The Boss' Daughter arrived at the backstage entrance to the Club. She found the door open and unlocked like she was informed, and slipped inside. She followed the directions until she arrived at the door to the Green Room, and entered.

"There you are!" She was greeted with vigor. "We were waiting for you!"

The woman who greeted her was of Nubian descent, dark skin and white hair that appeared to be dyed. She was also lounging in one of the chairs in the room, completely naked. "Well, come on then, we know you're the Boss' Daughter already, so it's a pleasure to meet you."

Surprised, the Daughter blinked. "Ah, yes," she said before regaining her composure. "I was told I would be met by the senior Assistant."

The Senior laughed at that. "Honey," she said as she stood up, "I'm here to give you the tour and quick orientation. We can discuss trivialities later." She tapped the Daughter on the chest. "Now, you know what kind of Club this is, so strip."

The Daughter did just that, taking off her long jacket to reveal her undress. It was that sort of Club. "Good," the Senior approved. "Follow me."

The Daughter was shown to the changing rooms beside the Green Room, where she met the next assistant. "Hey," the Caucasian woman with the long, stringy read hair stood beside a locker, where she was putting away a pair of pink high heels. "You must be the new Girl," she said. "I'm the Junior Assistant, but don't let the title fool you, I'm quite experienced!" she giggled.

"Good to meet you," the Daughter replied, "I'm..."

"The Boss' Daughter, yeah, we know," the Junior Assistant said. "Getting the tour, huh? Hey, when you're done, why don't you come find me? There's some time before the show, and I'd love to give you my own personal tour." She smirked. "We can start with your cunt and go from there."

The Daughter had [i]never[/i] been propositioned before like that! "I say we tour each other at the same time," she negotiated. "I'm on top, of course."

The Junior Assistant laughed as she closed the locker behind her. "Oooh, I like her!" she said, clapping the Daughter on the shoulder. "She's going to be fun!"

The Senior Assistant could only sigh. "So, I was going to explain this later," she said as they left the change room, "but there are a couple of rules that involve working here."

"Which are?" the Daughter prodded.

"First is that if someone propositions you, you go with it," she raised one finger for the point. "You are not exclusive with anyone here. And if you're worried that someone is abusing that? Well, the Boss doesn't tolerate disrespect."

"Anyone?"

"Yes," the tour guide replied as she showed them the back rooms for the Club itself. "You're going to get a lot of attention because no one is going to think that the Boss' Daughter would ever come here, so you must be a lookalike." Said Daughter had no idea how to respond to that. "I have no idea how the Boss himself is going to respond, given that he comes by every week."

"Ever met him?" the Daughter asked, curious.

"Met him?" the Senior Assistant threw back her head and laughed. "I've fucked him! Ridden his cock so hard that he couldn't walk straight the next day! I've even been in pieces when I've done that!"

The Daughter stared, trying to process that. "Huh."

"And here we have our Prop Room," the Senior Assistant announced as they came to a large storage space in the basement. "Hey, Bimbo? You here?"

"I am not a Bimbo!" the woman replied from behind them, having snuck up on the two women. "Hey!" She greeted the Daughter with a smile, her blonde hair pulled aside in twintails, her chest poking out as she rolled back her shoulders. "So, you're new meat." She pulled the Daughter into a tight squeeze, which wasn't uncomfortable at all. "Got a favourite?"

It was obvious what she was talking about. "Sawing. You?"

"Oooh! A classic girl!" She didn't let go. "Can I have her after the tour?" she asked the Senior Assistant.

"No, the Junior has dibs," the Senior said. "I can play with you though."

The Bimbo pouted. "Oh, come on!"

"Are you going to let me go?" the Daughter asked and demanded in the same breath.

She did, and the Daughter stepped back, away from the exuberant blonde. "So, props?"

"And that brings me to the second rule," the Senior assistant said as the Bimbo waved and strutted away. "You have free access to all equipment at any time as long as it doesn't interfere with the show. You also have access to any Staff or Patrons on the same condition."

The Daughter blinked. She wasn't aware of that. "Can you clarify?"

"Well," the dark-skinned woman replied, "If you wanted, you could go up to the floor of the Club, find some young man, take him here, have sex with him until he decides to drop the guillotine blade on your neck, then be normal in time for the show."

"You sound specific there."

"I did mention the Boss, right? Well, he's not young, but he's not ignorant!" The Senior Assistant smiled. "So, anything else?"

"What about the Magician?" the Daughter asked. "What's the rules regarding him?"

"You act as he says, you do as he says, and he's in charge," the Senior replied instantly. "Don't worry about it. He doesn't abuse his power. Well, only for the entertainment of the Club. But it's not like he'll use his power to convince you to do something you wouldn't."

"Makes sense," the Daughter said. "I doubt that would go over well with the Boss."

"Hah! So, that's the tour," the Senior said. "You're free to check out the props on your own. Just remember that you promised a make-out session with your co-worker. If you want it public or private, that's your choice, but remember that this is your first day here!"