The Country Club: Ladies' Night (The One Percent Book 3)

by Tim Miller

  Her thoughts were interrupted when her door slid open. One of the guards stood there glaring at her, expressionless. He was a muscular black man wearing the brown BDU’s all the officers wore. The name “Benton” was over his right breast pocket.

  “Sophie. You got a visitor,” he said.

  “A visitor? Who?”

  “How the fuck would I know? Are you refusing your visit?”

  “No! No. I’m coming.” She had no idea who it could be, but she jumped off the cot, slid her shoes on, and followed Officer Benton down the cell block and through a set of doors. They went down a flight of stairs and through another set of doors into the visitation booth. There was a tall man in a suit standing on the other side of the glass. He had thick gray hair and wore a pair of wire rim glasses. The man nodded to her as they both sat at the same time.

  Sophie picked up the phone, trying to figure out who this guy was.

  “Who are you?” she asked.

  “Hi Sophie. I’m an admirer of your work.”

  “My work? What? Who the fuck are you? And what are you talking about?”

  “My name is Mr. White. I heard about what you did to the Country Club in Texas. I also know what you’ve been doing to their membership and infrastructure. You made quite a mess for them.”

  Sophie was speechless. No one believed anything she said about the Club. Even her own public defender didn’t want to hear it. If she’d so much as mention it, he’d shut her down entirely. They were doing everything to make her seem delusional. Yet this man somehow knew everything.

  “The Country Club? You know about it? Are you one of them? Those are the only assholes who have ever fucking talked about it. One congressman confessed everything before I cut his throat.”

  “No. I assure you I’m no part of the Club. I find the whole thing disgusting. I’m part of a small organization that has been trying to shut them down. As you can imagine it’s quite difficult. They are a wealthy and sneaky bunch. Somehow you managed to get under their skin. That’s why I’m here. I’d like you to work for us. I can get you out of here and we can get to work.”

  “Organization? What organization?”

  “Since you’ve been inside, the Club has expanded significantly. They are going to be much harder to stop. We have the resources, or are getting them so you can do what you need to do.”

  “That’s great. You never answered my question. And why did you let me sit here for two years? Had you got me out back then, we could have stopped them from expanding.”

  “Ours is a fairly new program. I can’t really explain it all right now.”

  “So why should I believe you? For all I know, you’re one of them.”

  “Why would they want to get you out?”

  “So they can kill me.”

  “No. No. That’s now how they work. You’re right where they want you. Locked up, helpless, and everyone thinks you’re a crazy conspiracy nut. So if you want to, you can stay here until you stand trial in four states and then wait to see which one you get executed at. Or, in a few days, I can arrange for your release and we can get you back to work.”

  “I need to think about it.” She wasn’t sure about this. If anything, it sounded too good to be true.

  “There isn’t anything to think about. You’re either in or you’re out. Which is it?”

  “Ok. Fine.” She hoped this wasn’t a mistake, but he was right. At least on the outside if they were shady, she’d have a fighting chance. Sitting in a jail cell she was slowly rotting away. “I’ll do it.”

  “Excellent. Go back to your cell and I’ll have you out in no time.”

  “Wait! What about Brett?”

  “Brett? He’s already joined us. My people are picking him up as we speak.” He hung up the phone, got up, and left the booth. She hung up and watched him through the glass, hoping she hadn’t just made a huge mistake.

  Chapter 4

  Lisa looked around from inside the cage. It was just large enough for her to sit up inside. The last thing she remembered was her car being rammed by a truck. She had no idea how long she’d been out, or the extent of her injuries. Her body ached all over, but nothing seemed to be broken. She had been stripped naked, and wherever she was, it was cold enough her skin had goosebumps. She pulled her knees to her chest, both to cover herself and to try and warm up.

  There were some other cages next to her. Right beside her was a naked man also in a cage. However, there was no sign of Dani.

  “Hey,” she said. The man didn’t look up. He sat there with his arms crossed looking at the ground. “Hey! Can you hear me?” she was trying to keep her voice down but kept it just above a whisper. Finally, the man looked up.

