The Gentlemen's Club Journals Complete Collection (7 page)

“Tony, I just don’t know if I can do it.”  Elektra had never returned to her car that quickly.  Kate peeked over the window and saw a mountain of a man standing in front of the stripper.

“They already paid me, bitch.  You’re going to the room, you’re going to make them happy, and you’re going to do it as soon as your fucking shift is over.”  He didn’t sound angry, but quiet and contained.  Somehow, it was more menacing.

“I don’t mind when it’s only one person, Tony.  Sometimes I can even forget that I’m being paid and really enjoy it, but I’m afraid of this.  I can’t do it.”  Her eyes were pleading, but she was holding back tears.

“You owe me $2900 dollars, Elektra.  This will knock $200 off of the balance.  Maybe instead I should just take your car, huh?  Maybe I should go to your house and take something else?  Maybe I should come by when you’re sleeping tonight and—”

“Okay, Tony.” Elektra’s voice was quiet.  “I’ll do it.  I…I’ll do it.”

Suddenly, Tony was sweet and kind.  “Alright, Baby.  That’s my girl.  They’ll be at the Rock Burn Inn on Twelfth Street, room 312.  You get there when your shift is over.”

Elektra walked away, back into the club.  Kate heard Tony mutter, “stupid bitch” under his breath.  Then, the big man walked away as well.  Kate counted to thirty and climbed back up the front seat.  She pulled out, intending to go home, but her hands moved the wheel and she drove five blocks north to Twelfth Street.  She drove another eight blocks west and pulled into the Rock Burn Inn.  It was a nice place, not quite 4 stars, but close.  When she and Dr. Asshole decided to build their house, there was a three week delay between leaving their apartment and getting the occupancy permit for the new home.  They’d stayed at the Rock Burn.

She walked into the lobby.  It was much as she remembered, although they’d updated the carpeting and added a central lounge bar in addition to the one in the restaurant some celebrity chef ran.  She walked to the counter and asked to look at a building map.  312 was a suite.  Directly next to it was 314, and their balconies were adjoined, separated by only a wrought iron divider.  She asked if the suite was available and made up a story about the room having sentimental value.  The man at the front typed on the computer, and in five minutes, she opened the door to suite 314 and walked inside.  She threw her purse on the couch and walked into the suite’s bedroom and from there out to the balcony.  Looking over into 312, she noticed their large sliding glass door was open, though the screen was closed.  She could see directly in to where the bed sat, a giant king sized affair like the one she owned at home.

She left her own balcony door open and walked back into her suite.  She looked at her watch.  It was 11:45.  She knew Elektra would be off somewhere between 1:15am and 2:00am, depending on the dancer rotation at the club.  She had at least an hour and a half to wait.  A knock at the door told her the room service she’d ordered when she checked had arrived.  She opened it up, and an awkward boy pushed the cart through the door.  She figured he was nineteen or twenty—had to be at least eighteen to be working so late.  She smiled at him, and he blushed.  His hands practically shook as he handed her the bill.  She felt cruel, knowing his hormones were probably running at a million miles per hour, but she lifted one of the chocolate covered strawberries and licked it.  Then with an exaggerated moan, she closed her eyes.  “Oh God, that’s so good!”  She opened her mouth and sucked the fruit in, trying to be as sensual as she could as she bit into it, chewed and swallowed. 

His eyes were wide, and she signed the check.  He took it and turned to leave, but she stopped him and told him she hadn’t added a tip and would give him cash.  That let her bend over the couch to get her purse, and she made a show of it, knowing the boy’s hand would be moving like thunder at some point thinking about her.  She pulled out a $20 and handed it to him.  He took it, hands still shaking, and escaped out the front.  She smiled because he’d been too distracted to remember to pour her wine, but she filled a glass herself.  She settled back to wait for whatever was going to happen with Elektra and tried desperately not to feel crazy over her spying.

The waiting wasn’t too bad.  Once she’d discovered where Elektra worked, she’d spent hours waiting in the parking lot.  At 1:15, she went back into the bedroom and listened for noise from the suite next door.  At 1:45, she heard voices and she crept out onto her balcony and looked in.  There were two men there.  One wore a robe.  He was tall with closely cropped black hair.  The other wore chinos and a polo shirt.  He was a little stockier.  She put both men in their forties.  The bedroom door opened, and another man entered.  He was muscular and blonde, probably in his late thirties and most definitely one of those narcissistic body builders.  He had jeans on but no shirt and no shoes.  When he spoke, his voice was curiously nasal.

“I paid three grand for this girl, boys.  Let’s make sure we get our money’s worth.”  The other men laughed and the bodybuilder left.

The other two men stood, and to Kate’s surprise, began to strip.  Within a few minutes, they were naked.  The stocky one said, “I hope this bitch is as good as Tony says she is.”  The other one just nodded.  The door opened again and the bodybuilder said she was at the door.  He left and the men stood up.  In a few seconds, he was back, leading Elektra by the hand. 

Elektra’s eyes widened at the sight of the two men, but she didn’t have time to say anything because the stocky one immediately pushed her to her knees in front of him and pushed his cock into her mouth.  She struggled to take him in, as the bodybuilder reached down and pulled off her skirt and then ripped off her panties.  Her head bobbed and she made choking and slurping noises but still tried her best to make the humming and hungry noises that Kate had seen her make in the video with her ex-husband. The stocky man was rough, grabbing her by her pageboy haircut and fucking her mouth like it was a pussy.

