by J. S. Cooper
I then checked out the other two guys. They both looked like boys trying to play men. They were both about my age and had average builds. One of the guys had really bad acne and his eyes looked cold. He looked like the sort of guy that would make you shiver in fear if you saw him on a dark night. I wasn't sure if he was Frank or Bruno, but I knew that I didn't want to spend any one-on-one time with him.
"Any questions?" David continued, and I realized that I had spaced out.
"When are we going to learn what our job descriptions are?" Nancy spoke, and I looked at her in surprise. I hadn’t thought that she’d wanted to draw any attention to herself.
"Not until you pass the first three days," Patsy answered, and I looked around to see if Greyson had come back with her.
"When can we call our friends and family?" another girl asked, and Patsy gave her a hard look.
"So today, you girls will cycle through ten different rooms. Each of you will go in one room at a time. Each room will be testing you for a particular quality or skill. You have to complete the assignment in each room to the best of your ability."
"Oh shit, this isn't going to be some written exam, is it?" Elizabeth moaned. "I'm taking a break from college to get away from that shit."
"Such a vocabulary for a Dartmouth girl." The words were out of my mouth before I could stop myself.
"Did you say something, Grandma?" she shot back at me, and all the other girls, except Nancy, started laughing.
"I’d rather be a grandma than a bimbo," I muttered under my breath, and Nancy squeezed my arm.
"Ladies, let's stop with the name-calling." Patsy sighed. "We are all friends here."
"Until someone becomes more popular," Nancy muttered to herself, and once again I realized that she wasn't as clueless as she had made herself to be yesterday.
***
The first room I entered was bare aside from a black leather couch and a small side table. I looked around, wondering what I was supposed to do. There was no paper, and I couldn’t see any guidebooks. I stood by the door for a few minutes, waiting for someone to walk in, and then I walked over to the couch and sat down. I sat there in silence for a few more minutes, and then a voice spoke into the room. I jumped up in surprise, taken aback by the suddenness of the voice. I looked around the room, and it was then that I saw the speaker in the corner.
"Stand up," the voice commanded me, and I stood up slowly. "Do a jumping jack," it said, and I stood there for a moment feeling foolish.
"A jumping jack?" I spoke back to the voice and waited. The lights went out then and I sat back down on the couch, wondering if I had already failed the test. All of a sudden, I heard some music playing from the speakers. It sounded like some old-school R&B, something I’d listened to in grade school. The sound of the door opening made me jump again and I turned around quickly to see who had joined me in the room.
"You don't like to listen to instructions, do you?" I couldn't mistake Greyson's voice, and I felt my cheeks warming.
"What are you doing here?" I sounded anxious and weak, and I wanted to rewind the clock so I could answer him in a stronger voice.
"I came to see how you were doing." He walked towards me, his voice lower and harder to hear above the men crying out about making love to me.
"I thought you didn't have anything to do with the training." I spoke more firmly this time. I wanted him to know he didn't affect me.
"I don't." He slipped onto the couch next to me. "Not usually."
"So why are you here?" I questioned him, peering up into his face curiously as my heart beat fast. His rock-hard thigh was pressed against my leg, and a warm feeling ran through me as I clenched my legs. I wanted to move farther down the couch and away from him, but I didn't want him to realize how much he affected me.
"I came to give you your first test."
"Oh." I looked up at him then. "I didn't know you were a part of the tests."
"Why would you know?"
"Why did you choose me?" I burst out, unable to stop myself. "I feel out of place. All the other girls are so young."
"How old are you, Meg?"
"I'm twenty-five."
"You're young as well." He gave me a wry smile.
"The other girls all look like they’re under twenty-one."
"Yes." He nodded.
"So why am I here?"
"I'm forty-two." His voice was humorous. "Many would say you're still too young for me."
"Forty-two?" I was surprised. He was older than I’d thought. Older than I’d thought I would be interested in.
