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~~WARNING~~
This chapter is smuttacular. You’ve been warned. If you aren’t 18 – move right along.
Onward ho!
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Chapter 4
It was a quiet night.
Long holiday weekends usually did that to places in the city. All of the residents turn tail, seeking the comforts of sandy shores on Long Island or New Jersey, trying to escape the oppressive heat locked between all the skyscrapers while the smell of exhaust and trash wafted through the muggy streets, struggling to find a wind to carry them beyond the steel and asphalt.
Nope, it was going to be a long, dull weekend for me. As the low man on the totem pole, I had the privilege of working all of them consecutively. I’d hoped to take the train out to the Hamptons to meet with some friends on Sunday, but that all depended on how I was feeling after four days in a row of working till four-thirty in the morning.
Good fucking times.
Tonight was a bit of a draw. The good news was that I got to work up in Ice and stare at Rose all night, but the bad news was that Royce was the manager tonight. In fact, he was scheduled all weekend, too.
Joy of fucking joys
Grabbing the velvet ropes and stands from the closet, I wormed my way around the large bar to set up the VIP section’s line.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Rose chopping lemons and limes up for her drink garnish trays. Her tongue was sticking out slightly from the corner of her mouth, and I couldn’t help but imagine that tongue wrapped around my cock, her plump lips sucking me for all I was worth. Discreetly adjusting my junk in my tight, black pants, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she methodically cut the fruit in front of her.
Deciding to be a little bold, and possibly stupid, since Rose liked to bite my head off and was currently holding a knife, I wandered up to her and asked her for a Coke.
“Sure, Emmett. One sec,” she replied, more warmly than I’d ever heard her sound. Pulling a plastic cup from beneath the bar, she filled it, allowing the fizzy bubbles to clear before filling it again to the rim.
“Gonna be a slow one?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
“Probably. But since Royce had to work this weekend, I figured I might as well too.”
Ah, it always comes back to Royce, doesn’t it?
“I, on the other hand, didn’t have a choice.” Chuckling at my low man status, I made small talk with her for a few moments until her face slid into an emotionless mask. Pausing my explanation of my friend’s stupid drunk joyriding in a delivery van last Memorial Day, I turned to see Royce stalking in our direction.
“Emmett, I think Demitri could use some help. There’s a keg that’s being stubborn in the stock room. Can you help him out?” His brusque delivery made the hairs on my neck stand up in alarm, and even though he was speaking to me, his eyes never left Rose’s face.
“Sure, man.” Turning on heel, I hurried towards the stairs to see if my help was actually required. Glancing back once more before descending, I saw Royce right in Rose’s face, giving her some kind of tongue lashing.
Fuck, I hadn’t meant to get her in trouble with her possessive as hell boyfriend. His stance over her made me cringe and all my instincts went into high alert. That woman needed to get the fuck out of that relationship, now. Vowing to double up my efforts to keep an eye on her, I glumly went down to the stock room to find it empty, all the kegs neatly in a row against the wall and hooked up correctly. Swearing internally, I was just about to head up to my station when my name chirped in my ear.
“Emmett, can you come into my office?” Aro’s elegant voice asked over my earpiece, immediately sending my heart rate into the stratosphere. Whenever the boss asked to see you, it usually wasn’t good.
Running through the list of infractions I could’ve been called out for, I’d recalled none that could be worth firing me for, which could mean perhaps I wasn’t being called in to be canned. My imagination swirled with the fantasy of a minor league pitcher being called up by the Yankees to start in the World Series. Pausing briefly before opening the club’s inner sanctum of offices, I shook my head, trying calm myself. Cracking my neck twice, I yanked the heavy door open and walked into the brightly lit conference room where Edward and Aro’s office sat on the periphery.
“Ah, Emmett, please come in. I hope this will be brief. I realize we are opening soon, but wanted to discuss something with you first.”
Walking into his swank office, I took a seat in the leather chair in front of his desk, waiting for him to continue when he was ready. I could feel the sweat trickling down the back of my neck as I waited to see if the reason he called me into his office was to recruit me for his tiny army of sexual minions, or to fire my ass.
Tenting his fingers in front of his face, he looked at me for a long moment, as if he was sizing up my intentions. “I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors about me and my colleagues?” Tilting his head, his elegant voice rose in question.
“Ah, if you’re speaking about your interesting, ah...” I wasn’t sure exactly how to phrase his sexual proclivities in a way as to not offend him, if it wasn’t what he meant.
“I’ll save you from your mind’s attempt at coming up with a suitable adjective. My friends and I all share an interest in various sexual explorations. We are a club of sorts, and on Thursday evenings I allow many of them to partake in their particular fetish in a safe, yet open environment. Before I explain it further, I need to know if you would be interested in helping us out.” His voice lingered in the air, a smirk drawn across his face.
