Clubrooms Diary

Chapter 7: Oh shit

CADDIE

May 8th 2018

I look into my rearview mirror and wipe my mascara stained face. I have fifteen minutes to kill before

my shift starts. I sit back in my seat and watch as a tall man in a suit leaves the club. He walks to the

big black SUV parked up, the driver gets out and opens the passenger backseat door for him, when his

passenger slides in, he closes the door and hops back in the driver's side. The vehicle remains

stationary for a moment or two before the engine roars to life and starts to move.

Movement in the corner of my eye catches my attention, Caddies standing outside poking the fingers to

the building's sign.

I continue to watch her with a what-the-fuck-you-up-to-look on my face

She spins around and.

"OH SHIT!"

The black SUV hits her.

I burst out laughing. I don't mean to but, shit... She was on a mission when she walked out that door

and I don't think getting hit was part of the plan.

"Caddie, Caddie, Caddie" I sigh.

Never a dull moment with you girl. I lean forward in my seat to get a better glimpse. The drivers by her

side looking down at her scratching the back of his head, I don't think he wants to touch her or knows

what to do. His passenger gets out of the car, straightening his suit jacket as stands at his side. They

must've felt eyes on them because their heads whip to their side and they look directly towards my car.

"Oh shit!" I shriek.

I duck, trying to get as low as I can under my steering wheel without getting seen. I feel like I'm in one

of those mobster movies and I've witnessed something I shouldn't have.

"Please, please. Don't let him be some big hot shot mobster." I plead to the gods.

I slowly look over the dashboard and the driver bends down, he picks her up and throws her over his

shoulder like a barbaric.

Real fucking charming.

He takes her inside the building with his passenger hot on his heels. I decide to haul my ass outta my

car and make a run for it towards the back entrance of the club before they return. Any man that shows

up with a fucking bodyguard is a man you don't need hot on your heels trying to vanquish you because

you saw something you shouldn't have seen. Even if it was Caddies fucking fault and it wasn't

intentional.

I get to the back entrance, I comb my fingers through my hair, fix my clothes and wipe my hands over

my face. I take a deep breath and open the door. I walk through the door and I see Mal yelling at the

guy in the suit.

"What do you mean she ran in front of the car?"

He leans in and whispers something in her ear. She pulls back and looks him up and down with a frown

on her face. She raises a finger towards his face and both his brows furrow, he reaches forward, wraps

his hand around her wrist and pulls her close till she collides with his chest. He mumbles something in

her ear again before he drags her into her room, clicking the door behind them.

Okay. I think to myself. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

What the fuck was that about?

Maddie comes out of the changing room in her see-through lacey robe, with everything on full display.

She's humming as if she's on cloud nine. I hate the bitch with a passion. She made my life a living hell

when I first started, she has lightened up a bit now, but all her bitchiness has been targeted towards

Mal, giving me a break.

I still can't stand the cow.

Lisa walks up the hallway, her heels harshly clicking against the wooden floorboards, her complexion

white as ever. When she gets close to me she cries out saying.

"That man will be the death of me Layla I swear." Her eyes water and she barges through the changing

room door.

Chad must've had his tongue down her throat again. Poor Lisa doesn't have a clue the man wants her

underneath him so badly. He's so blinded by his desire for her he hasn't realised Lisa bats for the other

team. I've warned her on multiple occasions to tell him, but she refuses to and that's her problem. I turn

and walk into the changing room and get ready.

I dim the room of its bright light.

"Hi, my name's LAYLA." I close my eyes and bow, kneeling. "I am here for your pleasure."

"Hello, Layla." He sneers.

I open my eyes and I know who exactly it is that stands before me.

"Jimmy," I say emotionless. "What are you doing here?"

"I've come in honour of my dead brother to give you something." He says as he unbuckles his belt and

drops his pants.

"You can't be serious."

"Oh, I'm as serious as a fucking heart attack princess." He stands before me with a full-on erection.

"Open that pretty little mouth and show me what it's made for." He roughly grips a handful of my hair

and forcefully thrusts himself into my mouth.

I place both my hands on his thighs and push him. He stumbles back. I get to my feet and look him

dead in the eye.

"This is wrong, you shouldn't be here."

"I'm right where I need to be. I promised Ryder I'd take care of you La. And that's what I'm here to do."

He licks his lips looking at me like I'm a snack.

"Did you specifically tell him you only intended to keep an eye on me sexually Jimmy? Or did you forget

to leave that little detail out?" I raise my hand, using my index finger and thumb, to give him an idea of

how small I meant.

