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  Celeste snapped her fingers near my face. When I turned around she was grinning. “What can I get you? That is not on the menu.”

  “Well, that’s a damn shame.” I squirmed in my seat and turned back toward the bar.

  “We do however have a new cocktail called ‘Face Fuck’ if you’d like to give that a shot.” She said it with a laugh and I couldn’t help smiling.

  “One ‘Face Fuck’ for me, please.”

  Celeste headed to find some of the ingredients for what turned out to be a very complicated drink while I sat there trying to pretend there was nothing going on behind me, but the persistent moaning made it difficult. How could anyone work here and not just strip off their clothes and mount the nearest thing?

  Taylor, you need to get a grip or get fucked, I thought to myself.

  As if he could read my mind, a man further down the bar moved to sit beside me.

  “If you’re looking for a face fuck…well,” he gestured to himself with a grin.

  I tried not to roll my eyes. Club V was a place, for one thing, I knew, but I wasn’t here for it. I wasn’t even allowed to participate if I wanted to. You had to be a paying club member if you wanted to take part in those sorts of activities and unfortunately, my job at the garage wasn’t enough to fund that sort of extracurricular activity.

  I shook my head at the man as Celeste returned with my drink. “No thanks, I think this has got me covered.” I knew when to tell a guy to fuck off, but I was here to pick up Samantha, not offend one of the paying customers.

  Celeste took in the situation. “Dave, are you bothering my girl here?” She also knew she had to be careful. She was the bar manager and was used to defusing tense situations, but she also had to keep in mind that this man was a club member. Still, Celeste set the tone for what was allowed at her bar and the truth was that not much got past her.

  “Not bothering,” he said with a half smile and hands up in the air. “Just…making an offer.”

  “Well, I’m sorry to break it to you, but she’s not up for grabs.” She twisted her face into a sweet, seductive smile as she leaned over the bar and close to his ear. “I’ll tell you who is though—look over there, in the corner. That’s Dana. She’s new, but she’s really good and I think the two of you could have a really good time together. Why don’t you go say hello to her?”

  It was enough to drag Dave’s attention away from me and shortly afterwards he was flirting with the collared girl, who led him away to one of the alcoves with a giggle.

  “Thanks for that,” I said as I sipped my cocktail. It was a combination of so many flavors—cranberry, vanilla, peach and…something I couldn’t pick up.

  “That’s jasmine. You’re tasting jasmine,” Celeste said with a smile. “House made jasmine infused vodka. Just a little something I came up with.”

  “It’s incredible.” It really was. I took another sip and felt the alcohol hit my knees, relaxing me somewhat.

  “By the way, I know you can take care of yourself here. I’ve seen you do it a number of times. I just wanted to spare you any of the fallout from that one. It’s his first time here, but he’s a longtime member. Spends most of his time at the Seattle location. Major tech investor and has a Twitter account you don’t want to end up on.” She grimaced.

  “Yikes, well thanks, Celeste.”

  “No problem.” She looked at her watch. “I don’t know how long Samantha is going to be. It was a party of eight and she was mixing drinks for them in one of the private rooms. Basically, she has to stay until they are done and…well, there are eight of them in there.”

  I laughed. “I understand. It could be a while. That’s okay, I’ll just sit here working on my drink.”

  “How is your work? Still working for your dad?” She asked as she began wiping down one section of the bar.

  I nodded. “Yeah, it’s mostly me and him these days. We’ve still got Rodrigo and one other guy working for us, but people seem to wait a little longer between tune ups. Money is tight for a lot of folks.”

  Celeste snorted. “You don’t have to tell me. Supporting a family feels next to impossible sometimes. Take my advice and stay single and childless for as long as you can. Of course, you’d never know that anyone was struggling by the way things look around here.”

  She was right. Along with the dim lighting and thumping music, everything was covered in exquisite fabrics and it all seemed like something out of a French film depicting a time before they had lopped off the heads of all their aristocrats. Everything in Club V was decadent. Members could come in here and forget everything that was going on outside of the club. Worries were left behind and people indulged in their deepest, darkest fantasies.

  “I don’t know how you do it. Work in this environment every single day. Doesn’t it get to you?”

  “You mean, does it make me horny?” She laughed and nodded. “Yeah, but I think it’s probably been a really good thing for my relationship. You know I met my wife here?”

  I shook my head. “I didn’t know you were married.”

  Celeste nodded and looked down at her bare ring finger. “I don’t wear it to work. Tends to disappoint the club members if they think their chances of getting into my pants are nil. Number one, I’m not into guys. Two…well, the ladies don’t know it, but my wife and I are pretty open. I did meet her here after all.”

  Now I was intrigued. I wondered if Samantha knew about Celeste and her wife meeting here. Maybe she had just been discreet enough not to share this with me.

  I smiled, “Okay, Celeste. I’ve got to know how you met your wife. I love stories like this.”

