Chapter 19: Andrea
I was running late on Monday morning because I could hardly pry myself out of bed. While my weekend with Sammy had been wonderful, it had left me exhausted and more than a little sore. I groaned when the alarm went off at 6 AM and grunted like an old woman as I got out of bed. I felt as if I’d run a marathon while holding a giant sausage between my legs while battling my way through the WWE to make it to the finish line!
Every muscle ached, my head throbbed like I had a hangover, and my twat was tender, but in a very good way. I was a tough girl. It would heal and be ready to go the next time Sammy the Sausage paid us a visit.
Because I was running so late I parked in the side parking lot and came in through the locked entrance using my keycard. The side door opened into the lobby near the elevators and I was about to punch the Up button when I saw Denny and Sammy coming out of the coffee bar on the far side of the lobby. Then I saw her. A shapely woman wearing a dress so skimpy you could almost see her crotch and nipples. She called out to Denny and Sammy and ran toward them in stiletto heels. She fell into Sammy’s arms and gave him a big hug. I froze in my tracks, then stepped behind a large potted plant to spy on them.
“Oh my god, do you know who that is?” a voice whispered from behind me. Startled, I turned to see Regina, Denny’s secretary, standing close behind with a devious grin on her lips.
“No, who is it?”
“That’s Carina Caro something or other. She’s the Russian girl, the one who works at Club D. They call her, ‘The Girl with the Million Dollar Pussy’.”
“Who calls her that?”
“The guys,” she said. “Denny, Isaac, and Sammy.”
I gave her a sideways frown while keeping my eyes on the woman, who was practically wrapping herself around Sammy, and it didn’t look like he was trying too hard to resist.
I asked, “Club D? What’s that?”
She scoffed in my ear. “Seriously, you don’t know about Club D? Everybody knows about Club D.”
I watched the woman clutching at Sammy’s shirt, pulling him into her. Clearly, she was upset and her presence in the IDS lobby was unnerving Denny and Sammy. Denny pulled her off to the side and Sammy was trying to shield her from view.
“I’ve never heard of the place,” I said. “What is it? And who is she?”
“Club Votre Desire? Club D? It’s the private club Sammy, Denny, and Isaac own. It’s basically a high-end brothel slash freak show, and that—” she gave the woman now burying her face in Sammy’s shirt a disgusted look— “Is Carina something or other, their star attraction. Pick any hole in her body and a cock has been inside it, usually Sammy’s. Rumor has it that she is the highest paid hooker in the land.”
“How do you know that?” I asked, watching the horror unfold before my eyes as the woman started kissing Sammy and grinding her cunt into his leg right in front of everyone. Sammy had his hands on her arms, trying to push her away, I suppose, though it didn’t look like he was trying too hard.
“I’ve been Denny’s secretary for years, darling. I know everything.” She leaned in and lowered her voice. “Supposedly, Carina and Sammy have always been close. They sort of have a thing going, to hear Denny tell it. They usually spend the weekends together at the club. God knows how much Sammy has paid her over the years, probably more than you or I will ever make working for him. Sad, a great guy like that paying a whore for sex every weekend. Go figure.”
“Yes, go figure,” I said, trying to breathe as I watched the man I had spent the weekend with walking out the door with the Russian whore. A thick wave of nausea washed over me. I could taste vomit in my throat. When Sammy and the woman disappeared, I turned to Regina and took her hand. “Come on.”
She frowned at me. “Where are we going?”
“To my office,” I said as I dragged her toward the elevators. “You’re going to tell me everything you know about Club D.”