A lot to process

After getting home Juliet had spent the better half of two hours reading the contact Richard had given her and looking up the words she was unfamiliar with on it.

Her search gave her mixed feelings and lead to her being exposed to a number of lewd photos which she didn't appreciate nor particularly understand.

Maria had texted her earlier asking how things went at the club and made an offer to come over and talk to Juliet directly. The red head had quickly shot this offer down. She had already had to much exposure to her friend to last week and she was certain if the other saw what she looking into she'd get the wrong idea.

Juliet was starting to feel again that maybe Richard had been lying to her when he claimed that the work relationship wouldn't involve anything sexual because everything she was coming across in relation to Dominant and Submissive was sexual. The dynamic, interactions, scenes which she didn't quite understand, most of it all discussed it as being a intimate relationship. Different from lovers but holding many of the same elements depending on what both parties had agreed upon.

While Juliet would do a lot for work, if this was what Richard was expecting, he was going to far in thinking that she would be easy to take advantage of in such way.

Sighing, she closed her laptop. This was exactly why she had wanted to discuss this work matter directly with Richard so he could clearly explain himself because all she had succeeded in doing was confuse herself and further feel as though she was being taken advantage of.

Grabbing her phone out, she scrolled through her contacts until she came across a number that didn't have a name attached to it. Pursuing her lips she debated over whether she should leave a text Or not. It was already past eleven at night and she wasn't certain if that was too late to send a text or not.

Her means for getting the cellphone number had been completely legal so she had nothing to worry about if the other person to got upset with her. Juliet just wasn't sure if she would actually get a reply to her text if she sent it so late. She also would be needing to sleep soon as well since tomorrow she had to go into work to give a proper report to her boss.

Puffing out her cheeks she put the phone down. She needed answers to her questions from Richard directly before she could decide on what to do. Now she was starting to regret the fact that she had never accepted her friends offer to take her to some of the more risqué clubs that they enjoyed visiting on their nights off.

Juliet enjoyed the girl nights that she with her friends, but she had never been interested in going to any of the pickups they did at clubs as she felt her job and a relationship didn't mix for the time being. For observation purposes though, the experience would have been very helpful in connection with her current job.

Picking up her phone again, she looked at Maria's number. Maybe she did need to call her friend and ask about going to some of the other clubs around to see what she was missing out on. It might give her a better idea of what to expect working with Richard even though he had assured her that the commitment would be completely non-sexual in nature, there had to be some crossover that she could learn.

Would it hurt to ask her friend? She would probably get a lot of questions from her about the sudden change of mind, most of which she could avoid if she were careful enough. Plus, it was only Monday so there was almost a whole week ahead to change her mind before the next upcoming weekend.

Looking over at the contract again she sighed. Juliet had really thought that this job was going to end up being a lot more exciting than this. It was her first major job that she had been given to do on her own, and yet in the first three days it had turned into more of a headache than the excitement and thrill that she had been hoping for.

The only perk that had come from everything was that she had gotten a chance to meet Daniel, the owner of the club that she was investigating. He at least seemed like he was far nicer than his friend and if really was as sociable and polite as he seemed, it would at least make her job easier when it came to requesting to see him again or go for drinks if she got the chance. Deciding to bite the bullet she dialed the number for her friend. A little bit of advice this late at night before she went to sleep might help her to get some sleep rather than staying up so late trying to decide whether she was stepping into something terrible or not.