by Chase, Nikki
My cock stirs in my pants as I sit in my plush chair .
Here we go again. I’m going to go home with blue balls tonight. I don’t know why I keep doing this to myself .
The show unfolding on stage is good. It’s great. I don’t have any complaints about it. My dick obviously approves of it .
The problem is, I don’t know what to do with the lust that’s plaguing me right now .
It would be easy enough to find a girl who’ll slip away into one of the private rooms with me. I’ve gotten several offers, both from fellow members of The Succubus and from the waitresses, even though I haven’t even been actively looking .
There’s only one obstacle preventing me from doing just that. I can’t find anyone I want to take into a private room .
It’s not that the girls are unattractive. The Succubus isn’t only strict with its membership criteria, but also its employment criteria. At the very least, every girl who works here is conventionally attractive .
It’s not about what the girls are doing either. I find it hot that they’re often restrained with cuffs and chains, and I like the fact that they’re obedient and eager to please .
I’ll admit the ropes that bind their bodies light up my imagination with possibilities, but they’re not what I’m looking for .
Let’s face it, though, I’m probably never going to find what I’m looking for .
I used to come here every week for years until it started to interfere with my work. If I was ever going to find it, I would’ve found it then .
A loud crashing sound jars me back to reality .
I turn toward the aisle by my seat and catch sight of a girl crouching on the ground, picking up glasses and pieces of food that she’s dropped from her tray .
“Sorry,” she says in a loud whisper as she looks around at everyone who’s glaring at her because of the noise she made. “I’m so sorry .”
Then, our eyes lock .
It’s ridiculous, but I feel like time has stopped. It’s like in the movies when everything’s in slow motion and Ella James starts singing “At Last .”
She’s beautiful. The dark eyebrows over her big, expressive eyes are pulled together with worry. Her teeth stab her bottom lip, making me want to claim that mouth for myself .
She’s crouching by my chair as she picks up shards of glass with her delicate hands. She’s so close I can almost just grab her and ravish her .
“I’m sorry,” she says, restarting the clock with her voice .
I’ve never had that slow-motion moment in my life before, and this clumsy girl somehow does it for me? What just happened ?
“Who are you?” I blurt out .
“Huh?” she asks, tilting her head in the most adorable way .
I clear my throat. There’s no need to get nervous here .
This girl obviously works at The Succubus, which means she knows the rules. She’s broken a few of them already in less than one minute .
“Haven’t you been told how you’re supposed to address me?” I ask .
She freezes, realizing her mistake. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’m so sorry.” Looking around, she adds, “Would you mind not telling anybody about this? I could fix this before it becomes a problem . . . Sir .”
She must be new here. But even new employees must know they’re supposed to blend into the background. That definitely means they shouldn’t be telling customers what to do, especially when it involves hiding things from her employer .
This girl’s been bad .
And I’m itching to punish her .
“What’s your name?” I ask .
“Katie,” she answers .
I smile to myself in the dark. She really is new .
With a mask over the top half of my face, Katie won’t be able to recognize me if we run into each other outside the club. Sure, she may know my name, but she won’t know we’ve met .
If I see her in the real world, though, I’ll know exactly who she is. Unlike the other girls, she hasn’t even bothered coming up with a fake name .
This is either her very first night or she doesn’t talk much with the other girls—who usually have names like Candy, Cherry, or Chastity .
Katie is a nice name. A perfectly good name. But it’s not sensual or suggestive. It’s not the kind of name most people would pick as a sexy alias .
“Katie, huh?” I ask, still smiling .
“Um, yes.” She quickly adds, “I mean, yes, Sir. Can I please continue cleaning, Sir ?”
“No, leave it alone,” I tell her .
She stares at me, apprehension in her eyes. Jesus, those eyes. I can see everything she’s feeling, every single emotion .
She wants to say something, but she doesn’t know how I’m going to react, so she’s decided to wait and see, instead of digging a deeper hole for herself. Smart girl .
I get up from my chair, and her gaze follows me .
Good. I’ve got her attention .
“Come with me.” I hold out my hand .
“Uh . . .” Katie hesitates. “Can I clean this up first before we go, Sir ?”
“Are you saying you want me to help you hide your little accident from the club?” I cock an eyebrow .
“No,” Katie answers quickly. “I mean, no, Sir .”
She pauses, seemingly considering her options. When she meets my gaze, she’s made a decision, although I can tell she’s not completely comfortable with it .
She puts her hand on mine, and her soft skin sends a jolt of electricity through my system .
I stare at her, dumbfounded. Who’s this girl, and what did she just do to me ?
Katie
W hat just happened?
I stare at the man in shock .
Something just happened, right ?
The way he’s staring at me . . . It’s hard to tell because he’s wearing that mask, but I think he felt it, too .
“Let’s go,” he says as he pulls me up effortlessly. Obviously, he doesn’t want to talk about it .
