by Sebastian Ex
“What’s going on?” I ask as I nurse my scotch.
“That fucking bitch said we sexually harassed her.”
“Who?” I ask trying to decipher ‘Angry Brandon’.
“Miriam. The one you pink-slipped.”
“What?” I ask, incredulous.
“She said she was being sexually harassed by both you and me. She went to a lawyer claiming we wanted to fuck her, offered her two thousand dollars, and when she refused we pink-slipped her.”
“That’s a load of shit.”
“I know that, and you know that. But she’s asking for a settlement of twenty thousand dollars.”
“For what?” Twenty grand? Is she serious? Money hungry bitch. Trying to screw us over when she doesn’t even deserve the five hundred I gave her.
“Jonathon said the complaint is we treated her poorly, grabbing her on the ass, making suggestive comments to her.”
“If that’s the case, then why did she keep working for us?”
“Hey, I just found out from our lawyer what’s happening. It’s bullshit. I know you don’t fuck the girls who work here, with the exception of your girlfriend, and I…well, I’m careful.” ‘My girlfriend’. I like that. It sounded right the moment he innocently said it.
I sit back in the booth, cross one leg over the other and pick up my scotch while I search the floor for Ella. This is a cluster fuck of a situation we’re in.
I spot Ella on the other side of the floor, clearing a table of its glasses and wiping it down. When she lifts her head, she sees me watching her. I gesture for her to come over to us. Ella picks up her tray and walks toward the VIP area. I put my hand in my pocket, and feel along the remote until I touch the ‘+’ symbol. That’s the beauty of Lelo, it’s all about the feel. The moment I press it twice, the remote tempo changes, which means the Hula beads inside her are vibrating to the same tempo.
Ella’s steps falter. Her mouth opens, her eyebrows arch, and her eyes widen. “What are you doing to her?” Brandon asks as he throws back his last drink.
“Making her crazy. Making sure her pussy’s wet and ready for me when we get home.”
“You’re a cruel man.” He chuckles and looks toward Ella.
I call her over with a crook of my finger. Slowly, Ella walks around the side to come into the VIP area.
“Matt,” she sighs as she comes in. Her eyes go to Brandon, her face flushes, and then she looks back to me.
“He knows,” I tell her, giving her full warning.
“Don’t be embarrassed, pet. Watching you walk over here, the way you stopped and the sexy gaze you gave Matthew, made you look totally breathtaking.” Smooth one, Brandon.
“Thank you,” she says lowering her eyes to the hands knitted in her lap as she sits beside me.
I put my arm around her shoulder, and kiss her temple. “He’s right, you do look breathtaking,” I whisper then nip her earlobe.
“Please, Sir, I’m desperate to come, but I don’t want everyone to watch,” she whispers back.
The moment Ella says the word ‘watch’ my brain automatically goes to the security cameras.
“You’re not coming here. You’ll have to wait until we get home.” I feel the remote and press the ‘-’ button until I feel it stop vibrating.
Ella lets out a huge sigh and slumps against me, grateful for the reprieve. “Thank you,” she whispers.
“I’ll give you fifteen minutes off from it, but then I’ll start it again.”
“I think you’re trying to kill me.”
“With desire.”
“A filthy desire,” she adds in a mumble.
“Off you go, and bring me a drink. Just a soda.” I spank her butt as she turns to leave. “I’ve got an idea,” I say to Brandon once Ella’s gone. I didn’t want to say anything with her here, because it’s not her job to worry. And from the way she’s been treated in the past, I wouldn’t put it past her to blame herself, although she’s wasn’t involved.
“What’s your idea?”
“The night I fired her, she was standing over at the bar flirting with Dylan, the bartender on duty. So I think I might come in early tomorrow and review the security footage, starting with that night and go backward to see if there’s anything else she did.”
“Get Christian to do it.” Christian is the member of our security team in charge of our control room and our electronic security system.
