Into The Woods (Dark Fairy tales), page 18
“As usual, Johanna, you have a brilliant idea,” Raymond said, tipping his glass to Johanna. “Jarvis, are you throwing in on this? I know that Maddox pays you well enough.” The room broke into laughter as they turned their attention to Jarvis.
“Fine.” Jarvis pulled out his wallet and threw out some bills. “Five hundred for you not to do this.”
Sutton looked at the pile of cash. She knew she was in over her head. What she thought would be a short argument between her and Jarvis was now a full-on bet. Six thousand dollars was sitting on the table and all she had to do was have sex. It was more than she would earn screwing Maddox in private little corners of the club. It was a tempting offer. She looked over to Gina who gave her a smug smile. She knew that Sutton wasn’t bold enough to do it. In a way, Sutton knew she wasn’t bold enough to do it. However, she was stuck.
If she backed down there was no telling what Fiona would say. Although she was toying with the idea of leaving, she wanted it be of her own accord. Fiona’s warnings ran through her head. Don’t make my clients feel ashamed. How was she going to say no to a group of rich people without pissing off Fiona?
Sutton looked over to Charlotte who gave her an encouraging smile. Sutton knew what Charlotte would say. She was all for taking the dumb rich bastards’ money. Knowing Charlotte, if Sutton said no she might volunteer in her place. Sutton turned to Jarvis. As usual he was the only person in the room doubting her. He seemed to always be the black rain cloud on her picnic. He thought he knew what was best for her, and for some reason that really pissed her off. She’d had enough of people knowing what was best for her.
Sutton’s head spun a little with the combination of the money, the argument, and the massive amount of alcohol. Why were people so sure that she couldn’t handle The Woods? Why were people so sure that she was this sweet, innocent little girl who needed to be sheltered? At what point would they see that she was a woman? When would they see that she was just as sexy as Charlotte, and that she could handle herself?
Sutton let that thought run through her head. They weren’t going to see it until she made them see it. A fiendish smile snuck onto her face. She picked up Jarvis’ money and handed it back to him. Charlotte was right, it was all a game, and she was willing to play.
“I take your bet and I accept Johanna’s challenge. Gentleman, pull your cards out. One winner gets me. To sweeten the pot, you can have it anyway you want,” Sutton explained as she gathered her money and handed it to Charlotte. Sutton walked over to Clint and pulled off his fedora. Walking around to each man in the room they dropped in their access cards. Stopping at Jarvis she gave him a seductive smile. “I’ll let you be in it for free,” Sutton quipped.
“Fine. If you want this, baby, I won’t stop you,” Jarvis returned snidely, as he dropped his card into the hat.
“Gina, I’ll let you do the honor and hold the hat. After all, your ass should be good for something.”
Gina jumped off the couch and grabbed the hat. “I hope you get it up the ass, bitch.”
Sutton smirked at Gina as she covered her eyes with her hand and reached in with the other. A little tinge of fear ran over her as she felt each card in the bunch. Suddenly her hand stopped on the one that she’d been looking for. It was the one that felt most promising. Sutton pulled out the gold card and all the men in the room groaned.
“Jarvis, you lucky bastard,” Hayden shouted.
“It’s not fucking fair, he didn’t even put in,” Raymond added.
“What a surprise?” Gina said skeptically, now knowing Sutton’s game.
Sutton couldn’t help but smile. She looked over to Charlotte, who beamed like a proud mamma. Sutton knew she could never be brave enough to sleep with the rowdy and way too eager men in the room. However, she also knew she would never be able to walk out without doing something. Jarvis was the only person in the room that she could even imagine letting touch her.
What the men in the room didn’t know besides the fact that Jarvis was staff, was that his card was different. Though members and staff cards look the same, they felt different. The staff cards had a barcode along with a microchip in the back. The barcode was for swiping into staff-only areas. All the staff in the room knew what she’d pulled, and with the exception of Jarvis and Gina they were very impressed. Now Sutton only hoped that she could intimidate Jarvis into backing down, so she could walk away with her pride intact.
“So, I guess you win. I mean, that is, if you think you can handle it.” Sutton tried her best to egg Jarvis on, hoping he would remain resolved not to take part. All she wanted was for him to decline, and then she’d have an excuse to walk away.
“Sutton, this is a fucking mistake,” Jarvis replied angrily, through clenched teeth.
“What’s wrong, J-baby? You can talk shit but can’t back it up? I heard from Charlotte that you’ve been waiting to get me out of my clothes. Well, what’s stopping you?”
“Sutton, don’t…”
“What, you don’t think you can match up to Maddox? After all, you are his lapdog. You do whatever he tells you. Scared you won’t be…as good?” Sutton regretted the last taunt as she looked into Jarvis’ heated eyes. That one may have gone too far. Now she was scared. Sutton looked at Jarvis with a stone face, but pleading eyes.
“No, Sutton, I’m not afraid that I won’t match up. I damn sure don’t think I can’t handle you. I do, however, think you can’t handle me.”
“I…I can handle it,” Sutton replied, letting her cool demeanor slip a bit. She was treading on thin ice and praying Jarvis didn’t call her on her jesting.
