Uncover (Club V 3)

“You can see yourself out,” I said with a smile and a nod.

It took her a moment, then her lips pressed into a thin line before she turned on her heels and left, slamming the door behind her.

Chapter 8

Penny

“That dirty motherfucker,” I said as I stomped off to my bedroom once I’d arrived back at my apartment. The cab driver had been in the mood for a conversation and…just no. It wasn’t going to happen that night, not after Pete fucking Wilson had just dirty talked me to the point of being wetter than I had felt in years and then basically told me to go home, still sticky and shaking.

I could feel the wet

ness soaking my panties as I rode home in the cab, wishing the driver would be quiet. Now that I was in my room on my own finally, I paced like a tiger in a cage, wondering what on earth I was going to do. I had decided in the moment that I would let him have it and I would enjoy my first hate fuck. It was going to be phenomenal. The food had been great and so were the drinks and when I went back to his office I had intended to mount him and ride him like there was no tomorrow.

But no, that wasn’t what Pete’s plans were. I didn’t know what the hell kind of plans he had, beyond teasing me to the point of it being torture.

I was about to hop in the shower and wash the feeling of the evening off of me when I saw my phone flashing. It was still on silent, but I picked it up and saw that it was Pete’s number. I hesitated, thinking for a moment that I should leave him hanging the way he left me, but I answered. Maybe I would give the guy a piece of my mind.

“Hello,” I said tersely.

“You must be really pissed at me,” he said, not worry about an introduction and getting right to the point.

I didn’t say anything.

“Good,” I could hear the smile on his face and it infuriated me. “Penny, this isn’t the way I typically operate. I wouldn’t usually admit how much I want a woman…but I want you. My cock is so hard right now it’s painful and it was all I could do not to take you there in my office. You know that, right? You know how fucking hot you are, how much you turn me on. If you don’t…well, that’s why I’m calling you. And because I want to see you again.”

I gulped. Oh hell no, he wasn’t going to try to rope me into whatever this was he was doing. I was not going to be duped into going out on a date with this guy.

“I don’t date interview subjects.”

“You haven’t. But you’re going to.”

I was silent, stewing. “Are you fucking serious? Why would I?”

“Yes, I am. So I can show you what I’m all about. So I can show you what the club really is to the people who are members here. There is so much more for you to see in the alcoves, in the other rooms. I want to show you everything.”

I was quiet for a moment, considering. Lauren had already made the plans that would go down the following evening. Ivan was going to be there and he had secured a spot in what was only being called an exclusive event for members. I didn’t know what kind of strings Lauren had ended up pulling, but she had somehow convinced management that Ivan, a guy with a regular membership at the place, had the funds and was ready to make a purchase at whatever this exclusive event was. I had seen Ivan before. He wasn’t exactly your typical member of Club V and I had a hard time believing anyone could be fooled into thinking he had the kind of money it would take to purchase a virgin, but he had at least gotten himself a ticket inside whatever this super-secret room was. And at the end of the night, we would know exactly what was going on in there.

“Where would you like to meet?” I asked finally.

“As boring as this is, I have to work tomorrow night. Would you mind meeting me here? There are lots of places where we can have our privacy.”

“Fine. I’ll be there at seven.” I started to hang up, but Pete spoke up.

“Wait…Penny, where is your audio recorder?”

I reached for my clutch. “I have it here.” I had placed it back into my bag on my way out of the club.

“When we get off the phone I want you to turn it on. I want you to listen to everything. I want you to take in the sounds of the club and all the conversation we had…and I want you to touch yourself. Rub your clit. I want you to think about me fucking you as you hear all the moans and background sounds going on. Because Penny…I am going to fuck you so hard.”

Fuck me, I thought for what must have been the millionth time that day. Pete had been right. The recording was hot. It was the sort of thing I could sell online and probably make a lot of money with. There were moans and screams, people crying out all over the audio, while Pete and I carried on a conversation of our own that ebbed and flowed with heat and eroticism. Reliving the conversation through the audio took me right back and I stripped down out of my dress and panties and climbed into bed, sliding my fingers between my legs and feeling my slick slit.

I texted Pete. You’ve got me so fucking wet.

He texted back a few minutes later. I intend to do much worse.

He might be the death of me, but I didn’t care. I was ready for him to take me like I had been all those years ago in the elevator. I wasn’t forgetting about what he had done to me, but I was choosing to let it be the thing that guided me toward my goal. Hate fucking. It had been too long since a man had gotten me off. I was going to get a great pounding from this guy and call it a day.

I listened to the entire audio, bringing myself to orgasm several times before I finally got to the teasing end. My nipples were tingling, aching to be sucked and I pinched them hard to try and ease the need. I reached into my bedside table and pulled out my favorite dildo and plunged it into my pussy without any kind of buildup. I was too hot, I was too horny, and all I wanted was to feel the kind of fullness that a hard cock could give me. I cried out as the fingers on my other hand flicked against my clit, my body cresting in an orgasm that pulsed around the thickness of the dildo, thinking that the next time this happened it would be around Pete Wilson’s cock.