by C Renee
There is even a Juke Box in the corner at the back with a dance floor where people can get up and dance. I walk towards the back where the kitchen is when I spot Bob, the owner of this restaurant. He’s about 60 years old but he won’t tell people his age. His gray hair is fading and showing more bald patches. He has a beer gut that’s never quite covered with his shirt and his gray mustache is always combed neatly.
“Hey Bob, where would you like me to cover tonight?” I ask scanning the restaurant because as waitresses are given sections to cover so it doesn’t get too confusing for the newbies who are starting tonight since Michelle took leave to have her baby.
“You can cover the back left, thanks Louise.” Bob walks away to mop up a drink spillage.
I head into the back to collect my tray and put on my apron so my clothes don’t get that dirty.
After three years of being a waitress here, Matt decided that his brother needed to keep tabs on me so I don’t do a runner. This act is getting pretty old but I got used to Joey always occupying the back table.
I walk over to where Joey is sitting and stand right at the table’s edge.
“What will it be tonight, Joey?” I ask with the pen and paper in my hand ready to jot down his usual order; medium rare steak, chips, onion rings and a beer. Just as I figured he spouts off his usual and returns his attention back to his phone.
Joey doesn’t look like the type to hang around Matt with his curly brown hair and those black eyes that hide behind black glasses. His lip piercing is a bit of a distraction when talking to him. He wears the same clothes as the others but he always wears bright colored shirts. Like today he is wearing a purple shirt with his cut over the top with the Bloody Eagle logo and his nickname, Beast, embroidered next to it.
I smirk when my back’s to him, who would have seen that coming, ordering the same food over and over again. I walk back to the kitchen and place the order.
I can’t wait to get home after my eight-hour shift tonight and just curl up into a ball in bed and sleep into the late hours of tomorrow.
I roll over in bed to find Matt still here on a Saturday morning when normally he’s out riding with the boys or he’s off maintaining his appearance at his club. I find it horrific that he owns a strip club while he’s dating me, but he’s told me on numerous occasions that he doesn’t go there looking at the women but to have meetings with the boys about what tasks need to be discussed and to sort out problems that occur while he’s not around. I still don’t like it and have this sick feeling that he’s cheating on me, but there is no way of proving it.
He has a reputation to uphold and every one of those women wishes they were me. That’s a shame because they can have him.
He never tells me what really happens down there, and I’m too scared to go there and find out for myself.
While mulling over what Matt’s been up to, he rolls over and places an arm over my chest, turning to look at me from under his dark hair covering his eyes, just staring at me.
It’s that look that always causes tingles to travel down my body and forms a fire in the center of my belly. I have to press my thighs together from the building burning desire. I haven’t had an orgasm from Matt in a few days.
Matt pulls me closer while lifting up on his elbows so that I’m under him with each of his arms on either side of my head. He has his full weight resting on me. He takes his hand and gently strokes my cheek to my neck and back up again. He looks deep into my eyes, searching whether I’m going to let him kiss me. I smirk and I bring his face down to mine.
I open my mouth to let his tongue in and we start off slow, massaging our tongues together and then we both start to build up the pace. My desire awakens for wanting more of him. I deepen the kiss when I feel his erection pressing into my belly and a soft murmur leaves my lips. I’m shocked to have heard that sound coming from me. I haven’t felt desired by or wanted Matt in a long time.
Matt runs his hands along my breasts, feeling my nipples stand at attention under my bra. He gives them a little pinch with his thumb and finger while his other hand continues to run down the length of my ribs, down and over my hips until his hand has reached my sex.
He applies a little pressure to my clit over my undies and that gets me humming with need. I buck my hips up to let him know I want more of his tortured pleasure. He chuckles and gives me what I want the most. He moves my undies to the side and plunges two fingers into my moist folds and starts massaging my insides, building me up with pleasure. Before I know it, I can feel my muscles tense inside and my skin start to tingle.
He moves his thumb to rub my clit harder and faster to push me over the edge, all the while his kisses have turned carnal with need. He’s ready to take me over the edge with the right amount of pressure on my clit and his movements in and out of my light pink folds. I gasp when I feel myself going over the edge. I see stars and my body goes tense with my orgasm, Matt is helping me ride it out and I am so grateful he’s not leaving me hanging.
He shifts on the bed and has my clothes removed in record time as well as his own. Matt’s back on top of me, lowering himself into me, and at first it’s a tight burning feeling but once he’s fully in, my walls begin to stretch to let him in.
He starts to pull in and out, taking his time to build the pace.
He locks his eyes with mine and right then I can’t read what I see there. I used to see love and now I only see lust, but today it’s something completely different, something in this moment has shifted between us and I can’t put my finger on it.
Matt picks up the pace, he’s going harder and faster, and he grunts loudly when I squeeze my walls around his dick. I lose train of thought about what I thought I saw in his eyes a few seconds ago when he flips me over so that I’m lying on my stomach. He’s pulled out of me and gets off the bed.
“Don’t move Louise.” His voice is commanding so I don’t move.