“Where are we going?” I ask, taking one last glance at the mess I’m leaving on the floor .
Two cocktail glasses are on the ground, the liquid seeping into the red carpet. And two guests are going to have to wait a long time to get their drinks .
Kendra’s going to kill me. And then, I’m going to get fired .
But who cares? It’s not like I need the money from this job anyway .
“You need to learn to address me properly, Katie,” the masked man says. His big, strong hand is hot on my skin as he leads me down the aisle to the back of the hall .
I don’t need to learn anything because I’m getting fired soon anyway—because of him. Where does this guy get off, telling me what to do ?
Oh, god, I’m really not suited for this job. I’m not some obedient girl who can just sit still while a man walks all over me—there’s nothing that makes me angrier than a man who does that .
But this is a job, and I need to remember to follow the rules .
And I hate to admit it, but the man holding my hand right now . . . Even though I hate the way he’s been bossing me around, there's something about him. Tingles spread all over my body from the place where our hands touch .
“I’m sorry, Sir. Where are we going?” I ask as the man pulls me into a hallway .
He takes sure, confident steps with his long legs. He cuts a sharp figure in his slim, grey business suit. The back of his suit jacket pulls snugly across his broad back .
I see hints of powerful, muscular arms under his sleeves, which make me wonder what else is hiding underneath those clothes .
I may be able to get a better look if the lighting were better. But like the rest of the club, it’s dark in this hallway .
There are crystal chandeliers overhead, casting soft, warm light all over the walls and carpeted floor. Mirrors hang on the walls, as well as paintings of women being bound naked and men striking them with crops and whips .
Along with the cries and mo
ans from the women on stage, the atmosphere feels thick with sexual energy .
I can't ignore the throbbing in my core or the fact that the man holding my hand right now is the main cause .
“Sir, where are you taking me?” I ask again .
The man stops in his tracks and stalks toward me, forcing me to step backward until the heel of my shoe hits the wall .
“You need to learn to be silent when you're not being spoken to, Katie,” he says in a deep voice laced with danger. “Didn't the club tell you how to behave ?”
Oh, right. I may have zoned out a few times during Kendra’s briefing earlier .
“I’m sorry, Sir. This is my first night .”
“I know. I can tell.” He takes another step closer and leans down, leveling his gaze at me. He's so close I can see the wicked glint in his green eyes and the short stubble along his strong jawline. “For future reference, next time I see you here, you're going to stay silent until you're spoken to, understand ?”
I swallow. My heart pounds against my chest .
I should be angry. I should push him back and show him where to shove that attitude .
But I don't want to do any of those things, and not just because this is a job .
His gaze . . . It entraps me and hypnotizes me. The darkness in his eyes calls out to me. It sucks me in .
“Yes, Sir.” I find myself melting under his command .
“Good girl.” His voice sends a thrill down my spine. My chest expands, taking in his praise .
What's wrong with me? Why do I care what this stranger thinks about me ?
But for some reason, I crave that feeling again, that assurance that I’m doing good, that thrill of knowing he takes pleasure in me .
“Aren't you going to thank me for saying something nice to you, Katie?” he whispers in my ear .
“Thank you, Sir.” A gasp interrupts my voice when the mysterious man nibbles on my earlobe .
“You're welcome.” His breath tickles my neck. “Now, you were asking me about where I was taking you .”
“Yes, Sir .”
I gulp down my nervousness, grateful for the mint a girl gave me before I walked out into the big hall with my tray of drinks .
“Did you listen when they told you about the private rooms, Katie?” He leans his forehead against mine, our noses grazing against each other .
“Yes, Sir .”
The private room is where all the dirtiest, kinkiest things happen--behind closed doors where nobody can see .
Someone's true self comes out when they're anonymous; that's why Internet forums are filled with hatred and stupidity .
If this man takes me to a private room, there's no saying what he'll do to me. With the mask over his face, I don’t even know who he is .
Am I really ready for this ?
And am I seriously considering having sex with a man as part of a job ?
I mean, there's real attraction here. I’d still sleep with this man if we weren't waitress and customer .
At the same time, maybe there wouldn't be this level of attraction had we met outside, in the real world. The whole club has been designed to create exactly this kind of situations. The dark rooms, the hidden corners, the mystery . . .
The sound of the man’s palms landing on the wall behind me jerks me back to reality. He's caging me in .
“I see you have trouble listening,” he says. “I can help you fix that .”
Before I can protest, he grabs the hair at the base of my skull. It doesn't hurt or anything, but it suddenly seems pointless to resist. He wants to consume me, and I want to be consumed by him .
Pulling my hair to make me look up at him, he claims my mouth and gets me lost in the most intense, passionate kiss I've ever had. His lips, hot and firm, stokes the flame of arousal kindling within me .
Just when I want more from him, he pulls away. I lean into him for another kiss, but he holds me in place by the hair .
