(Pic of Link's transformation ---->)

        It felt like an eternity had passed as I stared up at him as he took in my slightly dishevelled appearance. The King rubbed my slight scruff and made a tsk sound, “You need to get rid of that.” His other hand went to my hair, tugged on it, tsking once again. He wasn’t too pleased with my current hair style. My head dropped as he released my chin, he turned away from me slightly, and he turned back with a dot of shaving cream in a little bowl with a little brush to apply the cream. Two of the King’s fingers tipped my head back, and gently started to apply the cream royally to my scruffy face.

        No other sound but the brush applying cream was heard. I didn’t even panic as he pulled out an sharp old school straight razor, for some reason I trusted this man with my life completely. Our eyes kept locked on each other as he scraped the razor along my skin, removing the offensive facial hair. “Don’t move.” The King murmured as I swallowed once as the razor moved along my throat. “There, that’s better.” He rubbed a towel along my face, removing left over cream from it while inspecting it. It felt weird, no longer having any scruff. I had gotten used to it over the years, since I mostly have the hectic cases; I only shaved when I had the chance or when I was home. Sadly that wasn’t a lot, so I decided it was easier to have a permanent scruff on my face and trim the scuff instead of shaving.

        I touched my cheek, surprised that it’s as smooth as a babe’s backside. But the King wasn’t finished yet; he pulled a bottle out of nowhere. It was hydrating aftershave, or so the label on the bottle said. The stuff was cool; it felt like there was a protective layer added to my recently shaved skin. His knuckles traced my lips as he rubbed the aftershave on my skin, my lips parted and I started panting lightly. To my surprise I felt my pants getting a little tighter, making me shift uncomfortable on the leather seat. If he noticed he didn’t say anything about it, which I was grateful for. 

        "Thank you." I say once he finishes because I felt like I should thank him; he did just save me the time of shaving. 

        "You're welcome." His deep velvety voice drifts into my ears as he caresses my now smooth cheek. "I have a hairdresser, Lance, that will give you a haircut, and Lord knows you need one." He says while walking over to the office and picking up the office phone.

        He gives instructs to get said hairdresser; Lance into his office ASAP before hanging up without a goodbye or thank you. We wait in a slightly awkward silence just staring at each other. After hearing so much of the mysterious King of The Pleasure District it's kind of shocking that I'm staring him in the face, not the eyes. His eyes are too intense for me to stare at longer than a few minutes. A knock comes to the door and the King tells them to come in.

        Within a minute Lance was in the room, unpacking his supplies. The King would let Lance do his thing to Link, under strict his supervision.

        I hate to say it but, Lance’s hands were magic. I relaxed entirely as he gently massaged shampoo in my hair above the tub in the bathroom that was hidden behind the other door. After having it washed and conditioned, he directed me to sit on the closed toilet seat so he could cut my hair. In no time he was finished, and told me I could use the shower to wash away the small hairs that might have gotten under the cape and in my t-shirt. 

        Lance waved away my protest with on hand “The King won’t mind.” There was a slight commanding tone to it, I shrugged it off and started peeling off my clothes. “You just need to wet your hair; there is no need to wash it twice.” Standing under the warm water spray, I let my mind wonder about the whole situation, I was missing something. I was startled out of my wondering mind by Lance’s voice on the other side of the thick glass wall that separated the shower from the rest of the room. “I have some clothes here you can wear; the ones you were wearing are no longer needed.” I could feel his probing gaze for a few minutes before he disappeared. Once I was sure he was gone I turned off the shower and dried myself off. With the towel around my waist I stepped from behind the glass wall and was met with a neatly stacked pile of clothes.

        I was feeling slightly nervous when I had put them on, I was wearing a pair of short jeans; through the belt loops were the sleeves of a checkered shirt (I couldn’t loosen the knots to wear it), my back was covered in a sleeveless jean button up, I left it unbuttoned; I couldn’t close the damn things. Thanks to that it showed off my torso and necklace. My sock covered feet were stuffed in hiking boots; I didn’t have the patience to lase them up properly so I left them half way lased, so I don’t trip over a lase. Glancing once more in the full body length mirror, I ran a hand through my now short cropped hair, still needing to get used to having such short hair.