  “Yeah. I can hear you.”

  “I’m Lisa. Who are you? What’s your name?”

  “Paul. Paul Geary.”

  “Where are we? What the fuck is this?” Lisa was trying to stay calm and not panic. Waking up naked in a cage was unsettling, but she was still in shock from the accident and trying to take everything in before she went into full freak out mode.

  “I don’t know. I’ve been here a few days. Every so often they come and drag someone out of here. But they never come back. Then they sometimes bring in new people. I haven’t eaten since I got here. I don’t know what is happening. Guys in suits come and go. No one talks to us.”

  “What the fuck? What about my friend? Dani? Have you seen her?”

  “Who? No. At least not that I know of. You’re the only girl I’ve seen them bring in last few days. One has been here longer than me. I have no idea how they pick who goes when.”

  A door to the large room they were in opened and a young man wearing a suit and a crew cut stepped into the room. He walked along the row of cages looking at each one.

  “This guy is new,” Paul said. “Not sure what his deal is.”

  “Um, excuse me?” Lisa called out to the man. “Hello? Can you tell me what is going on? Where are we? Is this some kind of jail? Hello? What about my friend? Where is my friend?”

  “It’s pointless. They won’t speak to us. I think they killed the others. There’s no other explanation. How or why, I got no idea.”

  The suited man opened one of the cages on the end and dragged a man out who began screaming. He tried to struggle but the man in the suit zapped him with a cattle prod. Lisa watched as the man’s whole body went rigid, twitched and gyrated while the suited man tied his wrists with a set of zip ties and dragged him out of the room.

  “What the fuck?” she whispered.

  “I told ya.”

  She looked around the cage, reaching her fingers through trying to work the latch, but there was a padlock securing it shut.

  “It’s no use. I’ve tried everything,” Paul said.

  Panic finally began swelling up in Lisa. The reality of her predicament was setting in. This was no mistake and no jail. Someone had intentionally run them off the road and kidnapped them. No telling what they’d done to Dani. She didn’t even want to think about it. Part of her wanted to scream but that would be a waste of energy. Something told her she’d be needing all of her energy.

  After almost an hour, the door opened again and the suited man came back inside. This time he went right for Lisa’s cage. She scooted back as he unlocked the door and pulled it open, reaching in and grabbing her by the ankle. She tried to kick but his grip was too firm. Once he had her out of the cage, she continued to struggle but saw the cattle prod in his hand, so thought better of it.

  “What are you doing? Where are you taking me?”

  The man finally spoke as he struggled with her.

  “Stop fighting me, or I’ll zap you with this thing. One way or another you’ll be coming with me.”

  She held still as he tied her wrists and pulled her to her feet. He walked her out of the room and down a long hallway.

  “Where are we going? What’s going on?”

  “Shut up,” he said.

  “Seriously? What the fuck is
this place?”

  “Trust me. You’re better off not knowing. Now be quiet or I’ll zap you.”

  She shut up as they went into another large hall. This one beautifully decorated. It looked like the inside of a mansion or deluxe hotel, except all the doors were heavy steel. They got to a door at the end of the hall where the man pushed a button and a buzzer sounded as the door popped open. When she saw the inside of the room, Lisa stopped and screamed.

  There was a set of iron shackles hanging from the ceiling and a table filled with various tools and torture devices. This was some kind of torture chamber. She tried to pull away from the man to run, but before she could move, he pressed the cattle prod to her side and sent a jolt of electricity through her body. Her legs gave out, and she toppled to the floor.

  As she lay there helpless, the man cut the ties from her wrists, dragged her to the center of the room, lifted her up, and placed each of her wrists into the shackles. After a few moments, the feeling came back into her legs as the man stepped out of the room. Lisa wondered what was about to happen to her. She hoped if they were going to kill her they’d do it quickly. By the looks of the objects on the table, however, that wasn’t likely.

