The Private Club

by J. S. Cooper

  I groaned as he continued sucking and his fingers slid down my back and in between my ass. This time, he wasn’t hesitant or gentle with his fingers. His hands slid roughly between my legs with the simple intent of rubbing me and bringing me pleasure as he suckled on my breasts. I moaned and my head fell back as his fingers found my spot and continued to rub me as his lips and teeth took possession of me.

  The orgasm that had been building in me reached its peak and I felt my body trembling on top of him as I climaxed. I shifted uncomfortably in his lap, self-conscious about what had just happened, and I noticed that he was smiling at me.

  “What?” I tried to wriggle off of his lap, but his hands remained firm on me.

  “I didn’t expect you to come.” He laughed and his fingers moved up to play with my breasts.

  “You were teasing me.”

  “Through your clothes.”

  “My breasts aren’t covered.”

  “You didn’t say no.”

  “I didn’t complain.” I shrugged, hoping he couldn’t see my burning face. “I got mine.”

  “You sound like a guy.”

  “So?” I shifted in his lap again, trying to get off of him. His cock was still resting against my pussy, and all I wanted was to feel him inside of me. The orgasm I had experienced was only the beginning of the fireworks that my body wanted to experience.

  “I want you.” He kissed my lips. “I want to tear your pants off and I want you to ride me. I want you to ride me hard and fast and press your breasts in my face. I want to suck on your nipples as you bounce up and down on my hard cock and then I want to flip you over and fuck you from behind. I want to fuck you so hard that you’ll be screaming my name out, begging me for mercy. And then I want you to get down on your knees and suck me off until I’m moments from coming. Then you’ll get back on my lap and ride me slowly and we’ll both experience the best orgasms of our lives.”

  I stared at him, unblinking and silent. My heart was racing with anticipation and my fingers were unconsciously gripping his arms. His words had turned me on and I waited patiently for him to undo my pants. I wasn’t going to say no. I knew that I should say no, but I wasn’t going to. I didn’t want to. I wanted him badly. I had wanted him from the moment I had seen him.

  A voice was screaming at me, but I couldn’t move. I’d always been the responsible one, the wait-until-you’re-in-a relationship-and-in-love girl. But that had been boring, and it hadn’t gotten me anywhere. I’d never had one night of unbridled passion. My pussy had never ached for a cock the way it was aching for Greyson’s cock right now. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted to feel how big he was, how deep he could go. I wanted to make him forget his own name. I wanted him to make me forget everything.

  I waited patiently for his fingers to move to the top of my pants. I wasn’t going to say no. I didn’t care how bad he was. Not in this moment. Not when my body felt like this.

  “Okay, you passed the test.” Greyson’s voice was soft, and I stared at him in confusion as he lifted me up and placed me on the couch next to him.

  “Huh?” I mumbled, slightly dazed and very confused.

  “While you technically didn’t give me a lap dance, the way you moved your hips showed me that you could give a good one.”

  “But, I thought...” I mumbled, angry at myself for feeling disappointed.

  “You thought I was going to fuck you?” This time he was standing in front of me and looking down. His eyes looked hawkish and his body seemed overpowering as he stood in front of me, tall and strong.

  “I, uh,...” I looked around for my bra, not wanting to sit there partially naked in front of him anymore.

  “I told you that I won’t fuck you until you beg me for it.” His fingers reached down and traced a line from my cheek to my trembling lips.

  “You’re a—” I started, but he pushed his finger into my mouth to stop me from continuing.

  “Shh.” He shook his head. “Or it will be something much larger than my finger in your mouth.”

  “You wish.” I pushed his finger out of my mouth.

  “No, Meg. I think you do.” He grabbed my hand and pulled it to the front of his pants. “You see what you did to me, Meg, with your teasing and grinding. I’m aching to be sucked off by you. But not until you’re ready. Really ready.”

