Unravel (Club V Book 1)

by Gisele St. Claire

  “Honestly? I prefer Jersey.”

  He laughed. “Jersey’s a great place. I happen to like it a lot myself. I have some family there. So, you want to tell me how you managed to find your way into our most exclusive, private event?”

  I shrugged. “It was an accident. We ran out of vermouth and Celeste sent me up to the second floor supply room to find some. I took a wrong turn…probably several wrong turns, and ended up in there.”

  “And what did you see?”

  I let out a long exhale. “I saw a lot. A lot more than I wanted to see.”

  “Yes, but…” he paused and gave me a long look. “Do you understand what you saw in there?”

  When did this guy think I was born? Yesterday? How could a person witness that and not understand?

  “I saw a girl named Clara selling her virginity to the highest bidder,” I said, my tone clearly indicating what I thought about the way he was questioning me.

  Mr. Vance nodded. It was sinking in that I hadn’t just arrived on planet earth and knew a little about the world and what was going on.

  “Ah yes, Clara. I interviewed her. Sweet girl, she’s going to go places.” He looked at me with a devilish grin. “Happen to see who got her?”

  “I didn’t stick around to find out,” I answered curtly.

  “Probably the prince. He loves his ballerinas. Typically we don’t let our bidders return more than a few times each year, but he is so consistent and doesn’t mind paying our prices, so how I can say no?” He said as his long think finger lightly tapped his lips as if he was contemplating his own question.

  My jaw was hanging wide open and I closed it, not wanting to give away exactly what I thought about this whole arrangement. I believed that women had the right to do whatever they wanted with their bodies, but I had a difficult time believing that any woman would give up her virginity to a total stranger. Except for in this case there was a shit ton of money involved and I knew how tempting something like that could be. Hadn’t I been there myself? I certainly wouldn’t have walked through the doors of Club V for the first time if it hadn’t been for Suzy encouraging me and the fact that I was so desperate for a paycheck.

  “Do you have any questions, Samara?” He asked as he steepled his fingers under his chin hold my stare.

  “About what?”

  “About how we operate, what we’re doing here, or how it all works upstairs. And by the way, I’m Neil. You can call me that if you like.”

  I chewed my lip silently and then spoke. “I have a hard time believing that any young woman would truly want to give herself over to a man like that unless there was a lot of money involved. It feels like coercion.”

  “I can understand why you might think that,” he replied. “The truth is that all of the bidders are thoroughly vetted and so are the women who present themselves for the auction block. No one is being coerced. Everyone is there because they want to be. And I would like to think that everyone leaves the room pleased. Hopefully they’re pleased more a little later on.” Neil grinned slyly.

  “I know there are things that drive people to make those kinds of decisions, it was just…something else to see it so up close and personal. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t that.”

  Neil nodded. “Then I would advise you to forget everything you saw. Pretend it never happened. Pretend you never left the bar tonight. I’ll get someone to fetch the vermouth for you and you can tell Celeste you were with me. That should keep you out of trouble…well, most of the trouble you could get into with her. I have to be honest with you, Celeste runs her own show around here.” He laughed. “Seriously though, forget what you saw. Unless…”

  “Unless what?” I frowned.

  He lowered his tone and I could swear that his already sexy voice got even huskier. “Unless you liked what you saw.”

  “Ha! As if.” I retorted.

  Almost on cue, and completely out of nowhere, a woman walked through the door. And just like the women upstairs on the auction block, she was stark naked except for a collar. Hers was diamond, whereas Clara’s had been emerald. But the collar was hardly the thing that would have caught someone’s attention. As she entered Neil’s office carrying a tray with a drink on it, her breasts bounced, the dark pink tips pointing out and up and completely at attention. She was perfection and her smooth skin was completely hairless. Her lips the same deep dark red that covered most of the surfaces of Club V, she had very little makeup on and her long blond hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail.

