the room.
“Given how you both look, I assume he enjoys fucking you,” I said.
“Bingo,” she answered. I wasn’t sure if it was in response to what I said, or her discovery of the sleek black number she’d just pulled off the rack. “Sasha and I are half cat shifter and half succubus. Our father was an incubus that raped our mother, and she gave us up when we were born.”
“That’s shitty,” I said. Her tail twitched.
“It is,” they said in unison.
“We bounced around as orphans until we were thirteen. We were caught and sold here in the Underworld. Lucifer bought us and made us into his pussy cat girls.” She spat the title like it was poison in her mouth. “We fuck him however and whenever he wants. We prepare women like you. And if those women don’t behave . . . he isn’t gentle.”
“Mind you,” Sasha said salaciously, “I prefer it when he’s not gentle.”
I shuddered. “I’m assuming I don’t want to know.”
“You don’t,” they agreed. Sasha smiled, and it was both seductive and broken. As if two sides of her were at war.
Dominatrix cat girl came back, holding out the little black number. I grabbed a handful of the cloth in my hand. It was soft, and smoother than silk, as it ran through my fingers. “No bra. I’ll give you a thong. That should make him happy enough.”
I stalled for words. Unfamiliar with anyone helping me. Certainly not supes.
“Thank you,” I said softly.
“You’re welcome. Now get dressed. Lucifer is too arrogant to put cameras in his rooms, but if we take too long preparing you, he’ll come looking.”
Not needing to be told twice, I shimmied into the dress.
23
Even I could admit I looked like sex on a stick when the twins were done with me.
At least until I walked. Then I hobbled like a one-legged crone with a crutch. Being as tall as I was, and then adding six-inch heels to the mix, I felt like a strong wind could blow me over.
“Stand up,” Sienna, the Dominatrix, chided. “You’re hugging the railing like it’s going to save you.”
“That’s because it is,” I said under my breath.
My grip tightened on the rail as I looked over the most notorious club in the Underworld. Above us there was no ceiling. Only a full moon and thin clouds drifting through. Despite it being December in New Chicago, it wasn’t cold. We had magic to thank for that.
Below me, the club sat at different levels in an odd layout. Concrete platforms sectioned it off, up and down in large portions. A heavily stocked bar was next to the door, and music played, but I couldn’t tell where it was coming from.
The Seventh Circle, as it was called, was in full swing tonight.
“It’s time,” Sasha said, as she strode down the staircase before us, a seductive smile painted on her face as she greeted the club. I reached up to run a hand over my sleek ponytail. My brands were covered, but that’s about all that was in the skintight dress. They’d oiled my long legs after waxing them and then taught me how to walk in the godforsaken shoes. To think women wore these by choice back before the world went to shit.
On the floor, a figure dressed in white stood apart from everyone else. One hand in his pocket, and the other holding a crystal glass with amber liquid, surveying the club. As if sensing my gaze, he lifted his head and his golden eyes met mine.
Lucifer.
My target. My ex-boss. My temporary master, for the evening.
I let go of the railing when nails dug into my forearm. Beside me, Nathalie was dressed as a slutty cheerleader. Sasha had wanted to put her in a maid’s outfit, but Nat wasn’t a fan of the sheer top that showed off her boobs. They compromised on the cheer outfit that strapped them to her chest and kept them hidden, even if the skirt was short enough to see up it if she leaned forward, or in any direction, for that matter. She also wore heels, except she didn’t look like a baby giraffe in them.
We continued our descent, and between Nathalie’s death grip on my arm and my hold on the railing, I made it without breaking my neck. It amazed and infuriated me that I could face down vampires and werewolves and witches, but it was fucking shoes that had the best shot of taking me out.
At the bottom of the platform,