Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
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Club V
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GISELE ST.CLAIRE
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Copyright © 2017 By: Gisele St.Claire
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Gisele St.Claire holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
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Chapter 1
Pete
I looked out my office window onto the street as the rain poured down. It was New York at its most disgusting and I was grateful to be indoors, even if I was about to have a conversation with my business partners that I had no desire to follow through with.
“What’s up?” Jake asked as he strode into my office and threw himself into one of the leather chairs like he owned the place. Well, he did own a third of the place, but not my office.
I shrugged slightly. “We’ll wait for Neil before we get started.”
As if conjured from the ether, Neil appeared in the doorway. “You rang?”
“Have a seat,” I said, gesturing toward one of the other chairs opposite my desk. I waited until they were both seated, but kept my place where I stood. They were both alpha as fuck, something that made working together difficult at times, but I wanted them to remember who was the brain behind Club V and that without me the whole thing could fall apart. I kept my stance by the window, arms folded across my chest. I knew I struck an imposing figure and I wanted them to keep that in mind as I told them what had come to my attention.
What my college friends and now business partners didn’t realize was that we were currently sitting atop a house of cards that could collapse at any moment. One wrong move and we could come crashing down. I had been putting out fires, paying people off, and maintaining our exclusive vetting policy for a long time now. But there had been a few close calls recently and it was time they knew what had been going on behind the scenes and what I suspected was coming our way.
“I’ll cut right to the chase,” I began. “Remember the agent that we caught in the auction room a few weeks ago?”
They both nodded in unison.
“Well, that’s taken care of. Let’s just say he was looking for a discount on our wares.”
“Problem solved then,” Neil said with a wave of his hand.
I shook my head. “Not so fast. That’s the third one in as many months. We’re attracting their attention and I have a feeling that we’re an open secret amongst many in the bureau. We’re going to have to be on top of our game and make certain we keep this place locked down tight. We’ve got to really push the ‘exclusive gentlemen’s club’ angle for a while. Keep promoting to the right sort of people. The more important and influential, the better. People with something to lose are less likely to talk about what’s going on behind the scenes here.”
Jake nodded. “I’ve got a few events coming up. The Met Gala. A couple of charity auctions. I have a feeling we’ll pull in a few more members—of the sort you’re looking for—through those.”
I scratched my chin. “We’re staying ahead of this. I’m not too concerned about the FBI or any other agencies busting us—keep in mind, nothing we are doing here is against the law. It’s just…how they might paint it in the media.”
“We’ve got too much tied up in this—time, money, our livelihoods—to let anything go wrong now,” Neil added.
“I just wanted to make sure you both were aware of the status of the agent and that we are moving forward as if nothing happened there. I’ve taken care of the details and I think we’ll be fine for now. We’ve got to handle our PR a little more carefully though,” I said.
“What’s the plan with that?” Jake asked as he smoothed back his ponytail. The dude was still as slick as ever and groomed himself constantly, even when there were no women around to impress.
“Well, I’ve got an article lined up with a magazine. It’s really still in the planning stages, but I’ve been contacted by one of their feature editors. It’ll be good exposure to the sort of clientele we’re looking for and I think it will go a long way to convince the neighborhood we’re legit. The circulation isn’t very large, but it hits the demographics in this area that we want to reach.”
I cracked my knuckles and looked out the window again, less certain about the magazine proposition than I was letting on to my business partners.
“Anyway, what’s on the agenda for you guys this week?”
Neil leaned back in his chair. “I’ve got to be in Las Vegas this weekend for a large combined bachelor and bachelorette party that’s happening at that location.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Bachelorette party? We don’t have many of those. All club members?”
Neil nodded. “The bachelors are and it looks like the bride-to-be is interested in joining the club as well. She’s bringing her bridesmaids along for the ride and we’re hoping to secure a few of them as new members this week as well. A couple of actresses and a model. They’re into the open sex idea: we just have to sell them on what we’ve got to offer.”
“If anyone can do it, it’ll be you. What about you, Jake?”
Jake yawned and folded his hands behind his head. “Taking my girl to the Atlanta club. I want to show her around a little, let her see what we’re all about down there. And I think she might be interested in checking out some of what we have on offer down there.”
“Is this the girl you met here?” Neil turned to Jake and asked.
He nodded. “And after a month on my collar, she is wild and ready to enjoy the lifestyle.”
I rolled my eyes. “Good for you. Just make sure and take care of some business while you’re down there as well, okay?”
Jake winked. “I’ll take care of business.”