        “Hot Damn!” Lance whistled as I re-entered the room, The King was once again seated behind his desk; Lance and Lauren were standing on either side of the desk. “Well, I guess you did a good job Lance.” Lauren murmured as she circled me. “Indeed. A job well done Lance.” That had me blushing like a little schoolgirl. I felt exposed, and couldn’t do anything to cover it up. This made me even more uncomfortable.

        ****

        “Lincoln, I had a conversation with Roland, my head of security about you. I showed him your file and he’s thrilled to have you on the team. He’s had a hard time finding capable people to do the job right. You will meet him shortly; he will inform you on your duties.” I nodded my head, glad to talk about a job than to stand there awkwardly as they stare at me. “Your first few shifts will be together with Bear, he’s been on the job for the last ten years. He will tell and teach you all you need to know.” I knew when I was dismissed, opened the door and was face to face with a chest. Surprised I took a small step back and craned my neck a little to look up to a pair of amused green eyes. “Roland.” I was surprised that I had to look up to him, with my 6’5. That would make Roland about 6’8 maybe 6’9. Jesus he’s huge. “That I am. A pleasure to meet you brat.” 

        Snapping back to the present, I shook his massive hand. He started telling me all about my new job as security at Red Velvet, the most successful kink club in town and the uniform I would be wearing. I had two kinds of a job, the first was a bouncer; I was to wear a black V-neck shirt, together with skinny black jeans.

        The second was as a dungeon master, meaning I was to monitor what went on in most of the private and public playrooms. Roland took me through all the layers of the club; on the ground floor was the dance floor where people can dance or talk in the booths surrounding the dance floor and a bar where I met bartenders, waiters, waitresses, and bouncers who kept an eye on who came in and who were granted permission to go on to the more private areas. On the second floor had a main stage for performances and bar, and the private playrooms of the members of Red Velvet.

         On the third floor was the control room as Roland likes to call it, a huge room filled with desks and screens full of security footage. It was on this floor where I met fellow dungeon masters and Bear. Just like his name the guy was again huge like a bear, but he looked like he just stepped out of GQ photo shoot. There was also a room that over looked the second floor, Roland told me it was The King’s private room.

        Just like Roland, Bear was excited to have me on the team. He grumbled something under his breath along the lines of finally having someone who knew what they would be doing. I just prayed to God I would, I knew nothing about the kink club and what was acceptable and what not. Bear grinned as he handed me a book, the title had me blushing to the tips of my hair; Come Hither: A Commonsense Guide To Kinky Sex. “Read it, it will give you some pointers what to look out for.” I nodded as I turn to the back of the book, reading the little bit of text on the back.

        After that, Roland took me to the hospital to have me tested. I didn’t mind, in this industry it was essential to be clean. The doctor told me that the results would be in tomorrow before I would start my job. 

        Back in my apartment, I decided to read the book from back to front. It might be a good idea to have some sort of idea about what goes down in a kink club considering I never really was curious enough to want to know more about it. Seeing as it was going to be my job from now on, I better get learning. I was so immersed in the book that the loud sound of a knock on my door startled me; putting down the book I opened the door. Puzzled, I looked at Lance. I didn’t expect him to show up, or how he knew where I lived. 

        “Can I help you Lance?” I ask confused.

        “See I told you so.” He just grinned and motioned to his companion. The other man beside him grumbled and smacked a few dollar bills in Lance’s waiting hand.

         “I had a bet with Johnny here and he lost.” Lance clarified at my questioning look.  

        With that he said a cheerful goodbye and sauntered down the hall. He didn’t say what the bet was about, but I had a sneaking suspicion it was about me. Closing the door I groaned great, now I am a bet subject. Just what I needed.

        Feeling restless after finishing reading the book, I decided to go for a run. A healthy way to release the restless energy coursing through my veins, I haven’t run for a while now and I need to get back in shape. The other bonus from running was I got a good look at the neighbourhood I was in. I sighed in relief as I switched the short jeans for my joggers and the jean jacket for a long sleeved sweater. Slipping on my sneakers I grabbed my phone and the bangle where I can put my phone in as I run, it also has a little pocket for my key which is quite handy if you don’t want to run with your keys in your pocket. Putting in my ear buds after selecting my music play list I was out the door, ready to run.