  “Mr. Vance,” she said as she approached his desk and set the drink down.

  “Thank you, dear. Samara, this is Asia. She works the second floor and on occasion she likes to bring me a drink. When I tell her to.” Neil smacked Asia on the ass and she giggled, then bit her lip as if thinking better of it.

  I nodded politely toward Asia, but kept my eyes trained on Neil. The woman was incredibly attractive and it was difficult not to stare at her nude form, but I didn’t want Neil to think he had any kind of control over me.

  “Back to our discussion—are you sure you didn’t like a little of what you saw, Samara? Are you sure none of it was interesting to you in the least?”

  I shook my head feeling the wetness of my panties. I wasn’t going to admit that for a brief moment while I watched Clara presenting herself before those bidders that I had considered what it would feel like if I were up there, spreading my legs in front of the men and women who were watching. What would it be like to be so on display, listening to people bid and fight over who got to have me for the first time?

  “No, not at all,” I answered bluntly.

  Neil narrowed his eyes and took a sip from his glass. Then as he kept his eyes on mine, he reached over and slid a finger between the lips of Asia’s pussy. I fought to keep my face from showing any shock, but had to grip the arms of the chair to keep myself from falling out of it.

  He stroked her pussy and I couldn’t help my eyes darting over to see that she was already very wet, his finger coated in her slickness. Her eyes were closed and she was pinching both of her nipples as he flicked her clit rhythmically.

  I blinked and looked back at Neil.

  He smiled at me and raised an eyebrow. “You aren’t wondering at all about what’s happening to Clara right now? How well she is being fucked by someone who knows how to do it? Can you imagine—a woman’s first time being with someone who knows exactly what to do to please her? So many rarely have that opportunity. Seriously, it’s got to be an amazing feeling to have someone take their time with you, bring you to the edge over and over again and then finally let you careen over the side…right as he plunges inside you.”

  I cleared my throat. Asia was moaning audibly now and I was trying not to wriggle around in my chair. I was wet and I knew the feeling had been growing from the moment I saw the girls on the stage upstairs. Now as I watched this exquisitely gorgeous man finger fuck one of the most beautiful women I’d ever laid eyes on, I could barely keep myself from reaching down and…

  “Are you okay, Samara? You look a little flushed.”

  He worked his fingers hard into Asia and in a moment she was writhing on his fingers, biting her knuckle to keep from screaming as she came on his hand.

  “I think we’re done here,” I said, but waited for him to tell me it was okay to leave.

  “You may be,” Neil said with a smile. “But I think Asia and I are just getting started.” With his free hand he grabbed a business card and held it out for me, two fingers on his other hand still buried inside Asia. “Samara, if you ever need anything, feel free to give me a call. I mean it. Anything.”

  He winked and with that I got up and turned to leave, wanting to get far away from his office and from whatever was about to happen between him and the waitress. I took a small detour, careful about where I was going this time and found the nearest ladies’ room. Hurrying inside, I closed the door behind me and locked it. It was a single bathroom, probably meant only fo
r staff and I was grateful for the moment of privacy.

  What had I just witnessed and why was it making me feel this way? I tried to push the feelings aside, but I was so turned on and I knew there was no way I was going to finish my shift with this ache building in me.

  My nipples were hard as rocks and I gave them each a hard pinch through my blouse. It felt good, but I could only imagine what it would have felt like to have Neil or even Asia’s lips wrapped around the tightening flesh.

  I hiked my skirt up and reach into my panties, finding them soaking wet and feeling for my swollen throbbing clit. Without holding back I stroked myself hard and fast and it didn’t take very long for me to feel the warmth of an orgasm begin and then crash over me with a gasp. I watched myself in the mirror and thought how lucky any of those men upstairs would be to have me, even though I knew I’d never do such a thing.