Finally, he pulled out and Elektra gasped.  The black haired man stepped up, and Elektra immediately began to suck him.  He wasn’t rough like the stocky one, but the bodybuilder stepped behind the stripper and pushed into her pussy, fucking her hard and fast.  She kept her mouth on the cock in front of her and made noises somewhere between moans and screams.  As she watched, Kate felt herself growing excited and reached her hand between her legs to rub at herself through her skirt.  When the men threw Elektra on the bed, she felt a shock of electricity at her clit.  The men positioned the stripper so her head hung backwards over the side and one by one took turns pushing their cocks all the way into her mouth.  Somehow, the girl managed to take them without choking. 

The bodybuilder climbed onto the bed and buried his face in the little blonde’s pussy, and she squirmed.  At first, Kate thought the tongue was pleasing her, but she realized that it was actually distracting her, making it harder for her to concentrate as she sucked, and Elektra’s chokes and gags grew more pronounced than her moans.  By this time, Kate’s hand was under her skirt, and she had moved her panties out of the way and was thrusting her fingers inside of herself.

The men moved Elektra again.  The bodybuilder picked her up completely off the bed and the black haired man laid down on it.  Elektra was dropped on top of him, and from underneath her, the man grabbed her hips and pushed his cock up into her.  They were positioned in such a way that Kate watched him enter her.  The stocky one climbed up by their heads, grabbed Elektra’s hair and began to fuck her mouth again.  Kate’s fingers moved furiously as she watched, and when the bodybuilder stepped up and guided his cock into the girl’s tiny asshole, Kate felt herself come in a shock of sensation that almost felled her.  Elektra let out a strangled gasp, but the men ignored it and simply fucked her.  Elektra seemed alternately happy and terrified, and Kate never stopped moving her own hand.

The men fucked the stripper for nearly an hour, changing positions but never leaving a hole unfilled.  Kate came a second time when Elektra pulled her mouth off of the bodybuilder’s cock and shouted “Oh Fuck!  I’m com—”  She never finished because the cock was shoved back in her mouth, but Kate watched the stripper’s body tense and shake.  Finally, the men began to come.  First, the stocky man, who was in her ass at the time.  He slapped her as he groaned, and she could see his ass cheeks clenching as he filled her.  The man in her pussy was next, and as soon as the stocky man had backed away, he pulled out of her pussy and stroked himself wildly, spraying her thighs, ass, and pussy with his semen.  The bodybuilder fucked her mouth wildly and soon, Kate saw Elektra’s cheeks bulge out and semen drip from her lips.  When he pulled out, the stripper collapsed on the bed.

Twenty minutes later, she was dressed and kissing each man gently on the cheek.  Kate heard her tell them that she’d had a great time, but when she looked out the balcony window, Kate saw that her eyes were watering.  Kate rushed inside, grabbed her purse, and headed to the lobby.

She sat at the lounge and waited, and when she saw Elektra walking uncomfortably through the lobby, she stood up and asked her if she could buy her a drink.

“Do I know you?”  Elektra’s voice was hoarse.

“Um, no, but I…well, you look like you could use a drink.”  Elektra nodded, and Kate led her to a booth.  When their drinks arrived, Kate said, “I…I was in room 314, and I didn’t mean to, but I saw what those men were doing to you.”

Elektra began to cry and words poured out like a river.  She owed a bad man a lot of money and he made her turn tricks to pay it off.  It all started because her husband had beaten her.  They’d gone to a family therapist, and the therapist had instructed them to separate.  Then, the psychiatrist had seduced her, and she’d fallen in love with him.  He’d promised to marry her just as soon as his sick mother was safe in a nursing home, but he had to be careful because he stood to inherit millions.  He got her an apartment and paid the rent.  He treated her nicely and bought her nice things.  Then one day, she got a subpoena.  The doctor didn’t have a s
ick mother, he had a wife.  She didn’t have to go to court, but the wife
divorced
the doctor and he stopped paying the rent. 
Elektra had to go to a loan shark or go back to the husband who beat her.  Now, here she was, a cheap whore at a high class hotel.

Kate forced back her own tears.  “Sweetheart,” she said softly, “Too many men are evil, but we don’t have to let them win.”  She signaled for the waiter and told him to bring another round and to bring a supervisor.  The drinks and the manager arrived at the same time.  She reached into her purse, pulled out a checkbook and instructed the manager to cash a check for her.  His eyebrows raised when he saw the amount, but he told her he’d run it through the computers and be right back.

She reached out with a cocktail napkin and wiped tears from Elektra’s eyes.  “Honey, I don’t even know your name.”  Of course she knew it, but she wondered which name she’d give.

“I’m Morgan.  Morgan Rees.  It’s…it’s—”  She couldn’t finish.  It wasn’t good to meet her.  Nothing was good right now.

The manager returned with a thick envelope.  Kate handed it to Morgan. 

“What’s this?”  The girl looked confused.

“That’s enough rent for the next six months and unless you owe this loan shark more than five thousand dollars, it’s enough to pay him off.”  Kate drained her drink and stood up.  Morgan looked up at her in shock.

“Why are you doing this?”

Kate leaned down and kissed her cheek.  “Morgan, Honey.  I was hurt by an asshole like this doctor.  Luckily, I ended up in a better position for it, as far as the money is concerned.  Hell, the money that I just gave you is what I get in one month from the prick.  In a way, I guess I’ve made my asshole pay you for what your asshole did to you.” 
Of course I know they’re the same asshole.
  “It makes me feel good.”

Morgan began to cry softly.  Kate stroked her cheek and walked out of the lobby.  She felt numb, but she also felt free.  She got in her car, drove home, and walked directly into her bedroom.  She went to the media player attached to her television and pulled out the thumb drive that had the video she’d seen every day for the last few hundred days.  She walked outside and dropped the drive in a metal trashcan filled with lawn clippings.  When she got back inside, her phone was ringing.

“Hey!  Where the hell have you been?”

“Hi Maureen.  How are you?”

“Forget about me, what the hell have you been doing all night?”