I hear his footsteps on the carpet leading toward the chest of draws near our bedroom door. I hear the drawer open and close. I feel his weight back on the bed and he leans over to grab my arms from my sides and pulls them behind my back. I feel something rough go around my wrists. I can’t quite work out what it is as Matt’s breath is near my ear. “I thought I would try something different Sweetness,” he breathes.
I’m panicking, my adrenaline is kicking into survival mode and I’m not sure what to expect, we haven’t done anything like this before and I’m really worried how he will react with me.
“Matt what are you doing? I’m freaking out here.” I’m worrying and fearful. I don’t know what it is around my wrist.
“It’s just rope, nothing too rough to mark your wrists but it is something to give myself some control, I think you can handle that Sweetness.”
He’s moved me so my legs are spread as wide as they can go, my arms are bound with the rope behind my back and they are now resting on my ass. I try not to move as the pressure from the rope is too much. My face is on the pillow facing the wall and I start counting down the minutes until this is over.
After Matt is done I’ll need time to myself to mull this over and think about the sudden change in our relationship.
Matt has positioned himself at my entrance again; he starts rubbing the top of his dick along my seam, getting the head moist before thrusting it back into my folds.
He’s grabbed my tied writs in one hand, holding tight while the other grips my right hip. He doesn’t bother to wait for me to stretch before he’s going harder and faster than before. He pushes deeper inside me then he has ever before. I cry out in pain but he doesn’t stop.
All I hear are grunts, fuck yeah’s, and his heavy breathing. This is the first real moment that I start to realize I hate him. How dare he do this to me, I’m not some submissive whore he has at his club that he can fuck like this.
Then it hits me hard, he’s been cheating on me. Experimenting with those sluts at his club and he brought this shit home to see how I would react to thi
s play.
In this moment, I’ve finally made up my mind. By tomorrow, I will be leaving the life I never wanted but ended up living.
I let Matt have his way with me, I let him ride out his orgasm and I ignore him when he leans down to kiss my shoulder blade while untying my hands.
“I love you sweetness,” he murmurs.
I feel the bed shift when he gets off of it and then hear the bathroom door close.
I lay there thinking of the perfect plan of how I can leave tomorrow. It’s Sunday, so I’m hoping Matt will be at the club all day, sorting out the week then will come home with the boys.
It’s the perfect time to make my escape because no one will be keeping tabs on me.
I watch Matt leave for his afternoon ride and smirk to myself because that’s the last fuck he’ll be getting from me.
Chapter Two
Louise
IT’S SUNDAY MORNING AND I’m wide-awake, I look over at the clock and it reads 10 a.m. I know Matt is already at the club making arrangements with his boys to get ahead of this coming week. Matt has never told me anything about what happens there except that he’s the leader of a Motorcycle Club and he owns a strip club.
I start to sit up in bed when my wrists start to sting and hurt. I glance down and gasp, at the red lines from where the rope was placed last night. It looks bad, like I’ve been tortured. What will my work think? Will they even notice? Probably not.
I get out of bed, head for the bathroom and turn on the water on in the shower. I step out of my clothes and once I’m naked, I turn towards the mirror that’s above the bathroom sink and see myself staring back, but it doesn’t look like me. My face and skin are paler than usual, probably due to not being allowed to see the sun. ‘I may as well be a vampire,’ I chuckle to myself.
I look closer at my face and I notice dark bags under my eyes from the lack of sleep due to the frequent nightmares I’ve been having lately. These dreams are about Matt and me always being together, in different centuries, but the outcome is always the same, he kills me and laughs about it.
My gray eyes have lost that sparkle I’ve always admired about myself. I read somewhere that the eyes always tell the story of how you see the world and how the world sees you. I glance down at my body and I’m stunned at how skinny I’ve become, my curves are still there but my bones are starting to poke out of my skin. I eat healthy enough but I don’t eat enough food. It’s hard to when you’re not happy.
I hold back a sob, but when I look back at myself in the mirror, I can’t hold back anymore so I break down while I sink to the bathroom floor. The cold tiles are stinging my ass, and thoughts from last night come rushing back to when Matt was rough and how he tied me up.
I have decided that today is the day I am going to leave.
I’m lost at what the real world is like now, and if I don’t get off my ass now and make something of my life, I’m going to end up being this pathetic person I don’t ever want to be.
I finally showered and got dressed in my casual blue jeans and a black tank top. I don’t need to impress anyone, today I feel like myself, and I haven’t felt like that in a while.
I am walking past the kitchen bench when I see the note pad lying there. I step closer and look at the pad but I don’t see any writing. Strange, normally the note pad is in the draw. I look at it closer and make out the indent from what was written there. It reads a girl’s name, a time and place.
I recognize the address. It’s Matt’s club, Paradise.
What is he doing there meeting this woman who goes by the name of Candy? The time on the note reads seven p.m. I glance up at the clock and it’s 6:20 p.m. If I leave now I can make it to Paradise in time to find out why Matt’s meeting this woman and to finally see what Matt does for a living.
In the three years of dating him he’s never explained that side of him, and every time I’ve asked to come along and watch Matt work, or when I’ve asked about what he really does or even just to know what happens at the club, he never budges.