“I guess that covers it then,” I said, shaking my head. “I won’t take up any more of your time.”
The guys exited the office, leaving me to my thoughts. As much as I had tried to reassure them, I still had lingering questions about what was going to happen with the FBI and local cops. We were doing everything we could to keep things on the level at Club V all over the United States, but I could feel the walls closing in. I knew that soon someone was going to want some money on the regular in order to keep quiet. It wasn’t that we couldn’t afford that sort of thing, but our business was legitimate and I hated that we were having to fight tooth and nail to keep the authorities out of the place.
It all came down to the virgins. It had been my greatest idea, the one that put Club V on the map. In the midst of all kinds of exclusive sex clubs popping up all over the country and around the world, we were the ones doing something different. Well, we weren’t the first club to offer virgins, nor were we the first to have an elite auction block, but we were the first to do it all above board.
The contracts were key. It had taken me months to iron it all out with some of the best attorneys in the city. Everything had to be in writing and it had
to be perfect. There was no way that we could leave loopholes. God only knew that the sort of men who wanted to buy virgins was the kind who also tended to have buyer’s remorse and ask for their money back, no matter what their experience was. The contracts insured that whatever happened, happened. We were responsible for the transaction on the auction block. We provided them with verified virgin women of legal age who wanted to step up on the block and wear the collar. The men agreed to a code of conduct, which was loose but made clear what was expected of them in the treatment of the women they bid on.
Total and complete consent.
We insisted that the bidders sit through a seminar on it. They had to prove themselves to us. There were a few men who made it through our vetting process that I still had questions about, but on the whole, I felt good about letting our virgins enter the auction room.
Our virgins were always selected with care. They came to us voluntarily usually and it was only on a rare occasion that one was approached and that was typical because they had been recommended by a friend who had been on the auction block in the past.
We had a clinical psychologist on staff that went over everything with the women before they were accepted. Elle, our staffing director, knew the business from the inside out and knew what it took to be on the auction block. She had a way of telling if someone was going to work out from the start and almost everyone she had put her stamp of approval on made it through our final round of vetting.
Everyone had a different reason for choosing to step up to the auction block. Of course, it usually came down to money and you couldn’t blame the women for being seduced by that, but almost always there was something more. These were women who wanted to have their first sexual experience and for some reason hadn’t lost their virginity up to that point in their life. Our staff made sure they not only understood what they were doing, but that they wanted to do what the auction block required of them. They were compensated handsomely based on the level of intimacy that was required of them. While some were only signing up for one night with a man, many more were agreeing to a week or longer. It could be arduous for a woman having sex for the first time and that was why we took it seriously when we allowed men into the auction room.
The point in question though, the thing that it really seemed to come down to for law enforcement was the fact that the contract was binding. Once it had been signed there was no getting out of it. I could see why they would be concerned if they didn’t know exactly how far we went to make sure everything was done properly. And the truth was that no one really knew how our business was run. We prided ourselves on our exclusivity and the privacy we provided our clientele. There was no need for us to come out with a tell-all about how we did our business.
The idea had come to me in college and I knew it was a million dollar business from the first time I thought of it. What I didn’t know was that with the success of the club it would boom into a billion dollar business and that we would be dealing with governors, sheiks, and people from the highest echelons of society.
Virginity was one of the hottest, most appealing things to some men and they were willing to pay a high price for it, depending on the women in question. I could remember the day it occurred to me as clear as a bell. It was during my junior year of college and I’d seen the girl. She was mousy with frizzy brown hair, a nose slightly too big for her face, glasses that were also a little too oversized, and somehow she was still in braces in her freshman year of college.
She wasn’t the most attractive woman I had ever seen. Far from it. But I was sure she had something that many women on campus had given up long ago—her virginity. I didn’t set my sights on her, not like that, but I took note of the feelings that grew in me when I thought of her and saw her entering her dorm, usually right after my business calculus class. She was shy and unsure of herself, but I imagined what she would be like if she realized that she had some power. Just a little work on her appearance and guys would be lining up around the block to get a taste of her.
Things hadn’t gone down as planned with her, but I kept a memory of her in my mind. As long as we kept the business above board, making sure every contract was signed and that everyone involved was a fully consenting adult, I knew that we had a winning formula. After all, who didn’t want to fuck a virgin?
I leaned against the raw brick of my office wall and stared out into the waning light of the day, glistening darkly through the pouring rain. We were too far ahead for them to ever catch us. We had too many people deep within their organizations who were members with too much to lose. There was no way anyone could infiltrate Club V.
