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I stepped into the glass shower and under the hot spray, reveling in the sheets of hot water that coursed down my skin. I let the water wash over my face, pondering the thoughts of what it would be like to give up my virginity, marveling about it every other day after what I had seen at Club V in NYC. I couldn’t shake the image from my mind. Reaching out, I began to wash my hair, working the shampoo into a rich, foamy lather amidst my long locks. I closed my eyes and began to hum an old song when the noise from the shower muffled the sound of the bathroom door.

Almost, but not quite.

I kept my eyes closed as I heard the glass door swing open with the smallest click and then it closed again. Strong hangs began to caress my body, rubbing scented moisturizing body wash across the length and width of my body. Every part of me was suddenly on fire in the wake of the strong roving hands. I was instantly wet, a heat wholly unrelated to the water now flooding between my thighs.

It was him.

I had imagined his touch before.

I craved it.

I pushed my ass back slightly, and was rewarded - much to my titillating surprise - by a light stroke of his tongue against my tight bud. I shuddered with delight; he had to be kneeling behind me.

I was greedy for the feeling of his tongue working itself against my anus. I moaned with pleasure as he ran one strong hand up my thigh to rest on my vulva, his thumb firmly ensconced between my labia.

Oh god!

His touch felt so good. I placed both against the wall and spread my legs further apart, the better to give him access to my pussy. His tongue never ceased its slow torment, pressing it against my tight hole, seeking entry, only to pull back with a series of light licks.

My nipples were hard pebbles that ached, a sure sign that an orgasm was coming. Long locks hung down my face, moving in exaggerated time to the way I tossed my head with the pleasure he caused.

His thumb never moved, so I began to move against it, working in time with his tongue, savoring the way his digit grazed against my swelling clit.

Oh fuck. I was so close.

My breath began to come in ragged pants, and my hips began to buck of their own volition. My moans were loud now, unrestrained by any need to behave myself for him. I was now simply a creature of pure desire.

Somehow, he knew that, because he stood and pushed into me, the hard, thick length of his cock filling me so abruptly, stretching my virgin walls, that I cried out as the pleasure of my orgasm tore through my body.

I leaned against the wet tiled wall for support, my knees weak from the sensation as my body heaved with pleasure. He began to move in and out of me, purposefully denying me of any relief from the powerful sensations coursing through me through his own actions. It was driving me towards a new orgasm.

The worst and best part of it all was that he seemed totally immune to this intoxicating pleasure that we had achieved. I tried to outlast him but never even came close. By the time he so much as broke a sweat I was begging for another orgasm...for the second time.

As I clutched the tiled wall, my pussy throbbed with need and pleasure, the smell of sex mingling with the hot mist of the shower and I wondered how did he know how to manipulate my body like this? I didn't really care, as long as I came again.

He moved within me slowly, deliberately, using his cock to stroke my inner walls, skirting the limits of my receding orgasm, denying me of any break in the sensation while avoiding over stimulation.

Fuck it felt so good and I needed release now but it was clear he wasn't going to give it to me. With one hand on my clit, his index finger now firmly on top of my swollen clit, and his other on my hip for support, he was well positioned to torment me like this for hours. I knew that regardless of what my body craved, he would be perfectly content to keep me in this post-orgasmic state for another hour, until I had been reduced to a whimpering wreck, begging for release.

His finger tapped my clit a few times and I swear I saw stars. Fuck it felt incredible but I needed to come again. But here, now, with his cock buried to its hilt in my wet sopping cunt, my ears full of the sound of my own gasps and moans, his hands on me, guiding me around the sweet release of my own pleasure rather than to it, I knew that I could not achieve that relief.

My body ached and shivered with delight that he was deliberately denying my release. He was showing me how to completely surrender myself to him.

That he controlled my body in every way, just with a single touch. I rested my face against the cool tile and realized there was only one thing left to do in order to get release.

Beg.

My eyes flew open as the sunlight clawed its way into my consciousness, forcing myself out of my dream. Jesus Christ! I'd been fucking dreaming again, entranced with the most exciting sex I had ever had. I smiled in my pillow, this one had been one hell of a dream and my panties were sopping wet. I had come in my sleep. Damn it. These dreams had been taking up occupancy in my mind now since I had seen the auction room. That girl on display for all to see.

