The Country Club: Ladies' Night (The One Percent Book 3) Read online

  Mr. Black looked at her and then back at Derek.

  “You are correct. I guess you’d say she’s like the club manager. I’m her boss. She reports to me, I supervise this and other parts of the organization. That’s about all you need to know, though. Maybe she didn’t tell you but we don’t ask a lot of questions around here. So I’ll forgive this one.”

  Derek swallowed hard. While Mr. Black was pleasant enough there was also something terrifying about the man.

  “So,” Mr. Black said. “Enough with the small talk. It’s been awhile since I got my hands dirty. Do you have something for me?”

  “Yes, Mr. Black. Derek will take you to your room. I saw to everything myself.”

  “Excellent. After you, Derek.”

  Derek turned and led Mr. Black down the hall and to his private suite. When they stepped inside, Paul was there but had stopped screaming at least. He was now just crying and blubbering. Mr. Black looked around, examined the mini kitchen and looked over the pots and pans. He looked at the man strapped to the table and turned to Derek.

  “Well done,” he said.

  “Thank you, sir. Will you be needing anything else?”

  “No, other than your company.”

  “Excuse me?” Up till now, Derek had never been present during the actual killings, only the before and after.

  “Your company. I’d like you to stay and watch. I know you guys normally just tie people to the table and then come clean up after. I want you to see what goes on here. See what we do.”

  “Um…wh—“ Derek had begun to ask why, but remembered his warning about questions. “Er, I mean, yes sir. I’ll stay if you’d like.”

  “Great. You know I used to work at a club too when I was young. I worked my way up. You can do the same if you work hard, keep your nose clean and don’t piss off the wrong people. The wrong people being myself or Camila. Impress us and good things can happen.” Mr. Black removed his suit coat while putting on the heavy apron, gloves and goggles.

  “Yes sir.”

  “Great.” Mr. Black picked up a butcher knife. “Let’s get started.”

  Chapter 9

  By her fourth party in as many weeks, Laura was feeling more and more comfortable around the wealthy women. They grew more comfortable with her as well, despite her awkwardness. They wrote her off as new money. While some of the others were new money, Laura gave off the aura of a girl who had an idea that blew up before she had any idea what she had. Which wasn’t entirely false. Except she didn’t actually own any company except on paper.

  Mr. White’s people actually created the app for her and on paper, she was as legit as anyone else there. Her bank accounts, gold cards and even her home were all hers on paper if anyone went digging. It was as if Sophie had completely ceased to exist, and had been replaced by the wealthy Laura Camp. The best development was that Camila had begun opening up to her in their wine-fueled conversations.

  “So what do you like to do for fun? I mean since I have all this money, I can buy and do anything,” Laura began. “I hate to sound spoiled, but I’m bored. I’ve traveled the world, I have everything I could ever want and I’m still young! What do you girls do for fun? I mean is this it?”

  Camila smiled as she took a sip of her drink.

  “Well I like to fuck,” she said.

  “God, who doesn’t? When I was in Europe, oh my God I was such a whore,” Laura had thought this story out well ahead of time. She was tired of the parties and wanted to see some doors open.

  “Oh tell me about it,” Camila said. “Why do you think I’m bi? No one eats pussy like a girl. But, I also like it rough. Like, I like to give it rough.”

  Laura cocked an eyebrow.

  “Really? Just how rough?”

  “Let’s just say, I’m fucking ruthless.”

  “Oh I don’t know. I can be pretty rough too,” Laura said.

  Camila smiled.

  “We may have to test that theory.”

  Less than an hour later, they were in Camila’s bedroom. Laura had never considered herself bisexual, though she’d experimented. She found Camila both beautiful and sexy, yet repulsive at the same time. It would seem fucking her was going to be a necessary evil. Laura wasn’t entirely sure how they ended up there. Before she knew what was happening, Camila was leading her to the room by the hand. Laura just went with it. If this was what it took to get inside, she’d do it.

