“What is my name?” He asked.
“Mr. Mesa.”
The tails of the leather whip slid down between her cheeks as he teased her with it. Then suddenly he pulled back and whipped her. She flinched but didn’t say a word.
“When do you get to come?”
“When you say I can,” she moaned.
He cracked the whip again, harder this time.
“Whose pussy is that?”
“Yours,” she cried out, shaking and anticipating another crack of the whip. I realized we both were as I flinched, expecting him to bring the leather down on her reddening ass once again.
Instead, surprising us both, he went to his knees and spread her cheeks apart, licking her from pussy to anus, before plunging his fingers inside her and sucking on her clit.
She was so on the edge that he brought her to another orgasm that made her cry out, rocking against his face. I realized my legs were squeezed together and that I was almost as close as she was and knew that I had to get out of there.
Regaining my composure, I slipped out of the door unnoticed. Once I was back in the hall I looked all around, hoping I could find the restroom this time and get in there before one of them came out of the room. Not that I expected that to be anytime soon. There it was, with a tiny sign on the door. Easy to have missed in the darkness of the hallway, I thought to myself as I pushed the door open and stepped inside, locking in behind me.
“Fuck,” I looked at myself in the mirror and without a second thought I unzipped my jeans and stuck my fingers inside my panties. I was soaking wet and my clit was hot and hard, awakened by the erotic vision in that office. I flicked my middle finger against it, imagining that guy, whoever he was, kneeling in front of me, sucking my clit like it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. Then the vision of him whipping the girl came back to me and that was it…that was the thing that put me over the edge. The thought of such exquisite, sharp pain against my ass, followed by him between my legs again, soothing me in the most amazing way. I braced myself against the wall as my hips jerked into my hand.
When it had passed and I had mustered up the energy to pee and wash my hands, I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked freshly fucked. I knew what that looked like. I had seen Samantha coming out of her room after an evening with one of her guy friends. Hell, I had just seen the same sort of thing out on the floor here at Club V. A fucking shows up in the eyes. Widened pupils, flushed face…I looked down. Shirt not tucked in the same way. Oh well, at least I had been to the bathroom, though Celeste would certainly wonder if something was wrong with the length of time I had been gone.
I left the bathroom and headed back down the hallway and out to the bar. There weren’t quite as many people on the main floor now and I was grateful. How much more could I take in one evening?
“You okay?” Celeste asked as she came back over to where I sat back down. She had delivered a drink to another patron down at the other end of the bar but came back to me with a look of slight concern on her face.
“Yeah, just…I might have had something that didn’t settle right. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
She narrowed her eyes and gave me a once over, then grinned. “Did my little story about meeting Amber do something for you? Did you have to go take care of yourself? I know I really shouldn’t be asking you this since you’re a patron and all, but you aren’t a member. And you’re Sam’s roommate. I consider you a friend.”
“Uh, yeah. Sorry, that’s so embarrassing.” But not as embarrassing as admitting I had walked into that office and seen whoever that Jake guy was…doing what he was doing to the girl in the collar.
“Would you like another drink?”
I nodded. “Yeah, sure. I think I’ll have Sam drive us home.”
Celeste smiled. “Coming right up.”
I waited for the drink and kept my eyes there on the bar, looking at the many rows of colorful liquids behind the bar, artfully arranged and glowing from the back light. It was hard to keep my mind from going back to what I had witnessed in the office. Who was Jake…Mr. Mesa? Samantha told me about her coworkers, but the ones she was around most of the time were bartenders—not guys who were important enough to have an office here at Club V. He had to be one of the business managers or owners. The place was big enough that whoever had enough money to have that kind of stake in it was extremely wealthy. Jake Mesa had to be pretty important to the business.
I could always ask Celeste about him, but there was no way that I wanted to admit what I had seen. I felt like the information would be safe with her, it just seemed like something I shouldn’t share. What if she needed to report it to someone? What if that guy wasn’t supposed to be doing what he was doing back there? Well, I had managed to wander up on what he was doing without much trouble. Hell, if you were going to get up to that kind of activity then you should probably learn to lock the door. Maybe that’s what he was into—people walking in on him.
At least I could rest assured that he hadn’t seen me in there. If he had…well, it would be an entirely different story. I was pretty sure I would get thrown out and told to never return. Was that trespassing? Would anyone believe that I had simply been looking for the bathroom? A likely story, when I had walked right past the door to the restroom. They really needed to get some better lighting in that hallway.
Celeste placed the drink in front of me and put a tiny black cocktail straw in it.
“You look troubled, Taylor. What’s going on?”
I shrugged. Celeste was too good at her job and I wasn’t in the mood to divulge these things to her. “Oh, you know. Just thinking about money stuff,” I waved my hand in the air like it was nothing.
Celeste nodded. “I could have guessed. Funnily enough, I wanted to ask you about something.”
I gave her a sideways look. “What?”
“Well, now I don’t have the authority to hire on the floor—that’s not my jurisdiction, but if you were looking for a little extra work, I could put in a good word for you. I’m sure there is a place for you somewhere here.” She leaned in closer. “I don’t want this to sound like a come on, but you’ve got a great body and you’re exactly the sort of girl they love to hire here. As long as you know your way around things…”