Jessa James - Club V

“I doubt anyone is going to slide $1000 between my boobs.”

Suzy shook her head. “You’re right, that’s not how they roll up there.” She leaned in close to whisper with a giggle. “They’ll try to slide it in your pussy!”

I swatted at her and glared momentarily before going to fill another glass of wine. When I returned she was still laughing.

“But seriously, Samara, you know you’re going to have to watch it up there. I’ve never been, but I’ve heard that they do things a little differently around that place. You know what they say…about that room.”

Anyone unfamiliar with the reputation of Club V wouldn’t know what ‘room’ Suzy was talking about, but having worked at the New Jersey location for a year now I was well aware of the rumors that surrounded the club.

People said it was an auction room where men could come to buy women for their own pleasure and purposes. It was all rumored, of course, and no one that either Suzy or I knew had ever seen one of the rooms. Club V had a nationwide presence and they were growing by the year. If the rumors were true, Club V had an auction room at all of their major locations—New York, Los Angeles, Las Vegas, Chicago, and Dallas. What happened in those auction rooms a person could only dream about because as far as I knew, no living breathing person that I had ever met, with any connection to the club, had ever stepped foot inside one.

“You know, that could all be some kind of an urban legend. You know how those kinds of stories get started. Probably a waitress at one of the places saw something happening in one of the private rooms she didn’t understand, she told a friend and there you go. It’s a game of telephone and no one knows where it started.”

Suzy shrugged and handed one of the bar patrons a receipt to sign. “All I’m saying is…” she moved closer to me to speak in a hushed tone. “You need to keep your head high and stay strong at a place like that. You know why I’m here? I know I can trust Stew. I wouldn’t be here if we didn’t have the kind of manager I knew I could put my complete trust in. While I have faith in the Club V brand—you know as well as I do how well they vet their members—NYC is the biggest club they have and I’ve heard stories about what some of the people show up there wanting. Sure, there’s BDSM going on around here but I’d say it’s pretty light. New York has the most elite, exclusive kind of access. They cater to their patrons’ every whim. You just need to make sure you don’t catch anyone’s eye or become a whim.”

I rolled my eyes. “Look, I’ll be wearing the uniform. And like you said—the place is super elite and exclusive. If the guys here know that we aren’t to be bothered, I am certain that the members at that location are aware of the rule as well.”

Suzy finally nodded. “I really am happy for you, Samara. I know that working time and a half at NYC will probably be close to two weeks of your regular work here and I know you can use that cash. Honestly, I’m probably a little jealous.” She said the last bit with a grin. “And feel free to give my number to any of the eligible ones you run into. If they’re members at the NYC location then there aren’t any stipulations about me dating them.”

I nodded and smiled at my best friend. “That’s right, your own personal matchmaker right here. What in the world would you do without me?”

She waved her hand nonchalantly. “Keep dating losers, clearly.”

“You’ve had better luck than I have,” I said with a hint of bitterness in my voice. It would have been really great to have any of the short lived relationships I had been involved in since I first started college turn out to be more than just passing time, but I had almost resigned myself to no longer worrying about getting dates. There would always be men, that much I knew. I would be doing myself a favor if I spent time focusing on school and work.

“True,” Suzy agreed. She was looking out over the crowd as it began to thin.

Later in the evening people moved on to the alcoves or the private areas. The private rooms filled up quickly, the first of which were always the voyeur rooms with a glass panel in the voyeur hall. I had trekked down that hall several times but it never failed to shock and titillate when I realized I was surrounded on all sides by naked bodies, writhing in pleasure.

From our station at the main bar we could look out across the expanse of the large main room and see the pool where a few people were in skimpy bathing suits or nothing at all. It was all quite spectacle this time of night, but at the bar things began to quiet. There would still be a few people there for drinks, those who had already partaken of whatever they were going to do at the club that night, or those who treated the bar like what it was—a place where they could air their troubles to a kind listening ear. And in the case of me, Suzy, and everyone else tending at Club V, our patrons got an eyeful to carry home with them every evening.

“I wouldn’t hate to have a wealthy guy though, you know, like one of the sort we see around here,” Suzy mused.

I surveyed the room. “You really think you want a guy who would show up here?”

She shrugged as she started wiping down an area behind the bar.

“Of course not here, specifically, since it isn’t allowed. But yeah, I think I wouldn’t mind a guy from one of the other clubs. Just to get treated well for a little while.”

I thought carefully about what I was going to say next. No one was around to hear me and I would never say anything in front of a patron, but I had reservations about some of these guys.

“You don’t mind…you know, what they’re into? Some of them can get a little scary.”

“I know what you mean. There are a few, really vanilla guys, around here though. I’m sure NYC has some folks who are just there to fuck or watch other people. Not everyone is into butt plugs and ball gags, but I’m not judging your taste, Samara.” She elbowed me with a laugh.

I just smiled and brushed her off. “Yeah, I really don’t think that’s my style.”

Suzy gave me a half smile. “You’ll never know until you try. Have you given that much thought?”

“Butt plugs and ball gags?”

Suzy rolled her eyes. “No, finally handing in that v-card of yours. I don’t ever want to put any pressure on you and I know you have your reasons, but I think it might be a good thing for you to just let go a little. It doesn’t have to be perfect the first time. I’d challenge you to find many people who would describe their first time as perfect. It’s usually clumsy and messy and awkward.”

I cleared away a few glasses and stacked them in a drainer where they would later be taken to the back to be washed.

“You make love sound like so much fun, Suzy. Really, anyone would be champing at the bit to get at something like that.”

She held a finger in the air. “Ah, see! That’s where you’re confused. You’re talking about love and I’m talking about some good, old-fashioned fucking. Just letting loose and going after it with a guy. Find one a little older, make sure he knows what he’s doing. They say making sure they can dance is a good indicator. Just find yourself one and go for it.” Suzy reached out and rubbed my arm. “You’ve got the body of a goddess! There are dozens of guys here every night who would die to get into bed with you. And if they knew you were a virgin…holy shit, Samara. Men worship women in that situation.”

I frowned at her. She absolutely knew that wasn’t the kind of response I had encountered when guys I dated found out I had never had sex.

“Umm, what? No way. Every guy I’ve dated hasn’t been into that. Or wanted to push me so far, so fast, that I had to get away.”