  The door buzzed open once again and a young black woman entered the room. She was wearing a red leather body suit and her long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She looked Lisa up and down, smiled and licked her lips.

  “Well, hello. You’re probably wondering what is going on,” The woman said. “I’m Ivy. And for the last few hours of your life, you are mine.” Ivy ran a finger along Lisa’s chest as she spoke. “And, I’m afraid, it is all going to hurt like hell.”

  Chapter 5

  Three days later, Sophie learned Mr. White was a man of his word. She was sitting on her cot reading a magazine when Officer Benton once again stepped inside her cell.

  “Let’s go, Sophie. Charges have been dropped,” he said.

  “Say what?”

  “That’s what I said. I don’t know what strings you pulled or what friends you got, but you’re out.”

  “What about the other jurisdictions?”

  “Them too. You have no charges and no outstanding warrants. If you want to stay, I’m sure I could arrange it.”

  “No. No.” she said as she jumped to her feet. “I’m fine. Let’s go.”

  She followed Benton into the booking area. He handed her a bag containing her clothing and personal property and showed her to the bathroom. She changed her clothes and came back out. Sophie hadn’t had much property on her when she’d been arrested. Just the clothes on her back, about ten dollars in cash, and her gun, which obviously had been seized.

  Another officer had her sign some papers and walked her out to the front lobby. She still couldn’t figure out what exactly had happened or how Mr. White had pulled it off, but she wasn’t about to question it. Once outside, she looked around and shrugged her shoulders.

  “Ok. So now what?” she said to no one in particular. As if on cue, a black sedan pulled up as the passenger window rolled down. Another man in a suit was behind the wheel, leaning to the window.

  “Sophie, get in,” he said.

  “Who the fuck are you?”

  “Mr. White sent me. Now get in.”

  She got in the car and they drove off. The ride was quiet, despite her attempts to get answers.

  “So where are we going?” she asked but the man didn’t respond. “How did the charges get dropped? What is this organization?”

  “Look,” he said. “I’m not authorized to discuss any of that. Talk to Mr. White. He can tell you whatever he thinks you need to know. In the meantime, I’m just a driver.”

  “Fine. You got a name, driver?”

  “Kyle. You can call me Kyle, but we’re almost there.”

  They pulled up to a large building as Kyle drove them down a ramp and into a parking garage. He parked in a space and they climbed out. She followed him to an elevator they took up to the tenth floor. When they stepped off, the entire floor looked dark and empty. There were a few lights but most of it was open space. Kyle walked her to a single office at the far end where Mr. White was waiting.

  His office was fully finished and decorated. He sat behind an oak desk that even had a name plate on top that said “Mr. White.” The floor was covered with tan carpet and two wooden chairs were just across from the desk.

  “Sophie! Glad you made it out,” Mr. White said. “Please, have a seat. I apologize for the strange meeting place. I move around a lot for security purposes. We don’t exactly have a headquarters.”

  She looked at Kyle who nodded before stepping back out. Sophie sat down in one of the chairs and looked up at Mr. White.

  “So, you got me out after all. I’m impressed.”

  “It wasn’t easy. Believe me. You’ve pissed more than a few people off.”

  “So I’ve heard. How did you do it?”

  “One of my computer guys. He hacked into a few systems and deleted your charges. They’ll be reinstated soon but you’re with us now. They won’t be able to touch you. We will give you a new identity. Soon the authorities will think you’re dead, which will give you freedom of movement.”

  “Think I’m dead? How?”

  “Let’s just say we found someone who looks enough like you. We’ve digitally transplanted your DNA onto her and she’ll be found in the next few days in a burned up automobile. When they run dental records and DNA tests everything will look like it’s you.”

  “You what? You killed some girl who looks like me just to give me a new identity?”

  “Did I say that? I said we found someone. She was already dead. It was just a matter of switching some things up. Nothing my technicians couldn’t handle. They are quite skilled.”

  “Sounds like it. So why do you need me?”

