by Ashlee Price
“What?”
I could barely understand her words over my own need to take the woman in front of me. What was she talking about?
“The room is rigged with voice and video. This is the only place Elie can’t really see and hear what’s going on.”
“You’re telling me that he can see us in here?” My mind went to what kind of footage that man had of me through the years. I’d come every week for many years and done many things that I would never want to get out to the rest of the world. The idea that someone like Elie would have that in his possession didn’t sit well with me at all. It felt like a vulnerability that I hadn’t known about before.
“Yes, he can see into all of the rooms. They all feed back into his office, so you have to watch what you say. I like you, Scott, I do, but I’m not ready for more than I offer.”
I realized that I was still sliding my thickness in between her thighs. It would have taken only a little shift in how I was pushing into her for me to get what I wanted most. I wanted to know what she felt like on the inside. I wanted to be the first.
Pulling away before I did something that I would regret later, I apologized to her. Something that I never did, but felt compelled to do just the same.
“I don’t know what came over me. You’re just so beautiful, Mariah, and I thought that you were giving me permission… never mind.” I was at a loss for words. I’d come there with the intention of making her come like she had every time that I saw her – and to see if she was ready to take this to the next level. I wanted her away from Elie and all of the other clients that she had to see that weren’t me. What the hell had happened, and how had it all gone so wrong?
“It’s okay, Scott.”
She kept saying my name as she looked up at me. One hand was touching my cheek and one hand played by my torso, rubbing the muscles lower and lower. The last thing that I would have called the moment was okay. It was not okay, not when I felt like I was going to explode if I didn’t have her soon. Her fingers wrapping around my hard shaft made it even less okay than before.
“So what did you want to talk about?”
“I want to see you.”
“I’m here. You’re seeing me now.”
Her answers were flippant, so different than what I’d come to expect. Once again I was reminded that what we played was a game. I was trying to fake this into something that was real.
“I want to see you outside of here, for longer periods of time.”
Mariah looked off, and I got the feeling that she wasn’t going to agree as readily as I’d hoped. Her hand kept moving up and down, squeezing and tugging on my cock as my breath hitched in my throat. This was new. With no guidelines, Mariah was pushing me to come faster than I ever had before. It wasn’t long before I was shooting my seed onto her drenched body.
She kissed me while I stared at her in awe. This wasn’t how I wanted everything to be, but Mariah was content to rinse me off of her and look back at me to see if there was anything else. She didn’t want to talk about more time. She didn’t want to talk about changing what we had. Was this going to be enough?
“I’m not done with you, Mariah.”
She looked down at my softened cock, spent from her unexpected demeanor and touch. That could be changed, but her answer irked me more than anything. She had no faith. When did everyone lose faith in me so suddenly?
“I thought you were.”
“No. And it’s sir.”
Her blue eyes darkened, and she knew that the time for no games was over. I wanted her to listen to me, and if I had to command it, I might as well get something else out of it. “Bend over, Mariah. You’ve been rather mouthy and liberal with your touch. I think you need a reminder of who runs things.”
“Sir…”
She sounded unsure, but I wasn’t. I knew exactly what I wanted, and I was going to get it from her one way or another. If I had to order her to love me, I would. I had to find a way so that I was the only man who ever touched her again. Trying to negotiate with her hadn’t worked out so well, so now it might be time for me to go to Elie and see what he had to say about everything.
Chapter 11 – Elie
I was playing back the tapes from the night before. I was looking at all of them like I always did, saving the one with Mariah for last. She was off for the night, even though she could have worked. Mariah wanted to work less and less. I didn’t know if she was burning out or not, but she was not working to her potential. I needed to find a way to get her to work the way she was supposed to. I needed her to be like Sasha and do as I told her.
The other tapes didn’t interest me as much as the one with Mariah. She was meeting with Scott, and though I detested the man’s good looks and the way that he had with her, I’d learned a lot from him. He controlled Mariah so beautifully that I had used some of the techniques that I’d seen him do with her. They had worked, and her orgasm had been worth all of the money I paid. My orgasm was just as strong, but I found more pleasure in pleasing her. Another new development that I wasn’t quite sure I was happy about.
I stopped the tape when I heard him want to talk to her without the games. The look on Mariah’s face told me everything I needed to know. She wanted to go with him. I was going to lose her to the billionaire with the good looks.
Playing it again, I heard him start to ask about the very thing I knew that he would. He wanted to spend more time with her and make it exclusive. He wanted to own her, even though she was mine. I was not going to walk away from the money or the girl.
Mariah’s response made it seem like maybe she wasn’t interested in taking it there, because she stopped him from saying more and offered to take a shower with him. I watched the two of them head into the room, and then the sound and steam from the shower could be seen and heard. This was not something the two of them usually did. I should know, because I’d repeatedly watched their moments together.