It was time that I got a fucking grip on reality or I was going to lose my mind!

Six months later not much had changed at the Club V location in Jersey. I was still going in every day that I had a shift, running the bar when Suzy wasn’t there and running it with her when she was. We were a dream team as far as the management was concerned and both of us had seen great raises over the time we had spent there.

“I’m not sure how I’ll ever move on to a job in the corporate world. They don’t tip you there, do they?” Suzy asked with a laugh and a frown.

“They might not tip you, but sometimes you get a company car if you’re really well behaved. Oh, and Christmas bonuses!”

“Okay, now it’s sounding better.”

“But in that setting people aren’t allowed to put $50 between your breasts. Or if they do, you get to take them to court and turn it into $500,000.”

Suzy laughed again. “Seriously, Samara, you’re selling me on this corporate life.”

“Ladies, it is not all it’s cracked up to be,” Tommy Rollins chimed in from the other side of the bar. “No matter what it looks like, trust me, there is another side to the story. You know, you think you see all these people…all these people that crowd in here every weekend, and you think they’ve got it all. I’ll tell you what. These people ain’t got Jack Shit.”

Tommy Rollins, top investment banker, was drunk at my bar for the fifth time in as many weeks. I didn’t know what was up with the guy, as I had been trying to limit my personal conversations with him, but it was clear that something wasn’t working out for him either at home or at work. I guessed it was the latter and I didn’t want to ask. He was involved with a lot of very important people and on the off chance that something related to his business was about to go south, I didn’t want to end up in a situation where I had to testify as to what Tommy Rollins had revealed while sitting on a bar stool.

“No one in here has nothing…” his words were slurring together. “Maybe you two,” he said as he turned back to Suzy and I and regarded us thoughtfully. “Yeah, if I had to guess I would say that you two are probably the richest people in here. You got a family you love?”

Suzy was moving on to another customer and not taking the bait. It left me to deal with Tommy alone.

I nodded at him. “Yeah, I do.”

He raised his glass. “Good for you. You know what I have? Fuck all. I used to have a wife and we had a baby…and then the baby, she died. And my wife couldn’t deal with it. Or rather, I wasn’t ‘there for her’ and she went back to her mom in Toronto. I mean, fuck’s sake lady, what do you want me to do? Hold you while you cry or pay for all the shit you insist on having to live?”

I gave him a pitying half smile. “I’m sorry, Tommy. I didn’t know about the baby.”

“Not a lot you can do,” he said. “Babies die. Weird, isn’t it? Like they are there and they are so small and you’ll do anything to take care of them but they are so tiny and what do you even do to keep them alive? Then one day you wake up, like you have every day before that for your entire fucking forty years on this earth…but your baby doesn’t. Like, what the fuck, God?”

I had considered cutting him off and calling him a cab, but after hearing that I didn’t have the heart. I had no idea how recent the loss might have been.

“This one is on me, Tommy.” I said, sliding another scotch his way. “Just take it easy, okay? I don’t want to have to worry about you getting home safely or not looking after yourself.”

He looked like he was about to tear up and I fumbled to find some napkins in case he needed them.

“Samara, sweetheart. Just promise me this: Do whatever it takes to keep your family together. I don’t care how hard it is, nothing is worse than being alone in this world. Things get ripped away from you and you might have no control over the situation, but when you do—for god’s sake do whatever you have to for your family.”

I nodded quickly and moved down the bar to help another club member. It wasn’t often that I had these kinds of conversations at my bar. After all, we were a sex club. There was no mistaking that when you walked out on the floor. But the barstools tended to be filled by people who were sitting on the outside edge of all of this sex and excitement. It was as if they wanted to be a part of it, but somehow something in them kept them from being fully present and taking advantage of the situation. Which was a real shame considering the premium they were paying to walk through the door and sit and be served drinks by me.