  “Because, you know your way around these places; you’ve been inside one. You know what goes on. And you’re not afraid of them. I could hire former special forces guys, but they wouldn’t have your intel on how these clubs operate. Plus, those boys are quite expensive.”

  “What is your connection to all this? I mean, I was one of their victims. They killed my friends. So yeah, I want to kill every last one of these cocksuckers. What’s your story?”

  “That will have to wait for another time. I will tell you this, as long as you work for us, money will not be an issue for you. You’ll have all of our resources at your disposal. We need you for one specific situation.”

  “What situation is this?”

  “You blew up the club in Texas. As I told you, since you’ve been in jail they’ve expanded. They’ve built several new clubs plus added this horrid internet service on the dark web.”

  “What kind of internet service?”

  “You heard about the school shooting in Indiana last year?”

  “Yeah, it was all over the news. Some dorky guy went in and shot up a bunch of kids.”

  “No. They made it look that way. That was the Suicide Hotline. But, they are a problem for another time. For now, they’ve rebuilt in Texas. Except, this time The Club is a few hours from Dallas, and it’s nearly a fortress. Large concrete walls, motion sensors, and all kinds of other trappings.”

  “Fuck. You should have gotten me out sooner.”

  “Well, what can I tell you? Some things take time to come together.”

  “So what am I supposed to do with this place? Drive a truck full of explosives into the main gate?”

  “That’s actually our backup plan. No, this club is different. It’s ladies only. Rich, powerful women.”

  “Wow. Ok.”

  “So you are going to become a member.”

  Chapter 6

  Ivy walked around Lisa looking her up and down. Lisa couldn’t tell if she was just fucking with her or actually planned on hurting her. She’d been pacing in circles for almost an hour. What she didn’t know was this was part of her game. Ivy reached up and ran her hands along Lisa’s breasts, leaned in and
kissed her, running her tongue along Lisa’s nipple.

  Lisa wasn’t bisexual but the touch felt good. Ivy had a gentle touch. Lisa wasn’t sure how to react. Maybe she was only into some kinky bondage and not actually hurting her. Lisa wasn’t sure how to react to Ivy sucking on her nipple. It felt good but she didn’t want it to. Goosebumps formed on her skin as Ivy licked and sucked while running her fingertips down Lisa’s stomach and slid one finger between her legs.

  Lisa twitched as Ivy began massaging her clitoris. She closed her eyes, trying to fight it, but juices began flowing as the pleasure overcame her. She rolled her head back, trying to think of something else as her body trembled while Ivy picked up her pace, working her clit faster and faster. Lisa’s eyes rolled back in her head as the climax came hard and quickly, sweeping over her body. She shook as beads of sweat ran down her face.

  With her eyes closed as she felt the throes of orgasm, she didn’t notice Ivy grabbing a meat cleaver from the table. She did notice it when Ivy hacked into her forearm sending her from extreme pleasure to ridiculous pain in a split second. Her eyes shot open as she screamed looking at her left arm. The cleaver’s blade was lodged in her bone, just above her wrist as Ivy held her arm at the bicep.

  Ivy took another swing and another, hacking through the flesh and bone as blood spurted as Ivy hacked away until it was just hanging but a thread of skin. She ripped the arm away from the remaining piece of flesh, which hurt at least as much as the rest of the chopping had. Ivy then grabbed a rag from the table and tied it around the severed stump in a tourniquet, which didn’t stop the bleeding but slowed it to a steady drip.

  The severed hand hung there in the shackle as Lisa’s stump hung freely, not that it helped her. Tears ran down Lisa’s face as she watched Ivy pull the severed hand from the shackle and look at it. Ivy walked directly in front of her and reached down the front of her leather suit. For the first time, Lisa noticed a zipper over Ivy’s crotch. Ivy pulled the zipper from the front to back, opening up the crotch to reveal her glistening pussy. Ivy took Lisa’s severed hand and inserted one of the fingers into her wetness. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she teased herself, then removed the hand, and held it up to Lisa’s mouth.