Unravel (Club V 1)

“Holy shit,” Suzy said as she followed my gaze and looked into the box. “That’s a dog collar.”

It wasn’t just any dog collar. The thing was encrusted with diamonds and a small metal plate that had my name engraved on it.

“Were you expecting a dog collar?” she asked cocking an eyebrow.

“Do I look like I was expecting one?” I pulled the item out of the box and examined it further.

“I mean, that is one hell of a piece of jewelry. I am pretty sure those are real diamonds. Do you think he expects you to show up to his place wearing it?”

I shook my head. “I don’t care if he expects it or not, that wasn’t in the contract and he didn’t mention it in the letter, so I’ll just pack it and hope that he forgets about it.”

Suzy grimaced. “I think you’re going to be wearing a dog collar before the week is out.”

**

The next afternoon rolled around and I got ready for my first evening. Now I was feeling the butterflies and there was no denying it. Suzy was already at work, which meant I would be alone when the driver arrived.

The dress had been delivered as promised the prior afternoon and Suzy and I had opened it, all the while wondering if it would be anything as outrageous as the dog collar. It wasn’t, but

we both saw that it was a designer dress, something that would sell for about $5000 in a boutique. It was tight and white, sleeveless, and with good portions cut out of both of the sides.

I was getting dressed and I was pleased to see how the dress looked on me. Somehow the guy had guessed my size perfectly and I was impressed by that particular skill. I would still have to see how he did in other areas.

Following my instructions, I packed only a small handbag worth of items, which included the collar. I wasn’t completely opposed to wearing it, but I felt some uncertainty about the activities that often went along with an item like that. I was a virgin, but I wasn’t completely inexperienced with men. There had been a lot of fooling around, hand jobs, blow jobs, and there was even one guy who had been really into spanking and being spanked. I didn’t think that was my cup of tea, but it all could have been because he really sucked at it. Maybe this guy would be different. Hell, if he could afford to drop this kind of money on a virgin, a dress, and a dog collar, maybe he was up to the task.

It was nearing 6:00 pm that evening when the buzzer finally rang and I called down.

“Yes?”

“Samara Tanza? This is Dwight, your driver for the evening. I have the car here waiting out in front of the building if you’d like to come down.”

“Be right there!” I called, a little too cheerily on second thought. There was nothing for me to grab other than my keys and phone, so I stuffed those things in my handbag and headed out the door.

Dwight was waiting at the door of my building and kindly opened the passenger door of the car to let me in.

“Thank you,” I said.

“My pleasure,” was Dwight’s only answer before he went around the car to set off on our journey.

It was Saturday evening so traffic was a little different than it would be on a week day, but people were crowding into the city for weekend shows and dinners and we found ourselves sitting in traffic for much longer than I thought it would take us to get anywhere in the city. I heard Dwight make a call telling someone we would be running late and I strained to listen for the voice on the other line. There was nothing I could make anything of, just a non distinct male voice.

As we sat there in traffic my mind drifted back to what I had seen the day I stumbled into the auction room at Club V in the city. Sure, it had been a shock to me but now I was a little less troubled by what the women were doing there. Each woman had her own story, her own reason for being there. I could hardly fault any of them for making decisions using their own free will, especially not now that I had had ended up in a predicament where I had a decision—to help my family or not. I made the choice freely, but deep in my heart I knew that there was no other way. I wanted to help my younger brother so desperately and this was the way I was going to do it.

We crept slowly into the city, finally making it to some major streets that I recognized. We were on our way into a very swanky area and I wondered just how much money this guy must have to be able to afford an apartment anywhere near this place.

Suddenly we stopped and Dwight called from the front, “This is it.”

We were in front of a massive building and as Dwight opened the door for me, I looked up the height of the mirrored side. It was so tall, I felt a little dizzy just looking up at it.

“Miss Tanza, you’ll just go in, give them your name at the desk, and they’ll escort you to the elevator.”

I nodded and entered the building, greeting the security guard at the desk. I had no idea who I was asking for, so I hoped that giving them my name alone would be enough to steer me in the right direction.

“Samara Tanza, someone is expecting me.”

The security guard nodded. “Right this way.” Instead of leading me to the main elevators, we went down a side hallway that opened up into another foyer with its own private entrance from a side street. He entered a code on a keypad outside the elevator and the doors opened. “Private elevator to the penthouse. Have a nice evening, Miss Tanza.”

The penthouse.