  “Whatever.” I squeezed his cock gently and quickly unzipped his pants before slipping my fingers into his boxer shorts and grasping his cock in my fingers. I smiled to myself as I felt his sharp intake of breath. I allowed my fingers to run down the full length of his hard cock, and I shifted in my seat as I started feeling turned on again.

  He was big, long, and thick, and I swallowed hard as I imagined him inside of me. I reached the tip of his cock and squeezed gently. He groaned again and I let my fingertips caress him as they grew wet with his pre-cum. I ran my fingers down to his balls and squeezed them a few times before allowing my nails to trace down him again. Then I removed my fingers from his pants and zipped him up again.

  I stood up and stared at him. This time it was his eyes that were dazed, and I could hear that his breathing was now uneven.

  “I guess it’s time for my next test.” I smiled at him sweetly while gently pressing my breasts against his chest. “Thanks for making this one so enjoyable.” I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and then grabbed my bra and put it on quickly.

  “You’re not what you seem, are you?” Greyson’s voice was deep, and I could hear a hint of surprise.

  “You’re not the only one who’s not transparent.” I grabbed my shirt and pulled it on before walking quickly to the door. My heart was beating fast and my legs were trembling with fear. I was scared that he would come and stop me.

  I knew that if he touched me again, it would be all over. I would be begging him. My panties were moist and my nipples were on high alert. My body was calling out for his touch. But I didn’t want him to know. I wanted him to think that I couldn’t care less. I wanted him to beg me.

  “You don’t want to play with me, Meg.” His voice was soft. “And you don’t want to doubt your gut instincts about me. What you first thought was correct. I’m not the sort of guy you want to play with. I know what I want and I take it. No questions and no regrets. I’m not the bad boy turned good. I’m just me. You don’t want to forget that.”

  “I won’t,” I whispered back to him.

  “If you’re here to get answers for your friend Katie, then you’re not going to be very lucky. If you want to be a good friend, I’d leave now. I’d leave while you still have your dignity intact.”

  I opened the door slowly and was about to walk out when I heard him speak again.

  “I’d leave and I’d go and tell your friend to get as far away from Brandon Hastings as possible. Because yes, he’s bad news. He’s very bad news.”

  I walked out of the door and then ran to the bathroom. I walked quickly to the sinks and splashed water on my face. I smoothed my hands over my hair and took a deep breath. I stared at my reflection in the mirror and studied my face to see if I looked different. I certainly felt different. My body felt more alive and my brain was buzzing with adrenaline. Then I heard a sound and froze.

  “Hello?” I called out, and a door opened behind me.

  “Meg?” Nancy’s voice called out to me and she stepped out of a stall. Her eyes looked bloodshot, and I could tell she had been crying.

  “Are you okay?” I walked over to her quickly, concerned.

  “I’m fine.” She nodded and rubbed her eyes. “It’s hard being here.”

  “Did you find out anything?”

  “No,” she sighed. “Not really, though Frank said he recognized me.”

  “He did?”

  “Well, he said I looked familiar. Asked if I had a sister or relative that used to work at the club.”

  “What did you say?”

  “I pretended to be confused and said no.” She bit her lower lip. “The way he looked at me, it
made me shiver. He looked so menacing.”

  “Did Maria ever mention him before?” I asked thoughtfully. “Frank doesn’t look that old. I doubt he would have been here when Maria was here.”

  “I don’t know, but the look he gave me...” She rubbed her eyes again. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

  “You’re strong.” I grabbed her hands. “You want to know what happened to your sister, right?”

  “Yeah.” She nodded. “He asked me what room I was staying in, and he asked me who my roommate was.”

  “Frank did?” My eyes narrowed. “Why does he care?”

  “I don’t know. I told him.” She looked at me with wide eyes. “I couldn’t think of a reason to not tell him. What if he comes to our room tonight?”

  “He won’t.”

  “He asked me about you.”

  “About me? Why?”

  “I don’t know.” She shook her head. “A lot of people have been talking about you.”

