Club V E-Book

Jessa James

• Herausgeber: Jessa James
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

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Beschreibung

Unravel:Mr. VanceMy eyes raked over her. The temporary bartender brought into my office because shed seen the virgin auction room. I took in her delicious curves and knew I needed to have her. Except, I would never see her again after tonight. But, I always get what I want, I'm the owner of Club V and I will unravel her in ways she's never experienced. I can barely wait to touch and lick every curve of her virgin body.SamaraI assumed the auction room at Club V was just a rumor. Until I walked into the wrong room. I feared being fired but when the guard brought me to Mr. Vance I was instantly a hot mess. He was gorgeous, arrogant, cocky even and I couldn't take my eyes off the very naked woman wearing a diamond collar standing beside him. The look of lust and sex on her face as he played with her and then the way he watched me, teasing. But, Id never have to see him again after tonight. That is until fate changed everything... God help me!Undone:Taylor Dawson spends her days getting down and dirty as a mechanic at her father's garage, rather than with a hot guy. At nineteen, she's so ready to get rid of her v-card but hasn't found the right man yet. Collecting her roommate from her bartending job at Club V, Taylor stumbles across Club Owner, Jake Mesa, giving a lesson in submission. Tay doesn't think she'd ever be able to obey like the collared woman at Jake's mercy and slips away from the room unnoticed.However, Jake's security footage caught the gorgeous voyeur in his room and now she has his full attention. When Taylor's dad admits to a business disaster that could end not only the garage but his life, she doesn't know where to turn. Then Jake makes her an offer... Will she be able to resist or become completely undone?Uncover:When magazine journalist Penny is offered the opportunity to investigate the virgin auctions at Club V, she leaps at the chance. Especially when she realizes the man shell be interviewing is Pete Wilson, the boy who set out to seduce her in University and made her a subject of ridicule. Now theyre both adults and hes the subject. Penny wants revenge. Can she uncover a seedy underworld to Club V for Expose magazine? Or instead is she about to uncover their bodies and their hearts?

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Unravel

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Epilogue

Undone

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Uncover

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

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About Unravel:

Mr. Vance

My eyes raked over her. The temporary bartender brought into my office because she’d seen the virgin auction room. I took in her delicious curves and knew I needed to have her. Except, I would never see her again after tonight. But, I always get what I want, I'm the owner of Club V and I will unravel her in ways she's never experienced. I can barely wait to touch and lick every curve of her virgin body. 

Samara 

I assumed the auction room at Club V was just a rumor. Until I walked into the wrong room. I feared being fired but when the guard brought me to Mr. Vance I was instantly a hot mess. He was gorgeous, arrogant, cocky even and I couldn't take my eyes off the very naked woman wearing a diamond collar standing beside him. The look of lust and sex on her face as he played with her and then the way he watched me, teasing. But, I’d never have to see him again after tonight. That is until fate changed everything... God help me! 

If cocky men, virgins and angst are your thing read on...

1

The music from the club throbbed and made its way out onto the street where I stood, pausing to catch my breath before making my way into work. The alleyway stank of stale cigarette smoke and worse, something stinking in one of the dumpsters nearby. I gagged a little and steeled myself as I moved toward the door, not ready to end my break just yet. I couldn't put a finger on why I was feeling the way I did that day, but I was anxious about going into work that night and somewhere in the pit of my stomach it seemed like something was just a little…off.

"You never have to do anything you don't want to," I said to myself, sure that I must look like some kind of a lunatic as I stood outside of the club and tried to think of a reason not to go in. There were far too many reasons that I had to be there. If I ever wanted to finish college I was going to have to keep up things at my job. It wasn't the sort of work I had always dreamed of doing, but it was paying the bills, keeping food on the table, and whenever my schooling was all done I would be one of the few people I knew who wasn't weighted down under a pile of student loans. The club paid me well for the work I did, which made it all a little easier to deal with — and it was certainly better than the dozen or so waitressing jobs I had picked up through the end of high school and start of college.

And if I was totally honest with myself, I knew that it was all a necessity. My parents couldn’t afford to send me to college and if I wanted to continue my education and have a career I was going to have to fund it all myself. If they had been able, I knew my parents would have paid for my schooling, housing, and everything else that came along with college life in a heartbeat, but we just didn’t have that kind of lifestyle. My mom had been a secretary at the same law firm since after my younger brother was born. He was only 17 now and she certainly had not been working long enough to work up to any kind of retirement. She joked that she would still be sitting behind the same desk at Keller, Lawson, Waterman, and Keller when she was 75, but deep down I prayed that it would not be the case for her. Money was too tight and she and my dad did everything they could, but I didn’t want to see her working into her golden years.

My dad had been in business for himself since he was very young. He was a mechanic and had started off at one of the local garages in town before working his way up and saving enough to buy his own garage and go into business for himself. It was a successful business and he was a great mechanic, doing the kind of work that made people want to come back to him. He had to have been one of the few honest mechanics working in an area already steeped in poverty and his low prices and trustworthy service made him the sort of guy people wanted to give repeat business to.

But even with all of their hard work it would still never be enough. I didn’t want to be any part of an added burden to my family so I had decided to take on the tuition and housing on my own. If I could save them from any additional worry and ensure that they could help my brother if he needed it when he started college, I was going to do my part. It had always been like that—working together for the common good for our family. I valued them all so much and cherished the relationships we shared.

