**The Waitress at the Velvet Lounge**

I’d been a member of The Velvet Lounge for years—an exclusive private club where the rich and bored paid top dollar for discretion and entertainment. The place had a reputation, and tonight, I was in the mood to indulge. That’s when I saw *her* for the first time.

Vivi, the new waitress. Late twenties, maybe. Curves poured into a tight black dress that barely covered her ass, the slit riding up her thigh every time she bent over a table. She had that nervous energy of someone who didn’t yet know the kind of place she’d walked into. But she’d learn.

I signaled her over, watching the way her hips swayed with each step. She leaned down to take my order, and I didn’t miss the way her tits nearly spilled out of the low neckline.

“Whiskey. Neat,” I said, my eyes locked on hers.

She nodded, but as she turned to leave, I reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back just enough to make her stumble slightly. My other hand slid up the back of her thigh, fingers slipping under her dress to grope the soft flesh of her ass.

She gasped, eyes wide. “Sir—you can’t—”

I squeezed harder, my thumb pressing into the cleft of her ass. “Relax, sweetheart. You’ll get used to it.”

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away. Good girl.

She came back with my drink, hand shaking slightly as she set it down. I caught her wrist again, pulling her close enough that I could feel the heat between her legs. “You’re not very good at this yet, are you?” I murmured, fingers trailing up the inside of her thigh.

“I-I don’t—”

I didn’t let her finish. My hand slid higher, pushing her panties aside, fingers stroking over her pussy. She was *wet*. Already.

“Fuck,” I growled, feeling her slickness coat my fingers.

She whimpered, thighs trembling, but she didn’t stop me. The other members at the bar didn’t even glance our way—this was normal here.

I dragged her onto my lap, my cock straining against my pants as her ass pressed down on me. My hand slipped back between her legs, fingers rubbing tight circles on her clit while my other hand yanked her dress down, exposing her tits to the room. She moaned, back arching, her nipples hard under my rough touch.

“Look at you,” I muttered, pinching one nipple hard enough to make her cry out. “Getting off in front of everyone. You like being a slut this much?”

Her pussy clenched around my fingers as I pushed two inside her, fucking her slow and deep. She was so fucking tight, her cunt pulsing as I curled my fingers, searching for that sweet spot.

“Oh god—” Her head fell back against my shoulder, her hips rocking into my hand.

I could feel the stares now, other members watching, some even moving closer. Good. Let them see.

I didn’t stop until she was shaking, her orgasm crashing over her as she came on my fingers, her pussy squeezing me so hard I could barely move.

When I pulled my hand away, she was panting, her dress a ruin around her waist, her thighs glistening.

I smirked, licking her taste off my fingers. “Now,” I said, unzipping my pants and freeing my cock, thick and already leaking. “Let’s see how well you can take the rest of me.”

I didn’t give her a choice. I yanked her back onto my lap, lining myself up before slamming her down onto my cock in one brutal thrust.

The whole club heard her scream.