The Club (3 page)

             
“God, you’r
e gorgeous, Leigh. O
ne night. Come home with me.
We can let my driver watch if you want.
”

             
“No,”
I gasp, remember
ing
who I am, who he is.

             
“Fine, we’ll do it here.”
He unzips my gown and backs up a little bit to let the satin slide to the ground. I take the opportunity to slip from his g
r
asp and walk away from him, wearing nothing but my stilettos.

             
“Not yet,” I say over my shoulder as I leave the room. His eyes, which had been so calm and teasing, are filled with
raw carnality as they follow my exit
.

Soon,
I whisper to myself as I get into my car in the private garage under the building
and retrieve my keys from the visor
.
Very soon.

Chapter 2

             
Your window is ready,
says the text.
Unknown number.

             
It takes all my willpower not to respond right away. I’ve been dreaming of Max all week, beyond eager to return to the club and perform again. Perform for him.

             
I hope you’ll come in tonight,
says a second message.
I’ve been thinking about you.

             
Leave it to a billionaire to wait a full week to tell me so. I’d never given Maximilian Gregory my cell phone number, but I assumed he could get it. And I was right. But he was completely silent for seven days as I waited for some sort of contact from him.

             
9 pm,
I write back.
I need rope.

             
There,
I think. Perfect. I’m in control of this situation. I sigh.
Yeah, right.
I
toss my phone onto my bed and prepare for the eveni
ng. I dress in a sheer black bra with removable panels in front and a tiny black thong clipped to garters and thigh-high black stockings. The thong and garters perfectly frame my ass. Before I step into black heels, I put on a white silk blouse and tight black business suit. I do my makeup carefully, full red lips, black mascara. I set my hair in curlers and shake it out, letting the loose curls tumble for a moment before containing the mass of them in a demure chignon.

             
You got it,
my phone buzzes.

             
I smile. It’s going to be an interesting night. I gather my things and walk out the door. Before I reach the club, I make a quick call and stop at my gym. I need to talk to Jamison, my favorite trainer and good friend. Fortunately, he’s at the front desk waiting for me.

             
“Damn, Leigh. You look like a million bucks,”
he whistles. Jamison has copper hair
and
a gorgeous
six pack set of abs
. He’s been my trainer for years. We’ve done the deed a few times but found we work better as friends
, which is truly a pity because he’s hung like a porn star
. He’s looking for a good girl a
nd I am not that
. Still, there’s real affection between us and he’ll be perfect tonight.

             
“Are you sure you’re ready for this? It’s going to be intense,” I say. I’d already asked Jamie to do a scene with
me at club and he had agreed. As planned, he wore a suit and tie. He looked incredible. There’s something about a man in a well-cut suit that always got me going.

             
“Looking forward to it. As long as you remember what I said,” he reminds me sternly. He would be wearing a mask and intended to keep it on for the duration of the scene.

             
“Of course.”

             
“Let’s go.”

*

             
Twenty minutes later, I have Jamie’s mask in place over his eyes and his wrists tied tightly behind him. He sat on the same stool I’d used before
(sans vibrator)
, although this time, the entire stage is indeed behind glass. No
one is in the room yet; I hadn
’t
yet
seen Max or anyone else besides the concierge who showed us in.

             
Not that I was looking for him.

             
Ahem.

There is a small panel in one corner of the glass room to control the lighting, and an iPad connected to a speaker system
and flat screen television above us
. Nice touch. I want
to be able to see my audience, so I keep the lights low.
I play around with the iPad and see that I can type messages on it to display on the flat screen, like an opera house translating Italian into English for the less-sophisticated members of its audience, or a silent movie presenting a hint of dialogue between action shots. I smile broadly and type in a few key messages for the evening.

A young male waiter
comes into the room to stoke
the fire.
I ask
him
to put a small tabl
e and chair into my glass room, and he does what I’ve asked
, taking care to get a nice long look at my tits
at the same time
. I
undo
the third button of my blouse for him a
nd wink
. He blushes. Men want to look, but they don’t always like to be caught. It amuses me.

“If you stick aroun
d, you’ll see everything
,” I tell him, licking my lips.

“I…will.”

“Do.”

I step behind the glass just as a group of men enters the room and settles into their chairs. None of them makes a move to begin a card game. All have cocktails and cigars. I recognize two of the men from last time. It appears my reputation has preceded me. The room begins to fill. Men of all ages take seats in front of my odd glass room. I give Jamie a kiss on the cheek to reassure him, and he grins. I sit on the chair with my cross
ed
legs up on the table, relaxed and ready to begin.
I press a button and the first message I’ve planned appears on the flat screen.

I’m disappointed in your performance this quarter, Jones. I’m afraid I’m going to have to punish you.

             
The men in the audience laugh. Jamie has a quizzical expression on his face; he can’t see the flat screen.

             
I
take my suit jacket off and
nuzzle up to him and whisper into his ear. He sits back, ready for anything. I see he already has an erection as I stand behind him, kissing his neck and unbuttoning his shirt.