I looked at my phone. Suzy had already arrived for her shift sometime during my break and I knew she would be wondering where I was if I took any more time to stand out on the sidewalk contemplating my fate. My god, what was wrong with me this evening? Nothing had changed with work and there was no reason for this hesitation. Not a reason I could put my finger on anyway. There was something in the air and I felt like anything was possible that evening, but I wasn’t sure any of it was good.

I pushed the door of the alleyway entrance open and stepped into the area near the back of the bar. A few of the servers were rushing around, dressed in their club issued, all-black attire. The guys had ties in a rich, deep scarlet color that matched the decor around the floor of the club and the girls who waited tables in this area were always instructed to keep their makeup to the same tone. I was just glad that I had the skin tone that worked well with the deep red lipstick I had to wear each night, but upon reflection I had a good idea that we were all hired based on how we would work with the color scheme in the part of the club we would be working in.

There was already a crowd surrounding the bar although it wasn’t late yet, our peak time for club members to show up, and I smiled thinking that there might be an extra tip or two in the cards for me tonight.

“Hey Tommy,” I said giving a wink and a quick shoulder squeeze to one of our Friday night regulars.

“Samara, baby…” he grinned and turned to pull me toward him, ignoring the fact that I was trying to make my way to the employee dressing rooms. “Sweetheart, don’t leave me. You know you’re my favorite.”

I felt his eyes scouring up and down my body as his hand drifted down to my hip and pulled me suddenly against him. I could feel the start of an erection growing in his pants and while a part of me wondered what it would be like to have Tommy Rollins—investment banker to the upper echelons of New Jersey society—be my first, I just smiled and put a hand on his chest.

“And you’re one of mine. Don’t ever forget it.” I gave him a little grind before turning on my heel and heading off in the direction of the dressing room. I let out an inaudible groan under the heavy beat of the club. It would be great to have someone like Tommy be my first—I knew for a fact that he was good in bed and that women were always clawing to get to the front of the line to be with him in the club. But I also had to keep in mind that I was here as a bartender—the co-head bartender with my best friend and roommate, Suzy, and I wouldn’t let the animal attraction I felt to one of the hottest, richest guys in the club jeopardize my job status.

But god, I was aching. Nineteen and still a virgin, I was in the minority among all of my friends, most of whom had given it up when we were in junior high or high school to one of the stupid guys we were surrounded by. Nothing about the thought of losing my virginity to one of these small-town, no future dudes had appealed to me in the least. While it had started off as me making some kind of statement about my standards, now it was just frustrating. I was 19 and I could have sex if I wanted, with anyone I wanted, and there had been so many opportunities. Why hadn’t I taken any of them?

“You know why,” I said to myself as I moved along the back wall of the club, heading to find Suzy getting ready for her shift.

I hadn’t taken up any of the many offers to deflower me because none of them seemed like they would be a good first. So many casual dates and it wasn’t any wonder that none of them had turned into anything. I quickly discovered that a portion of the male population would drop a girl like a hot potato if she wouldn’t have sex by the third date. Strangely, there were some that ran for the hills the moment they found out I was a virgin. I had assumed, and was apparently mistaken, that virginity was valued among men—some kind of trophy they collected. It had never occurred to me that some men were put off or intimidated by it.

And so there had been a long string of guys, mostly assholes, who had given me the heave-ho after I told them I was waiting for the perfect time and perfect person.

I pulled back the velvet curtain that shielded the entrance of the employee dressing area from view. It was tucked back in a corner and down a small hallway, housing the lockers for all of the female servers, dancers, and other employees.

“Heya,” Suzy called from where she sat in front of one of the vanity mirrors. She was planted on a velvet cushion that matched the same red that covered most of the upholstered surfaces in the club.

“Hi, ready for a long night? Looks like the place is pretty crowded.” I took a seat on one of the cushions facing my roommate and watched her as she continued preparing her look for the night.

“Yeah, I think Stew said they were running an ad in one of those flight magazines that caters to…you know, our crowd. Probably a lot of newbies out there tonight. Best to keep our game faces on.”

I nodded. I knew what Suzy meant. There were a few hard rules about our jobs here, most important of which was that we were bartenders—nothing more. There was always room for advancement, but that would entail a different sort of contract negotiation with our manager and probably the big wigs who were over him at the club. With new people in the club that night there was a good chance that they wouldn’t know that we—the bartenders—weren’t on the menu. It was something that could be confusing to people new to the scene, but something we had to remind people from time to time. Even my flirtation with Tommy, while totally above board and the kind of thing expected of me in my role keeping the customers happy, did edge close to a line.

Everyone on the bar and serving staff had to deal with it on occasion. A man or woman who saw us and wanted to do the same things with us that they did with the other people who worked here at Club V. While open sex, partner swapping, and BDSM were all things on the menu at the club, patrons had to understand that the bar staff were not. A giggle had rippled through the small group of new employees at my introductory staff meeting when our manager had said that we weren’t ‘trained’ to do what the other members of the staff were. However, it had always been on the table that a person could move into that line of work at the club if they were interested, but that the two job roles were not to be combined.