I was getting a little introspective where I stood drying some glasses behind the bar. Maybe all that stuff about standing on the outside and not participating was something I should think about in my own life. I was spending so much time on work and school that there was a lot I was missing out on. There was a chance I needed to heed my own words and start applying them to my life if I was going to be handing out this kind of advice from behind my bar.

“How’s Tommy?” Suzy asked as she came to stand beside me. “That looked like it was about to go right down the toilet.”

“Yeah, I think it’s okay now. I’m a little worried about him, but he seems to at least have a good handle on what’s important in life. I just had no idea he had been through that kind of trauma.”

Suzy looked out across the room at our Friday night crowd. It was pretty tame for the moment but would undoubtedly get rowdier as the evening went on.

“You just never know what people are carrying with them.”

I nodded and suddenly felt my phone vibrate. I didn’t often receive calls while I was at work, so I reached for the phone and saw that it was my mom.

“That’s weird,” I said under my breath. “Suzy, I’m going to take this. Be back in a second.”

I rounded the corner and answered the call.

“Hey Mom, what’s up?”

“Honey, you need to get to the hospital. Your brother collapsed during his football game and they’ve rushed him to the emergency room. We’re here now and I’m…I’m not sure what they’re going to do…”

“What?! Mom, I’ll be right there. Is Dad with you?”

“He’s in the room with Josh right now. Your brother is conscious again, but they are going to take him back for some tests. Things are really up in the air right now and we don’t want to leave him alone. If you can get out of work I think it would be best if you could get here…soon, honey.”

I ended the call and headed back around to the bar. My emotions must have been showing all over my face because Suzy realized immediately that something was very wrong.

“What’s happened? Do you need to leave?” She asked, her voice full of concern.

“Yeah,” my voice came out thick and cracking. I nodded my head. “Yes, I’ve got to go. It’s my brother. Don’t know what’s going on but he collapsed during his football game and now they’ve got him at the emergency room. My mom…my mom seems to think I need to be there so…”

“Go, get out of here now. Get your purse and go.”

In a daze I stumbled down the hallway to the dressing room and grabbed my things from my locker before rushing out of the club and out to my car.

It all happened so quickly from there. I had no memory of the route I took to the hospital. It was all muscle memory from when I had driven every day to see my grandfather. All the way there the only thing I could think about was how much I loved my brother and how I would do anything in the world to make sure he was okay. He was such a strong, fun guy. Always in the middle of something, always making people laugh. People couldn’t help but smile whenever Josh was around and everyone loved him.

The thought of him lying there in a hospital bed, prone and with tubes and wires connected to him terrified me. He was my little brother, although we weren’t that far apart in age. Sure we had fought like cats and dogs growing up, but the truth was that he was my closest family member. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to try to make life easier for him.

Tommy’s words came back to me and I shuddered. It was too eerie to have just had that conversation and then be faced with potential tragedy.

“Please, let him be okay,” I said aloud to the air as I sped along the road to the hospital.

I arrived, hardly knowing how I had gotten there at all, and parked in the emergency room parking area. Running up to the automatic doors I waited as they opened slowly and cursed them as I bolted into the waiting area of the emergency room.

Neither of my parents were in sight so I made my way to the front desk.

“Josh…Tanza,” I said, only then realizing I was out of breath.

The nurse looked up from her computer. “Take a deep breath honey. Are you okay? Do you need to see a doctor?”

I shook my head, exasperated and struggling to find the words I needed in the moment. It was all too much and I was overwhelmed, not knowing where my parents were or how Josh was doing.

“My brother. An ambulance brought my brother here.” I took another deep breath. “He collapsed at his football game.”

That seemed to ring a bell and she nodded and pointed down a hallway. “Football player, that’s right. Curtain three. It should be fine for you to go in there now.”

I hurried down the hall and read the numbers that were posted above the different curtained sections of the emergency room area. I reached Curtain three and to my surprise, it was empty and there were fresh new sheets on this bed. I whirled around, shocked and scared at what this might mean, but thankfully a nurse standing nearby read the situation and rushed over to me.

“Looking for the football player?”

I nodded affirmatively at her.

“It’s okay, they’ve moved him up to the third floor. If you’ll just head up there and check at the nurse’s station they’ll be able to send you to him.