"You sound surprised. Brandon is forty-two as well."
"What does that have to do with anything?" I blinked at him and watched as his expression changed.
"You didn't date him, did you?" His eyes narrowed as he surveyed me. "I was taken aback when I met you. You don't seem like his type."
"How rude." I glared at him, feeling rejected.
"Grew up with ‘Full House,’ did you?"
"What?"
"How rude!" he said in a young feminine singsong voice and I laughed in surprise.
"I did watch it when I was younger. I guess I was channeling my inner Stephanie Tanner."
"I guess you were." He moved closer to me and I felt his arm slide around my back. "So if you didn't date Brandon, how do you know him?"
"Why do you care?" I swallowed hard as I felt his hands rest upon my shoulders, and his fingers started kneading into my muscles, massaging my balls of stress and tension.
“I don’t really care,” he murmured, and I felt his breath on the back of my neck.
“Why are you in here with me?” I jumped off of the couch. “What’s the test?”
“You’re eager, aren’t you?”
“No. But I’m here for a job. Nothing else.”
“Tell me about you, Meg.”
“What?” I frowned back at him. “Is that the test?”
“Perhaps.”
“What do you want to know? I was an attorney. I got fired. I applied for a job as a bartender and I ended up here. At this private club. And now I’m in training for a position I know nothing about.”
“How does that make you feel?” He stood up, and I felt his arms on my waist turning me towards him.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged and looked up at him. “I don’t know anything anymore.”
“You’re not the sort of girl we usually have coming through the doors.”
“I suppose I’m not the sort of girl you hire either.”
“No, you’re not.” His eyes bored into mine seriously. “You’re older than the girls we normally take in.”
I glared at him. “Well, no need to spare my feelings.”
“Brandon and I started this club in college.” His voice was soft. “We were best friends and roommates, and I convinced him to start it with me.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe so you’ll trust me.”
“Why do you want me to trust you? You don’t even know me.” I stared at him for a second and saw his expression go from light to hard again.
“Your assignment is to give me a lap dance.” His tone changed and he sat back down on the couch.
“A lap dance?” My voice cracked. “Are you joking?”
“What were you expecting?” He leaned back in the chair. “A spelling bee?”
“I’m not giving you a lap dance.” I shook my head.
“How badly do you want to know about Brandon’s involvement with the club?”
“I don’t care.” Katie’s face flashed in my mind and I sighed. “Why would you tell me if it’s bad? Wouldn’t that incriminate you as well?”
He chuckled. “Spoken like a lawyer.”
“Don’t you care?”
“Are you going to report me to the police?” He raised an eyebrow at me and my breath caught. He looked like the devil incarnate as he sat there with his legs spread open and his arms stretched out. His eyes sparkled in the d
arkness of the room, and his face looked dark and ominous. Greyson Twining wasn’t a man to play games with. I was positive of that fact.
“I have nothing to report to the police,” I said and then gasped as his fingers grabbed my wrists. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t want you to fail your first test.”
“So this is a strip club? Or should I say ‘a private strip club.’”
“Is that what you think it is?”
“Yes.” I nodded and stepped towards him. I wanted to see the look in his eyes up close.
“And you’re okay with taking a job as a stripper?”
“I’m a lawyer,” I muttered defensively.
“So that means you’re not okay working as a stripper?”
“I’m an unemployed lawyer.” I fell against him as I lost my footing when his hands started caressing my ass. “What are you doing?”
“You work out, huh?”
“What are you talking about?” I muttered, shifting my footing to get away from him but somehow ending up closer to him.
“Your ass cheeks are tight.” He laughed and squeezed. “I can feel your muscles clenching beneath my fingers.”
“Get your hands off of my ass.”
“Okay.” And just like that, his fingers were gone. My fingers fell to his shoulders, and I grasped them as I stood up again. “So, Meg, tell me why you really came to get a job here.”
