The Club Pt. 02

By now, Brandon was close to the bed and I heard the rustle of clothing as he took his jacket off. His voice had taken on a sultry and sexy tone and it made me feel nervous.

"Hi Jade. Nice to meet you. Let me come over and join you on the bed."

My body was tense and I wanted to bolt out of the door. What on earth had made me think this was a good idea?

I started to get up, but then sat back down again. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. Mentally I gave myself a pep talk. Stop acting like a nervous virgin and get into character or Brandon is going to demand a refund and complain to Nina. He could really screw up the reputation of the Club.

I reached out a hand and touched him where I thought his chest would be. He chuckled, "keen to start, are we?"

"Do you mind if we don't talk?" I whispered back. I was worried that the more I spoke, the more likelihood I would forget to mask my natural voice.

"Sure, I like a woman who knows what she likes and wants," he said smoothly.

The side of the bed shifted as Brandon climbed on. I prepared myself for what was to come. Brandon was a good-looking guy. He seemed, from his profile a successful person. He was not a criminal. He had no STDs. I could do this.

Chapter 6

Once my mind was made up, I felt like someone else had taken possession of my body. When Brandon lay down next to me, I moved over and straddled him across his hips.

"Wow, you're a fast mover," he laughed, "want to be in control, do you?"

"Shhhhh," I said and put my palms on his chest. He was still wearing a shirt and my fingers easily found the buttons and started to undo them. His hands automatically gripped the sides of my thighs and he started gently massaging them.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips on his chest, following my fingers as I released each button. His chest hairs tickled my nose as I kissed him further along his rib cage. Between my legs, I felt the noticeable hardening of his cock and I wriggled my pussy slowly against it.

"Ah, you feel so good, Jade," Brandon moaned. One of his hands touched my head and ran his fingers through my hair. "I love long hair," he continued.

His other hand moved further up my thigh and tracked its way across to my mound and I let out a shaky breath as his fingers grazed my clit.

Surprisingly my body was reacting to his touch and voice. Warmth started to spread within my pussy and the familiar feeling of arousal made my stomach clench.

With the buttons completely undone, I pushed Brandon's shirt off his broad shoulders and was disappointed when he removed his hands off me to shrug it off.

I unhooked my bra and threw it on the floor so that I was only wearing my panties.

"Come up, over here," he requested.

I scooted further up his body and his hands took hold of my ass and pulled me so I was straddling his face. I shut my eyes automatically as I felt his hot breath against my pussy. He started little nips over my thong and my legs started trembling as he got closer to my clit. Without moving the lacey cover, he found my hard nub and started flicking his tongue over it.

"Omigod," I groaned.

One of his fingers slipped into my panties and gently skimmed the entrance to my pussy. It was a huge turn on that he didn't automatically stick a finger inside me, but was taking his time. Round and around his fingers teased my pussy lips and I could feel my knees tremble and I wanted to grind myself down hard on his mouth.

Without a word, Brandon released me and lifted my hips off his face and I tilted as he threw me over to the side. I landed with a "oomph" on my back.

I heard him unbuckle his belt and felt the mattress shift as he took of his pants, and I assumed his underwear too.

"I'm going to take over now. I need to explore this sexy body of yours," he growled with sudden aggression. He moved fast and was sitting across my thighs, before I even had a chance to object.

The change in dynamics was not what I had planned and I had to fight the urge to flip him back round so I was on top again. I wriggled underneath him, not entirely comfortable to be at his mercy. I could feel his hard, naked thighs pressing down on my legs.

I willed myself to calm down and took a few deep, slow breaths.

There are cameras and listening devices. Dan is just there. If anything bad starts to go down, I can scream. Someone will come and help me.

I didn't know Brandon at all. He was new to the Club and although we had performed a police check, he could have been a psycho for all we knew.

"Relax, Jade. I'm not going to do anything you won't like," he murmured in a soothing voice. It was like he had read my mind. I heard some rustling of material and then he took hold of my left hand and started to wrap something around the wrist.

My heart rate accelerated. "What the fuck? What are you doing?" I cried out and started struggling against the bind.