I felt like it was all taking too long. I just wanted to get to Josh’s side and make sure everything was going to be okay. At this point I had no idea what was going on, what had really happened, or if he was in any immediate danger. The fact that he had been moved to a real room didn’t give me any comfort and I wondered what on earth it could all be about as I raced back down the hall and into one of the elevators.

The third floor was a flurry of activity and I was deposited right outside of the nurse’s station.

“Excuse me, my brother is Josh Tanza. I was told he’s up here.” I looked around at the nurses behind the desk and waited for one of them to show me a little mercy.

One of the male nurses nodded. “Yeah, the football player. He’s in 308.”

Now certain where my brother was, I was in less of a hurry because I wasn’t sure what I was walking into. My mom hadn’t had the time to explain everything on the phone and now I had to face the fact that Josh was really, truly ill.

The door was open and a doctor was exiting the room as I approached it. My parents were standing on either side of Josh’s bed and my brother was lying there, hooked up to several different monitors, looking so pale you would have thought he had either seen a ghost or somehow morphed into a Casper-like version of himself.

“Oh my god, Josh.” I rushed to my mother’s side but hesitated before leaning in to hug my brother, opting instead to squeeze his hand. He made a strong fist, but not nearly as strong as I knew he was capable of and that concerned me.

“Honey, I’m so glad you’re here,” my mom said as she embraced me. My dad came around to hug us both tightly while Josh looked up from his hospital bed with a slight grin on his face.

“You guys having fun?” He asked.

I rolled my eyes at him. “Hey dude, you be nice. You’ve got us all worried. What’s going on with you?” I posed the question to my mom and dad as much as to Josh.

“We’re still waiting to hear a few results from the doctor,” my dad said calmly. He looked rough, like whatever he had watched happen to my brother on the football field had taken some years off of his life. For all I knew it might have.

Josh didn’t look well. He was pale and his skin was clammy and although I knew he hated it, I kept checking his temperature with the back of my hand.

“You’re too cold, Josh.”

“You’re telling me,” he shot back. “And they won’t let me wear a shirt yet. I’ve got to stay hooked up to all of these things for a while.”

“Well, they’ve got to find out what’s going on. My guess is that a cheeseburger is to blame for it. Somehow, someway, it’s a cheeseburger.”

“Ha-ha,” Josh said, not finding the remark humorous in the least. “For your information I have been eating a healthy, protein-filled diet. Trying to keep myself lean.”

He didn’t look lean though. He looked puffy, like he had consumed just a little too much sodium. I was worried, less so than I had been on the way over, but still enough that I made a conscious effort to hide the emotion from my face as much as possible.

“Mom, Dad, do you guys need anything? I could go get you some snacks or a coffee or something. Whatever you need.”

My mom shook her head. “Gerry and I want to stay here so that we don’t miss the doctor. There’s no need for you to go to any trouble for us.”

“It’s no trouble at all, Mom. Really, I would be happy to do something for you.” I paused then, listening to myself, taking a moment to understand that what I was truly doing was making an attempt to rescue myself from the proceedings going on right now with my family. It was hard to be in the room, to see my little brother hooked up to these machines and absolutely helpless. This wasn’t the way that things were supposed to be, not for someone his age with so much promise in his life. Josh had a future in front of him, one that was looking bright. How was it possible for him to be facing something of this magnitude, whatever it was?

I felt the tears welling in my eyes and I moved away from the bed to sit in one of the chairs in the room, burying my face in my hands. It was ignorant and silly to be questioning all of this. Of course something like this could be happening to my family—people encountered these things every day and we were no different. It was only that it had been so long since we had seen any kind of tragedy and none of it had ever been in my immediate family. What I was dealing with was ignorance and a sort of privilege—I had never had to witness a health crisis like this and now that one was right in the middle of my family, it was like a bomb had gone off. It was only that now I was close enough to feel the impact of such a thing.

My dad came over and put his arm around my shoulder and comforted me while I cried. This wasn’t about me, but I had to get the emotions out. I wanted the same thing my parents wanted—to find out what was going on with Josh and to make sure we did whatever it took to see him well again.