It was twenty minutes later that they got back into the room. Mariah’s ass was bright red and she even had some marks on the backs of her thighs. She looked happy and content. Disgustedly, I watched them kiss and promise to see each other soon. Maybe the two of them were getting too close. I was going to have to get some new guys in to see her and take away some of the time I was giving Scott. It was my own fault if something more happened. It would be my own stupidity that had pushed them together.
Turning the tapes off in aggravation, I went to the website and looked on the online forums that had been set up a month before. A lot of people had told me it was a bad idea, but I didn’t see the harm in it. It wasn’t like the cops didn’t know what went on here. As long as the girls were of age and everything was consensual, they left me alone. I’m sure the freebies didn’t hurt my cause, but the bottom line was that I was free to do as I pleased.
The website in and of itself had been a gamble, but it was one of the best that I’d thought of. There were already almost two hundred comments from clients, and most of them were excellent reviews. I could see that this addition was going to be a good one as well.
When I started reading some of the comments, I had to moderate a few, but it was really the subject that I found hard to ignore. Most of the comments were about the blonde who was too booked to see. It was becoming clear to me that I was going to have to get Mariah working more. It was a waste to be letting her take all of this time off when we could be making so much more money.
It was also very obvious by the way people were talking that the virgin angle needed to be played up as well. It seemed like over half of the comments were debating if she was in fact a virgin. A few had bets placed on who could finish her off, and it was those comments that I erased and flagged. I didn’t even like the idea of someone else having her. I wanted to be the first.
Pushing back from my desk, I tried to right my brain. Looking through the cameras to the front, I saw who was on staff and called Denise into the office to see me. After watching Mariah’s naked body flit around earlier, I
was hard and in need of satisfaction. It was a bad time for Sasha to be out of the state. She always knew ways to make me feel better that other girls just couldn’t do.
“What can I do for you, Elie?”
“Get on your knees and open your mouth, Denise. You don’t have a client for a while and I have a need for your mouth.”
***
It wasn’t as satisfying as it could have been, but I was getting used to this itch that I couldn’t scratch. I also decided, while Denise bobbed on my cock, that I needed to make more money off of Mariah. She was already getting offers to leave, and if I didn’t do something soon, I was going to lose her. I wished that she was more like Sasha and a little more susceptible to my suggestions. All I needed was to find the thing that would make her mine. There was always something, I just had to find it.
Calling Mariah, I waited a couple of rings before I left a message to call me back. It was supposed to be her day off, but with the new demand, I needed her to work a little more for me. I was making her good money, so it shouldn’t be an issue. It was always all about money with these girls, and I hoped if I dangled enough in her face, she would jump at the chance for more work.
It was almost an hour later before she called me back. “Hey, Elie, what’s up?”
“I need you to come in tonight. Sasha is out of town and we’re backed up.”
“Oh. Well, I kind of have a date.”
“A date?” That was not something that I’d seen coming. When did she have time? Was it someone from the club that she was seeing?
“With who?”
She went silent and I knew that my tone had been a little too harsh. But I wanted to know who she was going out with.
“I don’t think that matters, Elie. You told me that I didn’t have to work today, and I don’t want to.”
“Well, I changed my mind. I need you to come in. That’s the end of it.”
Mariah got quiet again. I waited for a few seconds longer than I thought I should have to. I didn’t know what was going through her mind, but the way she was acting didn’t sit well with me. Her rebellion was misplaced and frustrating.
“Okay, but I’m just tired. This work wears me out and my whole body is sore. I just like to have the days in between to relax and recuperate. The last guy I was paired with was more than a little rough. I haven’t even bruised yet from that.”
I should have cared, but that part of it I didn’t really care about. As long as the girls weren’t too bruised up for the next client, a little roughness was expected. This was a fetish club, after all. She had agreed to some pain.
“It’s part of the job. If you don’t want to work here anymore, you need to tell me now.”
“I wasn’t saying that, Elie. I was just saying I was tired, is all.”
“Your choice. If you’re not here by seven, then you’ve made yours.”
I hung up with a feeling of anticipation and nerves. I didn’t want her to choose not to come in. She made me a lot of money. Still, I needed to remind her who the boss was. She acted like it was her, and I couldn’t have that. If I let Mariah act like that, then the other girls would get ideas.
I didn’t know if she was going to show up, but I wouldn’t fire her. I would just have to find another way to keep her at the club if that’s what it took. Mariah made me too much money to just let her go. It wasn’t in my nature and it wouldn’t be good for business. I hoped that she made the right decision so that I didn’t have to make it for her. It was far easier to deal with them if they thought they had a choice.
The next few hours dragged on because I didn’t want Mariah to not come in. I shouldn’t have given it as an option. She didn’t have an option. But all my worrying was for naught because Mariah was there on time. I’d set her up with a client and he was already waiting for her. I gave her the room number and went back to my office to see what she was going to do for the night. If I couldn’t be her client all of time, at least I could watch her. While I told myself I watched to keep them all safe, I knew that it wasn’t the truth. I watched because I liked to watch.