I hardly even noticed the sex anymore, now that I was behind the bar almost full-time. When I started off serving there had been more exposure to it as I delivered drinks and small plates to the main floor of the club, which was usually filled with people chatting and enjoying each other’s company, but often got a lot heavier than that. More than once I had delivered a drink to a man who insisted on having a sip of a 50 year scotch while a young blonde woman bounced up and down on his cock wildly. Sex was allowed on the main floor, as it was allowed anywhere in the club, but mostly occurred in the small alcoves that surrounded the large room on the ground floor. The large bar presided over the main room and saw a lot of business, but very often people in the alcoves or down the large hall would order something that had to be delivered to them.

In those early days I saw a lot more than I did now and I no longer noticed the moaning that emanated from the alcoves. The DJ usually kept the music going loud enough to drown that out anyway, or played something that the moans complemented. There was no denying the overtly sensual environment of my workplace. Every inch of the 5,000 square foot club throbbed with a sexual beat and the smell of ylang ylang, sandalwood, and patchouli stirred up the lust of all who entered the place, while simultaneously attempting to mask the unmistakable aroma of sex and pulsing pheromones. I tried not to think about it so often, but it wasn’t odd for me to enter the club and immediately become wet and aroused. That by itself made my current situation that much more difficult to bear.

"How are things going with Kevin?" Suzy asked, pulling me from my thoughts as she looked in the mirror and carefully applied a set of false eyelashes to her left eye. The results were amazing as she leaned back and blinked, taking in her reflection. It was no wonder that Suzy was approached to work here by one of the owners. My good friend and roommate stood about 5 inches taller than me and she looked like she had just walked off the runway at the Victoria's Secret fashion show. Her high, full breasts were a marvel and it made sense why half the men in the club immediately turned their attention toward her stunning figure. Even fully clothed, Suzy was the woman every guy in the club wanted and she was completely out of reach for them.

“Ugh…Kevin. Well, that’s over.”

When I had left our apartment for work earlier in the day I had been on the phone with Kevin, hashing out an argument we had continued from the night before. In the end it looked like we weren’t going to be able to come to any sort of agreement.

Suzy looked my way and gave me a sad frown. Pulling me close, she gave me a hug, careful not to smudge her carefully applied makeup. She had a super thick cat eye look going on tonight and it made her look twice her normally sexy self. She was in school to be a makeup artist so she was always trying out new looks that never failed to impress the clientele at Club V.

“Thanks,” I said as I pulled back from the hug. “I’m just going to freshen up a little bit and then I’ll be out there to join you.”

“See you in a few then,” Suzy said as she stood and smoothed out her tight miniskirt and pulled back the curtain to head out to the bar.

I turned and looked at my own reflection. No one else was coming on shift soon so I had the place to myself and could check out my appearance without anyone witnessing it.

My long, wavy blonde hair was down, the way I usually wore it and had a tousled kind of beachy look to it. No wonder Tommy had reached for me. I had to admit it was about as sexy as my hair ever looked and it made me grin. My hazel eyes, flecked with green looked a little mysterious and were just unique enough that I always got compliments on them, especially in the low light of the club. The sconces, bar, and table lighting provided just the right amount of luminescence to make them sparkle brightly. I had been told more than once that they were mesmerizing and I always tried to do my eye makeup in green and gold tones to accentuate this feature.

My high cheek bones, inherited from my grandmother, didn’t hurt my overall appearance either. I had no need for contouring as it was already there and I was grateful for that small, genetic mercy. A mole above my upper lip had been an annoyance to me as a child, but now it was the sort of provocative beauty mark that men and women alike complimented me on constantly.

I stood then and frowned. The one thing I would change about myself if I could was my height. At five feet, four inches tall I was one of the shorter women on the bar staff and it made reaching things on the high shelves a job for Suzy instead of me. But my weight was in check and my hips flared to a kind of curve that I knew caught the eye of many people I walked past. My breasts were the show stoppers though. I might have been on the short and smaller side at 125 pounds, but my 38C breasts were something I took a lot of pride in showing off whenever I could. The club allowed Suzy and I to wear our own clothing instead of the standard club issued uniforms and she and I usually chose tight, extremely low cut tanks or scoop-necked t-shirts. It was one of the more comfortable things about our job—we got to be the fun girls at the bar and most of the time it didn’t even feel like work.

I smoothed out my own miniskirt and turned to take a look at my backside.

“You’ve got a fabulous ass,” I said to myself with a laugh and turned to make my way back out to the bar, for another night at Club V.

2

“Who’s ready for another round?” I called across the crowded bar, waving a large bottle of reposado tequila toward the patrons with a wink. I received a few ‘whoop’s’ and nods and after I had poured another 12 shots I returned with a $50 bill between my now sweating breasts, placed there ever so generously by Tommy along with his business card, to stand beside Suzy who was adding drinks to a tab.

“Seriously, the ad must have worked. I cannot believe how many new faces I’m seeing here tonight.”

Suzy was right. The place was buzzing with the energy of new visitors to the club and I hoped it meant that plenty of them would be signing up for membership. I knew that once a lot of these people got a taste of what the club had to offer they would have a hard time not returning to scratch the itch it inevitably infected them with.

“You’re doing a great job,” I said, bumping her with my hip. “Really, the place hasn’t been like this in a long time and I think Stew is going to noticed we’ve stepped up to the plate.”

“Look who’s talking,” Suzy said as she grinned and looked down at the $50 bill I pulled out of my cleavage. “Girl, they love you here. Don’t you ever forget it. They couldn’t ask for a better bartender than you. You’re going places.”

