Chapter 3

Jett POV

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS CONTENT THAT MAY BE DISTURBING FOR SOME READERS! (INLUDES 'LIGHT' TORTURE, STRONG LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL CONTENT)

The cold dark room only had one light dangling from the ceiling that was swinging slightly around, the bloody and bruised man that I had placed in the steel chair had been bound; his hands tied behind him and his feet tied to each leg of the chair that had been bolted to the floor. My brother Dale had mentioned that this man hadn’t paid his tab in his club, and that just couldn’t do without making an example of him. His hard breathing and the metallic smell of his blood had mixed with the moisture in the air from the damp room.

The sound of the blows in impacted on Frank was resounding in the small room. Frank was usually an upstanding customer and had never caused any problems before now; I was surprised when I got my brother's phone call yesterday telling me that Frank hadn't paid his tab for a few months now. It had forced me to find him, he had hidden himself fairly well; the homeless disguise he had sported was almost enough to fool me. It hadn't fooled me though, not even for a second.

“Now I’m only going to tell you one more time. When and if I release you, the first thing you are to do is pay your tab at the club, and you’ll speak of this to no one.” I said seriously while sharpening a knife that had already been sharpened before.

“You mean to tell me. That this whole thing. Is about an unpaid club tab?” he asked in between hard breaths, his breathing had been faltered when I broke his rib, most likely puncturing a lung. I chuckled, amused that he'd made this whole thing seem so unimportant.

"Now now, you know this is more than just an unpaid club tab, now, don't we? You not only have not paid your tab. You grabbed a girl that said no, and used drugs, a lot of drugs. All of which have not been paid for by leaving your tab unpaid." I explained a bit further, coming closer to him, pointing the sharper end of the blade towards him. He straightened his back a bit.

"Well, we know that. I was under the influence of said drug. At the time of me grabbing said girl occurred," he started, "but I planned on paying that tab when I got the money to do so. I haven't gotten my money from my job yet, as soon as I do, the tab will be paid in full. Course they're being asses right now, claiming I was laid off or whatever." he continued, as I cut along his chest, not deep enough to be a serious wound but deep enough to leave a scar. He hissed out in pain; I did have to hand it to him, he was more resilient than I had anticipated. This entire beating he hadn't screamed or hollered out, not even so much as a groan in pain.

“I hope so Frank, because I like you man, I don't want to have to kill you over an unpaid club bill my dude. Get it paid, and dot speak of this to anyone, and we won't have any further problems... K?" I said seriously, he nodded furiously as I stood, I whistled to have my men untie him and drag him out.

“Keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn't run and that he pays his tab." I ordered my head guard.

"Yes sir." he responded, his deep masculine voice booming in the small room.

"Check into his employment issue, if it's true that he in fact lost his job or he was laid off; offer him a position to work for me. There will be a while that he doesn't get paid to help pay off his tab, once it's paid off he will be getting paid. I need a man that can withstand a beating like that and not utter a single sound." I ordered.

"Yes sir, we will get on it right away." he replied before walking away after I dismissed him. The stress of the day had started to weigh in on me, first the mountain of paperwork then I had to do-the pieces of slim paper with the black letting scrambling themselves together to make words but as I was trying to read and make sense of them, they seemed scrambled themselves even more. They had started to make no sense the more paperwork I tried to complete.

I need to relieve some stress, and lucky for me; my brother owns a club. I smiled, turning to move towards the exit.

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It was Friday night at the club which meant that there was glitter, tons and tons of glitter. While I myself wasn't a glitter fan, I couldn't deny the satisfaction it gave me to watch those ladies' asses bounce up and down in the skimpy outfits they wore, the way their breasts twinkled and sparkled in the lights that flashed on and off to the beat of the music.

I drove my brand new 2020 Corvette Stingray, its deep navy-blue color reflecting the streets lights off of it; making it sparkle itself. I pulled into the private VIP lot, scanning my badge that my brother had given me to be able to use the gate that guarded the other expensive cars that some of the other VIP members drove.

I parked, backing into my chosen spot so I could drive out of here easier and faster if I needed to.

Most of the time I didn't need to, if everyone knew I was at the club; they knew to leave me the hell alone. I came here to get away from it all, not to keep having the stress of the normal day to day keep following me.

