on the pile on the left. Then there were the applicants who intrigued her; their materials were placed to the right, earmarked for auditions.
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