by A. C. Arthur
It smelled of new leather throughout the facility, contracted employees dressed in black suits, with staff dressed in white pants and shirts and red ties—males and females—moving throughout unobtrusively. Jerald recognized some of the faces he saw as they stood near the bank of elevators. However, he’d never held lengthy conversations with any of them because that wasn’t what he’d come here for.
The first floor of The Corporation was set up like one big lounge, each room fitted with deep cushioned leather chairs, sturdy wooden side tables, Persian rug overlays and some with floor to ceiling windows looking out over the city of the rich and famous. Drinks were provided to each member without the necessity of the member placing an order. The staff at The Corporation had an extensive file on each of their members, they knew what they liked, what they disliked and what they would probably pay extra for, before the member even stepped through the door.
Tonight, Hailey was his guest. She had not been officially vetted by The Corporation staff and as such would need to be signed in. Jerald began walking towards the front desk, which looked more like a bar, complete with the mirrored background and glass shelves stacked with crystal clear glasses and bottles of top shelf liquor.
He recognized the receptionist working tonight. She normally sat at the first floor entrance of the club. Her name was Cheyenne.
“Good evening,” Jerald said to Cheyenne as they approached. “I have a guest with me tonight.”
“No problem, Mr. Carrington. I’ll just need to see her identification card and get your signature on the log,” Cheyenne replied brightly.
“Here’s your drink, Mr. Carrington,” a staff member came up beside him holding a tray with a glass of his preferred vodka on the rocks. “Is there something special I can get your guest?”
Hailey looked up then after handing her ID card to Cheyenne. “I’ll have what he’s having,” she replied.
Jerald nodded to the staff member as she had looked to him again for confirmation.
“Because I’m just a guest I can’t order my own drink?” she asked him when they walked away from Cheyenne.
She was carrying her own vodka on the rocks in one hand, her other arm twined through his.
“It’s your first time here. They’ll develop a profile for you from this point on. So if I bring you back they’ll automatically have a vodka on the rocks for you. If there’s something different you want, they’ll get it and add that to your profile as well.”
“But only if I’m with you?”
Jerald paused. “This is a member’s only club, Hailey. You can either purchase a membership, which is not cheap by any stretch, or you can come in as a guest. There are rules and protocols, and waiting periods for special privileges,” he said.
“But above all else,” he continued. “There is pleasure.”
She blinked before taking a sip of her drink and Jerald continued walking. There were several different rooms on this floor, all separated by archways and columns. Upstairs housed the private rooms and suites. The play rooms were on the floor below. He did not want to play with Hailey tonight. His goal was to simply show her where he thought she’d worked. If that was giving her a more personal glimpse of the man he was, well, that wasn’t his intention. He was only slightly surprised to realize he wasn’t totally opposed to that either.
“You’re a member of this club,” she asked when they crossed the entire floor and were near the windows to the back of the building.
Booths lined the far wall, more oak with red felt covering on the benches and glossy table tops which held the member’s drink and/or their entertainment. Tonight, there were two men sitting in one booth and one woman between them. Another man sat in a booth, watching and…playing, Jerald surmised from the fact that while his drink was on the table, his hands were not. And following the man’s gaze straight across the room was a woman, her skirt hiked up so high the cheeks of her ass were visible. So were the man’s hands that were gripping them.
“Yes. I am,” was his simple response.
Jerald walked Hailey to another side of the room where patio doors were covered with red brocade drapes. Members that came to this room could have privacy, or not. It was their choice.
Lined in front of the patio doors were three chaise lounges covered in black velour and made to accommodate two, or possibly three depending on the position. He extended his hand signaling her to take a seat. She did even though she looked like she wasn’t certain this was a good idea. He sat at the head of the lounge, bringing his glass to his lips to take a swallow before speaking again.
“This is easier than dating,” he said, still feeling the need to tell her things about himself—everything about himself to be exact.
They weren’t a couple, he reminded himself. Bringing her here, answering her questions honestly, none of that meant they were committed to each other in any way. He simply wanted to help her. Did he also want to continue sleeping with her? Yes. But one thing did not necessarily have anything to do with the other.
“It’s hiding,” was her slow reply.
Across the room both men had a palm on that woman’s breasts, squeezing and kneading as they leaned in to whisper something in her ear.
“You call that hiding? We can see them and they know it,” he told her before taking another drink from his glass. “They’re going to fuck her right there in that booth, both of them. And if we sit here long enough, we can watch. I don’t think they’re hiding anything.”
“They’re hiding their true selves,” she countered. “Who really wants to sit in a dark club and have sex while strangers watch? Someone who doesn’t want anyone to see the real person they are. Everyone in here is hiding because they’re members to a secret club.”
“What if they think the world won’t understand their urges? Is it their fault then that this is what they have to resort to so that they won’t be judged?” he asked.
“Nobody has the right to judge another person.”
