Chapter 1: The Interview
As I walk through the glass double-doors of the Prive Club, the scent of fine perfume and polished mahogany assaults my senses. I've stepped into a world that I never thought I would—an upscale, private women's club, but it's a place that I hope would be my salvation.
The doorman nods at me. It's as if he knows exactly why I'm here. Is it my imagination or does his gaze linger on my breasts and my legs?
“Here to interview for a server job, aren’t you, young lady? You’ll find Madame Eve’s office up the stairs and down the corridor at the end,” he says kindly.
“Thanks so much, sir,” I say, giving him a nervous smile and heading towards the stairs.
“It’s a pleasure,” he replies, glancing down at my bottom in my tight skirt. “And don’t worry, sweetie, I think you’ll fit right in here.”
He blows me a kiss as I hurry up the stairs, my cheeks flushed from his attention. What did he mean that I would fit right in, I wondered.
As I reached the top of the stairs, I could already hear the faint hum of laughter and music floating out from the dark-paneled walls. Of course, I had heard whispers of the tantalizing things that went on behind closed doors at the Prive Club. I was no prude, but even I was a little shocked at how overtly sexual it all seemed to be.
But what other choice did I have? I was young, broke, and desperate.
I had bills piling up and nowhere else to turn. I wasn't afraid of hard work, but jobs were scarce, especially ones that were compatible with my schedule. I needed something that would allow me to make ends meet without compromising my dignity. But as I opened the door to Madame Eve's office, I couldn't help but wonder if I had made a huge mistake.
"Ah, Candy!" Madame Eve exclaims, rising from her leather swivel chair to greet me.
Her gaze lingers over my curves, and I feel my cheeks flush under her unmistakable appraisal.
"Ah, Candy, you've arrived at last. I apologize for the long wait, but we had to reschedule our appointments." She smooths her graying hair and gives me a firm handshake.
"Please, do come in and have a seat."
I scan the room, searching for a place to sit down as I feel a flicker of unease. There's an ornate, high-backed chair that reminds me of a throne, but Madame Eve gestures instead for me to sit across from her at her desk at a low chair. From her seat behind the desk, she can look down my blouse. I am wearing a nice white blouse with lace around the v-neck. It shows just a little cleavage above the buttons. I blush, wondering if I should have worn something more conservative.
"Drink?" she asks, already pouring amber liquid into a crystal tumbler.
I nod, grateful for something to soothe my nerves.
I watch as she hands me the drink, the alcohol rich and thick with an oaky aroma. My mouth waters at the first sip, and I can already feel its comforting warmth spreading throughout my body.
"So," Madame Eve says, clasping her hands together on her desk as she regards me. "Let's get down to business, shall we?"
Her voice is low, sultry, and mesmerizing, and I feel my heart begin to race. I clear my throat. "Yes, I'm here for a job as a waitress."
She smiles.
“Yes, dear, I know. Tell me about your experience,” she says, leaning forward and looking deep into my eyes.
“W-well, ma’am,” I stammer, unsettled by the strength of her gaze. “I have waited tables before but I have to admit I’ve never worked at a place as fancy as yours.”
Eve smiled and gave me a reassuring nod.
“But I am a quick learner, ma’am, and I take direction well,” I say eagerly. “I love to make people happy and that would go double for your patrons. I really want this job, ma’am!” My hands clenched the edge of Madame Eve’s desk, perspiration starting to collect on my palms. “I know it seems…different, but I swear I’m up for the challenge.”
Madame Eve chuckled softly, losing herself in a contemplative gaze for a moment before speaking.
“Candy, dear,” she said, her voice dripping with the warmth of honey. “You’ve already proven to me that you’re adaptable and eager to please. I admire those qualities. Plus, you’re so beautiful and curvy, my patrons will adore you. However, in this line of work, it’s essential to know more than just table manners.
You see, dear, we cater to a very select clientele here. And part of providing exceptional service is understanding how to meet their particular desires. It’s why I make all my servers submit to an initial taste test, if you will, to see if you might be an exceptional fit.”
My heart races, wondering what sort of “taste test” she has in mind.
Madame Eve reaches for a small black case, setting it on the table between us. I watch with rapt attention as she opens it. I gasp at the sight of what looks like three glass dildos, realistically molded with cock heads, veins and balls, and even a little dimple at the top of the cockhead. I redden, unable to take my eyes off them as Eve chuckles.
“Do you like our special wine tasting toys, sweetheart?” She asks playfully. She opens three bottles of wine in quick succession and pours three glasses.
“Now, honey, I want you to dip each wine taster in a glass of wine and suck on each one. Then tell which you would recommend to go with a dish of hot, spicy tongue,” she commanded, watching my reaction closely.
I gulped, my heart pounding in my chest. Was she serious? I had never done anything like this before. But I wanted the job. I needed it. So, I nodded meekly and took the clear glass dildo in my trembling fingers, gripping the thick shaft at the base, just above the balls.
Eve watched with interest as I dipped the end of the glass dildo into the first glass of wine and slid it between my lips. The glass felt heavy in my hand, and I clutched onto it tightly and sucked on the sweet, tangy fluid that coated the toy. It tasted so good I kind of lost control of myself.
“Mmmm,” I purred, sucking on the glass cock and licking the cock head to get every last drop. “Wow, ma’am, that’s so yummy,” I said. “Is it a dessert wine? Please, can I have some more?” I begged, wondering why I was acting this way.
I knew I should be ashamed, but the taste of the wine seemed to intoxicate me, making me want more. As the alcohol flowed through me, my body responded in ways I never knew possible. I could feel my nipples hardening against my blouse, and my pussy growing wetter.
Eve's eyes focused on my reaction, a slow smile spreading across her face. She leaned forward, her gaze burning into mine.