I smiled, happy that the strange feeling in my stomach from earlier in the night had left me. I was still uncertain where it had all been coming from. Maybe it was nothing more than my run in with Kevin on the phone that had made me feel funny about coming into work tonight. Either way, I put the thoughts aside and focused on what was in front of me. Suzy was right—I was making tips hand over fist and at this rate I would be able to pay down double on my loans this month. I knew how lucky I was to have this job and there was nothing in the world that was going to lure me away from the club.

“Ladies!” My brief reverie was over as our manager, Stew, made his way through the crowd and behind the bar. Stew was a massive guy at 6’7’ and 290 pounds. A former linebacker, he was now in charge of all the sales here at the club.

He looked around and motioned a hand down the length of the bar. “You two are amazing. Thank you so much for taking on the extra burden of all the new patrons. I don’t think the owners knew just how well it was going to pay off when they placed that ad, but here we are and it looks like it’s going to be amazing.”

“Happy to see it,” I said with a genuine smile.

“Now that I’ve sufficiently oiled the cogs, I do have a favor to ask you specifically, Samara.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Okay?”

“I know tomorrow is your day off, but—”

“Do you need me to come in? That’s no problem.” I blurted the words out. I was always happy to pick up an extra shift.

Stew shook his head. “Well, not exactly. I’m going to bump Lori up to help out Suzy tomorrow night, but I was wondering if you would be able to go to the New York location tomorrow night? They have a big event and combined with the added traffic because of that ad campaign, they need as many hands on deck as they can get. You’ll be paid time and a half.”

My eyes went wide. I had never worked at the New York location of Club V before. I hadn’t ever stepped a foot inside the place, but I knew about it by reputation. And the reputation was that they pulled in the real high rollers. Sure, here in New Jersey we saw quite a bit of money coming through the doors thanks to the people who lived in bedroom communities out here and worked high paying jobs in the city, as well as the folks who had jobs in the gambling industry or who were making their money that way.

But New York City! Bright lights, big city…and people with crazy, insatiable sexual appetites. I guess I just needed to hope that they liked their drinks bottomless as well.

“Absolutely. No problem, Stew. I didn’t have anything on my schedule anyway.” I gave Suzy a glance, thinking of our earlier conversation regarding my now defunct relationship with Kevin.

“Great! I’ll make the call and let them know you’ll be there. Shift starts at 7:00 pm, maybe show up a little earlier so that they can show you the lay of the land. Oh, and you’ll need to grab one of the Club V button down blouses. They’re a little more strict about the look the bartenders have going on at that location.”

I nodded excitedly and kept myself from rushing Stew with a hug. He talked to us a little more about some upcoming events at the club and then disappeared back into his office.

Suzy turned to look at me, her eyes wide. “You’re going to work at NYC!”

“Just for a night…”

“Yeah, but you never know what it could turn into. And my god, you know how much money they see at that location…well, I mean, we don’t really know, but you know it is like major. That $50 Tommy slid between your boobs? Yeah, try something closer to $1000 in New York. Have you ever even seen a $1000 bill?” Suzy leaned against the wall and let out a breathless sigh.

“I doubt anyone is going to slide $1000 between my boobs.”

Suzy shook her head. “You’re right, that’s not how they roll up there.” She leaned in close to whisper with a giggle. “They’ll try to slide it in your pussy!”

I swatted at her and glared momentarily before going to fill another glass of wine. When I returned she was still laughing.

“But seriously, Samara, you know you’re going to have to watch it up there. I’ve never been, but I’ve heard that they do things a little differently around that place. You know what they say…about that room.”

Anyone unfamiliar with the reputation of Club V wouldn’t know what ‘room’ Suzy was talking about, but having worked at the New Jersey location for a year now I was well aware of the rumors that surrounded the club.

People said it was an auction room where men could come to buy women for their own pleasure and purposes. It was all rumored, of course, and no one that either Suzy or I knew had ever seen one of the rooms. Club V had a nationwide presence and they were growing by the year. If the rumors were true, Club V had an auction room at all of their major locations—New York, Los Angeles, Las Vegas, Chicago, and Dallas. What happened in those auction rooms a person could only dream about because as far as I knew, no living breathing person that I had ever met, with any connection to the club, had ever stepped foot inside one.

“You know, that could all be some kind of an urban legend. You know how those kinds of stories get started. Probably a waitress at one of the places saw something happening in one of the private rooms she didn’t understand, she told a friend and there you go. It’s a game of telephone and no one knows where it started.”

Suzy shrugged and handed one of the bar patrons a receipt to sign. “All I’m saying is…” she moved closer to me to speak in a hushed tone. “You need to keep your head high and stay strong at a place like that. You know why I’m here? I know I can trust Stew. I wouldn’t be here if we didn’t have the kind of manager I knew I could put my complete trust in. While I have faith in the Club V brand—you know as well as I do how well they vet their members—NYC is the biggest club they have and I’ve heard stories about what some of the people show up there wanting. Sure, there’s BDSM going on around here but I’d say it’s pretty light. New York has the most elite, exclusive kind of access. They cater to their patrons’ every whim. You just need to make sure you don’t catch anyone’s eye or become a whim.”

I rolled my eyes. “Look, I’ll be wearing the uniform. And like you said—the place is super elite and exclusive. If the guys here know that we aren’t to be bothered, I am certain that the members at that location are aware of the rule as well.”

