Undone (Club V 2)

I sighed. “Okay, so here’s the thing. As much fun as that all sounds like to me—and trust me, it does, I’ve got a crazy appetite—I don’t know if I am cut out for it and there’s something that I need to take care of before I consider it.”

Celeste looked at me again and regarded my face for a moment before her eyes went wide. “Damn, girl. I can usually spot them from a mile away. I would never have guessed you were a virgin.”

It was my turn to look at her wide-eyed. “How did you figure that out?” I whisper-shouted.

She grinned. “You said you had something you needed to take care of first. Context clues.” She tapped her temple. “Well, let’s keep this discreet, but there’s a place here for virgins too, if you’re interested.”

I shook my head. I had heard rumors about that sort of thing. If I ever got desperate for it then maybe, but I had no plans to sell my virginity off to the highest bidder.

“No, thanks. I think I’ll just take care of it the old-fashioned way. Maybe I’ll pick up one of these guys on the way out or something.”

She laughed at that. “Once they are out the door they are fair game, but I’ll warn you, they’re usually exhausted and useless for a while after.”

“I imagine so.”

Celeste left me to finish my drink and I sat there wondering about the future. Working at a place like Club V was definitely not for me. I had never bartended, so in that regard, I wouldn’t be good at it. Any of the other work that was available there…didn’t seem very well-suited to my capabilities. I thought I would be good in bed, but I wanted to find out with someone of my own choosing first. Someone who knew what they were doing. Not someone who was paying for it. I wasn’t looking for love, but I was looking for the kind of desire that

made the person putty in my hands.

It dawned on me that what seemed so appealing about what Jake was doing to the girl in the diamond collar was the power he had over her. The way she was willingly submitting herself to him, allowing him to bind her to the chair and then whip her when she didn’t obey his commands. I imagined what it would be like to be on her end of things—to want to reach orgasm so badly and to be denied. I had never ever been in that situation before. Most of my orgasms had been at my own hand and I certainly wasn’t disciplined enough to hold back. In the past, I had tried edging, but I had a feeling it worked better when someone else was in control of the vibrator.

I was squirming in my seat again and forced myself to stop, not wanting to draw any further attention to myself, from Celeste or anyone else. My breath caught in my throat when I looked up and saw him standing there in the doorway on the other side of the bar.

Whatever you do, do not make eye contact. The words kept running through my mind. I was certain that most of my feelings were showing on my face and there was no way for me to hide them. Surely this guy would walk right past me and sense that I had seen him minutes before, his face buried between the legs of the girl in his office. A few seconds later she followed behind him, grinning like a Cheshire cat. She had a diamond bikini top on with a matching thong and as she moved past him he smacked her ass and she laughed, hurrying off out onto the main floor.

I kept my eyes down on my drink, hoping he wouldn’t notice me there, but I had no luck. I could sense his approach as he sidled up next to me at the bar.

“I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you here before,” he said, looking at me curiously. “New member?”

I shook my head as I finally looked up to meet his eyes. Why in the hell did he have to have such gorgeous eyes? It all combined with the chiseled features of his face, his darkly tanned skin, black hair, and the slightest hint of scruff to make him so deliciously sexy and fuckable that I had to fight the urge I felt to jump him. This man was not my type. I wanted someone who would do exactly what he was told, worry about pleasing me and me first, and never ever get the idea that I was his to own and use however he wanted.

“No, I’m just here to pick up my friend. She bartends here.”

Comprehension flashed across his face and he nodded as he extended his right hand to shake mine. “I’m Jake Mesa and you are?”

I took his hand, realizing as I did so that it had very recently been deep in that girl’s twat.

“Taylor Dawson,” I said, smiling politely.

“Great to meet you, Taylor.” He let go of my hand but didn’t move, taking his time looking me over. I had never felt so consumed by someone’s eyes. It was like he was taking me all in, assessing all of my features, weighing me up in his head and deciding what he thought of it all.

He grinned. “I really thought you might have been a club member. What a shame. We could use some younger blood around here.”

I tilted my head in the direction of his young friend who was dripping with diamonds. “Seems like you have plenty of young blood around here.”

The smile disappeared from his face as he leaned in close to my cheek and breathed into my ear, “Fresh blood.”

I gulped and took a sip from my drink.

He backed away slowly. “If you ever think you might be interested in a membership here, let me know. I’ve got the hook up.” He pulled a card from his pocket and slipped it under my hand. “Really, call me any time.”

Jake Mesa got up and walked away. As I moved on my barstool I realized that I had soaked my panties all the way through, just from being in the man’s presence.

Celeste came over. “Sorry, I can’t help you with that one.”

I shook my head, looking down at the card and seeing the Club V logo on one side. On the other, it read “Jake Mesa, Owner”. It was followed by his business phone and email, and at the very bottom, written in pen it said “Personal cell” followed by seven digits.

“Careful,” Celeste said with a wink.