             
“I wish she’d punish
me
,” one of the men in the audience says. I smile at him and wink, letting him believe he could be next if he plays his cards right. I slide my hands all over Jamie’s chest, hoping for a glimpse of Max as I scan the audience. He isn’t in the room and I have to fight to keep my energy up. If I don’t see him tonight, I’ll be crushed.

             
Focus, I tell myself. I walk away from Jamie as if I’m bored. He plays it up, looking sad and trying to wriggle his wrists out of their ties. I forcibly push him away from me and begin unbuttoning my blouse. The men in the audience whistle, so I turn my back on them. When they calm down, I slide out of my blouse and drop it to the floor.

             
My black bra is a
size too small. My breasts are overflowing from its small demi cups. I run my hands over them, bend over, and return to Jamie, running
my tits
over his chest. I touch his
hard
cock
and whisper in his ear,
Nice.

             
“You owe me one,” he whispers back.

             
I giggle and turn around, grinding my ass into his crotch. The audience whistles again as I unsnap the tiny front panels of my bra, leaving my nipples completely bare and my round breasts framed like two generous gifts. I unleash my hair and run my hands through it as I continue to grind on Jamie. I can hear him groaning in pleasure and frustration as he catches glimpses of my tits as I writhe on his lap.

             
The men abruptly quiet down and I see that Maximilian has entered the room. We instantly make eye contact. I see him appraising me and narrow his eyes at my companion.

             
Good, I think.
Be jealous.

             
I’m filled with new energy as I unzip my skirt and step out of it, revealing my garters and thong. I lie back on the table and touch myself, arching my back and giving the audience a full side view of the length of my body. My hair cascades down over the side of the table as I undulate to my own touch. I use the heel of my stiletto to push Jamie back to his stool as he
tries
to approach
me.

             
I don’t want to come yet, so I stop what I’m doing and return to my charge, removing his shirt, pants, and boxers so the audience can get a full view of his huge engorged cock. Men like to pretend that other men don’t turn them on, but I know the truth. I slide my body up and down Jamie’s length, turning up my ass at the audience so they can see my swollen cunt and its slick wetness. I turn to face the front, straddling the tip of Jamie’s cock and wiggling my ass to drive him nuts.

             
“Leigh…” he breathes, straining to enter me. I keep my pussy just out of his reach and look for Max’s intense green eyes in the audience. He’s sitting in front now, casually sipping his brandy as if he’s watching a football game. It’s almost convincing, but I can see a vein in his jaw twitch.
His pupils are so dilated his eyes look almost black.
I’m getting to him.

             
I touch myself
and keep cock teasing Jamie. I’m very excited. All those eyes on me makes me so wet that my thong is starting to annoy me. I unclasp my garters and remove it, rubbing it up against Jamie’s nose. His erection is positively throbbing, but I won’t give him release. This performance is about me.

             
I retrieve a second length of rope from the corner of the room and carefully tie Jamie to the chair. He submits very gracefully, considering the circumstances. I give him a nice little lap dance to keep him excited, then grab a spec
ial combination of toy
s for my finale. I climb onto the table and touch myself, rubbing my own juic
es on my breasts. The first toy
I’ll use on myself is a small butt plug. I press it in
carefully;
making sure my audience can see my face as it slides into place
in my tight hole
. It feels amazing, filling me up and stretching me out. I glance at Max and see him lick his lips.
Jamie is also watching me carefully.

             
“I really think this scene would be better if you’d let me fuck the shit out of you right here,” he says.

             
“I’m sure you do,” I chuckle, as I slide a small vibrator over the middle finger of my right hand. The combination of the butt plug and the vibrator on my clit makes my eyes roll back. I can’t keep them open as the pleasure starts to build in me. I won’t be able to last much longer. I stroke my wet lips and clit with the vibe, sending waves of pleasure through me. My tits stand at attention as I lean back on the table. Like last time, I find myself fantasizing about Maximilian doing this to me.

             
I press the vibrator into my cunt more insistently now, letting the pressure build. I squeeze my ass around the plug, imagining Max’s cock there, thinking about milking it with my cheeks. In a moment, I’m coming, screaming as I do. I forget to open my eyes this time, instead focused totally on the sensations curling my toes and leaving every muscle in my body clenching and releasing. My pussy is like a little engine, pulsing out the beats of my orgasm.

             
Even as I finish I feel unsatisfied. I want a real cock in me, and not just any cock. It has to be Max.

             
I hit the lights, bathing my scene in complete darkness.

             
The men in the audience whistle and clamp.

             
I wait a bit, then quickly get dressed and untie Jamie. His cock is still rock hard.

             
“You going to help me out with this?” He asks hopefully.

             
“Not right now. I’m sorry.” I kiss him briefly on the lips and tell him to take my car. I know he’ll probably head back to the gym and get one of his many fans to suck him off. Jami
e will be fine
.
We
bo
th exit the glass room and he
gives me a wry salute, still wearing his mask. I blow him a kiss and turn toward the fire.