The Private Club 3 (6 page)

“I think I’m going to come
,” he groaned into my ear and I opened my eyes to see his face. His eyes were full of desire, and he increased his pace. The water was splashing higher now, and I wrapped my legs around him tighter, enjoying watching him about to orgasm. “Are you nearly there?” he whispered and stilled, looking at me searchingly.

“No.” I bit my lip as I spoke honestly and moved my hips against him gently.

“Oh, shit,” he groaned, and I felt his body shuddering as he came inside of me. “Oh, Meg.” He held on to me tight as his lips sought mine. He withdrew from me slowly and looked back up at me with a determined look in his eyes. “You didn’t come?”

“No.” I shook my head and he smiled wickedly.

“I guess I’ll have to change that to a yes.” He grabbed my body and held me as he swam to the steps. He pulled me out of the pool with him and quickly ran to get some towels. He came back with three large white towels and laid one flat on the side of the pool. “Lie down.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me down to the towel. “Are you cold?” he asked as he noticed my shivering.

“I’m fine.”

“Let me warm you up a bit.” He grabbed another one of the towels, unfolded it, and gently started rubbing my body dry. “I don’t want you to get a cold. How does this feel?”

“It feels nice.” I nodded and smiled at him. It felt nice to be rubbed down by Greyson. It made me feel like he actually cared about me.

“Now, lie back and spread your legs.” He grinned at me wickedly. “I’ve got some work to do.”

I stared up at him and tried not to sigh. Just when I thought it might
have been about more than sex, he said or did something that brought me back down to earth.

“You are so beautiful to me.” Greyson stared at me and started singing.

“Is that a song?”

“No, it’s a fact.” He winked and then I felt his fingers kneading my breasts as he kissed my stomach and licked my belly button. “You
look like an angel and you taste like a sinner.”

“I don’t feel like much of an angel
,” I groaned as he kissed farther down and buried his face in my pussy. “Oh, Greyson.” I reached down and grabbed his hair. His tongue felt warm and soft against my coldness, and I squirmed beneath him as his lips sucked and kissed me. His tongue slowly moved back and forth on my clit, and I grabbed his hair harder. “Please,” I moaned, wriggling around in ecstasy. I wanted to feel more of him everywhere. I needed to feel him inside of me.

Greyson didn’t play games with me this time. His tongue entered me skillfully, teasing and tormenting me as his fingers played with my clit. I couldn’t believe how exquisite the pleasure was. I could feel every nerve ending in my body tingling and crying out. I felt as if I were on the edge of a cliff and there was a cool breeze that was aching to push me over. I was so close to just falling and letting nature do what she wanted to with me. I was so close to becoming one with the wind. I just needed one last push.

I screamed out when Greyson pulled his tongue out of me. “No, don’t stop!” I begged, not caring that I was squirming beneath him. My hands reached down and pushed his head back between my legs. “I’m so close,” I whispered pitifully.

“Tell me how it feels
,” he growled at me and licked my clit again.

“It feels like I’m going to explode
,” I moaned. “Please.”

“Please, who?”

“Greyson!” I cried out. He grinned and then pulled me up quickly.

“Get on all fours
,” he commanded me. “That’s it.”

I kneeled on the ground and waited for what was next. Greyson swiveled me around so that my ass was facing him and I felt his thumb rubbing me gently.

“What are you doing?” I gasped and jumped slightly as he grazed my asshole.

“Don’t worry, Meg.” He laughed as he came up behind me. I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance, but instead of entering me, he gently rubbed my clit. I buckled forward slightly and he laughed
again. “You’re still so wet for me.” I didn’t answer him. Instead, I braced myself for the pleasure I knew was coming.

I didn’t have to wait long. My first orgasm occurred as soon as he entered me. I felt my pussy walls tighten on his hard cock and my whole body shook as the orgasm hit me. That seemed to turn him on even more because he grabbed my hips and grunted as he moved in and out of me.

“I love to feel it when you orgasm.” He groaned. “It makes me harder knowing that I’m responsible for bringing you so much pleasure.”

“Oh, please don’t stop.” I gyrated my hips back into him, relishing in the fact that I could feel another orgasm building up.

“I’m sorry I didn’t make you come in the pool.” He sounded annoyed with himself. “I don’t want you to think that I don’t care about you being taken care of.”