As I walked into the doors of the club, I went straight to a reserved room, this room had always been set aside and reserved for me when I chose to come in and use it. Walking in, even though I'd been in this room a million times, I took in its surroundings. The plush red carpet from the club floor continued into the room, and the dark grey wall color turned into a darker shade black color and the light was still dim but a bit brighter than it was on the public club floor. There was a couch that had covered 2 whole walls of the room, it had curved to fully fit into the corner, its plush redness had a sexy vide to it, the many drawers in the bottom provided anything from vibrators, dildos, condoms and many varieties of sex toys for me to use however I pleased. There was a speaker with a call/mic button to used when I was ready for a lady, all I had to do was press the button and tell them who to send. The toys were sanitized, or maybe replaced with each use, I never used the same girl twice; it kept the ladies of the club from developing feelings. I looked at the list of the ladies, checking my mental note on who I had and hadn't used before.

My brother had gained a couple ladies since my last visit, I smiled, he probably knew I was running low on ladies to help with my stress relief. I pressed the call button and once someone responded I told them which girl to send, also remembering not to pick Ginger, my brother had a soft spot for that one, and I wasn't about to be the type of guy to steal my brother's girl. He didn't want to admit it, but he was catching feelings for her, and his situation was exactly the one I was trying to avoid. I had picked a girl by went by the stage name of Violet, they had told me she'd be in momentarily. I hoped she was good, these days it was harder and harder to find my sweet release, if she couldn't get the job done I'd have to move onto a different lady.

I glanced at the list again, the next one I'd choose if Violet couldn't help me or the next time I came into the club if she could was a lady by the name of Peaches. I loved peaches, they were my favorite fruit, sweet but also tart at the same time; never too sweet nor too tart, just perfect.

Violet knocked then entered the room, I took the chance to look her up and down and take in her appearance. She had chosen a pink skimpy glittery get up, her bra (if you could even call it that) had only small diamonds on it to try and cover her already hardened nipples, her full glittery breasts didn't fail to arouse me. Her pink thong didn't cover her luscious lips that held back her clit and the glorious wet walls of her pussy. She was biting the bottom of her full, swollen plump lips and her straight jet black hair fell to just above her waist.

"I've been waiting for this moment, since I've heard about how amazing you are in bed. Let's get started." she said huskily as she started walking towards me, swaying her hips way too much and adding a little hop to her step allowing her breasts to bounce, causing my sight to go straight to them.

I couldn't bare to make eye contact with her big brown eyes, if I did, she'd catch feelings, or it'd seem like more than 'just sex' to her and I couldn't - no wouldn't have that happen.

She sprawled her hands along the jacket of the tux I had been wearing before taking her hands and taking it off, the fabric rubbing along the arms of the crisp white shirt underneath it after that she thrusted my shirt apart, breaking a few of the buttons. I smiled.

I like this one... I think? I questioned, normally I'm all for the aggressiveness but something deep down wanted something slow, consensual... loving... I shook my head, no what was my body- and head thinking. No!

The way she tugged my pants and boxers down at the same time had sprung me from my thoughts, my dick springing from my boxers, having been set free from his confinement. I was only semi-hard, she made a couple tsk noises from her mouth.

"This just wont do will it Mr. Lynch.?" she asked, and make id shrivel up n displeasure even more, god I hated it when people call me that. I thought again, but the feel of her warm moist mouth taking in my size, had my dick betraying my head again as I tossed back my head, a groan leaving my mouth and my dick growing to his full 12 inch length as she continues to move her mouth up and down its length. Her skilled tongue moved in her mouth and around my dick in all the right ways causing me to groan again; once it was all the way up, she popped it out of her mouth and pushed me against the couch as I landed bare assed onto the seat, my head was still a clouded mess, my head still leaned back as I waited for her to mount me.

All ladies knew the rules condoms first, they were still all tested and my brother made sure no STDs or STIs got into his club. Violet however, seemed to have forgotten the rules as she took me in bare dick.

I moaned out loud, it had been years since I took a girl without a condom, and god it had felt better than ever. My rational self was screaming to get her off me, but my arms just wouldn't wok with me as they seemed to be heavier than usual.

I need to get laid more. I thought, the movement of Violet's hips had me moaning out loud again. She was bouncing up and down her breast bouncing high into the air, her nipples looked so good, so I took her right one into my mouth as she orgasmed; she screamed.

"YES, JETT CUM INTO ME!" I snapped then, did this bitch want me to get her pregnant? I had been so close to coming, but after her doing this.

FUCK NO!