Mariah did exactly what she was told to do, and the client was somebody who liked her a lot. He’d given extra to me just to get her in here. I wondered how many other men would pay a premium if I could get her available to them. If it was more than Scott offered, I felt like it was killing two birds with one stone. I would get more money out of Mariah, and I would give her and Scott a chance to grow apart. I didn’t like the way he looked at her, and I certainly didn’t like the way she looked at him when he wasn’t paying attention. I knew what was going on.
When Mariah was done, I asked if she could stay later. She agreed, but I could tell that she wasn’t very happy about it. I didn’t care how she felt as long as she did what I wanted. “Who else do you have?”
“Travis has wanted to see you for a couple of weeks now. I know that if I gave him a call, he would be down here in ten minutes.”
Her face fell, and I smiled inside a little. Travis would straighten her out from wanting a relationship with one of these guys. There was no way that she would be thinking of going exclusive after he got done with her. I could let her know that he wanted her full time and see what she said.
Smiling to myself, I went to the bathroom and got ready for the next show.
Chapter 12 – Mariah
Ever since I’d come in that night for Elie, it had become a habit. It didn’t matter how many days I asked for off, I got called in every single one of them. The whole time Sasha was gone, I got more and more people than I’d gotten the whole time I’d been working at the club. It was not what I’d envisioned when I started working there, and it went against the promises I’d been made.
One of the biggest broken ones was the idea that I could say no to anyone. When I asked to not see Travis again, all Elie wanted to talk about was how good of a client he was. He didn’t directly say that I couldn’t refuse him, but he made it clear that he was going to be a regular client of mine.
“I already have him booked a day every week for the next month.”
The one person that I didn’t get to see as much was Scott. I’d only seen him once in the last two weeks, and I missed him. He was the reason that I wanted to go into work every day, hoping that it would be him who came to see me, but it never was him when I got there. I was giving up on ever seeing him again. Maybe he’d done what Sasha had described and just gotten rid of me. Maybe he was done and I just hadn’t gotten the memo.
Kimmie and I waited at the airport in silence for quite some time. Sasha was supposed to be getting off, but the flight that I thought she was on had landed an hour before. “Are you sure she was going to be on this one? Maybe she was talking about the next one?”
“No, it was this one.”
“Then where is she?”
“Why are you so eager to see her? Is something going on at the club? Because you’ve been really weird the last couple of weeks and I’ve hardly seen you.”
“Not really, I’m just sick of working so much. That’s all. I’m worn out and Elie won’t let me take a day off. If I don’t go in, he’s going to fire me.”
“Well, you’ve got enough saved up, so maybe it’s time for you to look for something else. This was only supposed to be temporary, right?”
It was supposed to be only for a little while, and I had saved up a ton of money, but the whole idea of working for less was hard to fathom. I’d gotten used to making so much money that I knew that anything else I did now was going to be a disappointment. How could I tell her about the surge of adrenaline and pleasure that came over me when I was with the right client? I would try if I thought there was a way that she would understand it.
“Yeah, but what would I do now? I don’t think I can go back to working in a diner or something. I would make as much in a week as I do in an hour. Maybe two weeks.”
Kimmie just shook her head. “I think you like it. Sasha does.”
I liked some aspects of it, but
I wasn’t going to admit to them. I already felt wrong for wanting it anyway, and now I was sure that it was because of Scott. Without him coming in, it wasn’t really the kind of place that I wanted it to be. I wanted Scott so badly.
“I wouldn’t go that far, but you somehow get used to it.”
Kimmie told me that she didn’t know how I could ever get used to it. “You’re never going to have a love life with that kind of job. How is a guy supposed to date you when you’re dating all of those other guys?”
She had a point, one that I hadn’t thought about much because dating really wasn’t on my list of priorities. Every time I dated someone, they would want more than I was willing to give. With Greg, it had been fine for a while, he’d been understanding, but it hadn’t been that long before he was getting mad every time I told him no. At least at the club there were limits in place and I didn’t have to worry about it.
“I don’t think I’m too worried about that right now. You know that I’ve never had good luck with men.”
Kimmie agreed, a little too readily, I thought. She was different. About a week after we got to New Orleans, she’d hooked up with a guy from work and they’d been inseparable ever since. I was starting to see how they’d felt about me when I’d gotten with Greg and wasn’t around them very much.
“Look, I think that’s Sasha.” I pointed to a dark woman who was getting off a private jet. I should have known that she wasn’t flying commercial. If that man was going to pay that much to have her, it made sense that he was ridiculously rich.
“Yeah, that’s her. Lucky bitch.”
I turned to Kimmie and couldn’t help but laugh. She didn’t really curse that much, even though she looked like she would.
“Yeah, but trust me when I say that she has to work for it. There’s only one client that I even like.”
“Is that the rich one that Sasha talks about?”
I thought of Scott and the dark eyes that smiled down at me. He was so gentle, even when he was being rough, and it finally occurred to me how much I actually missed him. I didn’t want to see anyone else but him, even though I knew that wasn’t the life I’d signed up for. He didn’t want me like that, but it didn’t stop me from wishing he did.