“I told you. I need to make some money and I thought that bartending would be a way to earn a lot of money fast.”
“Yet you have to know that this isn’t just a bartending job. Why are you still here?”
“Why do you care?” I stood in front of him, looking down into his eyes. I was so close to him that I could see his chest rising beneath his shirt. If I reached my hands out, I could be touching his warmth against my palms.
“I care about everyone who works here, especially those who aren’t here for the right reasons.”
“Brandon Hastings is my best friend’s boyfriend.” I sighed. “Or ex-boyfriend or whatever. I’m not really sure what they are right now.”
“Oh.” His voice sounded surprised, but he gave me a dazzling smile. “So you’re telling me that Brandon wouldn’t care if I fucked you?”
“I don’t know why he would care.”
“Interesting.” He looked at me thoughtfully. “Then his phone call was more about me than you.”
“So I guess you don’t want to sleep with me, now that you know.” I sounded disappointed, and I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t know why I cared. It wasn’t like I was going to sleep with him anyway.
“I never said that.” His voice was a growl, and his arms grasped my waist and pulled me onto his lap. “In fact, I want to fuck you even more now.”
“I said sleep with, not fuck,” I whispered as I shifted on his lap. I could feel his hard erection beneath me and it felt like it was growing every time it shifted. I enjoyed the feeling of him gently teasing me, and I made sure to keep up my soft movements in hopes of teasing him as well.
“I don’t sleep, Meg. I only fuck.” His voice was no-nonsense as he whispered in my ear. “I fuck hard and deep, and when I’m done, I’m gone.”
“Romantic,” I whispered into the air and he chuckled.
“I take it that doesn’t impress you?”
“Who would that impress?” I tried to jump up, but his hands were firmly planted around my waist and he wasn’t letting me go anywhere.
“Most women are happy when they hear how deep I can go.”
“I’m not most women.” A surge of jealousy ran through me as I thought about him with other women. Get a grip, Meg. He’s not yours.
“I think I realize that.” His lips nestled into my neck and he kissed me softly, gently biting the skin before licking it. “But I think you’d still be happy to feel how deep I can go.”
“You’re crude.”
“No, I’m just honest. I thought women appreciated honesty.”
“I do,” I moaned as his teeth bit my neck harder. I wiggled in his lap, and his right hand used that as an excuse to grasp my right breast. “Greyson,” I moaned, wanting him to stop but not wanting to say the words that might make him actually stop.
“Meg.” He said my name with a throaty voice, and his fingers gently squeezed my nipple.
“Is this part of the training?” I mumbled after a few seconds. I was finding it very hard to speak coherently.
“No.” His left hand reached up to my other breast now and he shifted underneath me. I felt his hardness between my legs, and I sighed as both of his hands fondled me. I closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling of excitement that had sprung up in my body. I ignored the voice yelling at me to get up and slap the living daylights out of him. It just felt so good.
The music changed then and I recognized the song as being one of Barry White’s. I groaned as his deep voice filled the air, and unconsciously, my body started moving on his lap. My hips slowly started moving back and forth as I gyrated on his lap. I groaned every time I felt his cock rub against my pussy. Even though we were both wearing clothes, I could feel him just as well as if we were naked. My panties grew moist at the thought of rubbing up against him naked.
How would it feel to have his hardness up against me, teasing every fiber of me, pushing and tantalizing me, trying to gain entrance to me? I started moving back and forth on him even faster, guided by the smooth, sexy tones of the music and my own images. His fingers slipped under my shirt and traced their way up my stomach and to my bra. They were firm and soft at the same time and left a trail of fire on my skin as they deftly unclasped my bra. I gasped as I felt his fingers gently cup my breasts and then roll my naked nipples. The coolness of his touch against my fevered skin caused me to jump slightly, and I heard him groan behind me as I came down hard on his cock.