Jarvis looked at Sutton and smiled, ignoring her pleading eyes. “Okay, baby, drop your panties let’s do this.”
“Fuck yeah,” Raymond cheered, as the others in the room joined in.
“What!” Sutton questioned her eyes growing large at his comment. “I mean, you’re really going to do this?”
Jarvis sat at the edge of the table and quickly pulled off his shoes. Just as quickly he undid his pants and dropped them to the floor, along with his jacket. Pulling a condom out of his pocket he handed it Sutton and took his place on the padded coffee table.
“You want it? Here it is. I’ve never been one to deny a woman the dick if she really wants it. Besides, someone has to show you what happens when you play with the fucking big boys,” Jarvis scolded, as he leaned back on the table. “Now, if I remember correctly, the bet was that I can have it any way that I wanted. Am I right?”
“Yes,” Sutton muttered softly, losing her confidence with each passing second.
“Well, I want your ass to ride me hard and show me just what you got. That is, of course, if you can do it. Maybe we’re wrong about you. Maybe Maddox just has a fetish for little girls who don’t know how to fuck. Maybe he has some kind of daddy complex that he works out on your green ass. Let me assure you, no one in this room has that same complex. So, if you’re going to step on the field, be fucking prepared to play. Now, let’s do this.”
Jarvis’ lecture wasn’t lost on Sutton. She knew he was calling her out for not taking his warning. He’d told her exactly who the platinum members were, and she hadn’t listened. She’d wanted to play with fire, thinking that Jarvis would be like Maddox and save her. Not only was he not going to save her, he was going to teach her a very hard lesson.
Sutton looked at the eager crowd, stopping on Charlotte. This was the same thing she’d done to Jarvis. She’d once called him out on his fear, and now he was a success.
“You’re sexy.” Charlotte’s words played in Sutton’s head. “Everyone thinks so. Jarvis thinks so.” The members didn’t know this was fake. They were sure that Jarvis won, and was now being just as big a dick as they would be to her. Sutton knew the lesson was going to be hard, but it was one she had to take if she didn’t want to be eaten alive by the rich jerks in the room.
Sutton took in a deep breath and repeated Maddox’s first lesson: take control. She wasn’t going to be embarrassed. Lesson three then popped into her head: free yourself. It was Jarvis. He was her friend, and if anyone in the room gave a damn about her, it was him.
Sex is mechanical when you’re in The Woods. Those were Jarvis’ words. This would mean nothing to him, and on some level Sutton knew it would mean the same to her. She wanted to be seen. This was her spotlight.
She pulled her dress over her head and dropped her panties to the floor. “Let’s do this.” Sutton climbed onto the table and pulled out Jarvis’ fully erect cock. Sliding the condom on, she gently mounted him.
“Shit,” Sutton moaned, as she slowly began to move her hips.
The onlookers were nothing like the first time she’d had sex in public. They ranted and cheered as she quickened her speed. Sutton looked at Jarvis, whose steely resolve was cracking as she worked him harder. Sutton couldn’t help but smile. She was breaking J-baby down. After all his boasting, it was her pussy breaking him down. It was almost like a badge of honor. The most celebrated playboy on the staff was giving in to the sweetie-pie; that alone was motivation.
Sutton captured Jarvis’ mouth in a passionate kiss, then trailed her lips down his neck. Taking his earlobe between her teeth she gave it a little nibble. “I guess I can handle it,” she whispered as she worked his cock harder. “But judging by your groans, I don’t think you can.”
“Oh, don’t poke the tiger, baby. You won’t like the bite,” Jarvis grunted through clenched teeth.
“Oh, J-baby, please bite,” Sutton retorted playfully. Her lead on him was starting to make her a little too confident.
“You asked for it.” Jarvis wrapped his arm around Sutton’s waist and flipped her over. In one fluid motion she was on her hands and knees, as he entered her wetness hard from behind. “I told you, don’t fucking tease me.”
The cheers in the room silenced as they now intently watched Jarvis pound into Sutton. Sutton felt dizzy. The alcohol and the overwhelming pleasure of being taken so hard and so brash began to blur her mind. This wasn’t sex like she’d ever had in The Woods before. The sex with Maddox was always about her pleasure. He slowly teased and tapped into what she wanted. With Jarvis it was different. He was taking what he wanted, but it still felt amazing. There was no intense feeling of love or connectedness, but at the same time it was hot and turning her on.
Sutton sat up, taking him in deeper. Riding him from behind and enjoying the new feel. Jarvis cupped her breast through her bra, as he placed kisses on her neck. Wrapping his arm around her waist he deepened his strokes. The two had the room on the edge of explosion, their breath bated as they watched sweet Sutton knocking out each and every one of Jarvis’ blows.
Jarvis pulled out of Sutton and laid her on the table. Pulling himself deep into her wetness, he placed long measured strokes into her sex. The position seemed to be his undoing, as Jarvis’ eyes locked onto Sutton’s. She gazed at him with a passion that only made him crumble. Her hips rolled, matching his steady but rapid pumping.
Jarvis felt his limit break. He looked down at Sutton. “I wish you hadn’t tested me,” he angrily whispered. “Get on top and take your trophy,” he moaned, rolling her onto his lap.