“It’s okay.” I moaned as I gripped the towel to steady myself. “You’re making up for it now.
”

Greyson pulled out of me suddenly and flipped me onto my back before entering me again.

“I like looking into your eyes when I orgasm.” He kissed me urgently as his cock filled me to the brim. “It makes it feel more special.”

I looked into his eyes at that moment and there was a light there that I had never seen before. I felt my body burning in that moment. I felt so high and powerful.
Everything felt heightened, and as we stared at each other, I felt like I was flying. My heart and my soul were soaring, and as we climaxed together, I knew that this was another moment that I wouldn’t forget for the rest of my life.
 

***

I dried my skin with the large white fluffy towel Greyson had given me and tried not to let my feelings of guilt overwhelm me. I knew as sure as I knew that the sky was blue that I was falling for Greyson. Had already fallen for Greyson, if I were honest.

I wanted to laugh at the irony of it all. I was the girl
who didn’t believe in love at first sight. I was the girl who’d scoffed when friends told me they’d found the one after a few dates. What was the one really? Was there really one person for everyone? I’d always thought that God had forgotten me. Where was my one? I’d somehow made it through life without any great loves and I didn’t want Greyson to be the one.

My breath caught and I felt tears welling in my eyes as I realized the truth that I hadn’t wanted to acknowledge. I was falling in love with Greyson Twining and I didn’t
want to. I didn’t want my heart to skip every time I saw him. I didn’t want my stomach to flip when I thought about him. I didn’t want to be able to close my eyes and picture him next to me. I didn’t want to be able to smell him in the air. I didn’t want to feel like my world was going to end if he turned out to be the devil I thought he was. Because then who did that make me? What sort of person gave themselves to a man like him?

I blinked away the tears and saw that Greyson had left his watch on the floor. I bent down and picked it up, trying to ignore the slight excitement that was bubbling in the pit of my stomach. I had just been with Greyson less than ten minutes ago, but I was already excited to see him again.

I slowly put my clothes on. I didn’t care about the other tests. I wasn’t going to take them. I had already decided that I was leaving at the end of the day. It seemed odd to me that I’d only been here for a few days. It felt like years. I felt like I’d known Greyson my whole life, but I hadn’t even known him a week.

I could feel my head pounding as a headache came on. I placed Greyson’s watch in my pocket and walked to his office. I
slowly opened the door, but the room was empty. I sighed as I realized that he wasn’t there.

I decided to walk to his private living room to see if he was there. As I walked
, I thought about the evening Greyson had sung to me and how we had danced around the room. It had reminded me of a scene from a movie. An old romantic movie. A movie where the men were still men and knew how to treat a lady.

I arrived at Greyson’s study and paused as I looked through the window. Greyson was lying down on the couch
, and he appeared to be reading a book. I stood there and watched him for a few minutes. He looked so peaceful and so handsome. My heart ached for myself and for Greyson. What demons were eating him up inside?

“He’s very handsome, isn’t he?” Patsy’s voice surprised me as she stood next to me. I looked at her with wide eyes, but she wasn’t looking at me as she spoke. “He’s a wonderful man
, Greyson is.”

“I don’t really know him
,” I mumbled.

“No, you don’t. I’ve known him a long time.” Her voice sounded wistful. “I was his first employee here at the club.”

“Oh.” I looked at her in surprise. “I didn’t know that.”

“Why would you?”
she said dismissively as she looked at me with a slight sneer.

“You must know a lot of what goes on here?”

“I do.” She nodded and stepped back. “I know everything.”

“And you still work here?” I asked softly, hoping to get more information.

“Of course I still work here. Greyson knows he can trust me.” She made a face. “I love him, you know.” She looked back through the window at Greyson. “And love means loving someone no matter who they are.”

“Oh.” I stared at her carefully then. “I didn’t know.”

“I’ve loved him from the beginning. I thought at one point that my love could change him. Or at least save him.” She sighed. “You can’t help who you love.”

“Does he love you?”

“He doesn’t do love.” She shook her head and then looked at me with a mean expression. “What are you even doing here? You should be in a test room.”

“I was just walking around.”

“I already told you that could get you in trouble.”

“I should get going
,” I said reluctantly and she nodded.

I walked away quickly and slowed as I rounded the corner. I peeked back and watched as Patsy knocked on the door and entered the room. I
quickly returned to the doorway and held my ear up against the door. At first, the sounds were muffled, but I realized that was due to the loud beating of my heart. I took a couple of deep gulps of air to control my breathing and tried listening again.

