Share (Double Delights 3)

hts like these. Samantha is working some of the private rooms because so many of these new folks chose those and the alcoves over joining me here at the bar. So I’ve been busy making drinks, but there haven’t been as many people here keeping me company tonight.”

“Nice to be busy, I suppose.”

She nodded. “Surprisingly though none of these newbies appear to be shy. They all jumped at it as soon as they were in the door.” She nodded over to a man on one of the couches in the corner who was face deep in the crotch of one of the collared girls.

“Jesus,” I said as I watched what was transpiring. While the man wasn’t the most attractive, he seemed to know exactly what he was doing with his tongue and the girl with the collar was clearly enjoying herself. That or she needed to be nominated for an Oscar, stat. Her head was thrown back and her hands were buried in his hair, holding him against her as he lapped at her cunt. Every few seconds she let out a mewling squeal. Even though I had just finished bringing myself to an intense orgasm less than an hour before, the sight of this in front of me left me a little breathless and wishing I could join in the fun.

Celeste snapped her fingers near my face. When I turned around she was grinning. “What can I get you? That is not on the menu.”

“Well, that’s a damn shame.” I squirmed in my seat and turned back toward the bar.

“We do however have a new cocktail called ‘Face Fuck’ if you’d like to give that a shot.” She said it with a laugh and I couldn’t help smiling.

“One ‘Face Fuck’ for me, please.”

Celeste headed to find some of the ingredients for what turned out to be a very complicated drink while I sat there trying to pretend there was nothing going on behind me, but the persistent moaning made it difficult. How could anyone work here and not just strip off their clothes and mount the nearest thing?

Taylor, you need to get a grip or get fucked, I thought to myself.

As if he could read my mind, a man further down the bar moved to sit beside me.

“If you’re looking for a face fuck…well,” he gestured to himself with a grin.

I tried not to roll my eyes. Club V was a place, for one thing, I knew, but I wasn’t here for it. I wasn’t even allowed to participate if I wanted to. You had to be a paying club member if you wanted to take part in those sorts of activities and unfortunately, my job at the garage wasn’t enough to fund that sort of extracurricular activity.

I shook my head at the man as Celeste returned with my drink. “No thanks, I think this has got me covered.” I knew when to tell a guy to fuck off, but I was here to pick up Samantha, not offend one of the paying customers.

Celeste took in the situation. “Dave, are you bothering my girl here?” She also knew she had to be careful. She was the bar manager and was used to defusing tense situations, but she also had to keep in mind that this man was a club member. Still, Celeste set the tone for what was allowed at her bar and the truth was that not much got past her.

“Not bothering,” he said with a half smile and hands up in the air. “Just…making an offer.”

“Well, I’m sorry to break it to you, but she’s not up for grabs.” She twisted her face into a sweet, seductive smile as she leaned over the bar and close to his ear. “I’ll tell you who is though—look over there, in the corner. That’s Dana. She’s new, but she’s really good and I think the two of you could have a really good time together. Why don’t you go say hello to her?”

It was enough to drag Dave’s attention away from me and shortly afterwards he was flirting with the collared girl, who led him away to one of the alcoves with a giggle.

“Thanks for that,” I said as I sipped my cocktail. It was a combination of so many flavors—cranberry, vanilla, peach and…something I couldn’t pick up.

“That’s jasmine. You’re tasting jasmine,” Celeste said with a smile. “House made jasmine infused vodka. Just a little something I came up with.”

“It’s incredible.” It really was. I took another sip and felt the alcohol hit my knees, relaxing me somewhat.

“By the way, I know you can take care of yourself here. I’ve seen you do it a number of times. I just wanted to spare you any of the fallout from that one. It’s his first time here, but he’s a longtime member. Spends most of his time at the Seattle location. Major tech investor and has a Twitter account you don’t want to end up on.” She grimaced.

“Yikes, well thanks, Celeste.”

“No problem.” She looked at her watch. “I don’t know how long Samantha is going to be. It was a party of eight and she was mixing drinks for them in one of the private rooms. Basically, she has to stay until they are done and…well, there are eight of them in there.”

I laughed. “I understand. It could be a while. That’s okay, I’ll just sit here working on my drink.”

“How is your work? Still working for your dad?” She asked as she began wiping down one section of the bar.

I nodded. “Yeah, it’s mostly me and him these days. We’ve still got Rodrigo and one other guy working for us, but people seem to wait a little longer between tune ups. Money is tight for a lot of folks.”

Celeste snorted. “You don’t have to tell me. Supporting a family feels next to impossible sometimes. Take my advice and stay single and childless for as long as you can. Of course, you’d never know that anyone was struggling by the way things look around here.”

She was right. Along with the dim lighting and thumping music, everything was covered in exquisite fabrics and it all seemed like something out of a French film depicting a time before they had lopped off the heads of all their aristocrats. Everything in Club V was decadent. Members could come in here and forget everything that was going on outside of the club. Worries were left behind and people indulged in their deepest, darkest fantasies.

“I don’t know how you do it. Work in this environment every single day. Doesn’t it get to you?”