Jerald shook his head. “They don’t need the right to do it, Hailey. They just do.”
“Is that why you come here, so nobody will judge you for wanting to have anonymous sex? Or is it something more, Jerald?”
He emptied his glass then, holding it tightly in his hands as he continued to watch the two men who had now undone the front of the woman’s blouse. They were each sucking her small breasts, as if their very life depended on it.
“I like my lifestyle,” he told her. “Do you like yours?”
“I like deciding that I’ll sleep with a guy because I want to and not because I’m being paid to,” she snapped.
She didn’t bother with her drink again, but set it down on the floor close to her feet.
“Do you want to leave?” he asked. “Or do you want to see what other pleasures can be had here?”
“I’m not into watching others,” she replied primly.
Jerald turned to her then, touching a palm to her knee that had been bouncing rhythmically since they’d sat down. “And yet you haven’t turned away from them once,” he said, lowering his voice as he leaned closer to her.
“This is the part you don’t want anyone to see or know about. The part where watching those mean suck on her breasts makes you want to reach up and touch your own nipples. To pull on them until they sting and burn the way you believe hers feel as each one of those men suckle and close their teeth around hers.”
He moved back further in the chair, touching his arms to her shoulders as he pulled her gently back with him. “From the moment you sat down you’ve been tapping your foot on the floor, your knee moving up and down in succession. Nervous energy,” he told her as he returned his hand to the knee he was referring to. “Or sexual energy?”
“I’ve seen porn flicks before, Jerald. This is nothing new,” she said, clearing her throat afterwards and shifting to adjust her dress and herself on the chair beside him.
“This isn’t a flick. It’s live, up front and personal. The energy in this
room is contagious. It releases all inhibitions.”
“It gives permission to something that might otherwise be scrutinized,” she said. “I get what you’re saying but that doesn’t mean I want to be a part of it.”
Jerald paused a second. What he was thinking and considering was something he’d never entertained before. He was private and so were his meetings with the employees of The Corporation. Hell, he doubted anyone other than the staff actually knew his name. And yet tonight, things were changing.
The hand on her knee moved upward, until he was touching her inner thigh, her dress hiking up with the movement.
“Then tell me to stop,” he told her. “Tell me to stop and that you want to leave and I’ll get up and take you home.”
He looked into her eyes then, saw the golden flecks just seconds before they darkened with her growing desire. She opened her mouth to speak, but instead licked her tongue along her bottom lip. He moved his hands again, until it was between her legs following the heat emanating from her center. His fingers touched the silky fabric of her underwear.
“I never thought much about women’s underwear until you,” he whispered, his fingers pushing past the fabric to touch the warm folds of her pussy. “Now, I want to go out and buy you a lifetime supply of thongs and matching bras. If only so that I can rip them off whenever I feel like it. To fuck you whenever I feel the need.”
“You’re not scaring me,” she told him, her breath catching slightly the moment the pad of his finger moved over her clit.
“Oh no,” he said with a deep, low chuckle. “I’m not trying to scare you, Hailey. Just please you.”
He circled his finger over her clit once more, his body tingling all over at the intoxicating sensation of touching the tightened bud.
“Keep watching them,” he whispered as he dipped his head lower, his teeth nipping the line of her jaw.
“Watch as one of them continues to suck her breasts and the other reaches low to finger her,” he instructed.
His kisses went lower, his tongue tracing a line along her jaw then down her neck. The dress she wore tonight was modest enough with its button front and tightly cinched hot pink belt. She could have been going to any casual dinner, with any man that had been lucky enough to ask her out. But she was with him, in this place that promised sexual pleasure. Jerald had no qualms about taking that pleasure, about pushing the limits between them, about having her completely. None at all.
Using his mouth he undid one of those damned buttons so that the breasts that the dress was barely containing were just about free. Licking between the crevice of her mounds, Jerald pushed one finger, then a second, into her hot pussy. She was so wet and so hungry for him, sucking his fingers in immediately and arching her back so he could have greater access to her breasts. And she was watching. He was certain that she was still watching the threesome across the room.
He thrust deeper, raking his teeth over the plump mounds of her breasts as she began to moan. He tore his mouth away from her long enough to say, “Tell me what they’re doing now.”
She sucked in a deep breath, her legs trembling. For a moment she didn’t speak, warring with whether or not she should, he surmised.
“It’s okay Hailey. They want you to watch. They want you to see it all,” Jerald said. He licked the soft skin of her breast then sucked that spot before saying, “Tell me sweetheart. Tell me what they’re doing to her.”
“She’s on his lap now,” Hailey said whispering slightly when he pumped his fingers inside her faster.
“She’s facing forward so that the other guy can continue sucking her breasts. I think the other guy is inside her, pumping…into…her. He’s pumping her fast and hard just…like…” she ended on a sigh as Jerald circled his fingers inside her pussy.