  The two women kissed wildly as they ripped each other’s clothes off. Once she was naked, Camila shoved Laura onto the bed. Laura lay back as Camila crawled in between her legs, hovering over her and kissing her again as she kissed down her neck. It actually felt good until she started biting. At first the bites were gentle, but got rougher. Laura cried out at first, but held it in. She didn’t want to come off as weak.

  Camila worked down her neck, and sucked on Laura’s nipples. She sucked and kissed before clamping down with her teeth. Laura felt Camila’s teeth break skin as blood dripped down her breasts. Camila leaned up and lapped it up as she continued biting and kissing along both breasts. And the odd feeling of pain and pleasure swept over Laura as Camila made her way in between her legs and began licking her pussy.

  She expertly licked Laura’s labia as Laura felt her juices flowing. Her eyes rolled back into her head as Camila began licking her clit and flicking it with her tongue, causing Laura’s body to tremble. She was getting close to orgasm as the waves of pleasure swept over her right before Camila bit onto her clitoris. Laura’s eyes shot open as Camila chewed on the pink button, pulling it with her teeth. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to hurt a lot.

  Laura bit her lip to keep from screaming, not out of pleasure but the intense pain. She tried to pretend she was enjoying it as Camila continued to bite and tug with her teeth. Unable to hold it anymore, Laura cried out trying to make it sound like an orgasm. Camila continued licking and biting, letting up as Laura bucked and kicked until Camila let up, smiling. Laura looked up and watched the droplets of blood dripping down her chest as Camila climbed up and began kissing Laura.

  Deciding to return the favor, Laura flipped her over and chomped down on Camila’s breast. Camila moaned as Laura drew blood and watched it run down her chest as she chewed onto her other nipple. Once the blood was flowing, Laura cupped Camila’s tits and smeared the blood all over her chest, inserting a finger into Camila’s mouth and let her suck on it. Camila sucked her own blood, moaning softly as Laura began rubbing Camila’s clit as she sucked the blood from Laura’s finger.

  Laura moved in between Camila’s legs and began licking and bit down onto her labia, pulling and tugging as the flaps of flesh as Camila ground her hips against Laura’s face. Laura began licking her clit, sucking it and biting it hard. Camila cried out in obvious pleasure as Laura bit harder and harder, trying to see where Camila’s limit was, but she apparently didn’t have one. Laura stopped when she tasted blood in her mouth, continuing to lap it up.

  Camila moaned and cried out as her body shook. Laura kept biting and licking until Camila’s breathing slowed and body grew still. Laura went to her knees and looked down at herself. Both women were covered in blood. It was oddly erotic while terrifying at the same time. She curled up next to Camila who suddenly grew gentle. Putting her hand on Laura’s face as they kissed.

  Camila’s bloody hand stroked Laura’s hair as she smiled.

  “That was amazing,” Camila said.

  “Yeah, it was,” Laura lied.

  “So was that the kind of fun you’ve been looking for?”

  “Oh yeah. At least it’s a start.”

  “Good. Let me tell you about my club.”

  Chapter 10

  Derek watched as Mr. Black walked up and down, looking Paul over as he held the large knife in his hand. Finally, he reached up to Paul’s chest and began carving at his pectoral. Paul screamed through the ball gag as Mr. Black carved through the layers of flesh, fat and muscle while blood ran down Paul’s stomach in a hea
vy stream.

  Paul wasn’t the most muscular guy and his chest was a bit on the flabby side. Yellow globs of fat dripped off the chunk of meat as Mr. Black placed it onto a plate. He walked over to the kitchenette as Derek continued staring at Paul and the now gaping hole in his chest. Paul was sobbing and still trying to scream through the ball gag.

  Mr. Black sat the meat on the counter and sliced away the outer layer of skin and trimmed off some of the excess fat and tossed it aside before placing it into a pan on top of one of the burners. Reaching into the cupboard, he pulled out a bottle of olive oil and some seasonings as he turned on the stove. Within a minute the meat was sizzling. Mr. Black poured some of the oil onto the meat and sprinkled the seasonings across as it continued cooking.