Chapter 2
Penny
The hum of the office equipment whirred around me and I was almost in a daze when Lauren, my editor, stopped by my desk and tapped it softly with the tip of her index finger.
“My office in ten,” she said with a nod. It wasn’t a question. “I’ve got something for you.”
She disappeared down the hallway and I watched her go, her hips swaying from side to side. The woman walked with authority, but never let anyone in the office forget that she was attractive and available. At only 10 years my senior, she had achieved quite a bit in her time at Expose, starting as a copywriter for the magazine straight out of college and working her way up to editor-in-chief. Lauren had taken me under her wing after I had shown myself to be an asset to the copyediting pool and she pulled me out of what was likely a dead-end job and put me on track to eventually take over for her someday, if only I would listen to her, jump on every story she threw my way, and basically copy her every career move.
I looked at the pile of research material on my desk. “Hell’s bells, Penny. You’re so behind.” I tried not to make a habit to talk to myself, but old habits die hard and I couldn’t help rolling my eyes. In college, I had always been able to churn out a great paper in about an hour. It had prepared me for the rigors of working at a magazine, but I was still finding myself buried under pile after pile of research and investigative materials.
I scooted the stack aside, turned to my computer and checked my email. I had no idea what Lauren might want to speak to me about. Checking my due dates on my calendar I saw that I didn’t have anything due to turn in for another week. That was pretty odd for me as I usually had a deadline for the blog every other day or so. But recently Lauren had asked me to shift my attention to the print mag and I had been working from that angle for a few weeks now. It was more in-depth, less click bait, no more trying to beat the top entertainment channels to a story. While that was still going on with the writers in our online office, my focus was now on the more serious storytelling that took some time.
“We want a Pulitzer? It’s going to be from the print edition,” Lauren had said when we had the conversation about shifting my focus.
I knew she was right. If we wanted more recognition our focus was going to have to be on what we were sending to print. It didn’t matter that it all went online the same day. And I had to admit to myself that I was looking forward to seeing my byline in a glossy.
I didn’t have high hopes for a Pulitzer. Expose was prestigious, but it was still a gossip magazine. We had been responsible for breaking several major stories over the years, however, there was still a bit of a reputation with the magazine. We were hard-hitting. We would get in wherever we had to in order to get the story we were looking for.
I waited nine minutes instead of ten before I walked down the hall to knock on Lauren’s door.
“Come in,” she said. I could tell she was still on the phone by the way she answered, but she hung up almost as soon as I opened the door. It was a flip phone, one I had never seen her use before, and it was noticeably ancient compared to the phones most people were using these days.
“New phone?” I asked as I took a seat opposite her.
“Burner,” she said with a half-smile.
That caught my attention. “You must have something then.”
Lauren leaned forwar
d and rested her chin in her palm. “I most definitely do.”
She pushed a file toward me and I could feel my eyes widen before I had the wherewithal to stop myself. I had so much on my plate already, what on earth could this be about. I opened up the folder and was greeted with the logo for an exclusive gentlemen’s club—Club V.
“I want you to find out why I can’t get in,” Lauren said with a laugh.
I glanced up at her. “I’m going to guess it’s because you aren’t a gentleman.”
She tucked a strand of her blonde bob behind her ear. “You’re right about that. But also you should know it’s not just an exclusive gentlemen’s club, nor is it a match-making service, or any of the other fresh coats of paint they might try to put on the place. Nope, that’s not what Club V is about.”
I thumbed through the pages in the folder and looked for anything eye-catching that might tell me what was really going on there.
“Drug front? Money laundering? Embezzlement?” I had no clue based on what I was looking at.
“You can’t tell me you haven’t heard of it? I’m surprised. You’re exactly the sort of woman they might approach.”
I looked at her, bewildered. “What is this place?”
Lauren leaned in closer with a grin. “It is the most exclusive sex club in the U.S. They have locations in almost every major city. It’s open sex, BDSM, swapping…you name it, Club V caters to it. They have got a billion dollar business on their hands and the client list is impossible to get your hands on, though there are rumors floating around about who has been seen entering and leaving the building. They value the privacy of their members above all else—well, aside from possibly saving their own skin when the feds finally come around to stop what they’re doing.”
I frowned as I stopped going through the pages, looking up to meet Lauren’s eyes. “What are they doing that the feds would get involved with? Consenting adults can do whatever they want. I mean, as long as it isn’t prostitution in a place where it’s illegal.”
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