“What are you doing to me?” he groaned into my hair as his fingers continued to tease me. I ran my fingers along the side of his thighs and continued my movements, not wanting to think about anything other than this moment.
I then felt his right hand slide back down my stomach and stop right underneath my belly button, and my body stilled as I waited to see what he was going to do next. I didn’t have to wait long.
His hand continued its descent and his fingers slid down the front of my pants until his hand was firmly wedged between my legs, and his fingers lightly rubbed me. I groaned then, a loud, unsatisfied lustful sound. I wanted to feel his fingers next to me. It wasn’t enough to feel them lightly through my pants, not with the gentle strokes he was providing.
I increased my pace on his lap then, moving quickly and roughly against his cock and squeezing my legs together so that I could feel his fingers harder against me. He laughed softly behind me, and his hands moved to my waist again and turned me around so that I was straddling him.
“What?” I moaned and slowly opened my eyes to look at him. He was staring at me with a darkened gaze, his lips curled up and his eyes masked with some emotion I didn’t know.
“So you’re ready to give me my lap dance now?” He smiled at me then, a deep smile, and his eyes lit up as if they were laughing at some hilarious joke.
“What’s so funny?” I mumbled, my body feeling bereft as clouds of doubt seeped into my brain.
“For someone so vocally against fucking and what I want to do to you, you certainly surprised me.”
“I’m not against fucking.” I leaned forward and bit his lower lip hard. “In fact, I quite enjoy fucking.” I shifted in my lap so that I was sitting directly on his erection. “I just don’t like being used.”
“I’m not using you.” He shook his head and his hands grasped my hips and started moving them back and forth. “In fact, I gave you a job.”
“I don’t even know what the job is.”
“Do you really want to know?”
“I want to know if Brandon Hastings is bad news,” I whispered into his ear while lightly nibbling on his earlobe.
“Well, aren’t you?” I kissed down his neck and shivered as his hand pushed my butt hard against him. “But to answer your question, yes, if you tell me that Brandon is bad news, I will also assume that you are bad news.”
“Well, I guess I should be honest.” He chuckled, but there was no humor in his tone.
His hands ran up my back, and I leaned forward to kiss him. His lips tasted salty, and I kissed them eagerly, wanting to taste him again before he told me the truth. My tongue eagerly sought entry into his mouth and he sucked on it eagerly as I moved back and forth on his lap, building up the pressure in my pussy.
I knew that I should sit back and hear what he had to say, but I was scared. I wanted to experience this moment before he told me the truth and I had to leave. Because I would leave. I wasn’t a sadist. At least that was what I tried to tell myself.
Greyson kissed me like a professional. His lips and teeth and tongue were all consuming. I couldn’t think about anything but the pressure of his lips on mine and the sweet pleasure that ran through me as he sucked and nibbled on my tongue. He was so good that I didn’t realize that he had successfully pulled my top and bra off until I felt my naked breasts pressed against his chest.
“Oh,” I moaned against his lips as I felt his fingers kneading into my naked back and my nipples pressed against the soft cotton of his shirt. My fingers quickly reached for his buttons and opened his shirt up. I wanted to feel my skin against his skin. I wanted to feel the light spattering of his chest hair against my nipples, teasing them gently as his fingers kneaded into me roughly and his tongue explored my mouth.
“To answer your question, Meg,” he muttered before bending his head down to my breasts. His eyes looked up at me and I stared at him wordlessly. “To answer your question, I would say if Brandon is bad news, then I am even worse news.” His eyes were dark and his words were bold. I stared at him for a moment, about to ask him what he meant, but then his lips reached down and took my nipple in his mouth and I was taken on a new journey.
His teeth weren’t gentle as they bit down on my nipple, and I cried out as he bit and sucked and then sucked and bit. My hands found their way to the top of his head and my fingers played with his silky tresses as I leaned back. His mouth changed from one breast to another, and as his teeth bit down on my other nipple, I felt a small orgasm building up in my body.
