Club Secrets: Club Secrets USA Book 1 (2 page)

David threw up his hands. “I’m confused. Why in the world would the two of you start a porn site—or whatever you want to call it—and take photographs of the members?”
 

He looked at his mother. “When did you start, anyway?”

Jen stood up and started to clear away the dishes. “Would like dessert? I have some homemade cookies—the oatmeal ones you like.”

“Mom, I asked you a question.”

“And I asked you if you want a cookie.”

“All right. Yes, I’ll have a cookie. Two, please. Now will you answer me?”

Jen got the plate of homemade oatmeal and chocolate chip cookies from the counter next to the stove and brought it back to the table, offering it to Mark before setting it down in front of David.

“It all started about two years ago. Remember when you came home for Spring Break, and I had gotten my hair cut?”

David remembered it well. His mother had gotten more than a radical new haircut. She had completely transformed herself with new clothes, make-up—the works.
 

His roommates had come home with him to South Florida from Gainesville to partake in some of the famous Spring Break fun in Fort Lauderdale. David remembered punching one of his roommates for making lewd comments about his mother later that day. He had called her a MILF, meaning a “mom I’d like to fuck.” Not something a guy wants to hear about his mother, for sure.

David brought his attention back to what Jen was saying.

“Shortly after that, your father and I began experimenting with a new lifestyle, and we made some new friends. Remember Blondie and Dirk?”

David nodded again, starting to realize where his mother was headed. Blondie and Dirk owned an adult entertainment store, selling lingerie and sex toys along with renting X-rated movies.

“We went into business with them. We opened a membership club downtown where people could meet. They moved the contents of their store there, and I began taking boudoir shots of couples and individuals. Some of them wanted the photos to give as gifts to their partners, but many of them wanted pictures to post on private dating sites.”

David looked over to his father. “Is this when you quit your job at the accounting firm? You told me you quit and were investing your money in some new businesses.”

Mark nodded. “We invested in Club Secrets, but after a while, it became obvious that the dating sites were where most of our customers went to connect with other people in the lifestyle. We were missing out on a huge portion of income by not having a global audience. So we sold our share of the club back to Blondie and Dirk and focused on building the website. Since it’s on the Internet, we have members from around the world, not only South Florida.”

“How can you take photographs of all your members if they live all over the world?”

“I don’t. Most of my customers live in Florida, although some come here to have their photos taken,” Jen said.
 

David was thoughtful for several moments. He took a few more cookies from the plate and munched on them while he digested this new information.

Jen got up and started to clear the table.
 

“Anything else you want to know?” Mark asked.

David put his hand on his mother’s arm to stop her from leaving the table. “Tell me about Andrea. Is she your friend? An instant message from her popped up on the computer screen for you right before I came down.”

Jen sat down again. “Yes, we’re friends, and I took those photographs of her that you liked so much.”

David drained his water glass. This was getting weird, but they’d come this far. “She said she was going to some club and wanted to know if you’d be there tonight. Is that Club Secrets, the one you used to own?”

Jen sighed and nodded.

“So, will you be going, too?”

“Why do you want to know if we’re going?” his father asked.

“Because I want to meet her there, and I don’t want you guys around.”

Jen and Mark looked at one another.
 

“Your call,” Jen said to Mark.

Mark shifted in his chair. “You’re only going to be home for a couple of weeks. I guess we could give you some time to fool around before you leave for med school.”
 

He took his wallet from his pants pocket and pulled out two fifty-dollar bills. “Here, Son. Here’s the money back that you spent joining our site. You’re going to need some cash for the club tonight.”

Mark stood up. “David, let’s go into my office to talk. I want to give you a heads up about where you’re going so you know what to expect, because I doubt if you’ve ever been to a place like Club Secrets.

David waited impatiently in line outside Club Secrets. It was almost midnight. Someone, a bouncer-type, had come outside about five minutes before to announce the wait would be thirty minutes to an hour for single guys. Couples and single women could walk to the front of the line.