Sutton couldn’t help but smile as she rode him hard. She knew exactly what it meant. Jarvis was going to come before her, and it was her body that was bringing him there. She won.
“Fuck. Yes!” Jarvis screamed, as he shot his hips up.
Sutton leaned down and kissed a spent Jarvis. “Like I said, I can take care of myself.” Sutton climbed off of Jarvis and pulled on her dress. She looked at her audience, who in turn stared at her in disbelief. They had thought for sure she would be the one to get fucked—that she would be the one to sit and take it. In the end she was the one who’d proved them all wrong. She was finally seen, and Sutton couldn’t help but feel a little sense of pride. She gathered her money from Charlotte, who gave her a big smile. Sutton looked at the group, then at Jarvis, who was meekly dressing.
“So, Gina, just so you know? Don’t ever test me, bitch,” Sutton said cockily, as she sashayed out the room. She felt powerful as she hurried to the elevator. She thought for sure that she would be upset about what she’d done, but she wasn’t. She was strong and in control. She’d taken down a room full of rich jerks who thought they had her made. They thought she was a sweet little girl who was going to break down at their big game. Sutton looked at the hand full of hundred dollar bills. She’d won. Not only had she won, the feeling was amazing. It wasn’t just the money, it was the power. She was in control.
As Sutton climbed onto the elevator she wondered if that was what it was like. The sex felt good but it meant nothing. Was this what Charlotte, Jarvis, and in a way Maddox were all clamoring on about?
Sutton began to lay out all of Maddox’s lessons. Taking control. Acceptance. Freeing yourself. Trusting and exploring. Keeping your wits about you. They all made sense. At the time she’d thought Maddox was just trying to help her come out of her shell. That he was trying to help her become stronger. In a way he was doing all of those things, but his main goal was to prepare her. His lessons were to get her ready for what she was going to encounter in The Woods.
Taking control. She needed to always have her control around these people or they would eat her alive. They fed on weakness. Acceptance. She needed to understand that rich people were going to give her gifts and challenges as one and the same thing. It was up to her to accept everything they gave. After all, Fiona was always watching. Freeing yourself. In essence this was really her freeing her inhabitations and allowing herself to feel it without shame. Trusting and exploring. That was knowing who to trust with her body and feeling safe exploring or sleeping with them. Everything made sense.
She wondered if that was the reason he told her she would want to be with other men. Did he know something she didn’t know? There seemed to be so much about The Woods that she didn’t understand. It was more than just screwing in public or naughty fantasies. It was more than just screwing for money.
In the short time she’d been in The Woods she’d developed a strength that she’d never thought she’d have. At first she thought it was all Maddox, but it was in her all along. Putting Gina in her place and shutting up the platinum bunch was all her. Then there was her grandmother: standing up to her was something Sutton never thought she’d do. Everything in The Woods offered a whole new batch of firsts.
Sutton couldn’t help but feel electric. The feeling of strength and confidence ran through her. She walked onto the second floor and made her way through the crowd. She’d always felt the second floor was where she needed to be. That she would always be on the outside, unaware of what the upper levels held. She never thought that she would understand what The Woods really were, let alone feel she could be a part of it.
At first the only appeal of The Woods was Maddox. Now there was much more. For the first time, Sutton felt more for The Woods than just a promise of fun with Maddox. For the first time she felt that she could be just like Charlotte and Jarvis—this was something she could do. She still didn’t see the drug-like effect that Jarvis and Charlotte did, but for once she didn’t feel like an outsider. The Woods were still a bit confusing, but she now understood. She was fairly certain she could handle this strange, but fulfilling job. She was no longer doubtful that she could navigate The Woods alone.
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“Still not convinced?”
“Not even a little bit,” Fiona snidely replied, as she moved away from the viewing station. “She’s…too sweet. I doubt she will come back. She’s like a little kid playing in her mother’s make-up. She wants to be a big girl, but she just doesn’t know how.” Fiona let out a giggle as she plopped down in her chair.
“Charlotte’s working on her. I’ve made sure of that. She’ll be ready in no time. After all, Charlotte put her in a room with the biggest assholes at the club and she held her own.”
“They aren’t assholes…well, Raymond is, but the rest are very prominent customers. Customers she will never be able to handle on her own.”
“The girl is smart. She not only outsmarted the rich bastards, but also made six thousand dollars in the process. They basically paid her to fuck your boy, not knowing they were co-workers.”
Fiona groaned at the mention of what had happened. She made it a point to never watch Jarvis while he was on the floor. Unlike all the rest of her staff, he was the one she couldn’t control and couldn’t bear to see hurt. Having Jarvis work for her went against everything she’d wanted; however, the boy was very headstrong. She laughed at the thought. He was like someone else she knew.
“I’m not saying she’s not smart. I’d just rather not…this is a fight that I’ve decided to not have. She’s the wrong person.”
“How does Maddox like her?”
The question sent chills down Fiona’s spine. She didn’t want to tell the truth. She knew that it would only make the situation worse. However, lying was never an option. The answer to the question was always known, and asking her was simply a means of making a point.