"It doesn't matter now that he's dead does it?" He runs his finger down the side of my arm and I shiver.

"No, I suppose not. But it still doesn't make it right." I sigh.

"I'm paying you a pretty penny to service my willy La." He starts to remove the rest of his clothing.

"How's Nicki and the boys?" I smirk.

"Don't you fucking mention my wife or kids in this fucking room. Do you hear me?" He tears the foil

packet, producing a condom and rolls it over his erection.

"This is happening whether you want it to or not, whether you'd like it to or not." He growls.

He unzips the front of my bra and slides it down my shoulders. His eyes are heavy on my breasts, he

reaches forward and cups them, massaging them roughly like a teenage boy for the first time. His

hands slide over my abdomen, he hooks his fingers on the side of my thong and tears it off. I hiss with

the slight pain it causes. His hand reaches down and he cups my sex, inserting a thick finger inside

me.

"You will enjoy this I promise you." He kisses my shoulder. "Or, you'll scream bluffing me." He removes

his finger and brings it to his lips. "So fucking sweet." He mutters.

"I think you've mistaken my arousal for a days worth of other men's jizz Jimmy." I cock an eyebrow.

He roughly turns me around and pushes me up against the wall. "I hear you like it up the ass like a true

whore." He cruelly says.

"I'll take whatever you give me Jimmy. But you better make it fucking last because you ain't coming

back for seconds." I say on the verge of crying.

"Once is good enough for me. Once is all it takes to ruin you for a lifetime." He thrusts forward and

enters me harshly.

My body moves up the wall with every thrust, my eyes sting with pain and unshed tears.

Don't you cry Layla baby! He is not worth your tears. My inner self coo's

He pulls out and turns me over. On autopilot, I hook my leg over his hip. Jimmy smiles at me and I

smile back picturing a thousand ways to murder him. He hooks my other leg over his hip and starts

pounding me with everything he has. His lips latch on my nipple and he lightly bites down on it, flicking

the erect bud with his tongue. It sends a jolt of pleasure down my spine, my walls clamp down hard on

his cock, sucking him in deeper. I arch my back in response to the undesirable bastard's touch. He

rotates his hips and his pelvis rubs against my clit. A low moan escapes my lips.

"That's right La, give Jimmy want he came for." His mouth covers mine, consuming my cries of

pleasure.

Jimmy knows how to use his magic stick. I got a dud of a deal with Ryder. He was never able to make

me orgasm without foreplay. Yet here's Jimmy fucking my brains out, making my traitorous body hum

with the need to cum. Even though I hate his fucking guts.

"You ready La?" He hoarsely says. "You ready for the grand finale?"

He pulls out of me, lines himself up and surges into me up the ass. A new sensation fills me, everything

turns pitch black for a split second. I feel Jimmy lean back a tad, he reaches between our slick bodies

and starts to flick my sensitive nub.

"Oh shit." I cry out.

The wildest orgasm I've ever had crashes into me. I squeeze my eyes shut and scream his name

uncontrollably.

"Fuck, fuck." He roars as his body climaxes.

I slowly open my eyes, trying to catch my breath and they land on his. He moves forward, his lips

inches from mine.

"Don't you even think about it?" I move his face back with my hand.

He snickers, pulling out of me and gently puts me down. I use the wall to hold myself up.

"Told you I'll have you screaming." He smiles at me.

"You smug son-of-a-bitch" I pant.

"Don't stand there like you haven't wanted it for a long time, Layla. I caught you with your hand down

your pants, bringing your self to orgasm when you'd walk in on me in the shower wanking. I was

watching you through the mirror with hooded eyes. It's why I came so fucking hard each time." He

slides the condom off and throws it in the bin.

"Each time?" I ask him.

"Each. Time. La." He pulls me into him and kisses me on the neck, lightly sucking on my heated skin.

"You left the door unlocked on purpose," I say surprised.

" You belonged to Ryder, but your orgasms didn't."

"I..I. Oh shit." Shame fills me.

While Ryder was out gambling, I was the one with her hand deep in the cookie jar. I just never thought,

I got caught.

I push Jimmy hard down on the bed, I crawl up towards him and take his cock in my hand. His brow

arches and I slide my tongue over his shaft and take him fully in my mouth. A low growl vibrates from

his chest with approval.

I'm going to hell anyway. I might as well act out on what I wanted to do to him every time I watched him

fiercely stroke himself in MY shower, under MY roof.

Fuck you Ryder, Hello Jimmy!