Undone (Club V 2)

I tried to smile, but failed and it turned into a grimace.

“Shit. Does anyone know you were in there? Is that why he gave you the card?”

I shook my head. “No one knows I was in there. Celeste thought I took so long in the bathroom because I was masturbating…I was, but that is beside the point. She doesn’t know I was in his office. More importantly, he doesn’t know I was in his office.”

Samantha sighed in relief. “OMG, I’m so glad. Jesus, that could have gotten both of us in a shit load of trouble.”

“Yeah, so no one knows I was in there, but…I saw things.”

She buried her face in her hands. “You may need to stay away from the club for a while.” Clearly curious to know, she looked up at me again. “Dare I ask what you saw in there?”

“A lot,” I said with a nervous laugh. “Whips, a girl tied to a chair, him eating her out. Then he whipped her.”

She gulped. “Yeah, that sounds about right, but I don’t think that’s the full extent of it. See what I mean? This is not your type of dude. He is so controlling, so demanding about what he wants from the women he is with. You do not need to be with someone like that.”

“Yeah, I know. You’re right.”

I was quiet as I thought about what my friend was saying to me. Sure, this guy was on the dominant side. So was I. At least in my fantasies I was. I always thought about telling a guy what to do, making him please me without any regard for him. I knew it was a little on the selfish side, but I was long past the point of realizing that I had a voracious appetite when it came to sex.

Still, there was something about this guy that seemed very appealing to me. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I was intrigued by the idea of submitting to Jake Mesa. He looked like he knew exactly what he was doing, and wasn’t that what I was after anyway? A guy who knew his way around a woman knew how to please her, and was gorgeous on top of all that. Maybe he was not exactly what I wanted, but he could be what I needed. The thought made me shudder. I wasn’t sure if the chill was from being turned on by the thought…or being a little frightened.

“You do what you want to do. I think you know what’s best for yourself.” Samantha added. “I care about you though and I don’t want to see you hurt. Part of what is making me want to tell you to steer clear of this guy is because I know his history with women. I know that he takes them and uses them for his own pleasure for a while, and then he sends them away. I would hate to see you hurt by him.”

I smiled at Samantha warmly. I did truly appreciate the way she cared about me, but I knew I could look after myself.

“Maybe that’s all I want. Just a little bit of fun with a guy I have no intention of having any kind of relationship with.” I stood up and turned out the lamp next to me. “I think I’m going to go ahead and go to bed.”

“Don’t forget your vibrator,” Sam called after me. “It’s on the bathroom cabinet counter.”

I laughed. “Thanks, Sam.”

I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for bed, grabbing the vibrator on my way back to my room. Our apartment was tiny and run down, but it was perfect for the two of us. And it was evident that Sam didn’t mind my buzzing through the walls.

I set the vibe on low as I lay back against my pillows, thinking of Jake and the girl in the diamond collar. She had enjoyed herself. There was no reason to think I couldn’t call the guy up and get the same kind of treatment. I turned it up one more notch when I thought about him getting on his knees and diving between her legs, his tongue lapping at her clit. My vibrator was no comparison to a tongue, that I knew, but it was close enough and I thought of what it would be like to be the girl in the diamond collar, spread and prone in front of a man like Jake Mesa. He was the kind of guy who knew exactly what he wanted and took it. The girl left pleased

, I could see it as she came back to the main floor of Club V.

Pressing the button on my vibrator again, I turned it to a throbbing pulse that made my breathing ragged. Why not let Jake Mesa be the one? I asked myself as I worked the vibe against my clit. All I was looking for was a fuck—a good hard one. At the very least it seemed like he was able to provide exactly that. I could give him a chance, see where it went, and drop him in a few days or a few weeks. However long the sex lasted and I was pleased, that would be good enough for me. Why not have a wealthy club owner—the owner of Club V—be the one to take my ‘v’ card? Without truly knowing much about the guy that was based on fact, outside of what I had witnessed with my own two eyes, I had a feeling that an offer like that was something he would have a hard time refusing.

“Fuck,” I cried out as I crested the peak of an orgasm. I held the vibrator there, making myself continuing riding the high. It was almost painful, almost too much for me, but I wanted to imagine what it would feel like to have someone between my legs who refused to stop, even when I was screaming.

Finally, I let go and relaxed against the pillows, spent and tired. Jake Mesa sounded like a damn good time, but was he worth it? Did I want to mess with the ego of some alpha who thought he could get whatever he wanted, just by snapping his fingers? There was something about that I found very off-putting. At least the guys at the garage seemed appreciative of my attention. With Jake, it seemed like it would be expected. Like the guy had probably gotten the attention of every woman who had crossed his path without even trying.

I smiled as I began to fall asleep, realizing that was at least one thing that Jake Mesa and I had in common.

Chapter 5

I was at the garage the next morning around the time the sun rose. Dad was coming downstairs to make coffee in the break room off to the side of the garage, the same as he did every morning. Rodrigo was already there, working on a car that was in one of the bays. It had been a hard job, but one he was willing to take on alone since the particular issue with that car was one he had a lot of experience with.

I, on the other hand, didn’t mind getting to have a good view of Rodrigo in a tight white tank tucked into his overalls, which were undone to the waist. He was muscular and brown and just seeing him there made me lick my lips. It had been over a year since I had begged him to follow me upstairs to my room, back when I was still living here in the apartment above the garage with my dad.

Before that day there had been nothing more than a little messing around between us. We were almost exactly the same age and had been in the same class at school. There had always been that unspoken thing between us, but when Rodrigo had finally come to work for my dad I had tried to push most of those feelings out of my head. A hand job here or there, making out behind the garage whenever I was certain my dad wouldn’t be able to catch us. It was all in good fun and it stayed that way for a while. Rodrigo knew there could never be anything between us and for the most part, he seemed to be okay with it.

It had been a cold day in November and my birthday plans weren’t until the weekend. My birthday was in the middle of the week and I had wanted some way to celebrate. I had been bugging Rodrigo all day, telling him he should give me something or find some way to make my day special. He kept saying he wasn’t going to get paid for another week, he didn’t have any extra money, and that he would have bought me flowers, but he was an idiot and forgot that the day was coming up.

I told him it was no big deal and that I had a few other ideas. Then after work, when my dad went to go deal with a customer’s car at their house after it had nearly blown up in their driveway, I had told Rodrigo that there was something upstairs I wanted to show him. I dragged him upstairs. He was reluctant, knowing that my dad had always said the apartment was off limits. I think my dad had an idea about how I felt for Rodrigo or at the very least worried that we might mess around and the last thing he wanted was for me to end up pregnant. No worries there. That wasn’t what I had in mind on my birthday.

With some coaxing and giggling, I managed to get Rodrigo up the stairs and once we were behind closed doors and alone I pressed him against the wall and kissed him fiercely, letting him know in no uncertain terms exactly what I wanted from him. He was sweet and kind of shy and wasn’t going to let me do anything I didn’t want to, but I assured him that this was exactly what I had planned for my birthday and if he did anything to mess it up I was going to be very sad indeed.