Exasperated, David had called his father and spoke quietly into his cell, asking him to pull some strings.
 

The muscular bouncer who had appeared before showed up again. He was a big man, about six foot six and three hundred pounds of solid body mass. This time he ambled down the line of waiting men, checking out each face. He stopped in front of David.
 

“Are you David Hauser?”

“Yeah, man.”

“Come with me,” the bouncer growled.

David was six feet tall and close to two hundred pounds. He worked out with weights and thought he had a muscular build until he walked behind this dude. He felt like a first grader following one of the big kids around the playground. Fortunately, it was a short walk to the entrance. Once inside the entry hallway, the bouncer pointed to another set of doors, and David was on his own again.

He walked past the line of guys who were getting proofed for age at the inside entrance and stepped inside the club. David was glad his father had given him a heads up about what to expect. He clutched the bag with the bottle of Grey Goose he brought and walked up to the bar.
 

He tried to make eye contact with one of the bartenders, but they were all busy. David felt a strong hand gripping his shoulder, and he whirled around, fist clenched, ready to take the first swing if necessary.

“Whoa, Partner, relax. I’m trying to give you a hand here.”
 

David looked into the familiar face of his father’s former partner, Dirk. He put his hand out. “Hey, sorry, man. But I just got back from Gainesville, and anyone who grabs you from behind in a bar there is usually looking for a fight.”

Dirk shook his hand with a firm grip. “This is no college bar, David. Throwing a punch here will get you thrown out on your ass.” Dirk nodded to the well-placed security enforcers around the room, and David’s eyes followed the older man’s motions.

“I didn’t come here to fight, Dirk,” he said, and held up his bottle of vodka. “Tell me, though, how do I get one of these clowns behind the bar to pay attention to me?”

Dirk took the bag with the bottle. “Son, you’ve got a lot to learn. If you want to get a drink here, show some respect to our servers.” He motioned for one of the bartenders to come over.

“Yes, sir. How can I help you?” the server asked.

“Tom, this is David Hauser, Mark’s son. Please label his bottle and make sure his glass stays full while at the bar.”

“Sure thing. Nice to meet you, David,” Tom said. He quickly labeled the bottle. “How do you like it?”

“On the rocks with a twist. Thanks, Tom,” David said.
 

Dirk reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of bills. He rolled a twenty off the top and stuffed it in the tips jar. Leaning in close to David, he whispered, “That’s how we say ‘thank you’ around here.”

David took a big gulp of his drink. “Got it, Dirk.”
 

“I hear you’re itching to hook up with Andrea Whitney.”

“Yeah, is she here yet?”

“I haven’t seen her. Your best bet would be to hang out here near the entrance and watch for her to come in. She’ll be by herself, most likely. She doesn’t stay alone for long, though, if you know what I mean.”

David nodded. “Not surprised. Thanks for the tip. Guess I’ll make Tom my friend while I wait.” He motioned to Tom for a fill up and this time had a twenty waiting.

Dirk patted him on the back. “You’re a fast study, son. You know, there’s lots of hot tail in this room, every bit as fine as Andrea, if you’re ready to get started.”

David looked around. The club was buzzing. Music blared and the dance floor was full, mostly with women dancing with each other. One of the large screens that hung on the walls of the bar area showed the dancers close up. David took a second look. Some of them were topless, and there was a lot of physical contact between them.
 

He turned back to Dirk. “Those aren’t my kind of women. I like the ones who like men.”

Dirk laughed. “They like sex. If you went down on that dance floor right now, you could have your pick of any one, two, three, or more of them. You could take a test drive right there, and then bring the ones you like to the back.”

“What do you mean?”
 

“I thought your father filled you in on what happens here.”

“Well, yeah. He told me about the front being open to everyone for the nightclub action, and the back rooms being available for members only. He said there were private and group rooms, and members could find and join in on any kind of sexual activity they wanted back there.”

