“What’s this?”
“A pool.”
“I see that, but why?”
“Want to go swimming?”
“I don’t have a swim...” I started and then stopped. “I guess that’s why the bikinis are there.”
“Shall we swim?”
“I don’t want to wear a bikini that someone else has worn.”
“You don’t have to.” He grinned as he pulled off his shirt and threw it on the ground.
I stared at his naked chest and swallowed hard. Shit, he was hot. There was a light spattering of hair on his pecks, and I ran my fingers through it. It felt so soft. I ran my fingers across it again and then I lightly squeezed his nipples. Greyson stilled as I touched him, and I looked up to see a small smile on his face.
“About that swim...” He chuckled and nodded towards the pool.
“I don’t want to wear a used bikini.”
“As I said before, you don’t have to.”
“Do you have a new one for me?”
“No.” He winked at me, and I watched as he took his shoes off, discarded his socks, and then unzipped his pants.
I swallowed hard as he pulled his pants and briefs off in one swoop. His cock stood to attention and he stretched in front of me. His muscles rippled and I stared at his body, barely able to think about anything other than how sexy he was. I watched as he walked away from me and then dived into the pool and started doing laps. I stared at his clothes on the ground and laughed.
“Meg, you’re so slow,” I whispered to myself as I realized what he had been saying. There was no bikini for me to wear. He wanted me to go skinny-dipping with him. I walked into the room and watched as he swam.
“Are you coming in?”
“No.” I shook my head as I stood at the side of the pool.
“That’s a shame.” He started swimming again and I watched his body make its way through the water. He swam gracefully, barely making a ripple.
I stood there, unsure about what I should do. I really wanted to pull my clothes off and join him, but all I could think about was Nancy’s journal entry about the pool. I bit my lip as I stared at Greyson while he swam. I wanted to join him, but a part of me was scared.
Then I heard a noise and I turned to look in the test room quickly. My body froze as I saw a glimpse of a body moving in the room. I walked back to the room as quietly as I could, but it was empty.
“What’s wrong?” Greyson’s voice made me jump as I realized that he had gotten out of the pool and was now behind me.
“Nothing.” I shook my head and gasped as he pulled me back toward his naked, wet body.
“Join me in the pool, Meg,” he whispered in my ear urgently as I felt his hands reach up to my breasts. “Please.” His hard cock pushed against my butt and I swallowed as his breath teased my ear.
I stood there with my back to him and closed my eyes. What was going on here? If I didn’t find out soon, I knew I was going to go crazy.
Chapter 4
Greyson
20 Years Ago
“I got the keys.” I dangled them in front of Brandon’s face. “We’re doing this, bitches.”
“Your dad gave you the money?” Brandon looked surprised but excited.
“I threatened to tell everyone about the women he keeps.” I shrugged. “He doesn’t want people to know he’s not the grieving widower.”
“He’s got more than one now?”
“One in the basement. One in an apartment in Harlem.”
“Oh.”
“Who cares? We’ll just call it a graduation gift.”
“Yeah. How much did he give you?”
“Ten million.”
“He really didn’t want that news out, huh?”
“What are you talking about? He’s just proud that his only son graduated magna cum laude from Harvard.” I stared at him. “And it didn’t hurt that I had photos of his dungeon—whips and all.”
Brandon’s eyes widened. “Shit.”
“More like fuck yeah. We can have a dungeon at the club.”
“What do we need a dungeon for?”
“Kinky sex. Do I have to spell it out?”
“I don’t know.” Brandon frowned.
“You don’t have to partake.”
“Well, I’m not saying no.” He laughed.
“Fucker.” I walked into the kitchen of the apartment we shared. “Want a beer?”
“Nah,” he called back. “So when can I see the building?”
“We can go now if you want.” I grinned excitedly, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I was excited to see that my vision was finally coming true.
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
“Be warned, it’s not fixed up yet.”
“Oh shit, it’s a hell hole?”
“It’s epic, dude. It’s huge. It’s perfect. It just needs some TLC.”
“You mean money?” Brandon rolled his eyes.
“That would help.”
“I guess I need to contribute.”
“That would help.” I grinned.
“You know my dad expects me to work at his company.”
“That’s fine. I’ll run the day-to-day at the club.”
“I can get my hands on five million pretty easily.” Brandon looked at me questioningly. “That enough?”
“That’ll do to start.” I nodded. “Let’s go. We can take a cab.”
“Shit. I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“I’ve got some girls coming tomorrow.”
“For what?”
“To get the party started.” I grinned.
“You’re bad,” he laughed.
“Hey, bad is better than fucked up. Which is what most women call me.” I chuckled, feeling high on life.
“They don’t even know what fucked up is.” Brandon rolled his eyes as we made our way to the street corner. “You don’t promise them shit.”
“Exactly. That’s why I don’t feel bad. What you see is what you get.”
“No promises and no lies.”
“Exactly. It’s not my fault if some dumbass girl wants to fool herself into thinking it’s about anything more than sex.”
