Chapter Twelve
For the next two days, Marie busied herself with doing everyone’s nails. Since the dancers wore open-toed shoes when they were on stage, she even did toenails for some of them. At first, Chloe and Rai asked her what she would charge, but Marie wanted to do them for free. She wouldn’t be here that long, though she didn’t say that to Rai or Chloe.
Both women, however, insisted she charge for her services. They didn’t want anyone taking advantage of her, and they said this could be her job here at the club. Instead of being paid a salary like the others were who did double duty, she’d be her own boss right here in the building. Not that she would mind being part of the cleaning, laundry, or cooking crew during her short stay, but doing nails was something she really loved.
So she called around to the area salons and found out what they charged for various services. After she had that information, she made up a price list to show Chloe and Rai. Once they agreed the prices were more than reasonable, Rai let Marie use the computer and printer in the office she occupied when she did her work for Donny, so Marie could print a price list that they hung up in the kitchen, next to the weekly schedule.
Marie realized on the first day she’d also need to book actual appointments if she expected to have any free time. In addition to her, there were twenty-four women in the building, and all of them were delighted at the prospect of having a nail technician living with them.
By the time Tuesday afternoon came, she’d done nails for half the women there, and had heard more gossip than she could keep track of. She even learned that both Rai and Kayla had recently found out they were pregnant.
Doing the women’s nails gave Marie a sense of purpose that had been lacking since she first came here. She no longer felt adrift, as though her life had been put on permanent hold. It also was a way she could give back to this community that had sheltered and protected her, even after the lies she’d told.
Marie hoped this would at least partially atone for that, and would set her on the right course. She couldn’t live her life telling lies whenever she was in trouble. That was no way to be.
The women were very nice to her, even though most of them had already made the assumption she and Jimmy were a couple. Marie stayed neutral on the point, changing the conversation at every opportunity.
While doing nails again grounded her in some respects, her relationship with Jimmy wasn’t a relationship at all. Once she left, it would be over. She didn’t want to think about it. That would only depress her. It was better to let them talk about anything else, and about each other, than to dwell on her feelings for a man who would never be hers.
Tuesday evening, Marie wandered into the club to watch the first set of dancers. Jimmy was at her side almost instantly. He leaned close and whispered, “When are we going to the private room?”
She’d forgotten about that. The excitement of the past two days, coupled with that intense conversation with Donny on Sunday afternoon, had pushed her little shopping trip with Jimmy right out of her head.
“You tell me. When’s a good time?”
“After the first set.”
“Okay.” Her pulse raced. “What do we do? Just walk in there?”
“Yeah.” He grinned. “We don’t need an appointment, Marie.”
“Oh ha-ha. You’re so funny.”
He swept his hand into her top, cupping her left boob. “Marie, you’re not wearing a bra.”
She laughed. “Neither are the dancers, so I figured why not?”
“You incredibly sexy woman.” Right there, oblivious to the looks some of the customers gave them, Jimmy massaged her nipple until Marie’s pussy was soaking wet. “I don’t think I can wait for the set to be over.”
“Me either.” She was off the stool before he had his hand out of her top. He grabbed her hand and led her to the back of the club, past the curtained entrance where two patched members stood guard. They eyed her like she was fresh meat as she and Jimmy walked past, but Marie didn’t mind. If this was what he wanted, she’d gladly give it a shot.
At first, it was kind of a shock to see members back there with dancers and a few customers, having sex, right in the open. There were silk screens that partially obscured some of them, but nothing blocked out the sounds or the smells.
Jimmy was unfazed. How many times had he brought a woman back here? There was an empty spot next to the right, behind a screen. They even had benches built into the walls. Jimmy grabbed a sanitized wipe from a container of them hanging on the wall and wiped the bench.
“We’re supposed to do that when we’re done, but I never second-guess it. Lean over and put your hands on it.”
Oh my goodness, this was interesting already. She did as he asked, and then gasped as he shoved his hands under her top and grasped her boobs.
“Goddamn, Marie. I’m so fucking glad you didn’t wear a bra. You have the best tits ever.”
“Thank you.” She was lost in the sensations of him rolling her nipples in his thumbs and forefingers. He alternated that with kneading the flesh in his strong hands, while he pushed the bulge in his jeans up against her ass.
“I’m going to fuck you rough and fast. And then I might get hard again and fuck you in the mouth.”
That was fine with her. She was already out of her mind with desire, and she still had her clothes on. He pulled off the top, forcing her to stand for a second. When she did, he grasped her boobs from behind again and kissed her neck. “You ready, Marie? This is gonna be really raw.”