  The smell hit Derek’s nose and at first it smelled delicious, and then he remembered just what was cooking. The whole thing made him want to vomit, but he didn’t think Mr. Black would take kindly to that. He wasn’t sure why the man wanted him there other than for an audience.

  Mr. Black turned over the meat several time as it cooked until it was golden brown. The top was darker brown from whatever seasoning he’d put on it. He then removed another bottle and poured the thick, brown liquid over the meat.

  “This is my own barbecue sauce. I have my own recipe for it. So you won’t find it in any stores. It was made just for enhancing the taste of human flesh,” Mr. Black said.

  “Wow. That’s um, interesting sir.”

  “Yeah. I always liked cooking. I don’t get a lot of time with my job. But I come here and this is like my escape. Usually I have one of the girls join me, but it’s nice to have another guy to hang with too. You know?”

  “Yes sir. I suppose so.”

  “Good!” Mr. Black took a fork and sliced a chunk of meat away, covered in the sauce and handed the fork to Derek. “Here you go. Try that.”

  Derek looked over at Paul and back to Mr. Black.

  “I uh. I think I’ll pass. No thank you.”

  “What for?”

  “Well. I’m not…I mean. Not to be disrespectful sir. I know you’re a powerful man. I just I can’t eat that. I can’t eat a person.” Derek couldn’t believe he was having this conversation.

  “Why? Look how I prepared it. It’s not like I’m asking you to rip his bicep off the bone with your teeth.”

  “Yes sir. I know I…”

  “You what?”

  “I can’t…”

  “Yeah. You said that already. Tell you what, Derek? Right?”

  “Yes sir.”

  “Ok, Derek. You want to act like a little bitch, maybe you need a slight reassignment in your job.”

  “Sir?”

  “You’re obviously not suited for this job. You see what we do here? Now you’re being all bitchy. ‘Oh I can’t eat human meat,’” he mocked. “You eat beef?”

  “Yes sir.”

  “You think a cow doesn’t feel any pain? You think you’re better than me because I like to eat people once in a while?”

  “No, I…”

  “Shut up when I’m talking to you! Now you can keep being a little bitch and maybe, just maybe, I won’t have you strapped to a table in a room. Maybe I’ll demote you down to clean up. Or working the incinerator downstairs. Nice and warm down there. Now, I cooked you a nice meal here and you are sitting here shitting all over my hospitality!”

  “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to be rude,” Derek said as the knot in his stomach grew tighter. He reached up, taking the fork, and took the bite. To his surprise, it was better than he thought. The barbecue sauce tasted sweet yet spicy at the same time. The meat was tender, and juices burst into his mouth with each bite. Mr. Black looked on waiting on a response.

  “Well?”

  “It’s, uh good.” Derek said. Despite the taste, part of him still wanted to throw up.

  “So you like it?”

  Not wanting to test Mr. Black’s rage any further.

  “Uh yeah. It’s really good.”

  “Excellent!” Mr. Black clapped his hands, picked up the knife and walked back over to Paul. “You eat that one. I’ll make another for myself,” he said as he began cutting through Paul’s other pectoral. Paul thrashed and tried to scream as he cut away the meat, cooked and dressed it just like the first one. He walked them over to a small table in the corner where Mr. Black dug in.

  “I’ve always thought of opening my own restaurant,” he said. “You know. Like the meat supplied by the club here. No one would know. We’d butcher them here, prepare the meat and ship it off. It would look just like regular beef. Except it tastes way better. Wouldn’t you agree?”

  Derek was slowly working his way through the meat. It tasted good at least, but he was having trouble reconciling the fact he was eating human flesh. Mr. Black dug in as if it was the first meal he’d had in months. After a few bites he looked up.

  “I have my own wine cellar at home. Been collecting them for years. Some very old and expensive. I could serve those with the meat, for a premium price. Really adds to the flavor with the right one. With the barbecue sauce, I think a beer goes better with it, personally.”

  “That sounds really interesting, sir.”

  “Right?”

  “So why don’t you open one?”

  “What? A restaurant?” He waved his hand dismissively. “The key to our organization is to operate in private, in the shadows. Not right out in broad daylight serving human beings to the general public. Too risky. Besides, I’d rather leave it for the elite, the people within our own little society.”