“Greyson, it’s for the best.” I could hear Patsy’s voice clearly now
, and it sounded like she was pleading. “We should leave. We can start over. You know I’ll always support you.”

“No, Patsy. I’m not going to leave.”

“But you have to. She knows what happened and now—”

He cut her off angrily.
“How do you know she knows?”

“She told me.” Her voice was tight. “And there are others.”

“There are others who want to do what?”

“They want to take you down, Greyson.” Her voice was frightened. “It’s not safe here anymore.”

“I don’t run from the truth, Patsy. This is my club.”

“But, Greyson
,” she pleaded.

“You need to leave now.” His voice was curt.

“Okay.” She bit back a sob. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you. She will be the undoing of you and me.”

I ran back around the corridor quickly
, opened the door to a room, and slipped in to hide. I watched Patsy leave Greyson’s room with a dejected face and tried not to feel emotional.

I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t realized just how in love with Greyson she was. Did he love her? Had he ever loved her? Had they ever been intimate? I cringed at the thought and ignored the sick feeling that was building up in the pit of my stomach.

I left the room and ran back to Greyson’s study. I was about to knock on the door when I realized it was still slightly ajar and he was on a call.

“Brandon, it’s Greyson.” His voice was smooth as he spoke. I peeked an eye through the opening to spy at him as he talked on the phone. His features looked hard and his body looked tense. “We have a big problem. No, I don’t want you coming and bringing your girlfriend with you again.” He paused
, and I could see him pacing back and forth. “Look, Brandon, I need your advice. We have a Maria problem going on right now.”

I fell backwards then and clasped my hand over my mouth. The blood drained from my face
as I walked quickly back to my room. Was that the real reason why Maria was dead? Had she found too much information about the club? Had she threatened to tell the police? Had she been murdered? My footsteps increased as a flash of pure worry and fear hit me. Was I going to be the next Maria?

Chapter 6

Greyson

Ten Years Ago

The room was smoky and the lights were dim. The music was pumping at just the right level
—high enough to create some excitement, but low enough so that the businessmen could relax and chat without feeling like they had to shout. The ambience of the club was spot-on—it reeked of money, sex, and a good time. I should have been happy about that. I had the hottest, most exclusive club in New York, but yet I wasn’t satisfied.

I watched as some of the girls danced in cages on the stage at the front of the room. I watched as a senator walked up to the stage and just stood there
gazing at a beautiful Asian girl as she danced her way to the floor. He called over his friend, a man I recognized as a top director from Hollywood, and they stood there watching the girls dancing. They seemed to be entranced by the dancers and waited there for a few minutes before going back to their booth at the side of the room. I watched as Patsy walked over to their table, ready to take their order.

I was pretty sure they wanted the girl from the cage, but those girls were not
able to be ordered. They didn’t do anything but dance. But I knew that Patsy could still make them happy. We had a bevy of girls who were ready to give lap dances, blowjobs, whatever the men asked for—if the price was right.

“God, it was a mistake to go home with Maria. You were right.” Brandon grimaced as he distracted me from my thoughts. “I didn’t realize she thought this was serious.”

“What did you think it meant when a girl asks you to go home with her?”

“I didn’t know her parents and her sister were going to be there. Shit, her little sister basically asked me when we were getting married.”

“Did you throw up?” I laughed. “Two whiskeys on the rocks, Denise.” I nodded at the girl in front of me.

“Sure thing, Mr. Twining
,” she purred at me as she bounced her breasts around. I didn’t even bother to watch her as she walked away, even though she had the fittest ass I’d ever seen.

“She’s pretty hot.” Brandon watched her as she walked away
, and I groaned.

“Dude, do not date another girl from the club. Do not even fuck them. It’s not a good thing.”

“How was I to know that Maria would turn out to be a psycho?”

“You know she does coke.”

“Coke doesn’t make someone a psycho.”

“Don’t mess with the girls
,” I said again slowly. “This is already a mess.”

“You don’t even know the half of it.” He sighed and leaned forward. “She said she loves me. She said that she can make things difficult.”

“She can’t be making threats like that.” I jumped up as I saw Denise approaching, grabbed the whiskeys from her tray, and downed them quickly. “Two more.” I glanced at her as I put the empty glasses back on her tray.

