Pleasure Associate Episode One
Desiree stood frozen in front of her locker at La Petite Mort Club. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply. She could do this. She would do this. It was for her future. She opened her eyes, shut her locker and walked into the Club.
Thankfully, she didn’t look as nervous as she felt. She’d spent hours picking out her outfit, her goal sexy not slutty. She wore a long, tight, black skirt that had a slit to her mid-thigh and a blue, low-cut blouse that hugged her breasts. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, the kind that made a man want to pull a strand and watch it cascade around her shoulders.
She made her way to the bar, the gold on her bracelet seeming to glow in the dark, screaming she was for sale. She glanced down the hallway that led to the playrooms. She wished she’d gotten a peek inside at least one of them but her tour of the Club had gotten cut short when Ethan had been called away. She knew where the bathrooms and breakrooms were located and that there were private suites somewhere in the back, but that was about it. Whoever she picked to take her to her first playroom was going to get his money’s worth with her innocent surprise.
She sat, ignoring the many looks from the guests, both male and female.
The bartender came over. She was a middle aged woman with a friendly smile. “What can I get for you, honey?”
“Whiskey sour.” She seldom drank but tonight she needed one or three. Luckily, she could still handle her liquor. First impressions were important and being a nervous, drunken slut wasn’t the one she wanted to give.
“Got it.” The bartender walked away and returned a moment later.
“I’m Desiree. Please put it on my tab.” She raised her wrist to show the bartender that she worked here. Their drinks and any other expenses were taken out of their check.
“Nice to meet you, Desiree. I’m Bea and the first one is always on Ethan.”
“Oh. Thanks. I didn’t know that.”
“Relax honey.” Bea smiled. “You’ll do just fine.” She nodded at a few men who were already staring at Desiree with appreciation.
“Thanks.” She took a sip of her drink. She shouldn’t be nervous. She knew men—both biblically and figuratively—but this was different. Or was it? Sex was sex. She should just grab a guy and fuck him, but she’d lost her virginity on a loser she’d loved. She wasn’t going to blow this chance at a first. She had to figure out who would pay the most to break her in, as Ethan put it.
“Hello.” A man sat next to her at the bar. He was average—brown hair, friendly face, brown eyes—and in his forties or fifties. “You’re new here aren’t you?”
He wasn’t someone she’d usually entertain but this was a new start to her life. She turned toward him. “Yes, I’m Desiree.” She held out her hand.
“I’m Jimmy.” His eyes locked on the bracelet as he took her hand and kissed it.
It was old fashioned and forward, but he knew she was for sale. She took another sip of her drink, forcing herself to smile. He was well dressed, smelled nice and he had to have money since he was a member. She could get past his plain looks and pudgy body.
“Hey Bea, another round, please,” he waved at the bartender.
“Thank you.” At least, she wouldn’t have to pay for that one.
Another man came over and sat on her other side. He was younger, probably in his thirties, and cute in a surfer-boy way. “Hi gorgeous, I’m Dale.”
“Hi Dale.” This man she might’ve chosen in her real life. He had an ease about him that made him seem like he could be a lot of fun.
“Dale”—Jimmy’s tone was not friendly—“Desiree and I were just getting to know each other.”
“Great.” Dale smiled, his eyes raking over her and lingering for an uncomfortably long moment on her breasts. “I love meeting new people, especially ones as beautiful as you.”
She resisted the urge to turn away or tug up her blouse. Dale wasn’t as charming as she’d first thought.
“Desiree, let’s go to a room and finish our conversation in private.” Jimmy glared at Dale.
“Oh I’m sorry, Jimmy, but tonight”—she emphasized the word—“I’m only watching, not participating.” It was a risky move, but one she’d bet would pay off well. Giving these rich, powerful men what they wanted as soon as they wanted it would be a mistake. They’d fuck her and forget her. She wanted repeat customers and if that didn’t work for a few of them, she’d have to make them want her badly enough to pay top dollar.
“You’re kidding, right?” Jimmy looked around as if it were a joke.
“You’re only watching tonight. That’s different.” Dale burst out laughing.
“I don’t like to jump into things.” She wrinkled her nose, knowing exactly how adorable it made her look.
Another guy a few seats down snorted back a laugh.
“You find this funny, Richard.” Jimmy wasn’t happy about any of this.
The other man looked over at them. “I find the situation amusing and her”—his blueish-gray eyes met hers—”interesting.”
“Thank you.” She smiled. For a man who must be in his sixties, he was attractive—with salt and pepper hair, a lean body and long fingers that drew her gaze. Something about him spoke of authority and power—an aphrodisiac to many women, including herself.
“Do you truly plan on just sitting at the bar, drinking and taking in the scene tonight?” asked Richard.
“Put like that, it does sound like a long, boring evening.” She grinned and the men seemed to move closer, victims to her smile that melted hearts and heated blood.
“Then, let’s go somewhere and get to know each other better.” Jimmy ran his finger back and forth across her hand. “I promise. You won’t be bored.”
She lifted her glass, breaking contact with his touch. She sipped her drink, letting her tongue clean her lips and feed their imagination. “I think, we should play a game.”