Page 3 of The Secret Club
“Sandy is going to send me the contract and all the details later this afternoon. I start tomorrow morning!”
“Did you like her? Did you meet anyone else there?” James asks.
“Yes, I think so. She seemed nice. Motherly but firm if thatmakes sense. I believe she liked me. I guess she did if she offered me the job straight away? I only saw one other person, the waitress in the Marion Cafe. She looked just a little younger than me actually.”
“Congratulations. I’m pleased for you. Hey, I’ve got to go, I’ve got someone calling on the other line that I need to speak to. I’ll pick up the kids from school. See you tonight.”
“Thanks, ok, no worries. See you tonight.” The car falls silent, and I make my way to my office. My head is whirling full of The Clarendon. What will it be like? I hope the other staff members like me. How long has it been since I made a barista coffee? Will I enjoy it? Can we now afford a nice holiday away this year? I hope I make it to my six-month probationary period.
Brushing my teeth in our ensuite later that night, James comes in to tell me the kids are both asleep. He’s wearing only grey track pants slung low on his hips. A sight that never doesn’t make my insides go giddy. What is it about men in low track pants? James is 6'5" and works out only enough to keep his dad body in check. He is graced with genes that keep heavy weight from his tall, lean figure and a full head of tousled blond hair. With his track pants low, I can see the hint of a V that draws my eye line down to the precious goods hidden beneath the fabric. James bends low to nuzzle my neck while I’m still in full teeth brushing motion. He angles his mouth close to my ear and mutters, “Congratulations Rosie, I couldn’t be more proud of you.”
I’m wearing my cream silk camisole nightdress so James begins to slowly tease my spaghetti strap down one shoulder, exposing the curve of my bare pale shoulder. Gently, he begins to sprinkle a dusting of barely there kisses from my ear, down my neck and across my shoulder. I stand still like a statueenjoying every light kiss he feathers across my heating skin. James presses into my back against the sink and I can feel the hardness of his erection digging into the centre of my back. Slowly he wraps his left hand around my waist and up towards my pebbling nipple. He lightly runs two fingers across the hard nub in gentle circles and I begin to feel my body melt into him.
I don’t want to break the spell, but I need to spit the toothpaste out and turn around. Once I wipe my mouth, I turn to James, who lifts me up with ease and places my bottom on the edge of the sink pulling my legs wide open and moving in between my thighs. He takes one hand and lifts my chin, so my eyes meet his. He uses his other to draw my neck close to his face. Looking deep into my eyes, without a word he moves his head close to mine and runs his tongue along the seam of my lips. I let out a small moan and open my lips only the slightest amount, an opportunity James doesn’t hesitate to take. With another swipe of his tongue, he brushes past my parted lips and enters my mouth, moving deliciously with my tongue.
Both hands are now cradling the base of my head, holding my head in place so that James can devour my tongue. He moves in closer to deepen the kiss and my body is pulled closer so that my nipples brush up against his naked chest. I bring my legs up around James’s waist and hook my ankles around his bottom bringing him in tight to rub up against my naked pussy. James drops one hand from around my neck and moves it along my thighs, edging painfully slow towards the apex of my centre. Once his fingers have climbed to the edge of my pussy he lets out a low groan as he realises I’m bare. Touching his forehead to mine, he mutters in a dangerously low husk, “Are you feeling naughty tonight my little Rose Petal?”
I can feel liquid heat pool at my centre.
“Yes,” I reply just before he takes my lips again, delving deeper, making the kiss hungrier and moving with more force against my tongue. Using his thumb, James gently brings it upand down my seam, barely touching my pussy lips but sending electricity through my entire body. I crave for him to touch me there more. Touch me harder, faster, reach for my clit, anything—but James is a master of command, he often teases me to the edge of insanity and now is no different.
I tip my hips so that his thumb is closer and I have more contact with the pleasure I know it can bring. He glides that one finger through my pussy lips, slowly up and down until it’s slick with my arousal, with each swipe getting closer and closer to that one spot I need him to touch. And then he’s there, that first initial touch setting off sparks deep within me. My clit is throbbing for more but James knows how to play my body. Grabbing my neck with one hand to bring my face closer to his, he dips two fingers inside of me while stroking his thumb against my clit. I shudder at the sudden intrusion, my body feeling limp to James’ whims. He nibbles on my bottom lip, watching my face as I begin to feel that welcome spark building inside of me.
“I want your arse tonight, Rose Petal, I want to turn you around and watch your face in the mirror as I push past your tight muscles and slip deep into this perfect arse right up to my balls. Will you give me all of your arse tonight, Rose, will you take my big aching cock like a good little girl, or would you like to take it hard like a naughty slut? Make me punish you for looking so sexy in that pencil skirt you wore, showing off your arse so well today?”