“I’ll go talk to him. If he finds anything, we can use that against her.”
“If he finds anything, then we’re pink slipping him too, because he should be watching out for shit like this,” Brandon grumbles.
“Brother, I agree. I’m out of here. I have a sub to take home and fuck.”
“Speaking of which, do you think she’d like to play with Penny and me?”
“She’s nowhere near ready to be shared, and truthfully, I don’t know if she ever will be.”
Brandon nods his head. “She’s yours, do with her what you think she needs.”
“I will.” But first order of business, I need to stop in and see Christian in the security room.
Ella’s lying face down on our bed. Her arms are outstretched above her head, her legs wide open. I haven’t restrained her, because tonight is about her accepting the pleasure pain can bring. But I also know her past, and recognize I’ll need to start out slow and introduce her to the flogger at a glacial pace before we work up to paddles, crops or especially a cane.
“Turn your head and open your eyes, my little kitten.” I sit beside her on the bed. She turns her head toward my voice and opens her eyes. “We’ve already gone over safe words, but I want to hear you say them once more.”
“Green is good, yellow is slow, and red is stop.” I’m so proud of her for fluidly saying it without even hesitating when she said ‘stop’.
“Good. Now I want you to see how this flogger looks in my hand.” I hold it up in front of her so she can see it. Her mouth opens, and I can tell already she’s beginning to struggle. But she must face her fear head on. If she keeps hiding from it, it will rule her for the rest of her life. She’ll never know or understand her body, which means she’ll never trust herself. And if she can’t trust herself, she’ll never trust me, or our relationship.
I run the thick bundle of suede strands over her shoulders and Ella closes her eyes when the leather skims across her skin. “It’s gentle, kitten. It won’t break the skin. It’s used to heighten sensations, to bring the blood to the surface so you’ll feel more.” I run the flogger all over her back, letting the tresses caress her.
“I like that,” she says in a quiet voice.
I stand beside the bed, encouraging her body to embrace the feel of the soft braids. I’m running it lightly all over her back, down to her butt, then all the way to the soles of her feet. I’m getting her accustomed to its touch, showing her the flogger is not something to be afraid of.
“Mmm.” Her simple whimper of pleasure tells me it’s time to step it up.
I lift the flogger and gently tap her ass with it. The tresses kiss her and make her want more. I repeat the action, and slide a finger into her pussy. I’d already taken out the Hula beads before she got on the bed. Her pussy is wet, and waiting to be used for her pleasure and mine. I take my finger out, lift the flogger and bring it down harder over the sexy valley of her lower back.
“Ohh.” Her breath hitches and she slightly squirms beneath the third blow of the flogger. I stop again and tease her pussy with two fingers. I take my time, coaxing her and encouraging her to relax. Ella grinds her hips against my hand, and I can’t help but smile at her eagerness.
Abruptly, I take my fingers out, bring the flogger up and strike her harder with it. I strike her once against her upper back, and once against her ass. She gasps, though not in pain, more like a desperate plea for me to fuck her. My fingers go straight into her again. She’s sopping wet, it’s trickling down onto the bed, and she’s almost ready to orgasm.
I stop an
d lift the flogger; twice more it comes down. Harder again, it slightly colors her scarred skin. The fine lines on her body are beautiful, now in stark relief against her reddened skin.
“Please,” she begs while trying to close her legs.
“What do you want?” My voice is low; I need to hear her say she wants to come. Then she’ll understand what we’re doing.
“I…I…need….” She stops talking.
I drop the flogger and bring my hand down on her ass, leaving a perfect impression of my handprint on her ass. I then finger her fine pussy. “Say it,” I command her. She needs to say it to fully understand.
“I…I…can’t.”
I bring my hand down harder on her ass. It’ll sting, but my fingers in her pussy immediately draw her away from the pain, and she’s being assaulted with the pleasure. Her body bucks off the bed, her hips gyrating to their own intense rhythm. I need to break her, so she can be rebuilt in trust that I only want her pleasure. Once more I spank her other butt cheek. My hand has left the most sensuous markings on her. “What do you need?” I ask, my voice rough now.