Suzy finally nodded. “I really am happy for you, Samara. I know that working time and a half at NYC will probably be close to two weeks of your regular work here and I know you can use that cash. Honestly, I’m probably a little jealous.” She said the last bit with a grin. “And feel free to give my number to any of the eligible ones you run into. If they’re members at the NYC location then there aren’t any stipulations about me dating them.”

I nodded and smiled at my best friend. “That’s right, your own personal matchmaker right here. What in the world would you do without me?”

She waved her hand nonchalantly. “Keep dating losers, clearly.”

“You’ve had better luck than I have,” I said with a hint of bitterness in my voice. It would have been really great to have any of the short lived relationships I had been involved in since I first started college turn out to be more than just passing time, but I had almost resigned myself to no longer worrying about getting dates. There would always be men, that much I knew. I would be doing myself a favor if I spent time focusing on school and work.

“True,” Suzy agreed. She was looking out over the crowd as it began to thin.

Later in the evening people moved on to the alcoves or the private areas. The private rooms filled up quickly, the first of which were always the voyeur rooms with a glass panel in the voyeur hall. I had trekked down that hall several times but it never failed to shock and titillate when I realized I was surrounded on all sides by naked bodies, writhing in pleasure.

From our station at the main bar we could look out across the expanse of the large main room and see the pool where a few people were in skimpy bathing suits or nothing at all. It was all quite spectacle this time of night, but at the bar things began to quiet. There would still be a few people there for drinks, those who had already partaken of whatever they were going to do at the club that night, or those who treated the bar like what it was—a place where they could air their troubles to a kind listening ear. And in the case of me, Suzy, and everyone else tending at Club V, our patrons got an eyeful to carry home with them every evening.

“I wouldn’t hate to have a wealthy guy though, you know, like one of the sort we see around here,” Suzy mused.

I surveyed the room. “You really think you want a guy who would show up here?”

She shrugged as she started wiping down an area behind the bar.

“Of course not here, specifically, since it isn’t allowed. But yeah, I think I wouldn’t mind a guy from one of the other clubs. Just to get treated well for a little while.”

I thought carefully about what I was going to say next. No one was around to hear me and I would never say anything in front of a patron, but I had reservations about some of these guys.

“You don’t mind…you know, what they’re into? Some of them can get a little scary.”

“I know what you mean. There are a few, really vanilla guys, around here though. I’m sure NYC has some folks who are just there to fuck or watch other people. Not everyone is into butt plugs and ball gags, but I’m not judging your taste, Samara.” She elbowed me with a laugh.

I just smiled and brushed her off. “Yeah, I really don’t think that’s my style.”

Suzy gave me a half smile. “You’ll never know until you try. Have you given that much thought?”

“Butt plugs and ball gags?”

Suzy rolled her eyes. “No, finally handing in that v-card of yours. I don’t ever want to put any pressure on you and I know you have your reasons, but I think it might be a good thing for you to just let go a little. It doesn’t have to be perfect the first time. I’d challenge you to find many people who would describe their first time as perfect. It’s usually clumsy and messy and awkward.”

I cleared away a few glasses and stacked them in a drainer where they would later be taken to the back to be washed.

“You make love sound like so much fun, Suzy. Really, anyone would be champing at the bit to get at something like that.”

She held a finger in the air. “Ah, see! That’s where you’re confused. You’re talking about love and I’m talking about some good, old-fashioned fucking. Just letting loose and going after it with a guy. Find one a little older, make sure he knows what he’s doing. They say making sure they can dance is a good indicator. Just find yourself one and go for it.” Suzy reached out and rubbed my arm. “You’ve got the body of a goddess! There are dozens of guys here every night who would die to get into bed with you. And if they knew you were a virgin…holy shit, Samara. Men worship women in that situation.”

I frowned at her. She absolutely knew that wasn’t the kind of response I had encountered when guys I dated found out I had never had sex.

“Umm, what? No way. Every guy I’ve dated hasn’t been into that. Or wanted to push me so far, so fast, that I had to get away.”

“That is because you are dating boys, baby. It’s time you found yourself a man to date. I’m serious. You need to find yourself a full-grown gentleman who knows what’s up. Keep your eyes peeled in NYC. Those executive types are always crowding those places. You need to find one to help you out and then never let that guy go.”

3

The train ride into the city the next evening was long and unfamiliar. I could have driven but that would have just been a nightmare. I had found a subway map on my phone and was referring to it every once in a while to make sure I didn’t miss my stop. Unwilling to be mistaken for a tourist, I held my head high and tried to give off an air of knowing what I was doing, even though I was a little afraid to be traveling to the city on my own. It wasn’t something I did much of and though I felt very confident in my own abilities, I couldn’t let my guard slip and discount the kind of crime that women sometimes experienced on public transit.

It was a rude reminder a few stops down the line, when an older man got on the train and stood in front of my seat, his crotch almost in my face. I got up and moved down the train only to find him close at my heels. Uncertain of his intentions—whether pervy or just downright criminal—I stood next to another woman and watched the man as he stopped and stared at me, a wide, gold-toothed grin spreading across his face.

