The Country Club: Ladies' Night (The One Percent Book 3)

by Tim Miller

  The Country Club:

  Ladies’ Night

  Tim Miller

  Copyright © 2016 Tim Miller

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  Cover Models: Mel Heflin and Jake Carver

  Chapter 1

  Derek sat in the waiting room for almost an hour. It was an office in downtown Dallas. The job wasn’t an office job, however. The job was for a private security gig. He was amazed they’d granted him an interview. Since he’d gotten back from Iraq, he’d had more than a few legal problems.

  His wife had divorced him while he was deployed. During his time in the Marines he’d seen more than his share of death and carnage. Some of that came home with him. The nightmares never ended, nor did the flashbacks. Like many veterans, he sought comfort at the bottom of the bottle. After a few DUI’s and an assault charge, he was nearly unemployable.

  Originally upon discharge, he’d wanted to be a police officer, but his personal problems quickly eliminated that possibility. Then he found this ad on craigslist. Didn’t even have much listed. It simply said private company in need of security. Discretion a must. He went to the website and filled out the application, and here he was.

  Finally, the door opened and a tall Latina woman stepped inside. She was wearing a pair of black slacks and a blazer. Her long black hair hung down over her shoulders as she sat behind her desk.

  “Good afternoon, Mr. Davis. I looked over your resume. Pretty impressive.”

  “Thank you umm…Miss….”

  “Gonzalez. Camila Gonzalez.”

  “Thank you Miss Gonzalez.”

  “Let me tell you about our organization,” she continued. “It’s not located here. It’s a private facility, very exclusive, and our members are women only. What goes on in there is incredibly private.”

  Derek’s first thought was this was some kind of kinky sex club. He supposed that wouldn’t be the worst thing. He didn’t really care. A job was a job.

  “There are harsh consequences for breaking any confidentiality agreement. But I reviewed your resume and your record. It sounds like you’ve run out of places to go. Am I right?”

  The question caught him off guard. What all did she find out?

  “Yeah. In a way. I’ve had some troubles.”

  “But you’ve been sober for almost a year. Correct?”

  What the fuck?

  “Um yes. Is that a normal question?”

  “It is for us. Look, Mr. Davis, I’m not going to bullshit you. This is a tough job. These women are very wealthy and powerful, and when they ask for something it needs to be done yesterday. Do you understand?”

  “Yeah. Totally.” Great, a bunch of rich chicks on power trips. Then again, the job sounded like glorified babysitting.

  “Ok. Good. The job pays $100,000 a year, to start, plus bonuses. Any breach of confidentiality or poor performance and there are harsh consequences.”

  “Um. Ok wow. That’s a lot.”

  “Is that a problem?”

  “No. Not at all. I just. Wow. Yeah it’s great.”

  “Good. Can you start tonight? We’re rather short staffed.”

  “Yeah. Of course.”

  “Good. You’ll come back here and ring the buzzer downstairs. A shuttle will pick you up and take you to the location. This will be where you report for work daily. I’m sorry, but like I said, discretion is very important. A similar club existed several years ago and they had some issues, let’s say.”

  “Ok. I get it.”

  “Good. Now I assume in Iraq you saw some pretty awful things?”

  God, this lady doesn’t pull any punches.

  “Yeah. I saw some really bad stuff. Really bad.”

  “Ok. Then nothing you see here should shock you.”

  “Like what?”

  “You’ll see tonight. Would you like the job?”

  “I guess so. I mean can you tell me more of what I’ll be doing?”

  “I’m afraid not. You’ll learn on the job. You won’t make this kind of money anywhere else. That is, if anyone will even talk to you.”

  “Right. Yes. I’ll take it.”

  “Good. Be here at 7 p.m. Suit and tie.” She stood and shook his hand and stepped out of the office. Derek left, grabbed something to eat and returned a few hours later as he’d been instructed. Once he rang the buzzer, a dark-colored van pulled up. He climbed in the back where there were four other men in suits.

  “So, you guys security too?” Derek asked. No one answered, they all looked at each other. The driver was an older black man who looked up at them in the rearview mirror.

  “Hey new guy! Shut the fuck up!”

  “I’m sorry?”

  “No talking! That’s the rules! Now shut up!” the man yelled.

  Derek looked at the others who shrugged. An hour later, they pulled into the large compound through an iron gate. The area was surrounded by eight-foot concrete walls. The van came to a stop as the driver put it in park.

  “All right. Everyone out! Miss Camila is waiting on you guys!” he yelled. Derek climbed out along with the others as they filed into the front door. Miss Gonzalez was inside, this time wearing a black sequined gown. There were other women standing around. By the way they were dressed, Derek thought he’d arrived at the Oscars.

  “Good evening, gentlemen. Glad you all could make it. Derek, you come with me. The rest of you know your posts. Get in position. Our first guests will be arriving shortly.”

  She turned and walked down a long hallway. Derek followed along as a lovely blonde walked past them.

  “Good evening Melissa, is everything ready?” Camila asked.

  “It is. Everyone is in place.”

  “Good. This is Derek. He’s one of our new security team.”

