Saturdays At the Viper Room
By Kirsty-Anne Still
Book One of The Viper Series.
“You and I know I can’t say no.” I swallow my fear and allow my eyes to fall down to his chest, I can’t look at him. “And I can’t lose you.”
Joely Gilbert, one of two head Viper Girls for the club, strives to maintain a double life both full of deceit, betrayal, sex, lust, and fear. She knows the rules of the club and the way the boss works like no other, but she is the one breaking everything she knows in order to keep the new life she has. After running from her past, she’ll do anything to stay away from it. It’s what makes her perfect for the job. It’s what makes her normal.
Everyone has a story when they arrive at the doors of The Viper Rooms.
It’s this that binds clients and Viper Girls together. Each want to forget, each want something to remember, to feel, to lust over. The Viper Rooms gives the exclusive a time in their life to get the things they need from a club devoted solely to them. No strings attached, no questions asked. But what lies beneath the surface can’t always be stopped. It can’t be silenced forever.
And Joely’s one of the girls who knows that more than anyone else.
What happens when her facade starts to break? What would Joely rather give up; the man who wants to save her, but could die trying, or the life that could ultimately kill her? Is pleasure worth the pain?
Due to themes and scenes in the book, this is not recommended to under 18's.
We stand still and watch the doors that lead to Clara’s office fly open. Eleanor is dragged out in the grasp of Shads and Benson. Between them, they throw her against the wall, only backing away once she slumps to the ground, a winded mess. I feel my pulse race as Clara steps out, a riding crop in her hand. Eleanor begins to press against the wall, alarming panic smothering every inch of her body. She knows what’s coming and so do we. It’s confirmed as Brianna reaches for my hand, squeezing it tightly.
“Girls, this is to show you what will happen if you break rule number one.” She says no more, just raises the crop and lowers it onto the Eleanor’s body. There’s no care at what the brute force will do. Clara is out to punish with pain and as much of it as possible. The continual whooshing is followed by the slap onto Eleanor’s skin and I recoil in horror. If it wasn’t bad enough, Eleanor’s screams and howls of pain penetrate me and break me inch by inch.
As I close my eyes shut, I forget it’s Ellie there and think it’s me. I’m being punished for loving Jace, my most loyal client. Only when I open my eyes do I remember Eleanor is the one being tortured. It’s not me feeling the pain and it certainly is not me who is crying out in painful anguish.
I’m not the wrongdoer here, not right now, and a part of me is regrettably thankful.
With one final swift blow to Eleanor’s back, she collapses onto her palms and Clara stops. “Now,” Clara says as she turns back to us. She swats her palm with the blooded crop and gives all of us a choice look. “Remember this. One of our own defied the rules and I can see a few more of you sinning like that. I gave you six rules, girls, only six. It’s not a tall ask I give you, but I thought you need to see that I am deadly serious with punishment in this place. I don’t know what’s happened lately, but we haven’t had anything go wrong in nearly a year. But I plan to rectify this,” she speaks, but pauses, again swatting her palm. “I’m moving the next party closer.”
I look to Brianna, we know what this means, it means we’re getting a change up on our client lists. We look back and Clara is grinning like a Cheshire cat and we know what’s going on in her head is pure evil. We’ve gotten comfortable and The Boss wants us to squirm. We all begin to look between one another. We all know this means business.
He smirks and kisses me again. “You look a mess.” His words set a rush of trepidation throughout me, but he chuckles, kissing me greedily, delaying me from leaving. “A beautiful mess.”
I giggle, push on him and begin to leave him behind. I stumble out of the cubicle, leaving Jace to fix himself out. I go over to the restroom’s mirrors and dare myself to just look at my own reflection. I gasp when I do. Fuck! I’m an absolute mess! My lipstick is now smeared, my hair is unravelling and I know I have to look for a quick fix. I make sure the rest of it looks okay and fix my makeup before I text one of the girls to come to my aid. I can’t let Clara see me like this and I need an excuse.
‘Jace Mason took me against a cubicle door’ just isn’t going to cut it!
My hands are shaking as I quickly attempt to rectify the mess I am in. I need to be back out there with the other girls quickly, but I can’t do that looking like this. I need to be mingling with the clients before Clara even so much as thinks I’ve done a disappearing act.
“Will this help?”
I look up and Jace is behind me. I inwardly sigh. He can’t be here. My heart rate accelerates as I wonder if one of the girls will catch him here with me or if I’ll make it out alive. I look to his hand and he’s holding up four of my hairpins. I look back at his reflection in the mirror and can’t help but smile.
“Did you really think I’d feed you back to the lion’s mouth with so much as a strand of hair out of place?” he asks me sarcastically and I know him. He looks after me beyond belief. He drops his hands and comes to stand beside me. As he does, I just turn to face him and allow him to fix my hair back up into the side bun. Once he is done he runs his hand down my jaw bone until his fingers are cupping my chin. “I knew you were going to look stunning tonight, Joely, but I never expected this. You blew my breath away.” He leans in, his lips just before mine as he finishes his statement. “Again.”
This time he kisses me with restraint, just giving me enough to seal his comment. When he leaves me this time I’m less flustered and I’m ready to take on what awaits on the other side of the door. I spend a few seconds just staring at myself, before I hurriedly look into my clutch bag for my makeup and touch it all up. I make sure my hair is pristine and that I don’t look freshly fucked.
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