“Tell me a little bit more about it. Depending on the circumstances, I’d be more than willing.” My mind high fived itself, thankful for the chance to participate in all the kinky fuckery that went on in this place, but I needed to know some additional details before I was completely sold.
“Well, prior to the discussion, I will need you to complete a few documents. Formalities, you know.” Nodding his head, he spread out three forms in front of me.
Reading quickly through the papers, I noticed they were your standard non-disclosure agreements, similar to the one I’d already signed when I filled out my employee documents when I’d first started. The others were rules of conduct I needed to agree to. Signing them quickly, I told Aro I was on board and hoped he’d share exactly what would be required of me.
Shaking my hand first, he smiled broadly, welcoming me into the fold.
“As I’m sure you’ve heard, my group enjoys meeting here to fulfill their voyeuristic and exhibitionist tendencies. You will be asked from, time to time, to help out with one scene or another. Usually it will only be sitting or standing nearby, giving the players in the scene the feeling of having a stranger watching them, when in reality you have signed our agreements and are of no threat to expose some of my very famous friend’s secrets. I allow them the use of Ice’s VIP bar because I’ve equipped it with a special room.” Standing, he motioned with his hand for me to exit his office first. “Come with me, and I’ll show you what I’m speaking of.”
Walking out of the office suite, we took the stairs up to Ice and continued on into the special roped off area high above the dance floor. During our walk up to the top bar we discussed that whilst he also enjoyed similar sexual scenes, because this was his club, he did not participate in the activities here. He didn’t want to put his employees in such an awkward position and therefor refrained from indulging them at his own club.
My mind spun with all of this new and tantalizing information. I was happy to hear I wouldn’t have to ever see Aro’s wrinkly, old ass in the throes of passion.
Stopping short in the very back of the VIP section, I noticed a small, dark corner alcove that had been shaded by a large potted tree. If you walked back behind it, there was a flat door with a simple hidden handle that Aro pulled open for me. Stepping into the space, I was shocked to see it was a rather large room, equipped with high end leather furniture. Some of which I knew were of the sexual variety. Spinning around I saw the wall before me showed the entire VIP section through what I could only assume was one way glass.
“This room allows us to feel as if we’re being watched while behind the safety of a glass wall. Quite ingenious if I do say so.” His dark laugh made me think of all the evil he might have been capable of. An image of a twirling mustached villain came immediately to mind.
“So, if you have this room, why do you need people like me?”
“Ah, yes.” His hawk-like eyes took me in fully, and I realized that this man didn’t miss much of anything. “You see, as I mentioned previously, we like the feeling of strangers watching us. So if someone requests an audience, one of your brethren, yourself now included, will be called to come and sit here.” He pointed to a high backed chair that was deep in shadow in the corner of the room.
“You may be asked to participate, but are always able to decline the invitation. Same goes for any request. If you’d like to remove yourself from the experience at any time, you’re more than able. However, payment is disbursed upon the completion of the scene.”
“Speaking of payment...” I was wondering when this piece of information was going to come up.
“Depends on the requester. Usually you will be paid around five hundred dollars per scene. But that is an average. The more involved you are, the more you may be paid. Sort of like a tip.” His smile appeared eerie in the dim lights, and I was once again glad that I wouldn’t be privy to any of his sexual exploits.
“Now, as you’ve read on the paperwork, all of these scenes are consensual. All parties agree to the scene before you’re even called forth. So if you see someone under duress, please know that it is all part of the show. Do not be alarmed and enter the scene unless you are requested. And if you do not wish to participate, you may tell whoever is requesting your aid that you would like to remain a spectator.”
During Aro’s explanation, I was busy wandering the surprisingly expansive room. I allowed my kinky ass mind to run over all the various ways I wished I could use the various pieces of furniture, which I was sure was built to withstand some serious pounding.
“Now, my dear boy, are you still sure you’re willing to help my little... ah… club out?”
Spinning back to meet his eyes, I smiled broadly and let him know that I was definitely still a willing participant.
“Excellent, because Caius is coming in this evening and requested you specifically. When he comes in, he’ll probably speak to you personally about what he requires. If not, I will call out to you and let you know he’s ready. It will take place in here, so you should have no problem finding it. Do let myself and Royce know that you are leaving the floor, so we can accommodate your absence appropriately.”
Before concluding our discussion I had one question I still wanted answered. “Why do you use the bouncers? Why not any of the other staff here?”
Tilting his head to the side, he examined me again, making me feel as if I was naked standing in the middle of a crowded room.