“To come! Please, let me come!” she gasps between panting for air.
As one hand comes down on her ass, I deftly move the other so my fingers go straight into her, scissoring. “Come, my little kitten.”
Her body violently arches from the bed. Her breathing is completely ragged as she tries to drag air into her lungs. Her orgasm rolls from physical into emotional. Ella turns and her eyes are leaking tears. I sweep her into my arms, kissing her and telling her how proud I am of her.
Her mind has been broken. Now it’s my job to rebuild her with trust and affection.
“I’m so proud of you.” I bring my finger under her chin and gently lift her face so I can plant a kiss on her pouty lips.
She’s perfect. Beautifully broken, and stunningly mine.
“Thank you,” she sobs. “I never knew it could be like that. You make me feel beautiful.”
“That’s because you were never treated properly. But you will be from now on. And kitten, you’re so much more than beautiful.” I cradle her in my arms. My hands trail up and down her skin, her body still buzzing and her mind must be attempting to make sense of it all. I kiss her temple, then her forehead.
“Thank you, Matthew. I love you.” She finally called me Matthew.
Eighteen
Brandon, Justin, and I are at the Onyx Club, looking over the plans Justin has drawn up for our expansion.
“This wall here can be mostly knocked down, but it’s load bearing. There’s not enough stability in the roof. We’ll need to leave at least three pillars.” Justin points out the areas where the pillars would have to be. “I’d be happier if there were five.”
“The pillars will cut off the view of the stage though,” I add looking at the layout.
“What if we change it around, make that area the VIP area?” Brandon asks.
“Impossible. It will have obstructed views,” I say, “unless we do something different. Why don’t we move the stage to the center? Give it more like a complete 360-degree view?”
“That won’t work either. How will the girls come on and off the stage?” Brandon and I talk this through, while Justin watches and takes notes of what we’re saying.
“We could raise it higher, so the girls come up stairs onto the stage, then at the end of their set they can take the steps to the side of the stage and mingle through the tables.”
“That’s an idea.” We both look to Justin.
“I have no idea about that, but that would keep the pillars from obstructing anyone’s view. What I will need to do is look at whether it would be feasible to dig below the stage and create a tunnel for the girls from the dressing room to the stage. Until now, the stage hasn’t entered into the expansion. But if you’re looking at doing something like what you just described, it’s going to cost more, not only in money but extra time.”
“What are we looking at money-wise?” Brandon asks. He’s the money man, always thinking about the cash.
“I can’t tell you until I draw up an estimate, but I’d say easily an extra forty, maybe fifty k.”
“Scrap the idea,” Brandon says turning to me.
“What idea?” I chuckle. “How about if we move the stage to this wall?” I point on the blue prints, “Then we can turn the current stage into the VIP area and the rest can be open. We can move the bar, split it into two. One here and one on the side of the VIP section.” I point out the areas I’m talking about.
Brandon nods his head, “I like it.”
“That can be done, and it’ll minimize disruption.”
“How long?” I ask.
“Three weeks, possibly four.”
“Mr. Weston?” Christian knocks on my door.
“Yes, come in.”
“Sir, I reviewed the footage.” He looks at me then at Justin.
“Brandon and I will talk about it and go from there,” I tell Justin. “Thanks for your help.”
“I’ll leave the blueprints so you two can make any changes.” Justin packs his laptop and notepad away. He leaves quietly and closes the door behind him.
“What have you got for us?” Brandon asks Christian.
“Here.” He hands Brandon a memory stick.
Opening my laptop I plug it into the USB port and wait for it to start.
“It’s taken me a few days, but I went over the three weeks she was working here and I found three things. First is here.” The memory stick is set to auto-play and starts playing the first video. It’s Miriam talking to Dylan while he’s busy. He leaves his till open and turns to his left to get a glass. Miriam strikes, quick as a snake, snatching money out of the till.
