“Just sit back and enjoy.” She smiled at me. “It’s been too long.”
“What’s been too long?” I frowned.
“Since you’ve had a release.” She reached down and massaged my cock through my pants before I pushed her off of me.
“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but you’re done.”
“Don’t you like it?” She looked at me in surprise. “I thought you would have liked it.”
“You’re mistaken. Come with me.” I grabbed her arm and escorted her out of the room.
I could tell that some of the other girls had seen us, and they watched us curiously as we left the room. Some of them had jealous looks on their faces. I knew that they were wondering what she had that they didn’t. They didn’t know that I was about to fire her and not fuck her.
“Janice, this isn’t going to work out.” I looked at her as we entered my office. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to fire you. I don’t think you’re a good fit for the club.”
“What?” Her eyes widened and then grew small. “But I need this job.”
“I’m sorry.” I shrugged. “I’m sure you’ll find another one. You’re a very pretty girl.”
“I can’t believe this.” She sat on the chair in front of me. “Let me have another chance, please.”
She walked over to me and looked into my eyes for a second before reaching up and undoing my zipper. She pulled my cock out, and before I knew what was happening, her lips were on me and she was bobbing up and down. I groaned as she started sucking me off and closed my eyes. I hadn’t expected her to try and convince me in this way.
***
“Greyson, you need to come right now.” Brandon’s voice sounded panicked on the phone.
“What’s going on? Where are you?” I yawned as I stretched in the bed.
I froze as I realized that I had company. I looked over and saw Janice cuddled up next to me. I wanted to slap myself. I couldn’t believe that I had slept with her. It went against my policy of getting involved with the women in the club.
“Greyson, it’s Maria. Please just come.”
“Where are you?”
“Maria’s room.”
“Why are you in Maria’s room?” I sighed and looked at the clock on my bedside table. “It’s fucking 4 a.m., Brandon.”
“Just fucking come now. I’ll tell you when you get here.” Brandon’s voice sounded strange, and he hung up the phone.
I stretched once more and rolled out of bed.
“Where are you going, honey?” Janice smiled up at me through closed eyes and I shuddered at her endearment.
“I’m not your honey,” I muttered. “I’d like you to be gone by the time I get back.”
“What?” Her eyes flew open then and she sat up. Her breasts sat high on her chest and I realized that they must be fake.
“You heard me.” I sighed. “Please be gone by the time I get back.”
“So that’s it.” She looked hurt. “What about—”
“What about nothing, Janice. I don’t want anything from you or with you. This was a mistake.”
“I see.” She bit her lower lip. “I thought that—”
“Be gone by the time I get back.” I pulled on some jeans and a shirt and strode out of the room.
I walked through the corridors quickly, trying not to think about all the questions and worries rolling around in my mind. The club was eerily quiet as I walked. Nothing much happened at 4 a.m.. Even the men who had participated in kinky sex were usually fast asleep at this hour.
I walked past the doors of the room that I knew contained the dungeons for the more adventurous and couldn’t stop the feeling of shame from sweeping over my body. I stopped in the hallway for a few seconds as I tried to control my breathing. I wasn’t happy with what the private club had become. It wasn’t that it was so different from my initial expectations of what we wanted at the club. It was just that it felt wrong.
I started to wonder if in some way I hadn’t been exploiting women who were too weak to do anything about it. As I’d grown older, I’d mellowed out a bit and forgotten the heartbreaks and aches of my childhood. I no longer despised or judged my father. I no longer hated my mother for dying. I no longer ridiculed women who wanted to sleep with me right away and let me know it. The fact was that a lot of the emotions that had made me who I was today no longer existed inside of me. As I’d grown older and the club had become more successful, the more I felt like maybe I’d taken the wrong path.