Uncover (Club V Book 3)

by Gisele St. Claire

  She thought for a moment before speaking. “I think it would make me feel like…I was out in the open air, enjoying something that I had only been able to indulge in down in the darkness for such a long time.”

  I felt a flutter in my stomach and didn’t know what the fuck that was, maybe some bad crab meat in the appetizer? But I doubted it. We had it brought in fresh from Maryland every day. As long as Penny was okay it was probably fine.

  “Exactly,” I said with a nod, happy that she was able to understand what things would be like from the point of view of a member, whatever activities they were involved in during their time at the club. “Many of our members are never able to act on their fantasies in their real lives. They are too important, too notable, too in the spotlight. So all of this for them happens in secret, in the alcoves of our main floor or in our private rooms in the back. We’ve made everything accessible for them, but I knew that this was something I wanted to include in the ultimate vision for the club.”

  Her body was warm and humming from the alcohol. I could see it in her cheeks and her eyes, but there was something a little more there as well and I was counting on that something else for later in the evening.

  “You’ve created a really beautiful space up here. I can see how any of your members would feel happy and safe here on the terrace. Out in the open where they can get some fresh air.”

  I nodded. “I wanted them to be able to breathe. There are spaces up here for them to engage in activities if they want,” I gestured over toward some seating that surrounded a fire pit. “But really it’s more about being able to get some air and be who they are in the open without the worry of someone seeing them up here.”

  She looked across the skyline, all the way around the terrace. “I notice you’ve taken the security and privacy very seriously. There isn’t another rooftop anywhere nearby where someone could plant themselves to take photos.”

  “Exactly. Of course if someone was truly determined to get a photo and had the equipment then there would be a way for them to do it, I’m sure, but we do keep our security alerted to those sorts of things and find that it would be very difficult to get a decent photo of anyone while they were on the terrace, from the distance where a person would be in that situation. It’s too dimly lit at the time of day when most people are up here.”

  “Smart,” she said as she finished the last of her drink and pushed her plate away. Something seemed to have emboldened her, probably the drinks, and I could tell that she was gearing up to ask me something important.

  “Now that we’ve had all this wonderful food and conversation, I was hoping I could ask you a very serious question. I want you to be honest with me.”

  I nodded. “Okay, scout’s honor.”

  “Tell me about the virgins.” She said it in a plain, matter-of-fact tone.

  “I don’t know anything about the status of our employees when they start here. There are a few that I can most assuredly tell you are not, based on my…erm, personal involvement with them.”

  “Cut the shit, Pete. I want to know about the auction room. Everyone knows about it and it seems to be this open secret. I want you to tell me about auctioning off virgins.”

  She was confident in her questioning, and in spite of her tone, she was still being very friendly about it. I reached out and took her hand, gently stroking the back of her fingers.

  “Penny, no matter what you’ve heard, I want to tell you that it isn’t true. We aren’t doing what you’re thinking we’re doing.” I placed her hand back on the table and let her know that was the end of that line of questioning. “How was your meal? I hope you enjoyed it.”

  “The food was absolutely amazing,” she said, blinking and visibly moving her thoughts away from the virgins and the auction room. “My compliments to the chef. I don’t know who it is, but you need to keep them on staff. What an outstanding meal.”

  I smiled, happy she was pleased with the food. “Why don’t we go back down to my office? There’s just a little more material I’d like to give you for your story and then I’ll let you go for the evening.”

  As soon as we were inside my office, I closed the door behind me and grabbed Penny, pulling her close and crushing my lips into hers. I had wanted to kiss her all night and narrowly escaped the urge many times, but now it was all I could do to keep from ripping her clothes off of her.

  I turned her around and pressed her up against the door, thinking about the dream I’d had a few nights before and felt my cock twitch and grow as I pressed myself against her, the friction between our bodies hot and increasing by the second.

  She wanted this and she wasn’t resisting at all. For as much cat and mouse as had been going on between us, I could feel that she was ripe and ready. She wanted me, wanted my cock in her right now, but I was going to make her wait…or even beg for it.

  “I’ve wanted to do this since I first saw you,” I said as I licked the shell-like outside of her ear. It drew a shudder from her and made my engorged penis ache with anticipation. She loved it and I was going to take her to the very edge. Fuck, it was going to be difficult not to plow her here on my couch though.

  “What are you going to do?” she asked breathlessly and I kissed her mouth again, trying to bring her back to the present and assure her that whatever we did, she was going to love it.

  “I’m going to lift up your leg,” I said as I kissed the delicate area of her neck, just below her jawbone. My hands were clasped around her waist and both slid up to her breasts, kneading and fondling them as I continued kissing her neck, speaking soft words against her even more delicate skin. “I’m going to put it over my shoulder so that you are opened wide for me. I’m going to keep telling you everything I plan to do until you are so wet and so ready to be fucked that you can’t stand it any longer. You want my cock in you, Penny?”