  “It’s not as cute as you think! But it is pretty hot.” Celeste leaned in across the bar. “She started out working here at the bar and back then she was my employee. There was some chemistry, but she was so much younger than me—I know I might not look it, but I am every bit of 43 years old—I never thought there was a chance for anything to happen between us. And like I said, she was working for me. We’ve got some rules about that here. There aren’t many rules at Club V, but that is one of them. No messing around with the staff, especially not someone directly underneath you.” She rolled her eyes. “So anyway, she decided she wanted to move on up here. There was an opening on the floor and she decided to jump at it. Well, a few weeks later, after she had gone through training, she marches out onto the floor, all 5 feet and 11 inches of her—she’s a goddess, by the way—wearing nothing but that fucking collar.”

  I drew in a breath. Depending on the color of the collar, it signaled what the girl was willing to do.

  “I knew I was going to witness her doing some things on the floor. You know most of the hardcore stuff does get taken to an alcove or a private room somewhere, but on occasion, people get carried away. I mean…you know. It’s happening right now as we speak.”

  Celeste wasn’t kidding. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that the guy who had been face deep in the girl’s crotch earlier was now plowing her like a ripe melon and she was loving it from the sounds of things.

  “I knew I was going to see her do things, but remember at that point I really thought it was no more than a crush and for all, I knew it was only on my side. I had no idea if she shared any of these feelings. But that first time seeing her naked. My god, I thought I was going to lose it. She was so breathtakingly beautiful and I knew that some guy was about to gobble her up. She winked at me as she passed the bar that night on her way back to a private room and…I’m not religious, but I said a prayer for her. They vet people pretty seriously here, but once in a while, we get a crazy one or someone who has violent proclivities. I tried to push it out of my mind as I worked for the rest of the night.”

  She shrugged her shoulders and sighed. “I didn’t know what room she was in and we were shorthanded that night. I was just going to serve some drinks in one of the rooms. They had requested that someone be there on hand to serve and that is not my job, but they were some high roller types. I knew who they were because I had served them before. A couple who like to maintain their privacy. They’re pretty big time here in the city and I understood why they came in through the private entrance and only ever had a private room—what I’m saying is that they’re both in politics.” Celeste sort of waved her hand nonchalantly in the air. “I knew it was a fucking big deal and the fact that Amber had been chosen by this couple was a major break for her. They tended to come back and have the same girls over and over again. And with the kind of money, they were spending to have one girl all to themselves…well, it wasn’t anything I would want to get in the middle of. People don’t realize how much money the girls who work the floor can make. With a couple like this…they’ll often pay to not let the girl see other people when they aren’t there, or to stipulate what she is allowed to do with others. These are pretty rare instances, but management makes allowances when people are waving that kind of money at them.”

  Celeste took a deep breath. “So I didn’t know that Amber was going to be in there when I went to tend the private bar for them in their room. I didn’t know that she was going to be on all fours with that man balls deep in her pussy, his wife underneath her licking her clit like mad.”

  “Holy shit,” I said as I took a gulp from my drink.

  Celeste grinned. “It isn’t too much for you, is it? I don’t usually talk about this sort of stuff with someone who isn’t a member, and never anything so personal. You know, for me it’s all about keeping up the illusion that they have a chance here at the bar when it’s the furthest thing from the truth.”

  I shook my head. “Not too much, but you’re right. It’s really hot. I don’t know how you stand working here and not…you know…like furiously masturbating every half hour or so.”

  Celeste laughed and lightly touched my hand. “Oh honey, we all have our moments, trust me.”

  “So how did this lead to the two of you being together?”

  She leaned against the bar and cradled her chin in her hands. “Well, like I said…I walked in and was face to face with that. I had to act normal, keep my composure, and not be bothered by the fact that the woman I wanted more than anything else was getting plowed by this guy—this guy that could very definitely be president some day—and I had to get to my job. They took a break to give me their orders, and then they were back at it. This time Amber was on her knees in front of the wife, fingering her and playing with her clit. The guy had already cum all over his wife’s tits and he was sucking them, content to watch Amber. I stood behind the bar and tried to keep from watching but she was absolutely magnetic. Her eyes are dark and right as she stuck her tongue in the woman’s pussy she looked up at me. The couple was too distracted to notice, but for the next fifteen minutes or so as she worked that woman over, she kept her eyes glued to mine.”

  I fanned myself. “You’ve got to be kidding me. That would make me crazy!” I could picture it clearly in my mind, though I had no idea what Amber looked like. Celeste was gorgeous and I could only imagine that a wife she picked up at Club V would be the drop dead variety.

  “I almost orgasmed, just watching her. The way her eyes were on mine, the way she licked that woman and stared at me the entire time. I knew right then that the chemistry I had felt between us wasn’t just in my head. She was feeling it too. When they were done and I went back to the bar, my shift was nearly over. I went to the dressing room to gather my things and get ready to leave, knowing that the first thing I did when I got home was going to be pulling out my favorite vibrator and wishing it was Amber. Honestly, I didn’t know if I could even make it home. Luckily, I keep a spare in my car.” She winked and smiled. “But it didn’t happen that way. Amber was in the dressing room. She had just changed into a pair of yoga pants and a tank top, freshly showered after her long evening of work. She was sitting there, waiting for me. She stood up, came over to me, kissed me gently on my lips, and said she was coming home with me that night.”