  “Why not just add a small restaurant to the lounge here? They already got a bar and all that.”

  Mr. Black’s eyes lit up as he shook his fork toward Derek.

  “What a great idea! See? I knew you were a smart guy. I may just look into that.” He took another bite. “See? Not so bad. Just two guys hanging out having a steak together. Doesn’t get much better than that, does it?”

  Chapter 11

  Laura tried not to freak out her first night at the club. Part of her couldn’t believe it was happening. She tried to push back her memories of being held hostage in one of the clubs and the horrors she’d experienced. Now, she was going in as a member. She’d called Mr. White to fill him in on what was happening.

  “That is excellent! I knew you could do it,” he said.

  “So what do I do? What if they want me to torture someone? That’s their crazy rules. You have to kill someone.”

  “I know. Unfortunately, you’ll have to follow through.”

  “What? What do you mean? Why?”

  “You’ll have to kill someone. You can do it quickly if you prefer. Maybe cut an artery so they bleed out and act like it was an accident. At least it’s merciful.”

  “I can’t do that!”

  “How many people did you kill while on your little rampage?” Mr. White asked, referring to her and Brett chasing down other club members and leaders.

  “That’s not the same! These people were murderers! I can’t kill an innocent person.”

  “Look, I understand your dilemma. But your first visit, they will bring you there and probably blindfold you. It will take you several visits, but we need you to study the layout, the members and their security. So you’ll have to go many times and act like a member. Once we have the information we need, we can take the place down. I know it seems awful, but this is how we’ll save lives in the long run.”

  Laura closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Sadly, he was right. She could hardly go in there alone and take them all on herself. If she acted weird or refused, she’d end up back on one of their tables. No, that couldn’t happen. She hung up and waited until a black BMW pulled up to her home. She walked outside and saw a woman with sandy brown hair behind the wheel. Laura paused before getting in.

  “Who are you? Where is Camila?”

  “I’m Amelia. I’m a friend of Camila’s. She asked me to pick you up.”

  Laura looked around,
unsure if it was some kind of trap.

  “It’s ok. I’ve been a club member for a few years. If you change your mind, it’s no big deal. The club isn’t for everyone. Camila thought you’d fit right in, but I’m starting to wonder.”

  Laura slowly got in on the passenger side and closed the door. Amelia handed her a black cloth.

  “Put this on. It’s just a pillowcase. I’m sorry, but it’s the rule. Don’t worry, I’m not going to tie you up. All new guests have to be blindfolded.”

  Laura took a deep breath and pulled it over her head. She wasn’t liking all the control she was giving up. Even in jail she’d had some say over what happened to her and her body. She was able to defend herself. At least her hands weren’t bound. If they wanted to tie her up, the whole thing was off.

  Once it was in place, she felt the car start to move. As they drove, Amelia tried to make some kind of conversation.

  “From what Camila told me about you, I know you’ll love this. I’m not even kidding. Anything goes. And I mean anything. The only main rules are other members and staff are off limits. But we have plenty of stock to choose from. But, I am telling you, there is nothing like it. Not even sex.”

  Laura tried not to throw up beneath her hood. She was actually glad to be wearing it so Amelia couldn’t see the disgust on her face. She tried to play it off and not seem too uptight.

  “I don’t know. I like sex an awful lot.”

  “Who doesn’t? Trust me. I’ve had orgasms just from playing in here. Seriously. It is intense. Once you play at the club, nothing anywhere will live up to it. It’s totally addictive.”

  They continued driving for almost an hour before the car slowed to a stop.

  “This is it,” Amelia said. “We’re here! You can take that off now.”

  Laura removed the hood and looked around. The place looked like a maximum security prison compared to the old club. It was surrounded by huge concrete walls equipped with guard towers around it. The huge steel gate slid to the side as Amelia drove through. Looking around, Laura saw the actual club was a huge brick building that sat hundreds of yards off the road. The lawn was thick green grass with a large pond in the center and various bushes and landscaping all throughout.