  “Why?”

  “I, uh, I...” She blushed and looked away from me.

  “What is it, Nancy? Tell me?”

  “You’re older than the other girls.” She shrugged. “I guess everyone is just surprised.”

  “I’m only twenty-five.” I’d never felt so old before in my life.

  “I know.” She shrugged. “I guess it’s just unusual.”

  “I guess,” I sighed. “I wonder what really goes on at this club. I’m so confused.”

  “Yeah, I wonder if it’s a prostitution ring.” Nancy gave me a look. “Like a whorehouse.”

  “Whorehouse?” This time it was my eyes that widened. “I thought it was a strip club or something.” I paused and thought for a moment. “Though, I guess the next logical step would be a whorehouse.” I felt an impending headache looming. Was Greyson in charge of a whorehouse? I felt saddened as I thought about it. Was I just another whore to him? And what did that mean about Brandon? Was he also in charge of a whorehouse? Was Katie dating a pimp?

  “We better go.” Nancy sighed and pulled out some lipstick. “I think it’s time for the next room.”

  “What was your first test?”

  “I had to do a spelling test.” Nancy made a face and I stared at her in shock.

  “What?” I asked her with an open mouth.

  “I had a spelling test. I think I failed. I’d never even heard of half of the words.”

  “Are you joking?” I burst out laughing. Was this some sort of big joke?

  “Not at all.” She made a face. “That’s why I was crying. I’m worried I may not make it through the training period. I know I failed that test.”

  “I thought you were crying because of Frank.”

  “Oh, no. He creeps me out, but I knew coming into this that there would be plenty of creeps to deal with.”

  “Oh?”

  “Well, Greyson Twining is the owner.” Nancy shrugged.

  “You know him?” I asked lightly.

  “Maria told me some things when she first started,” Nancy whispered. “I was young so didn’t really understand then. But sometimes I remember things that she said.”

  “What did she say?”

  “He’s a bad guy.” She looked at me with a worried expression.

  “In what ways?” I questioned her.

  “We have to go.” She shook her hair. “We’ll talk later.”

  “Okay.” I tried not to sigh. Every time I felt like I was going to get some information from Nancy, she disappeared. I was certain that she knew a lot more than she was letting on, and I didn’t understand why she wasn’t being more forthcoming. Especially since I had said I would help her.

  Chapter 4

  I walked to the second room for my second test deep in thought. I was so caught up in thinking about my conversation with Nancy that I almost missed Elizabeth whispering in the corner of the hallway with Frank. I slowed my pace and cocked my ears up, hoping to hear what they were talking so fervently about.

  "I don't know if I can do this," she whispered. "I'm not that kind of girl."

  "You knew what you were getting into." Frank’s voice was rough, and I saw his hand slide around her waist. "If you're a good girl, I'll—"

  "Take your hands off of me!" she hissed and stepped back.

  "You know you want it." He leered at her, and I stood there wondering if I should go and say something. "Don't try and deny it."

  "I'd rather have Greyson."

  "I thought you wanted Hastings."

  "Well, the bigger fish is Greyson." She laughed. "I've heard he knows how to work what he has."

  "Don't you go fucking this up." He looked angry.

  "Oh shut up, Frank. Don't worry. I can fuck and work."

  "Slut." His hand fell to her ass and squeezed. "Just get what we need."

  "It'll be like taking candy from a baby." She pressed herself into his chest, and I gasped when she leaned forward to start kissing him. This was not what it seemed at all.

  "He wants us to shut her up if she tries to—" Franks eyes spotted me then and he quickly pushed Elizabeth away from him. "Can I help you?"

  "Just looking for my next test room." I smiled wide, trying to pretend I hadn't just heard their conversation. "I swear I get turned around so easily. You know us blondes."

  Frank looked at me with narrowed eyes and Elizabeth glared at me. "I guess I need to try the next corridor." I giggled and ran my hands through my hair. "I guess you can tell it’s not dyed."