  “Nice to meet you!” Melissa held out her hand. Derek shook it gently and continued following Camila. They went through a set of double doors and through what looked like a warehouse. This part of the building wasn’t as clean and fancy as the other parts of the house. It was dark and filthy. They reached another set of doors where Camila dug into her purse and took out a set of keys. She opened the next door and into a room where Derek froze before going in.

  “What’s wrong?” Camila asked.

  “This? What the hell is this?”

  Against the wall was a group of large dog cages with several men and women locked inside each one. Each cage had a tag with a number on it.

  “This is your job. I told you this was a private club and you’re being paid quite well. On the wall is a cattle prod, in case any of them gives you a problem. You check the number on each tag and take that asset to the corresponding room. If they give you shit, zap them with the cattle prod. There're zip ties in the drawer. Make sure they are secure before taking them out.”

  “For what? Why? Is this some weird kink club or something?”

  “No honey. This is the Country Club, where every night is ladies’ night.”

  Chapter 2

  “Do you even know where the fuck you’re going?” Dani Cook asked her friend, Lisa Swearengin.

  “Yes, I know. We avoid all the traffic this way.”

  The girls were headed to Dallas from Austin. Si
nce it was a Friday night, traffic had been insane. Lisa’d had the brilliant idea to take a shortcut. They’d ended up in the middle of nowhere and it was getting dark.

  “The fucking concert will be over by the time we get there,” Dani complained. They were going to see the Deformed Testicles; at least that had been the plan. The band was from Los Angeles but was currently on tour. Dallas was their only Texas stop before moving on to New Orleans.

  “Shut up. It doesn’t even start until eleven. It's barely nine. We’ll be there in less than an hour,” Lisa reassured her.

  “I hope so. You should have let me drive.”

  “Stop being a crybaby.”

  They drove in silence for a while. The drive was boring. Nothing but empty fields and ranches with an occasional house and a few horses here and there. Neither of them noticed the large pickup truck behind them, closing in, as its lights were off.

  “Does this road ever end? I haven’t seen a turn off anywhere,” Dani said.

  “Yeah it ends. In about another mile I’ll turn and get back on the freeway and you’ll see. We bypassed all the traffic. This way is a bit longer but is actually faster.”

  “If you say so…” Dani stopped as they were jolted forward by the pickup ramming the bumper of Lisa’s Ford Fusion.

  “What the fuck was that?” Dani screamed.

  “I don’t know! That asshole rammed our bumper!”

  Lisa sped up as the truck closed in again, this time turning on its bright lights, nearly blinding both of them. The truck also had a set of floodlights mounted on top, which flipped on as it rammed them again.

  “Speed up!”

  “I’m trying! I’m going a hundred now!”

  “I’m calling 911!” Dani took out her phone and started to dial but only got the beep! Beep! Beep! Sound indicating there was no signal. “Fuck!”

  The truck rammed them again, this time even harder, causing the car to fishtail. Lisa pulled out of it, only to get hit again. This time when they fishtailed the truck hit them again, inside the fender, causing the car to go into a spin. Dani held on and braced herself as the car spun round and round and round until it slammed broadside into a tree on the rear driver’s side.

  Everything happened in slow motion as the sound of metal crunching and glass shattering filled the air. Her body whipped back and forth in her seat as out of the corner of her eye, she saw the pickup pulling up nearby. For a moment she thought she could see a man’s face watching as they crashed. As the car continued to crumple Dani wondered if she was about to die. However, this night she wasn’t so lucky.

  Dani awoke feeling sore from head to toe. She tried to move but was strapped to a table. Unable to sit up, she tilted her head up to look at herself. She’d been stripped naked, and her body was covered in bruises. Her lip felt puffy and the taste of blood filled her mouth. Vision in her left eye was limited as well; she could only open it partway.

  Her legs were pulled apart and strapped to each side of the table. She felt cold and exposed in whatever strange place she was. Her thoughts were foggy and unclear. What had happened? Lisa? Where was Lisa? They were driving and some truck? An accident. She’d been in an accident. Was this a hospital? Why was she strapped down?

  The door behind her opened and closed as footsteps sounded behind her. There was a young woman standing there wearing a long black dress that hugged her perfect, curvy body. The woman ran her fingers along Dani’s body, lightly touching her with her fingertips. Long, red hair hung down over the woman’s shoulders as she felt all the way down her legs.

  “Hi there. I’m Amelia. You’re a little more beat up than I prefer but in good enough shape.”

  “Shape for what?” Dani asked.

  “For my purposes. I’ve scheduled some playtime. And you are tonight’s play thing.” Amelia purred, reaching up and cupping Dani’s breasts. The woman’s hands were soft and warm. Dani wasn’t sure if she should be afraid or aroused.

  “What is this place? Where am I?”

  “It’s a private club.”

  “Club? What? Where?”

  “No matter.” Amelia pulled her hand away and turned away as she walked over to a table just out of Dani’s view. She removed her dress and placed it onto a hanger just behind the table. Amelia then removed her bra, panties, and heels, placed them into a plastic bag, and put them behind the table near the dress. Then, she draped a plastic tarp over the dress.