“I believe I am going to really enjoy spending time with you, Emmett. You are an inquisitive fellow who has a bit of a dark side, do you not?”
The quick assessment he made of me was so startling on the mark that I was stunned silent.
“I see I’m correct.” His wolfish grin once again making an appearance. “We choose the bouncers because you are the individuals who can be afforded time off of the floor. Our cocktailers and bartenders need to always be serving our clientele, and as much as I like managers, they need to be available to attend to any issues at a moment’s notice. We have sufficient muscle staffed that we can move one for a time to cover someone missing from the fray.”
Once he’d explained it, I felt a bit daft for not realizing why without asking him.
“Fear not, Emmett. I enjoy intelligent, quick minds. Your question was a worthy one.”
I needed to get away from Aro. His weird tendency to know what was going through my mind was starting to freak me the fuck out.
Nodding at one another, we stepped out of the hidden room and he sent me back to my station at the foot of the stairs. The doors to the club would open in a few minutes, and I needed to get my mind back at the job at hand, no matter how much it wanted to drift into the unspeakable kinky corners of my brain.
A few bored hours later, I watched as Caius sauntered through the club, a few other well-dressed men and women trailing behind him.
“Good evening. Caius Moreau, Marcus Novak, and guests “
I glanced down at the list, thought I didn’t need to look at to know they were both on there. I’d recognize Caius even in the dark. His long, blond hair a shining example of what most women would kill to have theirs look like. His dark eyes were cold and menacing, and I could only imagine why they appeared so fierce.
“Please go right up, Sir. Enjoy your evening,” I replied respectfully.
Leaning into me, he whispered, “I request your audience in thirty minutes. Sit in the corner. You can, of course, take care of business should the need arise.”
That was it, no other instructions. Nodding once, I silently agreed to his request and watched as the two couples ascended the stairs into the VIP section.
Across the club I saw Rose staring intently at me, I’m sure having just witnessed the tete-a- tete exchange I’d just had with Caius. She appeared grim, a fierce frown set deep into her face. Her eyes swept up to meet mine, and even through the darkened distance, I could see the disappointment laced within them, and I couldn’t help wonder why she felt that way. I didn’t have time to examine the thought as we both were swept away with our job responsibilities.
Thirty minutes later, I whispered into my mic that I would be on assignment, letting both Aro and Royce know I was leaving the floor for a time.
My feet shuffled up the stairs, my heart beating wildly and so loud I could hear the rush of blood in my ears. I discreetly made my way up to the secret room and knocked once, not having any real idea what I’d gotten myself into. Tugging the door open, I saw Caius sitting on the sofa making out with one of the leggy blondes who was straddling him. Meanwhile, Marcus was in the back of the room, leaning against the bar, the other blonde’s mouth focused intently on the dude’s cock. Caius’ eyes met mine briefly and pointed in the direction of the corner where the dark leather chair sat. I sort of felt like Arnold Schwarzenegger in True Lies, my face hidden in the dark shadows, watching the scene unfold around me. Sitting down, I allowed my legs to slack open as I leaned forward and took in the room.
I wasn’t sure where to focus my eyes. The busty blonde had moved from Caius’ lap and was undoing his zipper, pulling his dick out and taking it into her mouth. While Marcus, looking like a spitting image of ‘The World’s Most Interesting Man’ - trimmed beard and all, had his head thrown back, arms outstretched along the bar while his blond was kneeling before him, cupping his balls and sucking him for everything he was worth. The look on his face said everything I needed to know. The girl was phenomenal at blowing cock.
Marcus’ groan went first as he blew his wad into his chick’s mouth, his hands digging onto the back of her head as he fucked her mouth, hard. Despite the dim light, I could see his cum seeping out of the corners of her mouth, even though she was swallowing as fast as she probably could.
Almost in echo, Caius groaned, causing me to tear my gaze from one couple to the other. Instead of riding his girl’s face like a thoroughbred, he had her up and thrown over the arm of the sofa in a flash. Flipping the bottom of her miniscule dress up over her ass, he plunged into her, groaning out for her to take all of him. I stared as his hips thrust wildly against her, the look on her face one of deep satisfaction. While one hand gripped her hip for leverage, the other had pulled the front down of her dress and was pinching her nipple in repeat succession.
I was a breast man, so to see those round globes pulled out of her dress, the front pushing them up against gravity made my toes curl. I desperately wished I could plunge my cock between her huge boobs and feel them embrace my dick with their soft, supple skin. Fuck, then to blow my load all over her chest…ugh, just thinking about it made my cock strain against my zipper, requesting, none too politely, to be let out of his confinement. Dragging the tab down on my pants, I released him quickly, palming the stiff length while never taking my eyes off of the action before me.