“That’s right. Exactly what don’t you understand?”

“What did you mean when you said take a test drive on the dance floor?”

Dirk snorted. “College boy, you attend too many lectures. Around here, you learn by watching and doing. Try to pay attention now. Check this out while you’re keeping an eye on the door for Andrea.”
 

Dirk walked down and joined a couple of women on the dance floor. He positioned himself between them as they danced, cutting in by reaching around like he was going to give a three-way hug, but leaving a hand on each woman’s ass. As they moved to the music, one woman stepped in front of him, and he pulled her in tightly to his chest. They danced with his arms wrapped around her, and his hands slid down her back to her ass.

Dirk purposefully turned so David could observe the action. David watched as Dirk reached up her skirt and massaged between her legs. The other woman continued to dance behind Dirk, grabbing his buttocks as her hips moved sensually to the music. Her hands traveled between his legs, and she rubbed his cock from behind.

They continued to dance around the floor, groping and touching one another, and no one except David seemed to notice. As they moved past the part of the bar where David stood, Dirk faced him and gave David a clear view of the rear of the woman pressed to his chest. He shot David a meaningful glance, and he lifted the back of her skirt so David could see she wore no panties. Dirk’s fingers were moving quickly in and out of her pussy as they danced. The other woman continued to dance behind them, humping away while she wrapped her arms around Dirk’s waist and stroked his cock.

David watched as Dirk whispered into the ear of the woman in front. She nodded. He turned and said something to her friend. She smiled, and the three of them walked off the floor. Dirk remained in the center, with an arm around each woman’s waist. They headed toward the back of the club and disappeared into the darkness.

David felt his cock filling out the front of his jeans and tried to nonchalantly adjust himself under the ledge of the bar. If Andrea walked in now, he’d be greeting her with a boner instead of a kiss hello.

He motioned to Tom for another fill up and glanced back to the entrance one more time as he stuck another twenty into the jar. If Andrea didn’t show up soon, he might head down to the dance floor. He still had the two fifties his father gave him in his back pocket for entrance to the members-only area, but at twenty bucks a fill up, he’d be running out of his spending capital pretty soon.
 

“Don’t I know you?”
 

David turned around in response to the soft voice, and there she was. Andrea stood next to him, with a drink in her hand. She was smiling sweetly, but looked at him as if she couldn’t quite place his face or how she knew him.

“Andrea!”
 

David’s tried to keep his eyes glued to her face, but couldn’t resist glancing up and down her full length. She wore a short, strapless dress. The thin knit fabric clung to her and accentuated her full breasts, tiny waist, and curvy hips. David’s jeans became uncomfortably tight in the crotch.

She giggled and leaned in closer to get a better look at him in the dim light. “Yes. You seem to know me, but who are you?” She appeared tipsy and steadied herself by putting one hand on the bar ledge.

David wondered if she had arrived drunk. “Did you just get here?”

“Oh no,” she said. “I’ve been here with my girlfriends for a few hours. We were sitting over there.” She pointed to another bar area on the other side of the dance floor.
 

David noticed her speech was slightly slurred, and she seemed a bit off balance when she lifted her hand from the bar to point. “Are you all right, Andrea?”

“Sure—” She put her face close to his. “What’s your name again?”

“David. David Hauser.”

He saw a wave of recognition come over her, and her face lit up. “Oh my God. You’re David from down the street, aren’t you?”
 

“Yup, that’s me.”

“Look at you! You’re all grown up.”
 

Andrea swayed as she took another sip of her drink. “Do you remember when you used to babysit for my kids?”

“Yes, but that was a long time ago, when I was in high school, and you had only one then.”

“That’s right. Jason really liked you, too. You brought your video games over and let him play with them.”

David laughed. “I did it more for me than for him. Gave me something to do when he went to sleep.”
 

Over Andrea’s shoulder, David saw a biker-looking guy approaching. David could tell by the way his eyes were locked on Andrea that he was going to be trouble.