"Hey, hey...calm down. I'm just using my necktie on your wrists. I promise you, it's loose. You can get free if you want. I just thought you'd enjoy it."

I had never tried BDSM and the idea was not a complete turn-off. I relaxed again and let him continue tying my left wrist to my right. I pulled against the necktie and felt it loosen. He hadn't tied it tightly at all and I could escape the binds easily if I wanted to.

"Now keep your hands up above your head," he commanded.

I lay immobile and waited with trepidation. Brandon moved off my body and kneeled down by my side. I felt his breath as he leaned in and lightly grazed my neck with his lips. He continued travelling slowly down my body, using just his mouth; along my collar bone and down between my breasts.

I held my breath as his gentle lips neared my right nipple and then the left nipple. They puckered in expectation, but he didn't touch them. He moved down to my stomach and lightly kissed my belly button. When he reached my thighs, his kisses became little nips, with the occasional lick of his tongue.

My body started to heat up and if he was planning to drive me crazy with his slow seduction, it was working.

I moaned loudly and started to thrust my hips upwards, desperate for his lips to touch my clit, but he was deliberately avoiding it.

He chuckled wickedly and then grabbed my thong and ripped it off.

"I hope they weren't your favourite pair of panties," he laughed.

The audacity of the man! If I hadn't been so turned on, I would have slapped him.

His lips continued their assault on my inner thighs and finally he answered my wishes and put his whole mouth against my sensitive nub and sucked gently. My body bucked at the intense sensation and my head started thrashing side to side. His hands parted my thighs wider and his fingers found their way into my wet pussy and stroked in a rhythmical action: in and out.

The combination of his tongue on my clit and his fingers inside me had my orgasm building up and I was on the verge of coming. A faint sheen of sweat covered my body and I was tense, wanting a release, except Brandon liked to tease and he was not going to give me what my body ached for.

"I want to come, Brandon....please," I begged. My voice was hoarse and un-recognisable to my ears.

I was on the edge of the precipice and ready to tumble into oblivion when Brandon removed his mouth and fingers and positioned himself quickly between my thighs. He grabbed my legs, hooked them over his shoulders and pushed his hard cock deep inside my wet pussy. I screamed as I started to come violently, my orgasm ripping through my body, creating multiple shock waves.

Brandon continued pumping hard into my tight pussy as it clenched down on his cock like a vice. Even as my orgasm started to subside, he continued to pound into me. I freed my hands from the necktie and grabbed his head and pulled his mouth onto mine.

Our lips crashed against one another and I felt a connection deep in my belly. I didn't know if it was the sight deprivation that made everything seem more intense or the man himself who created this feeling.

We remained locked in this intimate position, my legs over his shoulders, his mouth against mine, his cock ramming into my pussy, for several minutes.

Finally, I felt his body go rigid as he reached his own climax. He grunted against my mouth and I moved my legs off his shoulders as he collapsed against my neck, breathing raggedly.

Chapter 7

We were lying side by side and Brandon had his hand in my hair, twiddling it in his fingers. We had just spent over two hours together. We'd fucked again and the second time, Brandon let me take charge. I could tell he still wanted to take over, but I wouldn't let him.

We were now approaching the end of the session and it was time for me to go.

"I want to see you again Jade," he said casually.

A shiver ran through my body.

"Ah....that's not possible, Brandon. You know we can't meet in real life. It's one of the Club rules." I started to sound just like myself, an employee and not Jade, a member.

"Fuck the system," he said harshly, "there's got to be a way around it. I want to see you again," he repeated.

His words created a myriad of emotions inside me; excitement, delight, hope, but then reality kicked in.

"I enjoyed this too, Brandon, but I know it's a one-off." I had to let him know there would be no "next time". I also knew it was just the intensity of what we had shared. In the cold light of day, he would feel differently.

"I always get what I want."

It sounded like an underlying threat. My heart started beating nervously and I realized things had to end there and then. I did not want Brandon to think we would meet again.

"Security, I'm sorry I need to leave now. Can someone come and let me out please." I called out to Dan, knowing he was there listening. I started searching for my clothes and found my blouse and skirt.

"Hey! What's the hurry? If you give me a minute, we can go for round three."