  “What are you doing? Is this some kind of weird sex thing?” Dani felt like she should be afraid but was more curious at this point. “And where is Lisa?”

  “Sex thing,” Amelia said as she walked to a closet on the other side of the room and opened the door. “I guess you could say that. For me, anyway.”

  Amelia turned around and was holding a gas powered weed eater. Except, instead of a plastic strip coming out of the end, there was a long wire with small razors on it.

  “You like it? I had it customized. They fitted it with this special razor wire. Can cut through almost anything.”

  Dani’s curiosity evaporated as full-on terror took over. Immediately she screamed, but her cries were drowned out by the weed eater’s engine as Amelia fired it up. The machine roared to life, and the redhead moved closer and closer to Dani, teasing her with it. Dani tried to move, struggling against her restraints, but it was useless.

  Amelia thrust the weed eater in between Dani’s legs, attacking her vagina with the machine. She cried and screamed as pain shot through her entire body. Her body felt as if it were on fire while the weed eater’s blade shredded her womanhood. Chunks of bloody flesh flung about the room. Amelia was unfazed as blood sprayed onto her naked body. Dani twitched and thrashed, closing her eyes and trying to imagine something, anything to take her mind off the terror she was going through now.

  Finally, Amelia pulled away and the weed eater’s engine slowed down to a steady purr as she walked around to the side of the table. Dani opened her eyes, but her whole body was shaking.

  “What are you doing to me? Please don’t do this. Please!”

  Without a word, Amelia revved her machine of death and pressed it against Dani’s right breast. Dani screamed again as red clumps of skin and tissue flung about the room. She felt blood splatter onto her face as she closed her eyes again, continuing to scream but with her mouth closed. Amelia stopped as Dani opened her eyes. There was only a huge red hole where her breast used to be.

  Amelia calmly walked around the table and fired up the engine once more to thrust it into her left breast. The razor wire ripped through her breast like an egg beater. Turning it to chunky red pulp in less than a minute. Dani opened her eyes again. By now, Amelia was totally covered in blood. Her nipples blended in with the crimson fluid covering her.

  “You have such a pretty face,” Amelia said. “I’ll let you look at it one more time.” She reached behind her and picked up a mirror, holding it out in front of Dani. She could see in her reflection her lip was split and puffy, and one of her eyes was black and swollen shut. She didn’t want to look at her body and see any more damage. The pain, however was unbearable.

  “Please don’t kill me. Please!” Dani pleaded.

  Amelia shrugged, put the mirror down, and revved the weed eater one last time, thrusting it against Dani’s face. This made the earlier pain feel like an orgasm by comparison. She couldn’t even scream as she felt the blades tear away her lips, nose and layers of skin. Her face and body suddenly went numb but she could still hear the weed eater. The only true feeling she had was cold. Everything was suddenly so cold as the weed eater continued to roar, but this time it sounded so far away.

  Chapter 3

  Sophie sat in her cell, lying on the cot looking up at the ceiling. After several years traveling the country with her partner, Brett, the law had finally caught up with them. A few years before, Sophie and several of her friends had been kidnapped by a group that ran a place called The Country Club near Round Rock, Texas. During their stay, they went through som
e of the most unspeakable torture. To this day, Sophie still blacked it all out.

  Brett had been the reporter who reported on the secret club before. He’d arrived with a former Army veteran and they’d managed to destroy the club and kill many of its members. Her friend Crystal had been badly hurt and stayed with another friend. Sophie hadn’t seen or spoke to Crystal since that time. Instead, Brett and Sophie had found information on other clubs like that one, around the country, and began taking out their members and leadership. Many of whom were very rich and powerful people.

  Sophie and Brett were arrested in Los Angeles after killing a real estate tycoon just outside of a golf course. Brett had dropped her off and circled around as she came up behind the man and put two bullets into the back of his head. They had scoped the place out pretty thoroughly ahead of time. However, she hadn’t accounted for a group of off-duty police officers coming outside around the same time. They’d drawn their guns and started shooting just as the real estate guy had hit the ground. She dove behind a car, but soon ran out of ammo and hadn’t brought an extra magazine, nor did she want to kill a couple of police. So she dropped the gun and gave up.

  Witnesses had described the car that dropped her off and Brett was picked up a few hours later. So, for the past two years she’d been sitting in the county jail while various jurisdictions fought over where and when she would stand trial first. She was suspected of murders of state and federal officials in four states. Granted, she was guilty as hell but those assholes were guiltier. She was taking out the trash. Just because they had money and some government job didn’t shield them from justice. Not her justice anyway. No way the system would ever stop these men. After the horrors she’d experienced in the club and their hands, her crimes were nothing.

  No telling what the network who ran the clubs had been up to since she’d been locked up. She hadn’t heard from Brett either. Last she’d heard, he’d been transported to a federal pen up north. In the meantime, she just sat in her tiny cell in limbo. Due to the high profile nature of her crimes, she was kept in solitary, which was fine with her. The last thing she wanted to do was deal with other crazy bitches.