Shit, watching these couples going at it makes me wish that Rose was sitting here beside me, her head tucked into my lap, receiving my own little happy ending that wouldn’t be the result of my best girl, Rosy palm.
Tearing me way from my thoughts, Marcus sauntered over in front of Caius’ chick, sticking his now flaccid cock in her face and ordering her to suck him back to life. She complied immediately, opening her mouth wide taking him in, moaning with her approval of being almost filled to the brim.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Marcus’ lady sitting nearby on the floor, her dress thrown off in a heap beside her while her fingers moved feverishly over her clit. My surprise was when I saw her eyes weren’t on the trio in front of her. Nope, they were on me, rather they were honed in on my hand lazily stroking my eight inches of awesome.
Fuck, if that didn’t get me moving. Our eyes were locked from across the dark expanse of room, our hands moving in time with one another, building and building upon each other’s gaze. For a few moments we were furiously in synch, until Caius called her name to come and clean off his cock and the girl he’d just finished servicing.
With one final glance, she moved back into the group, her tongue taking long licks and sucks until he must have felt clean enough that he nudged her head towards the other chick’s pussy and told her to get her friend off.
He tucked himself back into his pants and wandered over to the bar. Only I didn’t pay much attention to him once he moved out of my line of sight. Instead I watched as Candy, as I’d so named her, stuck her face between her friend’s legs, and I could see nothing other than the movement of her head. Watching this, Marcus slid his dick out of Blondie’s mouth, and moved behind Candy, wasting no time before slamming into her. The force must have helped spur the two ladies on, because it wasn’t long before Blondie’s eyes pinched shut, a shudder rocking her body, and a deep exhaled moan echoing through the room.
“Enjoying the show?” whispered Caius, startling me out of the trance I’d been in.
“Quite”
“In the future, would you perhaps like to be a more…active participant?”
I didn’t even need a moment to think about it, nodding my head in agreement. I was so intent on watching the scene unfold that I hadn’t even bothered to put my dick away in the presence of another man. Nope, my hand continued its lazy rhythm even while the blond man stood beside me, carrying on a conversation as if this were all second nature.
“We’ll keep that in mind. I must say, you’re rather… impressive. I’m sure quite a few of our friends would be more than willing to partake in some fresh meat.” He slid his hand gently over my shoulder before wandering away and back into the fray. I was somewhat astonished that his touch didn’t creep me out. Instead, I allowed my mind to drift, adding myself into the now foursome that was writhing in front of me, fucking and sucking, hands and mouths. I could barely figure out whose hand belonged to whom and I realized that at the moment, it really didn’t matter.
Twenty minutes later I left the secret room after the session had completed, my own satisfaction coming to an abrupt messy end, forcing me to head down to the locker room and change my pants.
Turning the corner, I almost smacked right into Rose. A scowl seated firmly across her face, making her look more like Xena than the beauty she was. It wasn’t just the scowl that made her seem intimidating, but I could barely make out the trail of tears streaking their way down her cheeks, appearing like jagged scars in the flashing black lights of the dance floor.
“Did you have fun?” she sneered as she passed, heading back behind the bar.
“Are you okay?” I wasn’t so much worried about her perception of what I’d just done, but on what I knew was a fragile human being behind a tough as nails exterior.
“Emmett. Just…Just leave me alone.” Spinning around, she wandered off to the far end of the bar, serving the throngs of clubbers, and relieving Aro from filling in for her.
“Ah, Emmett, you’re back. I’m sure I’ll hear from Caius, but, all went as planned?”
Not taking my eyes off of Rose, I nodded my reply, wondering what was going on with her.
“I would recommend you stay away from that one. No need to start a pissing match over a girl is there? I’m sure we can find you a more suitable match…” He continued talking, but I tuned him out. I was dying to figure out the riddle that she appeared to be. Telling Aro I needed to get back, he agreed, saying he’d have an envelope in his office for me and to pick it up prior to leaving tonight.
The rest of the evening trudged on with nothing much interesting happening. A slew of tourists came in to see what Fire and Ice was all about, but didn’t give us any trouble. It wasn’t until I was closing up, out back checking that all the doors were secure, that I saw a curious sight.
Poking my head out back, I saw two dark figured huddled together. There was some sort of exchange taking place, but because the only light illuminating the alley was from a distant street lamp, I couldn’t see much, and upon second thought, figured it was probably better I didn’t know.
Just as I was about to head back inside, one of the men turned into the light and I saw Royce in the dim light, carrying a large duffle bag around to the back service entrance.
I knew one thing for sure; I’d be keeping an eagle eye on that fucker. Most likely he was up to no good, standing out here in the dark, and I wanted to be the one to bust his ass.
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