“Yes, Mr. Twining.” She blinked her eyes at me as seductively as she could. I felt her nipples brushing against my arm as she tried to flirt with me. “Would you like anything else?”

“No.” I shook my head and made eye contact with her. “Do you like it here?”

“Yes, I love it Mr. Greyson.” She nodded eagerly
, and I could see adoration in her eyes.

“It’s Twining.”

“I meant Mr. Twining.” She blushed then, and I could see the terror in her eyes. She was afraid of me. That upset me. I didn’t want the girls to be afraid of me. There was nothing to be afraid of. I’d never hurt any of them. Or slept with them. Aside from Patsy, and that had been a mistake. That wasn’t to say I was a monk. I had plenty of women. Just women I picked up from outside.

“How old are you, Denise
?”

“Twenty, sir.”

“Should you be serving alcohol?”

“Don’t know.” She shrugged. “It doesn’t really matter though
. I’ve been drinking since I was 12.”

“Do you have sex at the club?” I wasn’t sure why I asked the question. I’d never really cared about the girls before or who they were or what they did. They just had to look good, dance well, ha
ve a pretty or sexy smile, and be up for the job.

“I’ve had sex with some men,
sir.” She tried to smile, but it never reached her eyes. “It paid very well.”

“Did you enjoy it?” For some reason, her answer was extremely important to me. I’d always been of the thought that women thought of sex like men did. It was fun
and it felt good, and it was a bonus if they got a little something out of it.

“It was fine.” She looked at the ground and took a step back. I frowned as I stared at her. She didn’t look like a woman
who was happy with the perks of the job.

“I see. Go and get the whiskeys now.”

“Yes, Greyson.” She hurried away fast and I went and sat back down with Brandon.

“Do you think the girls like their jobs here?” I asked him casually. He looked up at me in surprise.

“Who knows?” He shrugged. “I’m sure some do.”

“Not all though?”

“Who really wants to be a slut or a whore?”

“They’re not sluts and whores.” I felt annoyed at his choice of words.

“Greyson, half of these girls are on drugs and alcohol so they can sleep with some of these slobs.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying, I don’t think most of them actually enjoy working here. But we don’t care, right?”

“Yeah. We didn’t force any of these girls to take the job.”

“They got lucky getting a job here,” Brandon continued. “Half of these girls don’t have any skills. What are they going to do? Most of them were getting high before they even got here. Most were probably sleeping with bums in the street for twenty bucks. We’re helping them change their lives.”

“Are we really?” We stared at each other for a moment and I knew that we were both feeling as much doubt as each other.

“We can’t change it now, Greyson. We’re in too deep.”

I changed the subject. “What you going to do about, Maria?”

“I’ll take care of her.” He sighed. “I’ll shut her up. Make sure she doesn’t go spouting her mouth off anymore.”

“Good
. We don’t need her making any trouble.”

***

“Hi, want a dance?” A cute tan girl with dark brown curly hair approached me as soon as I entered the deviants room. The deviants room was dark and private. Only men at the highest level of the club were allowed to enter. There were about twenty girls who worked in the deviants
room and they all knew that anything went.

“No, I’m okay.” I shook my head and continued walking.

“But I’d love to show you a good time.” She reached out for my arm and I stopped.

“What’s your name?”

“Janice.”

“Nice to meet you, Janice.”

“It would be nicer if you let me give you a dance.”

I stared at her for a moment,
at her sweet impish smile, and realized that she must not know who I was. As the thought struck me, I smiled. “Sure, why not.”

Janice grinned
, grabbed my hand, and pulled me to the side of the room to a black leather couch. “Would you like any particular music?”

“No
. Surprise me.”

I sat back and concentrated on her
, trying to stop myself from looking at what was happening elsewhere in the room, though it was hard. I could hear the sound of the sex swing as it moved back and forth and tried to make a mental note to get someone to come in and oil it. I wondered who was on it and smiled. I knew the sex swing had been a good investment. Who didn’t like finding new ways to have sex?

“I’m a sexy
, sexy bitch.” Janice sang out to me and I watched as she started swinging her hips as she bent down to turn on some music. Her ass was sticking in the air for all to see, with only a small black thong. She was wearing some sort of cowgirl covering on top, and it had long leather tassel but it did a good job of accentuating her large breasts.