“I already know what your answer will be. But club rules say I need your explicit consent.” He smirks. “So, Katie, tell me, will you come with me to a private room ?”
“Yes, Sir,” I blurt out before I have a chance to overthink it .
“Good girl,” he says in a voice that makes my core clench in anticipation .
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Caine
“H ey! There’s a line here!” shouts a man somewhere behind me .
He sounds angry, but I don’t give a fuck. The Chief of Medicine himself said we’d always get the priority here, so that guy can go to another hospital if he wants .
I guarantee, though, that there’s no place in the world where everyone is treated equally. That’s just a hippie pipe dream .
Hey, I don’t make the rules. I just happen to be good at this game called life, and I’ll admit there were also quite a few lucky rolls of the dice .
So there are benefits to being a Foster. You can hardly blame a man for taking advantage of all the privileges he’s been given, especially at a time like this .
A young nurse behind the laminate counter fixes her green eyes on me like she’s ready to chew me out. “Sir, I’ll have to ask you to go back to the end of the — ”
“Listen,” I say calmly, cutting her off. “Maybe you’re new and you have no idea how things work around here, so I’m going to let that attitude slide. You’re going to do exactly as I say or you’re going to lose your job. Understand ?”
She looks bewildered, her pretty green eyes big as saucers. No doubt her training hasn’t prepared her for this. To her credit, she shuts up and gives me a small nod .
There’s a hint of defiance in the way she clenches her jaw. She’s indignant, but she doesn’t want to get fired. Smart girl .
Under normal circumstances, I’d crush every little sign of impudence in her. She looks exactly like the kind of girl I’d enjoy doing that to. But this is not the time .
“Daisy,” I say as I glance at the name tag on her chest. “Get someone who’s in charge and tell them Robert Foster needs immediate attention. Repeat the name for me so I know you understand me .”
“Robert Foster,” she says with a pair of furrowed brows over her angry eyes. She’s not happy about being treated like an imbecile, but I need to know she’s going to relay the correct message. My father needs immediate medical attention; who cares if her feelings get hurt ?
“Good girl. Now go,” I say .
I’d love to watch her walk away. The baby-blue scrubs she’s wearing don’t cling to her body, but I can just make out some little indications of the tantalizing curves underneath. I’m sure I could get a better idea if I took a better look .
I have more important things to do, though. I turn around to see the automatic glass doors of the main entrance part to let Pop into the lobby of St. Peter’s Hospital. Some guy from the office has managed to find a wheelchair for him .
Pop is clutching his chest. He looks like he’s in pain. His breaths are labored, his whole body covered in a layer of cold sweat .
Seeing him in that condition makes me want to shout at somebody to fix him right away, or at least give him something to get rid of the pain. The man seems weak; it just looks wrong .
“Mr. Foster?” A voice from behind the counter calls me. A man’s voice this time, alert and ready to jump into action. When I turn around, I see him already taking big strides around the counter to approach me .
Good. This is the kind of urgency I expect from one of the biggest recipients of our corporate charity program .
“My father needs help.” I put one hand on the back of the man in scrubs and lead him toward the wheelchair. I have no idea who he is, but he knows who we are and that’s all that matters .
He rushes toward Pop, a cou
ple of younger men in scrubs following behind him .
I watch from the sidelines as the men do what they do best. This is the best damn hospital in San Francisco, and this is exactly why we’re so generous toward them—for times like this .
I take deep breaths and follow the men down the hallway. Depressing fluorescent lighting and the smell of disinfectants fill my senses. My muscles slacken a little, knowing Pop is in good hands, even as my heart continues beating faster than usual .
I ball my hands into fists. If it weren’t for them , my father wouldn’t be in this condition .
Fucking cops .
Daisy
“A re you okay?” Katie touches my arm softly, but it’s enough to make me jump in surprise. She gives me a mischievous grin when I turn to look at her. “I love when I accidentally manage to prank you. I wasn’t even trying .”
I shoot her a dirty look. I’m not in the mood for any of her shenanigans today .
Don’t get me wrong, I love how fun Katie is. That’s why we hang out a lot since we were in nursing school together, and also why we decided to get an apartment together .
Turns out she sucks as a roommate; she’s messy, loud, and makes a habit of bringing home a carousel of men into her room—a different one every weekend .
But she’s my best friend, and my surrogate family. The only family I have, other than Jack .
“What happened? You look like you want to stab those potatoes to death.” Katie drops her plastic tray on the table and pulls out the chair across from me, the metal legs dragging noisily against the linoleum floor. She ignores the annoyed stares of other hospital workers around us in the cafeteria .
“An asshole happened,” I say curtly as I impale another piece of potato with my fork and put it in my mouth .
“Oh, that’s right. I heard you met Caine Foster .”
“Yeah.”
I’m not surprised Katie knows his name. Apparently, I’m the only person in the entire hospital who hadn’t heard about that guy. Caine Foster, everybody says, his name always mentioned in full and in a voice full of admiration .