  She swallowed hard and closed her eyes. “As much as I hate to admit it…fuck yes, Pete. I want you inside me. I want to ride you like that girl in the collar that was riding the guy on the couch. I want to feel you come inside me.”

  Fucking hell…she was such a turn on and her voice was like…something I remembered. I thought about asking her if she had been a phone sex operator like one of the ones I used to call during my college days, but had a feeling that wouldn’t go over too well at the moment. I pulled her hand down and pressed it against the front of my pants, making her feel my hardness. She cupped my bulge tenderly and stroked me through the fabric of my pants.

  “God, I want you, Penny.” I moaned the words into her neck and then pulled her hands high above her head, pinning her there and kissing her forcefully again. “Is that pussy wet for me?”

  She nodded and gasped for breath.

  “Good,” I said. It took me a moment to regain control of every molecule in my body so that I could let her go and back again. I had an obscene erection and I wanted her on her knees, sucking my dick until I shot my load all over her tits…but not tonight.

  “I hope you’ve had a nice evening,” I said as I went to stand behind my desk. “We can make plans for another night in the coming week for you to drop by and we can check out a few other parts of the club.”

  Penny stood there, stunned and silent. I waited for her to say something but she was still too caught up in the moment and no words were coming to her.

  “You can see yourself out,” I said with a smile and a nod.

  It took her a moment, then her lips pressed into a thin line before she turned on her heels and left, slamming the door behind her.

  Chapter 8

  Penny

  “That dirty motherfucker,” I said as I stomped off to my bedroom once I’d arrived back at my apartment. The cab driver had been in the mood for a conversation and…just no. It wasn’t going to happen that night, not after Pete fucking Wilson had just dirty talked me to the point of being wetter than I had felt in years and then basically told me to go home, still sticky and shaking.

  I could feel the wet
ness soaking my panties as I rode home in the cab, wishing the driver would be quiet. Now that I was in my room on my own finally, I paced like a tiger in a cage, wondering what on earth I was going to do. I had decided in the moment that I would let him have it and I would enjoy my first hate fuck. It was going to be phenomenal. The food had been great and so were the drinks and when I went back to his office I had intended to mount him and ride him like there was no tomorrow.

  But no, that wasn’t what Pete’s plans were. I didn’t know what the hell kind of plans he had, beyond teasing me to the point of it being torture.

  I was about to hop in the shower and wash the feeling of the evening off of me when I saw my phone flashing. It was still on silent, but I picked it up and saw that it was Pete’s number. I hesitated, thinking for a moment that I should leave him hanging the way he left me, but I answered. Maybe I would give the guy a piece of my mind.

  “Hello,” I said tersely.

  “You must be really pissed at me,” he said, not worry about an introduction and getting right to the point.

  I didn’t say anything.

  “Good,” I could hear the smile on his face and it infuriated me. “Penny, this isn’t the way I typically operate. I wouldn’t usually admit how much I want a woman…but I want you. My cock is so hard right now it’s painful and it was all I could do not to take you there in my office. You know that, right? You know how fucking hot you are, how much you turn me on. If you don’t…well, that’s why I’m calling you. And because I want to see you again.”

  I gulped. Oh hell no, he wasn’t going to try to rope me into whatever this was he was doing. I was not going to be duped into going out on a date with this guy.

  “I don’t date interview subjects.”

  “You haven’t. But you’re going to.”

  I was silent, stewing. “Are you fucking serious? Why would I?”

  “Yes, I am. So I can show you what I’m all about. So I can show you what the club really is to the people who are members here. There is so much more for you to see in the alcoves, in the other rooms. I want to show you everything.”

  I was quiet for a moment, considering. Lauren had already made the plans that would go down the following evening. Ivan was going to be there and he had secured a spot in what was only being called an exclusive event for members. I didn’t know what kind of strings Lauren had ended up pulling, but she had somehow convinced management that Ivan, a guy with a regular membership at the place, had the funds and was ready to make a purchase at whatever this exclusive event was. I had seen Ivan before. He wasn’t exactly your typical member of Club V and I had a hard time believing anyone could be fooled into thinking he had the kind of money it would take to purchase a virgin, but he had at least gotten himself a ticket inside whatever this super-secret room was. And at the end of the night, we would know exactly what was going on in there.

  “Where would you like to meet?” I asked finally.

  “As boring as this is, I have to work tomorrow night. Would you mind meeting me here? There are lots of places where we can have our privacy.”

  “Fine. I’ll be there at seven.” I started to hang up, but Pete spoke up.

  “Wait…Penny, where is your audio recorder?”

  I reached for my clutch. “I have it here.” I had placed it back into my bag on my way out of the club.

  “When we get off the phone I want you to turn it on. I want you to listen to everything. I want you to take in the sounds of the club and all the conversation we had…and I want you to touch yourself. Rub your clit. I want you to think about me fucking you as you hear all the moans and background sounds going on. Because Penny…I am going to fuck you so hard.”

