Jessa James - Club V

I leaned against the wet tiled wall for support, my knees weak from the sensation as my body heaved with pleasure. He began to move in and out of me, purposefully denying me of any relief from the powerful sensations coursing through me through his own actions. It was driving me towards a new orgasm.

The worst and best part of it all was that he seemed totally immune to this intoxicating pleasure that we had achieved. I tried to outlast him but never even came close. By the time he so much as broke a sweat I was begging for another orgasm...for the second time.

As I clutched the tiled wall, my pussy throbbed with need and pleasure, the smell of sex mingling with the hot mist of the shower and I wondered how did he know how to manipulate my body like this? I didn't really care, as long as I came again.

He moved within me slowly, deliberately, using his cock to stroke my inner walls, skirting the limits of my receding orgasm, denying me of any break in the sensation while avoiding over stimulation.

Fuck it felt so good and I needed release now but it was clear he wasn't going to give it to me. With one hand on my clit, his index finger now firmly on top of my swollen clit, and his other on my hip for support, he was well positioned to torment me like this for hours. I knew that regardless of what my body craved, he would be perfectly content to keep me in this post-orgasmic state for another hour, until I had been reduced to a whimpering wreck, begging for release.

His finger tapped my clit a few times and I swear I saw stars. Fuck it felt incredible but I needed to come again. But here, now, with his cock buried to its hilt in my wet sopping cunt, my ears full of the sound of my own gasps and moans, his hands on me, guiding me around the sweet release of my own pleasure rather than to it, I knew that I could not achieve that relief.

My body ached and shivered with delight that he was deliberately denying my release. He was showing me how to completely surrender myself to him.

That he controlled my body in every way, just with a single touch. I rested my face against the cool tile and realized there was only one thing left to do in order to get release.

Beg.

My eyes flew open as the sunlight clawed its way into my consciousness, forcing myself out of my dream. Jesus Christ! I'd been fucking dreaming again, entranced with the most exciting sex I had ever had. I smiled in my pillow, this one had been one hell of a dream and my panties were sopping wet. I had come in my sleep. Damn it. These dreams had been taking up occupancy in my mind now since I had seen the auction room. That girl on display for all to see.

It was time that I got a fucking grip on reality or I was going to lose my mind!

Six months later not much had changed at the Club V location in Jersey. I was still going in every day that I had a shift, running the bar when Suzy wasn’t there and running it with her when she was. We were a dream team as far as the management was concerned and both of us had seen great raises over the time we had spent there.

“I’m not sure how I’ll ever move on to a job in the corporate world. They don’t tip you there, do they?” Suzy asked with a laugh and a frown.

“They might not tip you, but sometimes you get a company car if you’re really well behaved. Oh, and Christmas bonuses!”

“Okay, now it’s sounding better.”

“But in that setting people aren’t allowed to put $50 between your breasts. Or if they do, you get to take them to court and turn it into $500,000.”

Suzy laughed again. “Seriously, Samara, you’re selling me on this corporate life.”

“Ladies, it is not all it’s cracked up to be,” Tommy Rollins chimed in from the other side of the bar. “No matter what it looks like, trust me, there is another side to the story. You know, you think you see all these people…all these people that crowd in here every weekend, and you think they’ve got it all. I’ll tell you what. These people ain’t got Jack Shit.”

Tommy Rollins, top investment banker, was drunk at my bar for the fifth time in as many weeks. I didn’t know what was up with the guy, as I had been trying to limit my personal conversations with him, but it was clear that something wasn’t working out for him either at home or at work. I guessed it was the latter and I didn’t want to ask. He was involved with a lot of very important people and on the off chance that something related to his business was about to go south, I didn’t want to end up in a situation where I had to testify as to what Tommy Rollins had revealed while sitting on a bar stool.

“No one in here has nothing…” his words were slurring together. “Maybe you two,” he said as he turned back to Suzy and I and regarded us thoughtfully. “Yeah, if I had to guess I would say that you two are probably the richest people in here. You got a family you love?”

Suzy was moving on to another customer and not taking the bait. It left me to deal with Tommy alone.

I nodded at him. “Yeah, I do.”

He raised his glass. “Good for you. You know what I have? Fuck all. I used to have a wife and we had a baby…and then the baby, she died. And my wife couldn’t deal with it. Or rather, I wasn’t ‘there for her’ and she went back to her mom in Toronto. I mean, fuck’s sake lady, what do you want me to do? Hold you while you cry or pay for all the shit you insist on having to live?”

I gave him a pitying half smile. “I’m sorry, Tommy. I didn’t know about the baby.”

“Not a lot you can do,” he said. “Babies die. Weird, isn’t it? Like they are there and they are so small and you’ll do anything to take care of them but they are so tiny and what do you even do to keep them alive? Then one day you wake up, like you have every day before that for your entire fucking forty years on this earth…but your baby doesn’t. Like, what the fuck, God?”

I had considered cutting him off and calling him a cab, but after hearing that I didn’t have the heart. I had no idea how recent the loss might have been.

“This one is on me, Tommy.” I said, sliding another scotch his way. “Just take it easy, okay? I don’t want to have to worry about you getting home safely or not looking after yourself.”

He looked like he was about to tear up and I fumbled to find some napkins in case he needed them.

“Samara, sweetheart. Just promise me this: Do whatever it takes to keep your family together. I don’t care how hard it is, nothing is worse than being alone in this world. Things get ripped away from you and you might have no control over the situation, but when you do—for god’s sake do whatever you have to for your family.”

I nodded quickly and moved down the bar to help another club member. It wasn’t often that I had these kinds of conversations at my bar. After all, we were a sex club. There was no mistaking that when you walked out on the floor. But the barstools tended to be filled by people who were sitting on the outside edge of all of this sex and excitement. It was as if they wanted to be a part of it, but somehow something in them kept them from being fully present and taking advantage of the situation. Which was a real shame considering the premium they were paying to walk through the door and sit and be served drinks by me.

I was getting a little introspective where I stood drying some glasses behind the bar. Maybe all that stuff about standing on the outside and not participating was something I should think about in my own life. I was spending so much time on work and school that there was a lot I was missing out on. There was a chance I needed to heed my own words and start applying them to my life if I was going to be handing out this kind of advice from behind my bar.