  I washed my hands and put myself back together and headed back out to the bar. There I found an exasperated Celeste. But Neil hadn’t lied. She had a few bottles of vermouth in her possession and now all the guys who wanted to pretend they were James Bond were sated and happy with martinis in their hands. When Celeste caught sight of me she narrowed her eyes.

  “I was with Neil—Mr. Vance.”

  I didn’t realize those were the magic words, but Celeste’s face softened and she nodded, but there was still a questioning look in her eyes.

  “Is everything okay?”

  I gave her an affirmative nod. “Yeah, it is. Sorry about the vermouth. There was a bit of a mixup.”

  Celeste brushed it off and together we finished the rest of the Saturday night shift. I had never been so happy to be done with work and heading back home to Jersey as I was that next morning with the dawn creeping in over the horizon.

  Chapter 5

  I stepped into the glass shower and under the hot spray, reveling in the sheets of hot water that coursed down my skin. I let the water wash over my face, pondering the thoughts of what it would be like to give up my virginity, marveling about it every other day after what I had seen at Club V in NYC. I couldn’t shake the image from my mind. Reaching out, I began to wash my hair, working the shampoo into a rich, foamy lather amidst my long locks. I closed my eyes and began to hum an old song when the noise from the shower muffled the sound of the bathroom door.

  Almost, but not quite.

  I kept my eyes closed as I heard the glass door swing open with the smallest click and then it closed again. Strong hangs began to caress my body, rubbing scented moisturizing body wash across the length and width of my body. Every part of me was suddenly on fire in the wake of the strong roving hands. I was instantly wet, a heat wholly unrelated to the water now flooding between my thighs.

  It was him.

  I had imagined his touch before.

  I craved it.

  I pushed my ass back slightly, and was rewarded - much to my titillating surprise - by a light stroke of his tongue against my tight bud. I shuddered with delight; he had to be kneeling behind me.

  I was greedy for the feeling of his tongue working itself against my anus. I moaned with pleasure as he ran one strong hand up my thigh to rest on my vulva, his thumb firmly ensconced between my labia.

  Oh god!

  His touch felt so good. I placed both against the wall and spread my legs further apart, the better to give him access to my pussy. His tongue never ceased its slow torment, pressing it against my tight hole, seeking entry, only to pull back with a series of light licks.

  My nipples were hard pebbles that ached, a sure sign that an orgasm was coming. Long locks hung down my face, moving in exaggerated time to the way I tossed my head with the pleasure he caused.

  His thumb never moved, so I began to move against it, working in time with his tongue, savoring the way his digit grazed against my swelling clit.

  Oh fuck. I was so close.

  My breath began to come in ragged pants, and my hips began to buck of their own volition. My moans were loud now, unrestrained by any need to behave myself for him. I was now simply a creature of pure desire.

  Somehow, he knew that, because he stood and pushed into me, the hard, thick length of his cock filling me so abruptly, stretching my virgin walls, that I cried out as the pleasure of my orgasm tore through my body.

  I leaned against the wet tiled wall for support, my knees weak from the sensation as my body heaved with pleasure. He began to move in and out of me, purposefully denying me of any relief from the powerful sensations coursing through me through his own actions. It was driving me towards a new orgasm.

  The worst and best part of it all was that he seemed totally immune to this intoxicating pleasure that we had achieved. I tried to outlast him but never even came close. By the time he so much as broke a sweat I was begging for another orgasm...for the second time.

  As I clutched the tiled wall, my pussy throbbed with need and pleasure, the smell of sex mingling with the hot mist of the shower and I wondered how did he know how to manipulate my body like this? I didn't really care, as long as I came again.

  He moved within me slowly, deliberately, using his cock to stroke my inner walls, skirting the limits of my receding orgasm, denying me of any break in the sensation while avoiding over stimulation.

  Fuck it felt so good and I needed release now but it was clear he wasn't going to give it to me. With one hand on my clit, his index finger now firmly on top of my swollen clit, and his other on my hip for support, he was well positioned to torment me like this for hours. I knew that regardless of what my body craved, he would be perfectly content to keep me in this post-orgasmic state for another hour, until I had been reduced to a whimpering wreck, begging for release.