  "Yeah, we can." Elizabeth's tone was catty. "No one would ever dye their hair that shade on purpose."

  "Oh you never know," I replied back with a wide smile. "I mean, look at the shade you chose."

  I turned around quickly and walked back down the hallway with a small smile on my face. Elizabeth was such a bitch, but I knew I shouldn't have said anything. She could be a wealth of information to me; it looked as if she knew a lot more about the club than I did.

  And she seemed to know Frank—shady, acne-ridden Frank. He still gave me the creeps, but I had a feeling that he knew exactly what was going on here and what had gone on before as well. It was a pity that neither of them would be allies. If anything, they were both in deep. I just wished I knew exactly what they were involved in.

  I waited a few minutes and then went back up the hallway to enter the next room. This time I was in a bedroom. It reminded me of some sort of French boudoir, with its tall, stately bed and white shimmery nets hanging from the side. The duvet was plush and ivory, and there was an ivory-colored vanity next to the wall.

  I looked around the room for a pad or notebook to see what my next test was going to be. I couldn't see anything, and my heart beat fast as I wondered if, Greyson was going to join me in the room. Not that I wanted him to. I needed to clear my mind out. I needed to think. There were so many pieces to this puzzle, but none of them were making sense.

  "Walk to the vanity," a voice spoke in the room, but I couldn't see where the speakers were this time. "Walk to the vanity and open the drawer. That is where you will find your next test."

  I walked over to the vanity slowly, slightly disappointed. I sat on the bench and opened the drawer. Inside the drawer was a single piece of paper. I pulled it out and read quickly.

  The paper said, "The night is day, the day is night, do you think you can stay up with no light?"

  I turned the paper over to see if there was any more information on the other side of the page. It was blank. I turned it back to the front again to reread what it had said. But there was nothing I had missed.

  I looked inside the desk to see if there was another note I had missed. There was nothing else there.

  I looked around the room. The bed looked so inviting and I yawned just staring at it. I'd had a restless night the evening before, and it would be so refreshing if I could just sleep for about twenty minutes.

  I was about to jump up and walk over to sit on the bed when I dropped the paper in my hand. As I bent down to pick up the paper, I noticed th
at there was something sticking out from under the leg of the vanity. I frowned as I leaned over and pulled out the small piece of paper.

  It was tiny and had been screwed up. I unscrewed it carefully and looked at it eagerly, wondering if this was the real test. There was a little note on the paper, and I read it quickly, my heart beating fast as I realized what it said. “Trust no one. I thought he loved me. Fail the tests. It’s the only way out. Maria.” I stared at the paper for a second and then put it in my pocket so I could show Nancy.

  Wasn’t her sister’s name, Maria? And now that I thought about it, hadn’t Katie said that Brandon’s college girlfriend was called Maria? And wasn’t his new fiancée called Maria as well?

  My head spun, and I wished I were able to call her and ask. Where were all these Marias coming from? Was there a connection?

  I closed my eyes and tried to remember all the details I knew about the Marias. But then the lights went out and I froze.

  I made my way to the mattress and sat down on the bed. It was soft and plush, and I decided that it wouldn’t hurt if I lay back on the bed. The pillow was soft underneath my head, and I closed my eyes and snuggled into the sheets. I was starting to get a headache. I was confused and upset. Nothing was making sense, and yet I knew I couldn’t leave. Not now. Not when my mind and body were a jumble of nerves and questions.

  “Meg?” His voice was deep, and I shivered as I looked towards the open door.

  “Yes.”

  “Hey.” He walked towards the bed and he sat at the edge.

  “What do you want?” I sounded hostile and I was glad.

  “I came to see how you were doing.”

  “Oh?”

  “This test is about staying awake.”

  “Staying awake?”

  “Because of all the late nights we have here at the club.” Greyson chuckled.

  “I see.”

  “I’m not being serious. It’s about staying alert.”