Chapter 13: Chloe

I hope I’m not making a huge mistake in accepting the offer of a job at La Chatte Heureuse. Something doesn’t seem quite right with the situation. However, I cannot pass on the opportunity to be with Melissa again.

Ever since we became friends at school, I knew Melissa didn’t get on with her family. Growing up, Melissa’s step-mother was a real bitch towards her, and her father was a misogynist of the first order, favouring her brother at every opportunity. However, Melissa has survived the ordeal with flying colours and last I heard, she was en route to a good career. Then I received word that Melissa was about to start work at La Chatte Heureuse.

I’m not sure how Melissa knew about La Chatte Heureuse. It isn’t the sort of club that receives a lot of publicity. At school, I wasn’t sure if Melissa was a lesbian, although I had my hopes. We became really close during our last years at school. I was willing to risk going further, but Melissa preferred to err on the side of caution. Her family had begrudgingly promised to supplement her scholarship to study in Paris, and Melissa didn’t want to jeopardise her chance of a degree. Melissa and I kept in touch until that final message telling me she was going to work at Greenway House and she may be out of touch for a while.

I don’t recall telling Melissa that I was a member of La Chatte Heureuse, so I don’t know if her cryptic message about working at Greenway House was a freak coincidence or not. Only members of La Chatte Heureuse would know the main house on the island was originally called Greenway House. I’m guilty of not keeping up with the club’s newsletters, so I didn’t know about the change of management and temporary closure until recently. Then I heard through a S&M club in Basel that La Chatte Heureuse were looking for a dominatrix to be a slave overseer. Normally I would have passed on the opportunity, but Melissa’s presence at the club made me think again. A fortnight later and I’m on the final leg of my journey to the island to start my new job.

“I’m Kirsty,” says the friendly woman who checks everyone’s identification before boarding the bus. “Do you prefer to be called Clotilde or Chloe?”

“I prefer Chloe, but for anything official, I’m Clotilde.”

“Welcome to La Chatte Heureuse. Is this all the luggage you’ve brought with you?”

“Yes. I was instructed to travel light. I gather a uniform and whatever else I need will be provided.”

“Yes, although you can use your own clothes if you wish. Mistresses usually wear leather, although you are free to do otherwise. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get everyone onto the bus so we can be on our way.”

We transfer from the bus to a boat about thirty minutes later. A twenty minute boat ride sees us pulling up at the island dock. A couple of members of the Slave caste are waiting with a small tractor and trailer to collect our luggage. My surprise at seeing Melissa with her tits hanging out triggers wholly inappropriate feelings inside me. I’ve always had a crush on Melissa, and seeing her like this is reviving old feelings, only ten times stronger.

“Madame Chloe,” says Melissa with a smile on her face. “It’s so good to see you again. May I help you with your luggage.”

“I’ve not started work yet, Mel, so you should just call me Chloe for now. What time do you finish work? We must catch up as soon as we can.”