“That’s why we run the world. We think with our brains and fuck with our heads.” Brandon laughed and I groaned.
“Is the protégée trying to outdo his master with these comments?” I laughed and stared at my friend as we got into the cab.
“Wait until the girls start at the club before you ask anyone to call you master.” Brandon punched me in the shoulder. “Or I’ll have to take you out.”
“You’ll take me out?” I raised an eyebrow at him and flexed my biceps. “Don’t let my handsome good looks fool you, bro.”
“Shut up. What’s going on tomorrow with the girls? You need some help?”
“Thought your dad wanted you to start tomorrow?”
“I can always make time for hotties.”
“That’s my job done, folks. I’ve corrupted him.” I chuckled and sat back in the cab.
I tried to ignore the guilt in my heart. I wasn’t really proud that I had dragged my best friend to the dark side with me. A part of me wished that he had been able to take me to his side back when we were in high school. But it seemed that evil always won out. Back in the day, it had been me and him arguing over how to treat women, and now there was no arguing. We were both dogs.
***
“How did the interviews go?” Brandon turned up in his suit, looking very much like a young businessman.
“Eh, nothing special.” I shrugged. “None of the girls were acceptable.”
“I met some guys in the office. Some guys from Yale and Brown. They’re looking for a new place to relax in the evenings. I told them I might know of a place.”
“Oh yeah?” I sat back. “What did they say?”
“’How much?’” Brandon laughed. “We haven’t spoken about the fees yet.”
“I’m thinking $100,000 a year,” I said strai
ght-faced.
Brandon shook his head. “There’s clubs in Miami that charge $100,000.”
“$250,000 then.”
“That’s better.” Brandon smiled.
“Then we need high-quality girls.”
“We need high-quality everything.” He nodded. “How much do we have left?”
“About two and half million,” I sighed. “The structural issues were worse than I thought.”
“I can get more. What about you?”
I shook my head. “My trust fund doesn’t pay out for three more years.”
“How much more do you think we need?”
“Another ten million.”
“I’ll do a transfer tomorrow.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure. What are friends for?”
“That’s why I chose you as my partner.” I grinned and he laughed.
“Uh huh.”
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” I looked at him. “We’re really doing this, Brandon.”
“I never had any doubt.”
“Really?”
“Anything you put your mind to, you do.”
“Thanks.”
“It’s not a compliment.” Brandon looked at me with a sad face. “Are we doing the right thing?”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. It’s exciting, but I can’t explain it. It just seems off. Like we’re doing something bad.”
“We’re providing a service.”
“I know, but who are these women?”
“We’re not providing escorts.” I frowned. “Or prostitutes.”
“But we’re not saying no to sex.”
“They’re adults. They can do what they want.”
“What about the dungeons and the rooms?”
“What about them?”
“What if someone gets hurt?”
“We won’t let anyone get hurt.”
“If you’re sure.” Brandon didn’t look convinced. “I don’t want to—”
“Look, Brandon, these women want it just as badly as we do. They might lie and say it’s about love, but it’s not. It’s about them getting fucked hard and good. It’s about them getting money. It’s about them thinking they’re getting something. They don’t give two shits.”
“I don’t know.” Brandon frowned. “What about love?”
“Love?” I laughed. “What’s love? Some emotion that twists your head and your heart? What is this, Brandon? You’re not going all Ward Cleaver on me, are you? You’re not telling me you want 2.4 children and a fucking house on Long Island?”
“That’s not what I’m saying. I’m just saying that—”
A soft voice interrupted. “Hi, excuse me.” I looked up. A sweet, demure-looking girl stepped into the room. “Sorry, I’m here for the interview. I’m not late, am I?”
“No, not late at all.” I smiled at her and winked at Brandon. Now, this was what I was talking about. She was fresh-faced and sweet, with the right amount of sex appeal.
“Great.” She looked back and forth between me and Brandon. “I had trouble finding the place.”
“No worries. We’re new.”
“I know.” She nodded.
“Okay, so what experience do you have?”
“Depends on what the job is.” She grinned at me and I laughed.
“The job depends on your skills.”
“I’ve got plenty of skills. Typing, dictation, dancing...” She did a pirouette and grinned again.
“What about lap dancing?” Brandon spoke up and I frowned.
“Brandon, have some class.” I shook my head at him and then looked back at the girl. “Sorry about that. My business partner is new to this.”
“No worries.” She smiled at me and leaned forward. “But if you want to know, I can give one heck of a lap dance.”
“Oh yeah?” I sat back and grinned. “That doesn’t hurt.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty flexible.” She ran her hands through her hair. “Or so I’ve been told.”
“You can show me if you want.” Brandon sat down on one of the chairs. “Show me what you’re working with.”
“Brandon, no. Just no.” I shook my head at him again. “Sorry about that.” I smiled at the girl sweetly, hoping she didn’t realize that I was the real wolf in the room.