“Is she enjoying it?” he asked, his dick so stiff it was becoming harder and harder to think.
How long had he wanted this feeling? How many nights had he laid in his bed during rehab and craved this exact feeling? And no matter how many women, or how many videos, he’d never accomplished it. Not until Hailey.
“Yes,” she muttered. “Yes, she’s loving every minute of…it. It’s so good. So damn, good.”
To her and the other woman, Jerald presumed.
“Would you love it if I fucked you right here?” he asked, his voice gruff with desire. “Right here on this chair for all to see…I could…spread your legs and plunge my dick deep inside of you. They would see us and they would enjoy it too.”
No, Jerald thought seconds after he’d spoken. That’s not what he wanted at all. He went completely still as he realized he could not do that. He did not want anyone seeing him fuck her, seeing her enjoy him and find her own pleasure. That was all for him. Hailey was all for him.
He pulled away from her, coming to a stand. Extending his hand to her he said, “Come with—” He paused then and continued to stare at her and took a deep breath before starting again. “Please come with me, Hailey. I need to have you right now, but not here, not like this.”
She’d closed her legs and fixed the button on her dress before taking his hand and standing.
“It’s always because I want to,” she said looking directly at him. “There’s no other reason, Jerald. Not money or circumstances or anything else you might think.”
He was shaking his head as he linked his fingers with hers. “Because you want to, I understand,” he told her, believing those words more than he’d believed anything in a long time.
Hailey wanted to be with him and he wanted her. He wanted all of her.
He’d paused only a second to push those thick brocade drapes away from where he knew the handle of the patio door was. Unlocking it, he pushed the door open and moved until he was standing outside and so was she. It was dark out here, no overhead lighting at all. There were two chairs at the far end but Jerald had no intention of going there.
Instead, he pushed Hailey until her back was to the wall, his body covering her completely so that if by some chance someone in the building across from them had binoculars and planned for some entertainment tonight, they wouldn’t see her.
“I don’t know why I have to have you,” he muttered while using a hand to undo his pants, his zipper and pulling his erection free. “Every damned time.”
She’d pushed his hand away, gripping his thick length in her hands and stroking. “Me either,” she replied. “I’ve never been this way with anyone before. Never.”
“Good,” Jerald groaned and he picked her up in his arms aiming his length at her center. “Let me in, Hailey. Just me. Just let me in.”
And she did, keeping her hands between them but moving this time to ease that piece of silk covering her pussy to the side so that the head of his dick could slip right in.
They both groaned on contact as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and her arms around his neck. Jerald pulled out slowly then thrust back in, loving the feel of her warm honey coating his raw dick. Closing his eyes to the pleasure Jerald heard her whispering his name as she dropped light kisses along his cheek, until coming to his lips.
“I don’t know what this is,” she whispered. “But I’m beginning to like it…a lot. I’m beginning to…want…you…a lot.”
“You want me, you can have me. And I can have you,” he said without a second’s thought. His dick moving in and out of her with a practiced ease, his chest heaving with the breaths it was taking to keep them standing upright.
She flexed her hips, meeting him stroke for stroke until they were both panting and moaning, their release taking them simultaneously and with more force than he figured either of them could have anticipated.
#
They used Jerald’s room upstairs to get cleaned up before Hailey admitted she should probably return to the Mendoza house.
“I don’t like you staying there,” Jerald said while they stood at the door.
He hadn’t left her this time, a fact that was ringing like victory bells in
her head since the moment he’d pulled out of her and suggested they come up to his room. There’d been something different about their joining tonight. No, not just that it was the first time she’d ever had sex outside, or her first trip to a sex club. As monumental as those two things were, they didn’t compare to what had transpired between her and Jerald. He’d seemed different, more open, more right there in the moment with her than he’d been the other times they’d been together. And she’d been silly enough to admit to him that she wanted him, that she couldn’t help but always want him.
Hailey did not consider herself a fool. She knew their differences—they were worlds apart and not just in actual distance between L.A. and Virginia. He was rich and influential and she was struggling to finish school and take care of her ailing grandmother. It’s a wonder their paths had ever crossed. Yet, here they were.
“It’s my job,” she told him.
“Because you need to help your grandmother. I understand that, Hailey. I really do. But you don’t have to do this. The internship at my company is a paid one. You’ll get a bi-weekly check. And the tuition reimbursement forms will be enough to get you registered for the semester. We have contracts that work out special financial arrangement with all of the universities throughout the United States. Then, once your grades are in, the school can send the bill directly to us and we’ll pay it.”
Hailey had looked away from him as he explained his offer once more. It was too good to be true, just as the offer from Mendoza had been. She needed to be smarter this time, especially since she was starting to believe she was in over her head with Mendoza.
When Jerald touched a finger to her chin, tilting her head up so she was once again staring into his eyes, all thoughts of precaution and hesitation fled from her mind.