  Fuck me, I thought for what must have been the millionth time that day. Pete had been right. The recording was hot. It was the sort of thing I could sell online and probably make a lot of money with. There were moans and screams, people crying out all over the audio, while Pete and I carried on a conversation of our own that ebbed and flowed with heat and eroticism. Reliving the conversation through the audio took me right back and I stripped down out of my dress and panties and climbed into bed, sliding my fingers between my legs and feeling my slick slit.

  I texted Pete. You’ve got me so fucking wet.

  He texted back a few minutes later. I intend to do much worse.

  He might be the death of me, but I didn’t care. I was ready for him to take me like I had been all those years ago in the elevator. I wasn’t forgetting about what he had done to me, but I was choosing to let it be the thing that guided me toward my goal. Hate fucking. It had been too long since a man had gotten me off. I was going to get a great pounding from this guy and call it a day.

  I listened to the entire audio, bringing myself to orgasm several times before I finally got to the teasing end. My nipples were tingling, aching to be sucked and I pinched them hard to try and ease the need. I reached into my bedside table and pulled out my favorite dildo and plunged it into my pussy without any kind of buildup. I was too hot, I was too horny, and all I wanted was to feel the kind of fullness that a hard cock could give me. I cried out as the fingers on my other hand flicked against my clit, my body cresting in an orgasm that pulsed around the thickness of the dildo, thinking that the next time this happened it would be around Pete Wilson’s cock.

  “Okay, so you’re clear on the fact that we do not need any involvement from you on this particular part of our investigation,” Lauren said for the third time in half an hour.

  “I got it, I promise. I’m not going to get in there and mess anything up for Ivan.”

  “Just as long as you are clear that you need to keep the other guy distracted. By no means can we have him going into the auction room tonight. I think there will be too many questions if he ends up there. I’ve briefed Ivan myself and he’s talked to our other guy. He’ll be fine, but I think that your guy may have an eye for this and he’ll definitely notice that Ivan isn’t one of his regulars in the room. That alone would be enough to draw attention to him and we don’t want that.”

  “Don’t worry,” I said, trying not to let on too much. “I’ll keep him busy.”

  Lauren looked at me over her reading glasses. She was only 10 years older than me, but that look made me feel like my mother’s eyes were boring into me after I had stayed out too late one night.

  “Seriously, Lauren, you don’t have to worry about me. I can take care of myself. I’m going to leave Ivan to do his business and I’ll take care of mine and at the end of the night we’re going to meet back up here with you to debrief and go over everything that happened.”

  She nodded, considering what I was saying. “Okay, show me what you’re going to wear.”

  I rolled my eyes and went to my cubicle to get the garment bag I had brought to work. It contained the dress and shoes I would be wearing tonight and apparently, now Lauren wanted to give it her seal of approval before I went ahead with things.

  “Red, well, yes that will certainly get his attention. Here’s another thing I need to be clear about—I am absolutely not asking you to do anything you are uncomfortable with, understand?”

  I nodded. If she only knew what had happened so far. Lauren wasn’t above going to extremes to get the story, but she knew that if she pressed too hard here that she was no better than the men who ran Club V. Getting your employees to perform sexual favors in order to get things back from someone else wasn’t the sort of thing we traded at Expose magazine. Certainly, in the 50 year history of the magazine, someone had done something worse. There were always rumors about what people would do for a story, but not even I would go that far—not even with someone like Pete Wilson.

  “As long as you think you are ready,” Lauren concluded and let me go back to my desk. I hung the dress back up and settled in to get a few things done before I needed to get ready for the date at Club V. I still had a lot running through my mind.

  Sara had talked to me before I left for work that morning, as
king me if I was okay and just generally looking into my mental well-being. I took what she was saying to heart—what I was doing wasn’t easy. Not in the least. Engaging with someone who had traumatized me in my past was terrible and in many ways I was reopening a wound and rubbing salt in it, basically making myself vulnerable in front of Pete again and asking him to hurt me once more. I didn’t say anything to Sara about the idea of sleeping with Pete because I knew she would warn me off of it and she was probably wise. But there was something else, something far more primal going on here and I was getting too close to it to go back now.

  Whatever was going to happen between Pete and I was going to happen tonight and I didn’t care what kind of danger it might put my heart in. I was going to let my body enjoy the ride.

  I arrived at the club right at seven on the dot. I was buzzed in and now I was used to finding my way around the place, so I walked down the hallway to Pete’s office and knocked on the door.

  “Come in,” he called from inside. I pushed the door open and found the office dim. I had only been in there a couple times now and I didn’t really know my way around.

  “Pete?” I called. Then I felt his arm around my waist.

  “I want to show you something,” he said as he led me over to some screens on a wall.

  “What is this?” I asked, but it soon became clear that I was looking at security footage in high definition from all over the club. There were a dozen screens and each was lit up with a different location.

  Pete pulled me in close and breathed in the scent of my hair. “You smell amazing,” he said as he traced a finger from my shoulder all the way down the length of my arm and back up until he was cupping my breast. He let his hand rest there and switched up the locations on the screens so that each one was showing us people in the midst of some kind of sexual activity.