"I'm sorry, Brandon. This...this was incredible, but I have to get back to work." I wasn't lying either. I needed to speak to Alayna and make sure there were no repercussions behind the scenes. I dressed quickly while Brandon felt around the bed and floor for his own discarded garments.

"Ok, I'm a little disappointed. You can go, but this isn't over between us."

Chapter 7

Dan's voice came through loudly on a microphone attached to the security camera. "Sir, ma'am, please put your blindfolds on. Someone will escort you to private bathrooms where you can dress and leave in private."

I waited for Brandon to put his blindfold on and pretended to attach my own. There was a knock at the door and Alayna's cheerful voice called out to us. The light from the hallway filtered into the room and she walked in. I got off the bed and followed her out. She called over her shoulder to Brandon, "I'll be back in five minutes, sir."

I looked back and saw Brandon wearing his blindfold and sitting motionless on the bed. He was shirtless, with his sculpted chest on display. His hair was tousled and he was wearing his suit pants. He looked sexy as hell and a pang of longing shot through my body.

"Come on, Jas," whispered Alayna urgently. She locked the door behind us and gave me a concerned look, but said nothing more.

I turned away from the suite and started running back to the employee quarters, leaving Alayna to deal with Brandon.

In our communal bathroom, I shut the door and let out a shaky breath. Fuck. That had been too intense and my emotions were all over the place. I walked over to the sink and searched my face in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed and my hair messed up. I could even see a red rash down my neck where Brandon's stubble had grazed it. Stripping off my clothes again, I took a short, hot shower and dressed back in my clothes. My hair hung like long rats' tails down my back and I wrapped a large white towel around my head to absorb the water.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I ran into Terrence. He looked surprised to see me and even more surprised to see my hair in a towel.

"Jasmine, hello! I didn't know you were here. I just popped in to use the bathroom. I'm dropping off one of the members who just finished a session. Alayna called me." He was probably talking about Brandon.

"Hey Terrence, no problem. Please go ahead." I stepped aside, with no mention about my wet hair and left him to use the bathroom.

I went to the kitchen and made myself a strong coffee with milk and extra sugar. Leaning against the cabinets, I sipped the scalding liquid and tried to stop thinking about Brandon.

Alayna found me in a contemplative mood.

"Jasmine! I've been looking for you. Brandon has just left. We need to talk."

"Ok, but not here, let's go back to the office."

Sitting side by side at our desks, Alayna looked at me with worried brown eyes.

"I still can't get over what you did, Jasmine! I'm freaking out that this is going to come back and bite us. As I was taking Brandon to the bathroom, he was asking all sorts of questions about you."

I leaned towards her, feeling alarmed. "You didn't tell him anything did you?"

She looked hurt. "Of course not! He wanted to know how he can be booked in with you again and whether they make exceptions about connecting members in real life. Man, you really impressed him and I'm worried he's not going to give up trying."

"Me too," I sighed, "but, I'm too wired up right now to think of a solution. Maybe it will become clearer tomorrow."

Alayna still looked worried, but didn't push me for an answer.

The rest of the day passed by without incident. Every member showed up when they were meant too. I greeted them, smiled and did the usual spiel, but inside my mind was in a turmoil.

In the afternoon, Nina called and I was so relieved she was not coming into the office that day. I don't know how I could look her straight in the eyes and not confess it all. This was the only secret I have ever kept from my sister and I hoped that Brandon wasn't going to do anything stupid to jeopardise my relationship.

Chapter 8

In the office the next morning, I was surprised to see Alayna already there.

"Hi, how are you? You're early today!" I said brightly.

"Hey Jasmine. Yeah, I didn't sleep well. I was worried and you know what? I must have had a six sense because I've seen we have an email from Brandon this morning."

My heart sank. "Shit! What did he say?"

The Club has a generic secure email address for all member queries and Alayna and I both have access to it and answer any questions. They were usually mundane things such as whether they could take a shower at the Club.

"Here, see for yourself." Alayna pushed her chair to the side to make room for me in front of her computer. I sat down and read the email.

The title was Information request. It sounded so formal and could have been about anything.