It had been a mistake to get on the train already dressed for work. Fishnets, heels, and a miniskirt spelled one thing to people on the train and I just hoped that I looked high end if they were going to make their assumptions. For the duration of the ride I ignored the unwanted attention and finally reached my stop, hopping up and rushing out the doors, along the platform, and up the steps to the street level.

Club V was only a few blocks away from the subway stop and I made it there in almost no time without any further issues from people I met on the street. This Club V, much like the one back at home, was understated from the outside. It seemed to be more of an issue of discretion here though, as many of their clients were actually elite members of society. Sure, back home we had our own and often entertained men that were known to be part of mob families, but here they entertained actors, diplomats, members of the news media, and politicians who were in town making the rounds on various news outlets.

Club V NYC was in what had at one point been a textile factory. It was two stories and each story was slightly exaggerated in height, with the tall windows so common to factories built over a hundred years ago. Most of these windows appeared to be blacked out from the inside to maintain the ambiance Club V was known for, but the beauty of the old building was rather stunning from the outside. Other than the words “CLUB V” on an engraved brass plate near the front door, a person would never know what happened behind these walls. I had a feeling many still didn’t, because you couldn’t use Google to find out much about this place. I knew because I had tried many times before I took the initial job offer over a year before.

I made my way around the side and pressed a button on the employee entrance.

“Yes?” A voice rang out over an intercom.

“Umm…hi. I’m Samara, Samara Tanza. From the New Jersey location. I’m here to bartend for the evening.”

There was a pause and for a moment I wondered if I was going to be turned away and dreaded the long train ride back home.

“Right, right. I’ll buzz you in.”

There was a buzz and a click and I was able to open the heavy door that stood between me and the inside of Club V. It was so heavy that it shut behind me quickly and hard, pushing me inside the small foyer. It was total blackness for a moment and I had to give my eyes a second to adjust to the absence of light. After a few seconds it was clear that it wasn’t truly dark inside, only dim and especially so in this small area of the club.

A woman in a short, skin-tight red bandage dress appeared as if from nowhere and smiled at me, offering her hand in greeting.

“Samara…it’s a delight to meet you. I’m Elle, the director of staffing here. Why don’t you follow me. Jake wanted to see you before you were sent to orientation with one of our lead bartenders.”

I wasn’t sure who Jake was, but assumed that he was the NYC version of Stew and so I followed Elle down the hall to one of the offices.

“Jake is one of our co-owners. He just wanted to do a little run down of a few company policies and let you know what the expectations are here at the NYC location. I’m sure it’s all mostly what you’ve been used to in New Jersey, but there may be a few differences. We pride ourselves on maintaining a very exclusive list of members and do everything we can to preserve their privacy. I think you’ll understand what I’m getting at there.”

I nodded, then realizing she couldn’t see me as I followed her, so I spoke up. “Oh, right. Of course. Yes, we never talk about any of our patrons outside of the club.”

“That’s great,” Elle said. I could hear the smile in her voice. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy getting to know Jake. Here’s his office.”

The office was on the far corner and the door opened to reveal some of those massively tall windows I had seen from the outside, only these weren’t covered and the late evening light filtered into the dim office.

“Jake, this is Samara,” Elle said. She smiled and shut the door behind her, leaving me standing there as Jake turned around slowly in his office chair and stood to greet me.

He grinned as he stood there with his hands stuffed in his front pockets, the light gray suit he wore was well-tailored and fit him perfectly. He was a tall, stunning picture of a man with jet black hair, full lips, olive skin and eyes that hovered somewhere between blue and gray.

I was silent and realized I had been staring, and that he had been also. Unsure of who was expected to speak first, I finally spoke up.

“Hi…Jake.”

He nodded. “I like to see all the new people we bring on board. Just to get an idea of who is new on the floor and who might need some assistance.” He moved around his desk and came forward to greet me, reaching out a hand to shake mine. “Samara? Lovely name.” His words were like butter. I was sure but it sounded like he had the slightest hint of an accent and that made this already incredible looking hunk of a man even more attractive.

“Thank you,” I said, trying to play it as cool as I could. If everyone around this place looked half as good as Jake did, it was going to be a long, but fun night full of eye candy.

“I hope you’ll enjoy your time here. And not that I am looking to poach someone from one of our other locations, but you can be certain that someone of your calibre is always welcome here at Club V NYC. I’ve heard what a great bartender you’ve been in Jersey and you come highly recommended.”

I felt my face flush. “Well, Stew is really kind. I’ve enjoyed working at Club V over the past year and couldn’t imagine a better place for myself.”

Jake rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “What are your long-term goals regarding employment with us?”

No one had ever asked me that question before, other than Stew when he promoted me to bartender after I had been serving for a few months.

“I’ve really enjoyed bartending. To be honest with you it’s the thing that I’m doing to pay for my college tuition. It’s been great for that. The tips are wonderful and I’ve been able to pay for everything myself so far, without any help from my parents.”

Something seemed to flash across Jake’s face. “How old are you?”

“Nineteen,” I answered, not missing a beat.

“Wow…I guess I just assumed you were a little older than that. Oh well, still legal.”

The phrase jarred me and I was sure my eyes went wide.

“I mean…legal to bartend in both New Jersey and New York,” he added with a laugh. “But seriously, did you ever want to move beyond that here?”

It was dawning on me what Jake, one of the co-owners of Club V, was asking me. This guy not only owned this club, he was part owner in all the clubs across the United States and now there was one in every state.