“Oh, God. Yes.” She’d never been so ready for anything in her life. Her entire body trembled with excitement. Jimmy bent her over again, and Marie moaned loudly when he pulled her jeans and panties down, all the way to her ankles.
He rubbed her clit from behind and shoved two fingers into her wetness. “Oh yeah. You’re fucking ready all right.” She heard a zipper, and then without any further warning, he pushed his dick into her hole.
She cried out in pleasure, and a fair amount of pain, which subsided within seconds. He grabbed her hair and tugged her head back slightly. “This is so fucking sexy.”
“Yes. It is.” She could barely speak. He rammed in and out of her harder than he ever had before, but she loved it. Her climax began to build, and when she glanced toward the entrance because of a noise that caught her attention, a small crowd had gathered around them.
Marie had never had sex in front of anyone before, and wasn’t sure she’d like it, but as soon as she realized they were being watched, a surge of energy coursed through her. The orgasm followed, and it was so intense, her cries of ecstasy were genuine.
They spurred the crowd on, who cheered and made really lewd remarks. But that only fueled her excitement. Jimmy was like a runaway train, holding onto her hips now, thrusting in and out so deeply his balls slapped her pussy and droplets of sweat landed on her bare skin. Her pussy was sore and she had trouble hanging onto the bench he was so rough, but she loved it.
It was raw, like he said, and so fucking animalistic. The crowd was a major turn-on in a way she’d never imagined possible. When he came, it was almost a disappointment. But he wasn’t done. He pulled out, roughly turned her around and kissed her, tongue and all, to more loud cheers and raunchy comments.
“Sit down.” She didn’t hesitate. Jimmy grabbed her boobs and squeezed them together, rubbing his dick in between. “Look at me. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“So are you,” she whispered. Nothing in her wildest fantasies had prepared her for this reality. His hair was loose and he needed a shave, which only made him even more fucking gorgeous. Those dark eyes bored into hers, ablaze with lust. What she wouldn’t give to live here with this man for the rest of her life.
Holy shit. As soon as the thought took shape, Marie looked away so he wouldn’t see the truth in her eyes. That was the last thing he wanted. She was certain of it. This was nothing more than sex to him. Mind-numbing, over-the-top-hot sex, for sure, but they lived completely different lives. She’d lied to him and to Digger, and caused this club more trouble than they deserved. Why the hell would he want her to stay?
No. The man of her fantasies would stay just that once she was gone. But while she was here, she’d enjoy this like she’d never enjoyed anything in her life. His cock was hard again, much to the delight of the crowd. There were more people around them now, but Marie’s attention was focused only on Jimmy.
“Open your mouth.” She did, and he rammed the entire length of his shaft inside. The crowd went nuts. Marie forced her throat muscles to relax and closed her eyes so she could concentrate on keeping her throat soft. But her hands kept drifting up because he fucked her so deeply.
“Hey, Vassago, want one of us to hold her hands down?” The voice belonged to a patched member named Apollyon. Marie opened her eyes and gazed up into Jimmy’s face. He raised his brows, asking her permission silently. Because she was so touched that he would, she nodded.
The crowd cheered, but over their noise she heard Jimmy tell Apollyon that if he touched any part of her except her hands and arms, he’d beat the shit out of him. If she could have smiled, she would have.
Apollyon wedged his body behind her, forcing her to move forward on the bench, and wrapped his arms around hers, holding them back. Jimmy’s gaze on her face was intense, questioning. She nodded again to let him know she was all right, and then he resumed fucking her mouth.
Her pussy was so wet the juices were running down her thighs. Being held like this while the man she’d dreamed about for years fucked her in front of his friends was the ultimate aphrodisiac. She came by squeezing her legs together and flexing her Kegel muscles. If any of them knew it, she didn’t even give a shit.
When Jimmy finally came, he filled her mouth first with jizz and then pulled out to splash her face and boobs with it.
Behind her, Apollyon released her arms and moved away quickly. “Fuck, Vassago. Warn a guy first, would ya? I don’t want that fucking shit on me!”
Everyone laughed, including Marie. And still he wasn’t done. Jimmy knelt on the floor and pulled off the rest of her clothes. He spread her legs and ate her out until she came again, with everyone watching them, still cheering. When he reached up and played with her boobs at the same time, she closed her eyes and let the sensations wash over her.
If he asked her to fuck every guy standing there, watching them right now, she would do it. But he didn’t. He stood and helped her put her clothes back on, adjusted his jeans, and took her hand. They didn’t speak on the way up to his room, and when they were inside, he pulled her close and held her, stroking her hair and back until tears ran down her face.
“I will never forget this night,” he said.
Neither will I.