“Don’t worry about it.” She winked at me.
“You’re hired.” I leaned forward and shook her head. “Welcome to the private club.”
***
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She looked behind at me as I fucked her from behind.
“Don’t feel bad. Many women can’t resist me.”
“I never have sex on the first date though.” She giggled and then screamed as I increased my pace and squeezed her breasts.
“This isn’t a date,” I grunted as I slid in and out of her.
“Oh, but—”
“Shut up for a second please.” I grabbed her hips and held her back as I increased my pace again. “Fuck yeah, I’m about to come.” I closed my eyes as I felt my load about to blow.
“Me too,” she moaned, and I felt her start to twist her hips on my cock.
“Oh yeah,” I groaned. The movement of her hips did it and I felt myself coming. I pulled out of her quickly, peeled the cum-filled condom off, and jumped up.
“Oh.” She looked up at me with a disappointed glance. I knew she hadn’t orgasmed, but I didn’t care. She was no one to me. And she was a fool if she thought this meant anything. I’d only known her for an hour. Just because I’d hired her didn’t mean anything.
“You can take care of it if you want.” I shrugged as I zipped my pants up. “Brandon won’t be back for another fifteen minutes.”
“What?” She looked up at me in confusion.
“Use your fingers.” I looked down at her and tried not to roll my eyes at her stupidity. “Get yourself off.”
“Oh, I can’t...” She blushed.
“Think of it as an audition.” I grinned. “Some of our patrons may ask you to do this. Let’s see if you can.” I stood there looking down at her, waiting to see what she was going to do.
“Okay.” She nodded, lay flat on her back, and closed her eyes. I watched as her fingers worked their way between her legs and she started rubbing her clit. She moaned, and I knew the exact moment that she got into it. Her legs were trembling and her fingers started moving quickly.
“That’s it, Patsy,” I spoke softly. “Make yourself come.” I watched as she rolled around the floor for a few more seconds before I took out my phone and left the room so I could go to check my messages.
Chapter 5
Meg
Present Day
“I think I saw someone in the room,” I whispered back to Greyson as he ground his cock against me. The water from his wet body was soaking into my clothes and I was starting to feel sticky.
“Are you sure?” He nibbled on my ear.
“Yes.” I nodded. “I’m pretty sure there was someone in the room.”
“Maybe it was one of the cleaning ladies?” He pulled me around to face him. His eyes grew concerned as he took in my face. “Are you okay, Meg?”
“It just gave me a fright. Seeing someone in there.”
“No one will do anything to you. I’m here.”
“Yeah.” I looked up at him and smiled weakly. “I guess you’re going to take care of me.”
“Of course.” He leaned down and kissed my nose. “As soon as you take care of me.”
“All you think about is sex.”
“I wasn’t talking about sex.” He pulled back from me then and his expression changed. “Do you want to swim?”
“Why not.” I stood on tiptoes and kissed him. “Why the hell not!”
“You always surprise me, Meg.”
“Why’s that?”
“You’re different,” he said and then groaned. “And I couldn’t have used a more cliché expression.”
“Ho
w am I different?”
“You didn’t jump into the pool as soon as you saw me take off my clothes.”
“Are you really that vain?” I laughed.
“Yes.” He grinned back at me and then grabbed my hand. “And yes, I’m really hard right now as well.” I felt my hand against his hardness and I squeezed instinctively. He groaned as my fingers rubbed off the drops of water. “Oh, Meg.”
“Why do you always make me touch your...” I paused.
“My what?”
“You know?”
“No.” He chucked. “My nose?”
“Yeah, you always make me touch your nose.” I rolled my eyes.
“Ask a silly question, be told a silly answer.”
“Are you calling me silly?” I giggled.
“Would I do such a thing?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s go swim.”
“I’ll race you.” I pulled away from him and ran to the pool. I pulled off items of clothing as I ran—well mainly my top. I tried to pull the rest off, but it was too hard to do as I was running. I groaned inside at my major fail at seductive disrobing.
Greyson caught up with me at the side of the pool and laughed. “What was that?”
I tried not to stare at his body as he was making my heart palpitate. He was too sexy for his own good. It was like Michelangelo had carved his body out of stone. It was so perfect. I couldn’t resist myself and reached over and ran my fingers down his washboard abs and shivered. Greyson stared at me and gave me a small smile.
“No one’s touched me so reverently before.”
“I don’t know why not.” I smiled back at him weakly. “You’re perfect.”
“We both know that’s not true.”
“Well, your body is pretty darn perfect.”
“I wish I were perfect in other ways.” He looked at me wistfully. “I’ve never wished for a different life before now. My philosophy is life gives us what we can take and we have to make the best of it. But somehow with you, I wish it had been different. Maybe if my life had been different from the beginning, I’d be a different man now. A better man.”
“Why do you wish you were a better man?” I asked with my heart in my throat.
“Probably for the same reason you wish I were a better man,” he answered astutely.
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