His filthy words are all I need to feel the scales of pleasure tip over. Ecstasy courses through my body as James’ curved fingers continue pumping inside of me and his thumb keeps stroking, drawing out every delightful pulse of my climax until I’m shuddering from the sensitivity. Withdrawing his fingers, I watch with hooded eyes as he brings his fingers up and wipes them across my mouth before leaning in to lick up the juices from my lips.
In a flash, James pulls me down from the countertop and bends me over between the two sinks facing directly towards the mirror. He reaches over to the drawers on the right and pulls out a bottle of lube. In seconds, he’s pulled his track pants just below his groin and although I can’t see his cock, I can feel the heat of it as it springs free and the tip rests on my arse.
“Which will it be Rose Petal, want me to fuck you like a good girl or a naughty slut?” James asks darkly, his voice has grown husky. Heat is radiating off his hard body, yet I need to feel him closer.
I stare at him in the mirror, his movements are dominating my every thought and move. There’s something dark in there, I can see it bubbling just under the surface. I can feel it and I love the way he takes from me. I want him to take it all. I want to please him.
"I'm your naughty girl, James,” I croak out. “Give it to me like you want to.”
James’s eyes flash at mine in the mirror as he pushes one lubed finger into my arse and I groan, “Yes,” bracing my head onto my forearms. I feel another one enter me as James leans his body over mine, his cock pushed down between our bodies as he kisses along my shoulder.
“You like that don’t you. Letting me loosen up this dirty hole, before I’m going to drive what you really want deep inside you.”
My clit sparks again at his filthy words as he pulls away from my shoulder. Looking into my eyes through the mirror, James removes his fingers from my body, grabs the lube and rubs it down the length of him. Without breaking eye contact through the mirror, James lines up his thick cock and pushes.
My eyes go wide at the intrusion, I try and relax the muscle currently tightening around the head of James’ cock. He bends over my back once again, lacing his hand around the front of me and finding my clit. Rubbing the bud in circles with twofingers helps me relax my muscles and loosen up completely allowing James to push forward until he’s fully seated in my arse. The corner of his lips curve and lust enters his eyes. In a heartbeat his eyes darken and he mutters, “There’s my girl. Taking me so good. Are you ready for your arse to be filled up? Are you ready for it to be punished? Are you ready to take my cum so deep, right here?” He pulls out a little before pushing the full force of his body up into mine. I scream out at the fullness and how deep his cock is.
I look up at James through the mirror and know that my screams spur him on. I reach one hand down and start to rub my clit to the rhythm of James’ thrusts. I can feel the sparks building up through my core. Watching James begin to unravel, his eyes are trained on mine. He’s looking like he wants to break me as his thrusts become harder and then more erratic. Holding both my hips as he thrusts chasing his climax, he leans over me and bites into my shoulder, hard. Pain ripples through my body and tips me over the edge of another climax. My arse muscles tense and quiver with the full force of my climax, tipping James over into his. His eyes roll to the back of his head and he holds his body so close to mine, his cock is fully seated to the hilt in my arse as he unloads.
I don’t know why the dirtiness of his cum being deep inside my arse turns me on so much, but I’m glad James enjoys giving it to me. Slowly, ever so gently, he slides himself out and grabs a washcloth from the shelf. Running it under the tap, before running it over my hole and cleaning me up. He does the same for his cock before pulling his track pants back up. I turn around, pulling my nightie back down over my waist and look up. Words are spoken between our looks, I smile sleepily and he pulls me in for a tight hug.
“Let’s get you into bed my naughty girl,” James murmurs into my hair.
3
It’s Friday and I start the day like every other weekday. I drop the kids off to before school care and then make my way over to The Clarendon. It’s been six months of making fresh coffees, helping golf club members, making friends and getting to know the running of the golf club. I haven’t taken an afternoon shift yet, but that’s because this job is supplementing my income and I work in my own business each afternoon. Weekends I spend with my family and the kids’ sports.
Having this new experience has been a brilliant learning curve, a real confidence building journey, and I’ve loved every minute of it. I’ve done everything that has been asked of me—even helped unblock a toilet and ran errands when the occasions arose. No job is below me; no problem can go unsolved. I’m praying my can-do energy has secured my place here for longer than six months. I’ve enjoyed being a part of a team again.
“Hey, you need to relax, Sandy is not going to let a hot little firecracker like you go. All hell will need to freeze over before that happens. So just chill, and please, for the love of god, stop pulling at your hair, there won’t be any left and then Sandywon’t want to keep your sorry bald arse around.” Sophie elbows me in the side. I’m glad she’s on shift with me today as she’s been my partner in crime here in the café.
Pretty Sophie has been with The Clarendon for over a year now and appears to love it. She was the girl who served me when I had my interview here with Sandy. I say pretty because with auburn hair, fiery light golden-brown eyes and a dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks, and the cutest, upturned button nose—she reminds me of an exotic pixie.