Calm yourself, Samara. He asks every single woman who darkens this door the same question. Now answer him.

“You mean…am I interested in working the floor?”

Working the floor. It was what we called it. It was what the women who did it called it, rather than being too blunt about it. ‘I work the floor at Club V’ was something you could say in public and sound respectable, when the truth was that working the floor meant that you were paid for sex with one or many men, with varying degrees of BDSM and other acts mixed in.

“That’s what I’m asking you, yes.”

I would be lying if I said that I hadn’t considered working the floor before. I knew the kind of money the girls made and it was so tempting. While they had contracts with the club, they were also allowed to carry on ‘professional relationships’ with the most elite club members outside of the club, with Club V acting as a sort of intermediary or broker in the dealings. That part was all hush-hush. What went on in the club was private and everyone knew it. No one spoke of it outside of the club. Members paid high prices to keep this out of the news.

What all the employees knew was that it was something skirting several different legal lines and that all it would take was one single bust and the wrong thing on the books and the entire thing would be up in smoke. It was organized prostitution on a massive scale, or at least that was how law enforcement and the government would see it if they ever decided to dive deep enough. My guess had always been that Club V had its hooks deep enough in some big fish and that was what prevented any of the locations from being raided.

But was I interested in doing that sort of work myself? I knew we were allowed to set our own comfort levels. I could have been out there on the floor doing nothing but sitting on laps, a few kisses here and there, maybe a hand job from time to time. But I knew that the women who got into it planning only to go so far rarely maintained their boundaries. It was tempting once you got out there, especially when you were being wined and dined by one of the finest men you had ever laid eyes on. When he was telling you over and over again how much he wanted you. That he wanted to take you back to one of the rooms, spread your legs, and dive head first into your pussy. It made me tingle just thinking about it.

Of course I had considered it. And I might have done it if I wasn’t still a virgin. For me that had been the linchpin. I wasn’t going to give myself up just for that. The money was good, but it wasn’t that good. I didn’t need that cash that badly.

I shook my head at Jake. “No, I’m not interested in working the floor right now.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Not right now, so perhaps in the future?”

I smiled and lowered my eyes slightly. “There are a few things in my personal life I’d like to get sorted before I consider something like that.”

Jake nodded and regarded me thoughtfully, moving closer to me. I breathed in sharply, realizing we were only inches apart. I wasn’t sure if it was the effect of the club or if I was truly attracted to this man or some combination of the two. He reached out a hand and brushed my hair away from my face.

“Well, keep it in mind if you are ever interested. As far as I’m concerned, there is a standing offer here for you.”

“I appreciate that.” His hand rested lightly on my shoulder and I could feel my heart racing.

“There’s only one thing,” he said, frowning and looking down at my blouse. “Your buttons. Do you mind?”

Oh god, had I forgotten to button one of the buttons on my shirt? Was that why I had been getting all the attention on the train? Maybe I had been putting on a peep show for all the riders.

“N-no…” I stammered.

Deftly, Jake unbuttoned two of the buttons on my blouse, opening it up to reveal an ample amount of cleavage and a hint of the scarlet lace of my bra. Then he removed his hand and backed away politely.

“Club V NYC standards—top four buttons must be unbuttoned. You can head back down the hall and to your right. Celeste will be there to show you around the bar and get you settled.”

I left Jake’s office stunned. I wasn’t sure what I had thought was going to happen, but him unbuttoning my blouse hadn’t been it. I didn’t think there had been anything truly sexual or inappropriate about it. Honestly, brushing my hair back away from my face was probably worse than the unbuttoning itself. The guy had given me no indication he was attracted to me. The more I thought about it as I walked back down the dimly lit hallway, the more I started to believe that this was probably the line that every girl who walked through the doors of this club to work was fed. Of course they would rather have a young woman on the floor rather than behind the bar.

And my age. That was the kicker. I looked older, so I would not have pulled in the crowd that are looking for the younger ones, but knowing that I was only 19 would really do it for some of these guys. Plus the virgin thing…I made a mental note to keep that to myself. Suzy knew, but Suzy was my best friend and she was back home. There was no need for anyone at this particular establishment to know that small detail about my personal life.

The bar was right where Jake said it would be and I found Celeste standing there looking over an inventory sheet.

“Hi, Celeste?”

She looked up from her clipboard and appeared only slightly annoyed to have been interrupted. I was quickly able to verify that 4 buttons unbuttoned was indeed the Club V NYC standard.

“You must be Samara. Welcome to my bar.” She waved her hand in a sweeping motion. “It is my bar. You’ll need to remember that. I know you’re up to your own standard back home and I’m sure that’s a high one and that’s fine. But keep in mind that this is my place, I rule the roost, and while I’m happy to help you out at first, you are here to assist me. It’s not the other way around.”

I nodded. “Got it.”

She gave me a once over. “I see you’ve met with Jake and he’s apprised you of our button policy.” She rolled her eyes. “He’s harmless for the most part. I’m starting to wonder if it’s an inside joke between him and the other owners. Anyway, as long as you aren’t ready to run right out of the place and file a sexual harassment law suit, I’m going to assume you’re ready to start?”

“Yup, ready to go.”

Celeste put the clipboard down. She had a short and serious looking bob and I could tell that everything about this woman was no nonsense.

