Black panties and a matching collar.

-cowritten with SammyColt-

Max grabbed a pair of black panties and let the fine material glide through her fingers as she inspected it. A thong, not that she had expected anything else, but despite everything she had experienced so far this skimpy piece still took her breath away. The tiny cut did nothing to cover her privates, leaving her ass-cheeks completely out for everyone to see. On top of it all, the flimsy material was so thin that it was completely see through. Everyone who gave her a second look would effortlessly be able to make out every detail of her pussy through the sheer fabric. Essentially, there was not much of a difference between wearing this and wearing nothing…

“No tops?” she muttered to herself as she looked through the racks of clothes. Seriously?

"Boss likes our tits out," one of the girls doing her make up replied, she stopped applying her make up for a moment and looked at Max. "Not that it matters, whatever you wear it wont stay on you for long."

Max frowned, and slipped the thong on before grabbing a lacy garter belt with frilly, black stockings, matching to the panties she wore. She didn't bother to look at herself in the mirror instead she quickly made her way towards the VIP rooms.

"Hey," the woman who had just been talking to her called out. She was nodding her head annoyingly.

Max turned to face her, now what.

The thin red headed woman pointed at a table next to Max. "They won't let you up unless you wearing one of those."

On the table were two dozen collars. Black leather and plain except for a shiny silver ring at the front.

“Put it on,” the women said sternly when she saw Max's hesitant look.

“Why?” Max asked as picked up one of the collars.

The red head rolled her eyes and shot Max a look as if she was talking to a child. "I'll tell you this once since this is obviously your first time here and you clearly don't have much going on past your looks."

Max **** herself to smile back at the woman.

“Once a client takes you he will attach a leash to your collar. Once that leash is on anything he says goes. If he wants to fuck you in the ass while his friends watch you do it with a smile on your face. If he wants you lick his toes you do it with a smile on your face."

"Fine," Max said and slipped the collar around her neck. "and what If I say no?"

The red head turned away, "Once in the VIP there is no such thing as no. You make a scene and you'll be spending a weekend with the Steelhead fucks that run this place, and trust me, you don't want that."

Shrugging Max turned to the stairs. She braced herself mentally for whatever debauchery would expect her up there.