  His finger tapped my clit a few times and I swear I saw stars. Fuck it felt incredible but I needed to come again. But here, now, with his cock buried to its hilt in my wet sopping cunt, my ears full of the sound of my own gasps and moans, his hands on me, guiding me around the sweet release of my own pleasure rather than to it, I knew that I could not achieve that relief.

  My body ached and shivered with delight that he was deliberately denying my release. He was showing me how to completely surrender myself to him.

  That he controlled my body in every way, just with a single touch. I rested my face against the cool tile and realized there was only one thing left to do in order to get release.

  Beg.

  My eyes flew open as the sunlight clawed its way into my consciousness, forcing myself out of my dream. Jesus Christ! I'd been fucking dreaming again, entranced with the most exciting sex I had ever had. I smiled in my pillow, this one had been one hell of a dream and my panties were sopping wet. I had come in my sleep. Damn it. These dreams had been taking up occupancy in my mind now since I had seen the auction room. That girl on display for all to see.

  It was time that I got a fucking grip on reality or I was going to lose my mind!

  **

  Six months later not much had changed at the Club V location in Jersey. I was still going in every day that I had a shift, running the bar when Suzy wasn’t there and running it with her when she was. We were a dream team as far as the management was concerned and both of us had seen great raises over the time we had spent there.

  “I’m not sure how I’ll ever move on to a job in the corporate world. They don’t tip you there, do they?” Suzy asked with a laugh and a frown.

  “They might not tip you, but sometimes you get a company car if you’re really well behaved. Oh, and Christmas bonuses!”

  “Okay, now it’s sounding better.”

  “But in that setting people aren’t allowed to put $50 between your breasts. Or if they do, you get to take them to court and turn it into $500,000.”

  Suzy laughed again. “Seriously, Samara, you’re selling me on this corporate life.”

  “Ladies, it is not all it’s cracked up to be,” Tommy Rollins chimed in from the other side of the bar. “No matter what it looks like, trust me, there is another side to t
he story. You know, you think you see all these people…all these people that crowd in here every weekend, and you think they’ve got it all. I’ll tell you what. These people ain’t got Jack Shit.”

  Tommy Rollins, top investment banker, was drunk at my bar for the fifth time in as many weeks. I didn’t know what was up with the guy, as I had been trying to limit my personal conversations with him, but it was clear that something wasn’t working out for him either at home or at work. I guessed it was the latter and I didn’t want to ask. He was involved with a lot of very important people and on the off chance that something related to his business was about to go south, I didn’t want to end up in a situation where I had to testify as to what Tommy Rollins had revealed while sitting on a bar stool.

  “No one in here has nothing…” his words were slurring together. “Maybe you two,” he said as he turned back to Suzy and I and regarded us thoughtfully. “Yeah, if I had to guess I would say that you two are probably the richest people in here. You got a family you love?”

  Suzy was moving on to another customer and not taking the bait. It left me to deal with Tommy alone.

  I nodded at him. “Yeah, I do.”

  He raised his glass. “Good for you. You know what I have? Fuck all. I used to have a wife and we had a baby…and then the baby, she died. And my wife couldn’t deal with it. Or rather, I wasn’t ‘there for her’ and she went back to her mom in Toronto. I mean, fuck’s sake lady, what do you want me to do? Hold you while you cry or pay for all the shit you insist on having to live?”

  I gave him a pitying half smile. “I’m sorry, Tommy. I didn’t know about the baby.”

  “Not a lot you can do,” he said. “Babies die. Weird, isn’t it? Like they are there and they are so small and you’ll do anything to take care of them but they are so tiny and what do you even do to keep them alive? Then one day you wake up, like you have every day before that for your entire fucking forty years on this earth…but your baby doesn’t. Like, what the fuck, God?”