She stood up and walked towards me like a model on a catwalk as the music started playing. Her confidence surprised me as she sat in my lap and started her slow dance to a Boy
z II Men song. She pushed my chest back so that I was sitting back in the chair and slowly undid her top. She rubbed her nipples in my face as she threw it on the floor, and she started groaning.

“You make me so horny
,” she whispered into my ear as she ground her ass into my lap.

I started to feel uncomfortable at the spectacle she was making of herself. Is this how she acted every night? It just seemed so fake
, and I wasn’t feeling turned on at all. I was glad that she didn’t know who I was and she was showing me how she treated the patrons of the club. This behavior was not acceptable for the private club. It was too fake and artificial. This might be okay for a cheap dance at a strip club located at a seedy part of town, but it was not okay for an exclusive club.

“Janice, I need to go...”
I started to get up and she pushed me back down.

“But, Mr. Twining, I wanted to thank you for being so nice to my friend Maria.”

I looked up at her in surprise. “What?”

“I know that Brandon used her, treated her for a fucking fool. But she said you were nice. You made her feel like she was more than just a piece of meat.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Just sit back and enjoy.” She smiled at me. “It’s been too long.”

“What’s been too long?” I frowned.

“Since you’ve had a release.” She reached down and massaged my cock through my pants before I pushed her off of me.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but you’re done.”

“Don’t you like it?” She looked at me in surprise. “I thought you would have liked
it.”

“You’re mistaken. Come with me.” I grabbed her arm and escorted her out of the room.

I could tell that some of the other girls had seen us, and they watched us curiously as we left the room. Some of them had jealous looks on their faces. I knew that they were wondering what she had that they didn’t. They didn’t know that I was about to fire her and not fuck her.

“Janice, this isn’t going to work out.” I looked at her as we entered my office. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to fire you. I don’t think you’re a good fit for the club.”

“What?” Her eyes widened and then grew small. “But I need this job.”

“I’m sorry.” I shrugged. “I’m sure you’ll find another one. You’re a very pretty girl.”

“I can’t believe this.” She sat on the chair in front of me. “Let me have another chance, please.”

She walked over to me and looked into my eyes for a second before reaching up and undoing my zipper. She pulled my cock out
, and before I knew what was happening, her lips were on me and she was bobbing up and down. I groaned as she started sucking me off and closed my eyes. I hadn’t expected her to try and convince me in this way.

***

“Greyson, you need to come right now.” Brandon’s voice sounded panicked on the phone.

“What’s going on? Where are you?” I yawned as I stretched in the bed.

I froze as I realized that I had company. I looked over and saw Janice cuddled up next to me
. I wanted to slap myself. I couldn’t believe that I had slept with her. It went against my policy of getting involved with the women in the club.

“Greyson, it’s Maria. Please just come.”

“Where are you?”

“Maria’s room.”

“Why are you in Maria’s room?” I sighed and looked at the clock on my bedside table. “It’s fucking 4 a.m., Brandon.”

“Just fucking
come now. I’ll tell you when you get here.” Brandon’s voice sounded strange, and he hung up the phone.

I stretched once more and rolled out of bed.

“Where are you going, honey?” Janice smiled up at me through closed eyes and I shuddered at her endearment.

“I’m not your honey
,” I muttered. “I’d like you to be gone by the time I get back.”

“What?” Her eyes flew open then and she sat up. Her breasts sat high on her chest and I realized that they must be fake.

“You heard me.” I sighed. “Please be gone by the time I get back.”

“So that’s it.” She looked hurt. “What about
—”

“What about nothing, Janice. I don’t want anything from you or with you. This was a mistake.”

“I see.” She bit her lower lip. “I thought that—”

“Be gone by the time I get back.” I pulled on some jeans and a shirt and strode out of the room.

I walked through the corridors quickly, trying not to think about all the questions and worries rolling around in my mind. The club was eerily quiet as I walked. Nothing much happened at 4 a.m.. Even the men who had participated in kinky sex were usually fast asleep at this hour.

I walked past the doors of the room that I knew contained the dungeons for the more adventurous and couldn’t stop the feeling of shame from sweeping over my body. I stopped in the hallway for a few seconds as I tried to control my breathing. I wasn’t happy with what the private club had become. It wasn’t that it was so different from my initial expectations of what we wanted at the club. It was just that it felt wrong.