I pause the image, “Were we short that night?” I ask Brandon.
“Hang on.” He goes to his office and comes back with his laptop. “What’s the date stamp on it?” We find it, and Brandon checks it against the records for the night. “Yeah, Dylan was down twenty dollars in his till.”
“She stole twenty dollars? Maybe she was seeing if she could get away with it,” I muse. Brandon nods in agreement.
I hit play and we watch the next image of Miriam throwing back a drink then sneakily filling it with water and taking it to a table of intoxicated men she was serving. Smart, because they were so gone they wouldn’t have noticed. The third incident was her chatting up Dylan again. She tries to dip her hand into the till, but Dylan kept closing it before she had a chance to take anything. That, incidentally, was the night I fired her.
“I have to say, I’m pretty pissed off with you Christian. Your job is to check the feeds and make sure everything is running smoothly. I’m letting you go,” I say as I take my checkbook out to give him his severance pay.
“What? I didn’t do anything wrong!” He angrily slams his fists against the wall.
“Three incidents have occurred over a three-week period. How much more will I see if I review the tapes? And if I have to review the tapes, what is your purpose here? Obviously, you’re no longer needed.” I cut him a check, a sizeable one, and I hand it to him.
Brandon has already printed up an acceptance of severance pay agreement, and a waiver stating he will not contest his termination. It’s something we both agreed was needed after we got word of Miriam’s lawsuit against us.
“But I need this job,” he begs.
“Look at the figure on the check. It’s more than substantial, and will allow you the next two months to find other work. Now hand in your keys, read and sign the wavier and please leave.”
“I’m not signing anything without my lawyer,” he says defiantly.
“Then the check is void. Are you sure you want to bring a lawyer into this? You just brought us proof you’re not doing the job we employed you to do, on this USB stick. If you want to drag us into court then you’ll miss out on that check. And even if you get awarded more than we’ve given you here, which is highly doubtful, your lawyer will easily take twent
y or thirty percent. That’s not to mention the delay and extra work our lawyer could weigh yours down with. If you’re happy to wait twelve to eighteen months for your day in court, then tear up the check and leave. If not, take the check, sign the waiver, feed your family, maybe even go on a short vacation and find another job.”
Christian’s fuming. His face is red and his jaw is so tightly clenched I’m sure he’ll crack some teeth. But finally he takes his keys out of his pocket, slams them down on my table along with his ID tag. He picks up the check, looks at the figure on it and his eyebrows go up in surprise. “Where’s this fucked up release form you want me to sign?” Brandon pushes it along my desk toward him.
As soon as Christian’s signed the form, there’s a knock on my door. “Enter,” I yell through the palpable tension in the room.
Billy walks in, “Mr. Edwards, you said to come up to Mr. Weston’s office?” he says looking among the three of us.
“Christian no longer works here. Please escort him to the security room, ensure he has all his belongings, and see him off the premises. When you’re done, please come back up to see us,” I say giving him clear direction.
“Yes, sir,” Billy says with wide eyes.
“You’re probably next,” Christian says sourly.
Christian takes the check, offers us the universal sign for ‘fuck you’, then walks out of my office. Billy closes the door behind him.
“I’m not going to fire Dylan. It wasn’t like he was careless with the till. He took his eyes off it for a moment, she saw the opportunity, and swooped in to take the money. But I will give him a written warning to be more careful,” I say to Brandon.
“You promoting Billy, too?”
“Yeah, he’s a good kid. I’ll offer it to him and see if he wants it, and early next week I’ll advertise for another bouncer.”
“You know what you’re doing.” He claps a hand to my shoulder then walks around and sits in the chair. “What do you think about the club expansion design?”
“Hey, I haven’t seen you downstairs all night,” Ella says as she comes into my office.