  As hot as it was, it was also sweet. I wasn’t normally moved by a story like the one Celeste was telling me, but knowing that they were still together and happy was almost enough to thaw my rather chilly heart.

  “That’s like, the sweetest thing ever, Celeste.”

  She nodded and smiled. “We haven’t been apart since. So to answer your original question, how do I get over the frustration of working here? I take it out on my hot wife every single night.” Celeste let out a peal of laughter. “Only a little less often these days because she’s pretty tired. She’s having my baby in a few months.”

  “You’re kidding!? Celeste, that’s amazing!” I stood up and leaned over the bar to give her a tipsy hug. She patted my back and I could tell she was holding back some emotion.

  “Yeah, yeah. Who would have thought, right? Thanks for listening. It’s not often that I spill things here. It’s almost always the other way around.”

  I smiled. “You know, a lot of the time I wonder if I even believe in love and most of the time I come down on the ‘hell no’ side of the argument, but this could make me a believer. I’m really happy for you.”

  I knew the alcohol was having some effect on me then. In the back of my mind, I noted that I might need to have Samantha drive us home.

  “Pardon me for a moment, I’m going to head to the restroom,” I said as I hopped down from my barstool.

  “Oh wait for a second,” Celeste said, suddenly remembering something. “The staff one back here is out of order. The pipes are being worked on tomorrow. But you can feel free to use the one down by my office. Just head down the hallway. It’s almost to the end, you can’t miss it.”

  I thanked her and headed down the hall in the direction she pointed, feeling my way through the darkness of the business side of the operation as it looked after hours. Red lights beamed down toward the floor, but they were more for ambiance than any real illumination.

  I felt my way toward the door that appeared to be the one I was looking for and opened it. It was strangely quiet and made no noise as it came open and then shut behind me, but it was dark and my eyes were taking a moment to adjust to the dim light coming from the corner. Why on earth would someone light a bathroom so dimly?

  Then I saw her. The girl in the collar, seated on a chair that looked like it was made for a queen. She was naked other than her diamond collar and her legs were spread wide, tied and bound to the legs of the throne like chair. Between them, kneeling, worshipping her, was a dark-haired man with a short pony tail. Her sudden, screaming orgasm hid my audible gasp.

  Chapter 3

  I clapped my hand over my mouth. This was not the ladies’ bathroom. I didn’t know where I was, but I stood there, glued to the place where I had landed when I entered the room. When I looked around I could see that it was an office, but one that clearly belonged to a man who had certain tastes. It contained what looked like a fainting couch on one side of the room, the throne where the collared girl was seated, and a massive mahogany desk in the center of the room. There appeared to be windows, but they were drawn and what little light might have still been left outside was snuffed out before it could enter the room.

  He was slurping at her pussy, drinking every drop of her. As much as I knew I needed to turn around and get out of this office before the two of them realized they had an audience, fuck, did I ever want to watch what was happening between the two of them.

  He reached up and grabbed her small breasts, not very full, but with large nipples that stuck out. He pulled and twisted at them both, causing her to arch her back and call out again.

  “Fuck me, Jake!”

  Suddenly the man pulled back. I prayed that he couldn’t see me standing there in the shadows by the door, but it was clear that they were both very caught up in what they were doing.

  “What did I tell you?” He said in a gruff, sexy voice. It was deep, probably deeper because of his arousal. Who could be doing what he was doing and not be on the edge of exploding?

  She took a deep, gasping breath. ��I’m so sorry, I just…I just want you to fuck my pussy now.”

  He stood up then and backed away, still facing her.

  “What did I tell you?”

  She swallowed and started to move her hands, then remembered that they were also bound to the chair.

  “You said I’m supposed to call you Mr. Mesa. But I’m so close…oh please…” She was groaning and her eyes were closed.

  He nodded. “And what did I say would happen to you if you didn’t do as you were told?”

  “You said you wouldn’t let me come.”

  He nodded again. “What else?”

  She gulped. “You said I would be punished.”

  He nodded and paused a moment before reaching to untie her hands and feet. Her legs snapped together and I could see that she was grinding against the chair until he clasped her thighs and pulled them back apart.

  “No, you do not get to do that now. When do you get to come?”

  She sighed deeply. “When you say I can.”

  “That’s right. Now stand up and turn around. You’re going to take your punishment.”

  I was shocked to see that she did exactly as she was told. The girl bent over and braced herself against the chair, exposing her ass cheeks to the man. He turned and went to the wall behind his desk and finally selected one of a dozen whips and crops that were hooked along the wall. He went back to her and slowly massaged her ass with his hands, leaning in to kiss each cheek in turn.

  “What is my name?” He asked.

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