Matt and I were in the car driving down the main highway to get back to Matt’s place after our tenth date. On the way there, I got thinking about what Matt did for a living, and every time I tried to bring it up, he would change the topic and he would always give me this look and tell me to drop it. That night I was feeling brave enough so I kept asking until he caved.
We pulled up in his driveway and parked the car. He switched off the engine and we just sat there. I looked over at him for the millionth time. His soft complexion in the moonlight made him look younger than he was with the way his hair curled around his ears and his soft but prickly beard was starting to grow longer. Matt was staring out the front window, probably lost in thought. I grabbed the opportunity to ask him a few things.
“Hey Matt, can I ask you something?” My voice hitched on the last word, my nerves had gotten the better of me.
“Yes Sweetness, what’s going on?” He continued to stare in front of him and he didn’t notice my face going red.
“So, tonight was like our tenth date or whatever, but I still don’t know what you do for a living. I would really like to know, and if this is going somewhere; don’t you think I deserve to know?”
He turned in his seat to face me, his face was stern and I knew I’ve treaded on thin ice and I started to regret saying anything. Damn those balls, they couldn’t have left me alone.
“I suppose you’re right, you deserve to know at least something major about me. I own a strip club called Paradise. I meet my boys there everyday to discuss business, which I won’t discuss with you, ever. I think that’s all you need know about that subject, but listen carefully Louise; you are not to ever go to my club, not under any circumstances. Do you hear me?”
I stared into his eyes and nodded my head; I couldn’t find my voice to agree.
I’m startled at how that memory came floating to the surface. It makes hating him like second nature to me. I can’t stand to be around him anymore, but I know if he becomes sweet and loving towards me again, I will forget about my hatred towards him and fall back in love with him, but enough is enough, I need to see this club for myself.
I get into my car and bring my phone’s Google up so I can locate the address I found on the note pad, and once I’ve pressed start on the navigation app, it tells me that it’s only a 30 minute drive.
On the drive there I think about all the ways I can enter the club, do I just walk in and demand someone tell me what happens there? Do I rent a costume and pretend I’ve arrived at the wrong venue, or do I go as someone else?
They all are good options but I think I’m going to be someone else for the day. I make a quick stop at a clothing store and get what I need. The female’s restrooms are empty when I enter, I make a quick change of my clothes and once I’m satisfied of what I look like. I leave the restrooms and search out my car.
I get back in my car and drive the rest of the way until I’ve reached Paradise.
I round the bend of Chance Street and enter the parking lot to Paradise. It’s nearly seven p.m. so I better get myself ready to be someone else for the night.
I check myself in the sun visor mirror in the car and don’t recognize myself. It’s crazy what wigs and different make-up can do to a person.
I had put on a black wig that’s cut in a short bob covering my dark brown hair. My make-up is way over the top rather than my natural looking self. I’ve invested in a push-up bra for my breasts and this little skanky blue top that’s too tight to begin with, and my black skirt is so short that when I bend over a little I can feel the gush of wind between my folds while wearing a G-string. My black six-inch heels are a nightmare to walk in but they look to pretty not to wear them.
I smile to myself; no one will be able to resist me. If only I was home with the old Matt. He would know exactly what I wanted, and be on top of me.
I squeeze my thighs together to get some relief from the unexpected throbbing,
I inhale a dee
p breath and step out of the car. I’m hoping for the best but anything could go wrong.
I’m standing outside the club doors and I’m nervous as hell. I really want to go inside, but I also don’t want to because I could get caught.
I decide that if someone comes up to me and asks who I am, I’ll tell them I’m Suzie Palmer. I don’t have an ID on me as I was robbed.
I look up at the bouncers and show a little cleavage. They didn’t even bat an eye when they let me past. Luckily I didn’t need an ID after all.
I walk down a narrow hallway and the walls look like pillow cushions. They are red velvet with black buttons showing up every so often. There are a couple of 1930’s wall lamps and they look like vintage sconces in black. I’m not entirely sure I like the design in this place, it seems clique but in a sexy way.
At the end of the hallway there is a brown desk that seats two people, and sitting at the desk are two blonde bimbos texting on their phones. I don’t bother saying anything when I slip past them.
I continue to walk down the narrow corridor and it’s darker then the other hallway I’ve just come from. When I reach the end of this hallway, I see a doorway that leads into a huge room.
The room is dimly lit, with the same styled walls from the hallway; the floorboards are pinewood in a dark brown. I scan the room and spot a bar in the middle of the room in the shape of a circle, with four shelves of alcohol bottles stored on them. I spot three people working behind it and a couple of people sitting down drinking. Around the bar I spot four platforms that are elevated then the rest of the room, they all have one pole sticking out of each one. On those platforms are half naked girls dancing to the music being played in the background. There are small round tables with four chairs each around them and then booths line the back wall. I can see a hallway down near the booths that go further and what seems to lead into other rooms. On the right and left side of the walls opposite the booths are rows upon rows full of whips, floggers, belts, collars, blindfolds, nipple clamps, different size ropes and many more items that I don’t know of.