Brandon's email was professional, polite and short. He thanked the Club for matching him with a wonderful woman and he wanted to know if he could see her again as he had enjoyed the session.

Slowly, a smile spread across on my face and Alayna's eyes narrowed when she saw my expression.

"Jasmine, you look pleased for some reason? This is not good news! We need to deal with this right now. I'm going to give Brandon the standard reply which is that our software matches people randomly and we cannot arrange a session with you, I mean her. He has to accept that we are not a dating agency."

I nodded, although a part of me felt sick that Brandon would be fucking someone else in future.

I sighed, "You're right Alayna. Just send our standard response. Thank you."

I moved back to my computer and spent the rest of the day thinking about Brandon and trying to concentrate on work.

Chapter 9

At midday, Nina burst through the office door dramatically. Her presence was larger than life and we always know when she is around as the energy seems to change in the room.

Today, she had her long black hair falling gracefully around her shoulders and she was wearing a deep red dress with a tight skirt, plus her 3-inch Louboutin heels.

"Girls! How are you both today?"

She came over to us to give us a peck on the cheeks. A waft of her strong perfume hit me and my nose twitched, wanting to sneeze.

"We're great, wonderful, fabulous," I said quickly and Alayna glanced at me sharply. I forced myself to tone it down, but Nina didn't seem to notice.

"That's what I love to hear! Listen," she said pulling up a chair in front of us, "I have the most amazing news. First of all, I've signed on five new members since Wednesday, subject to all checks going through, but today I had a glowing email from none other than Richard Banks!"

A puzzled look appeared on my face and Alayna's expression matched mine in confusion.

"Who is Richard Banks?" we asked in unison.

"Oh, you girls are so funny! You know he's one of our members? The most high-profile one, actually. He's that famous billionaire who was the first to set up an online shopping website, hosting products from millions of suppliers. You, Jasmine shop on there all the time -- Utopia.com?"

I shook my head in confusion. "I've heard of Utopia. I mean who hasn't, but I don't recognize the name Richard Banks on our membership list."

"Oh wait," she said peering at her phone. I saw her scrolling through the members on our database. "What about the name, Brandon Banks? Ring any bells?"

I was still puzzled, but then a lightbulb clicked. Brandon...shit, no way! Was he the guy I'd fucked? My heart started beating rapidly and I forced myself to keep a neutral expression on my face.

"So is Brandon Banks aka Richard Banks?" I asked Nina.

"Yes, sweetie!" she smiled broadly and continued explaining. "Richard said he booked in for a session yesterday morning so one of you must have met him?"

I looked over at Alayna and she slowly nodded her head in understanding. "Ah, yes that's right. Brandon Banks was booked in for our first session."

"Richard joined our Club recently and was rather worried about using his real name on our database, so he decided to sign up with a different Christian name, and he chose 'Brandon'. I told him that our system was safer and more encrypted than the FBI, but he didn't believe me, so I agreed to make an exception for him. You don't say no to Richard Banks."

"I don't understand," Alayna spoke up, "we vet everyone and do the credit and police checks so how could he have been approved, if he used an alias?"

"Good question! I approved his application myself, without any of the checks, darling. I know him, so I didn't feel the need to go through the formal process."

That all made sense, but didn't change the fact that I had slept with Richard Banks. Fuck, fuck, fuck! What a major screw up.

I threw a worried look at Alayna and her face registered the same shock that I felt.

"What did Richard want, Nina?" I asked, remembering suddenly that he had contacted her. He was going to expose me. I knew it.

"He says he wants to be my silent business partner! He loved the experience he had and believes we could go global with our concept. We must have matched him up with someone spectacular!" Nina clapped her hands in glee.

From the very beginning, Nina had lofty ambitions for the Club. She had a five-year plan which included expansion into Europe. What she needed was capital and although her bank balance was healthy, her business did not have enough cash to open up a new Club for many years.

I had a sudden urge to laugh at this strange turn of events. Did Richard have ulterior motives though? I remembered his comments during our session. "I always get what I want."

Nina continued telling us about Richard and what he had to offer. It sounded like a well-rehearsed sales pitch to hypothetical shareholders. The truth was, she was the only stakeholder and could make any decision she wanted, including firing me.