Big Brother Billionaire (Part Two) Read Online Free Page B

“Black is all I require,” I said, practicing that even, slightly detached tone of speech I’d started using at the club. It was a tone that brooked no arguments and invited no questions or protests. I watched with a little too much satisfaction as the salesperson’s throat bobbed up and down with a hard swallow of anxiety.
    “Of course,” she said, taking the money and counting out correct change. “Black is really good. Never goes out of style. It’s just…um…what are you going to do in the spring and summer? This is Miami after all. People love their bright colors, their prints. You can’t wear black all through that heat, can you?”
    I gathered my shopping bags briskly, depositing the change in my wallet. “I suppose I’ll just have to wear a black bikini,” I said, turning on my heel and walking out.
    So I had the clothes I wanted in order to embrace this new Parker. However, there was nothing that screamed leather-clad dominatrix, the role that Jake had said he saw me in as a dancer at his club. I didn’t have much money left, so true leather was going to be out of the question. I was going to have to get creative, and that entailed a few trips to places that the new Parker wouldn’t be caught dead in.
    The thrift shop was my first stop, looking for pieces that could be cut up and adapted for a new life in the spotlight. I found a slinky dress with a sheer, shiny finish. A few alterations and that would get the customers at the club on their feet. I picked up a couple of belts that I could put together as a BDSM feast for the eyes. This was off to a good start, but there was still one other place I needed to visit.
    It was lucky for me that the club I’d gotten a job at was outside of the city’s seedier districts. The street blocks were home to strip club after gentleman’s club and interspersed with liquor stores and sex shop. The club I was about to start dancing at was actually not in a bad area of Miami, probably grandfathered into the area with some old zoning rules. However, this part of town was a place I knew about but had never ventured into, not even out of curiosity. I had never had any sort of business being in this neighborhood until now. It was a sex shop I was looking for after all, a store that stocked all sorts of costumes and accessories for every fetish and desire under the sun—and those quirks that most people preferred to keep out of the sun.
    I was glad I’d gone out as the new Parker. As the new Parker, I eyed the assortment of furry handcuffs and whips arranged on the wall coolly, wholly disinterested. Without the persona of this new Parker, my eyes would’ve been bulging out of my head. I probably wouldn’t have even been able to bring myself to cross the threshold.
    I got an appraising look from the tattooed woman restocking the display of condoms.
    “Can I help you find something?” she asked, not stopping from her endless stacking and straightening of all the colorful packets.
    “I’ll let you know,” I said, heading over to the costumes, still toting my purchases from earlier. I was sure I cut an interesting character with the variety of shopping bags in my possession.
    It wasn’t until I chanced upon a rack of clearance items that I found what I’d been hunting for—dominatrix wear. I found a shiny pleather bra and booty short set priced at a steal, and a crazy mask lined with a toothy zipper that looked downright dangerous. I had just enough money to cover it, and then I was flat out broke. I needed to earn back all the money I’d blown on this new persona ASAP or I wouldn’t be able to cover rent this month.
    “You looking to try some new things out in the bedroom?” the tattooed woman asked as she handed me my bagged purchases.
    “Who said they were for the bedroom?” I retorted without so much as a blush or a batted eyelash. My attitude about purchasing this fetish wear shocked me to the core. Without this new Parker mask to wear, I would’ve