“So, our setup is pretty standard. I don’t think you’ll have any trouble behind the bar. We get really busy on Saturday nights and with the ad campaign we’re expecting about twice the usual number. I’m not entirely sure that they thought this all the way through, but we’re going to have to manage.”

Celeste sounded exasperated. “Along with all of this, we’ve also had a few of our girls move up to floor work here on the main floor as well as upstairs. Do you work the second floor at your club?”

I shook my head. “Not anymore. I used to work it a little off and on when I first started.”

“Same sort of setup here, if you do end up going up there. Main open air lounge, a few private spaces, and the sky bar.”

The sky bar was one of the few things that drew attention to Club V. I wasn’t sure how it would be set up at this location with the kind of architecture the building had going on, but back home the sky bar was a bar that opened up onto a balcony. Plenty of people came to the front door requesting admittance, thinking they could just pop up and have a drink. It seemed to be good advertising and members were far enough away from street level that they were still able to maintain some privacy.

“Overall we have the same basic setup across our various locations, only New York is the biggest. You’ll find it may be a little wilder here than you are used to and I don’t know if you’ve been told to be on your guard, but you should. I wouldn’t say people here are aggressive, but sometimes they get into a state and aren’t paying attention to who is bar staff and who is working the floor, although it should be pretty clear.”

I knew what she meant by that. There were floor workers back home, but it wasn’t the bulk of the business. It would be too risky to make Club V what boiled down to a brothel. Most people met there for sex. It was more about being in the open with it and finding people who wanted to engage in the same activity as you did. The floor workers were just a perk and part of what kept the place entertaining.

A crowd of businessmen approached the bar then and Celeste’s entire demeanor changed. “Gentlemen! What can we get you guys this evening?” Her smile was coy and she gave one of the guys a wink as they all sidled up to the bar. Taking their orders we both began mixing drinks and she turned to me to speak softly.

“You’re going to do fine. This place is bigger, the people are more important, but you’re here to do the same thing.” She looked out over the crowd. “But brace yourself. I think it’s going to be a bumpy night.”

“Cece? We’re out of vermouth.” One of the bartenders from the other end of the bar called out and it took me a minute to realize he was speaking to Celeste. It had been a very busy night with lots of martini orders and now at midnight it looked like we were out of a crucial component.

“Check the stock room,” she replied, trying to keep a smiling face for the patrons in front of her. She was a wiz at the bar and it was no wonder that the men liked to get as close to her as they could. She had the sort of sassy wit that challenged them in conversation, but she was completely out of reach. I found out over the course of the evening that Celeste was happily married to her wife and they had two beautiful children.

“Nope, that’s where I got this bottle.” The bartender held up and waved around an empty vermouth bottle. “It was the last one.”

“Goddammit,” Celeste cursed under her breath. “Make sure we order more on Monday. Samara…” she turned to me and narrowed her eyes. “I think I know where we have some extra stock, but it’ll be in one of the storage rooms on the second floor. I would call up there and have one of them run it down, but they never answer the phone at the sky bar. Go back to the storage area, take the freight elevator up to the second floor, and it’ll deposit you in a hallway. Go right and then left and then right again and there will be a door on your left. Check there for the vermouth. And if there isn’t any there just go steal a bottle or two from the sky bar.”

“Got it,” I said as I squeezed past the rest of the bar staff and headed back to the storage area. The freight elevator was easy enough to find and fired up when I pressed the buttons. It let me out just where Celeste said it would, but by the time the thing reached the landing I had already forgotten the exact directions that Celeste had given me. There was a right and then a left and a door on the left?

I made my way down the hall, turned left, headed down that hallway and instead of coming to any doors I came to a hall on the right and one on the left. Ahead of me I could keep going and I would be on the main part of the second floor. I took a left down the hall, away from the pulsing beats the DJ was churning out, and eventually came to a door. It wasn’t on the left though, which confused me, but I opened it and stepped into darkness. It sure looked like a supply room.

I felt along the wall for a light switch, but found nothing. I had my phone in my pocket which I could use as a flashlight if I needed to, but I felt out in front of me to see what exactly I was facing.

My hands touched velvet and went right through the curtain. Suddenly I realized that wherever I was, it was much more spacious than a supply room. When I pushed past the curtain and into a dimly lit area, I could tell that I had definitely taken a wrong turn, but I was too shocked by what I saw to turn around and run.

4

Part of me wondered what the fuck I was looking at, while another part knew exactly what it was.

At the back of this large room was a stage and on this stage stood five completely naked women, each of whom were collared. There was an auctioneer taking bids on one of the women in the middle of the stage. It all looked very civilized as I saw the gentlemen in the room seated in round booths, some on their own, some with other women, some with what I assumed were business associated.

“This is Clara,” the auctioneer read from a leather-bound journal on a podium. “She is 22, a senior at NYU, and has studied ballet for the past 17 years. Turn around for us please, Clara.”

I watched as Clara did what she was told, totally mesmerized and aghast at what I was seeing and hearing. They truly were auctioning off women here on the second floor of Club V.

“Clara, like all of our lovely young ladies here this evening, meets all the standard requirements. She is a virgin and as you can tell by the emerald collar, she is willing to engage in sex, a little bondage, and…anal? Do you do anal, Clara?”

Clara turned and smiled coyly at the auctioneer and the crowd and nodded.

“Ah, very good. Why don’t you bend over for our bidders.”