“Good girl,” she said, popping the last bit of wine off the glass dildo with her thumb. “But before I give you more of that one, you need to try these other two.”
I eagerly took each one, dipping them into different glasses and bobbing my head up and down on each wine-soaked glass cock. I couldn’t resist licking them clean, each one leaving a trail of wine-saturated saliva on my lips. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I loved the taste, the wine, the cock-like texture of the dildos between my lips. I couldn’t understand the sudden rush of need coursing through my veins, but I succumbed to the strange sensations, hungry for more.
I took the final dildo, dipped it again into the third glass, and sucked on the cockhead hungrily, stroking the shaft with my sloppy, wine-soaked mouth.
“Well, my dear?” Madame Eve asked, her sharp gaze bore into mine. I swallowed, unsure of what to say. I didn’t know what she wanted me to say, but I wanted to please her. “Tell me which wine you’d suggest for a dish of spicy tongue.”
My head was spinning, but I managed to croak out an answer.
"The second one. It's the perfect blend of sweet and spicy, just like the dish," I said, my voice husky with a mix of desire and embarrassment.
Eve's mouth curved in a wicked smile as she admired my work. "Excellent choice, Candy. I knew you had it in you."
She stood up and walked around the desk, eyeing me lustfully as she approached.
“Good girl,” she purred, praising me for my accurate tasting abilities. “You have a very talented tongue, Candy. And I love the passion you show for the job.”
She smiled, and I blushed, staring down at the glass dildo still clenched in my grasp. I didn't know what to do with it now that I'd finished drinking the wine, but Madame Eve took it from my hand and set it carefully on the desk.
“Now it’s time for your second test,” she told me. “Through that door you’ll find a sexy little cocktail waitress outfit. I want you to slip it on, and then come back here. Pretend I am a guest, introduce yourself and take my order. Ok, honeybun?” She asked.
I stood up quickly. I found myself very eager to please her for some reason I couldn’t understand. “Yes, ma’am,” I said happily. “Through here?” I asked.
“That’s right, babydoll,”
she affirmed. “Now off you go,” she said, giving me a swat on the bottom that made me tremble as I went into the changing room.
I opened the door and found a satin red corset, tiny matching thong, tight little skirt and a sexy pair of black thigh-high stockings with red lace running up the back.
I stared at myself in the mirror as I slipped on the corset and thong. The woman staring back was nothing like the old Candy. My waist nipped in, my breasts pushed up, spilling over the top of the corset. I pulled on the stockings, smoothing out any wrinkles as I slipped them up my legs. Then I wiggled into the tight skirt, which came to just below my ass.
There was a lace collar with the club’s heart shaped logo. I fastened it around my throat. It was snug enough that I couldn’t forget it was there, but not so snug that I felt constricted. There was a heart-shaped pendant on a slim gold chain. I put it on, and it nestled right between my breasts. A pair of red high heels with thin straps that fastened above the ankles completed the ensemble. I couldn’t believe I was wearing such a slutty outfit at my job interview, but I was also strangely excited. There was a little make up table, and I applied a little blush to my cheeks and some cherry red lipstick to my plump lips.
I took a deep breath before opening the door and stepping back into Madame Eve's office.
Madame Eve looked up and her eyes widened as she took in my appearance. She let out a low whistle. "Well, well, well, Candy. You look absolutely stunning."
I blushed at the compliment, feeling self-conscious yet excited. I walked over to where she sat and gave her my best cocktail waitress smile. "Good evening, ma'am. I'm Candy, your server for the evening. Can I get you a drink to start off with?” I asked, smiling.
“Well hello there, Candy,” said Eve. “You look good enough to eat, just like your name. But I’m having a little trouble hearing you over the background noise. Come and stand right next to me and bend over so I can hear you better,” she suggested, beckoning me with one finger.
I did as she asked, standing directly in front of her chair. I bent over from the waist, wondering if I was supposed to feel so self-conscious in my new uniform.
As I leaned over, the rounded curves of my bottom came into full view. I could feel her gaze on me, caressing my skin, as though her eyes were hands. I was trembling now, from a mix of nervous energy and the wine.
“Much better,” she said approvingly. “Now, let’s see.
I believe I’ll have a martini, straight up, with three olives,” Madame Eve said with a wink and a sly smile.
My heart beat harder in my chest with each passing second. I could feel the tension build in the room, and I couldn’t help but feel like she was up to something, other than ordering a drink from me.
I rose from my bent-over position, my heart fluttering nervously as I turned to retrieve the shaker and glass for Madame Eve’s martini. As I shook the drink ingredients vigorously in the shaker, I could feel my tits and ass jiggling. It felt like my breasts were about to pop out of my corset. Eve watched me hungrily.
“Don’t stop now- shake it a little more, sugar,” she encouraged me.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, giving the martini one more shake as my tits and ass jiggled like crazy. I stood next to her to pour it into her glass and felt her hand slip under my skirt and cup my cheek.
“Oh!” I squealed, spilling a little of the martini in her lap.
“What a careless girl!” Eve said sternly, giving me a swat on my ass. “And a naughty one, too! When I slipped my hand under your skirt I didn’t feel any panties!”
“I’m so sorry, ma’am. Let me clean that right up.” I said softly, looking down as I felt the warmth from her slap radiating across my bottom. “I am a good girl though. I’m wearing panties, but it’s a thong panty so you won’t see my panty lines through this tight skirt.” I blushed redder than before at my confession.
“Is that so, babydoll?” She asked playfully. “Why don’t you lift your skirt and show me those pretty panties so I’ll know what a good girl you are,” she suggested, her eyes on mine as I felt my heart thudding in my chest.
I felt conflicted, embarrassed yet strangely excited to show her what I was wearing under this tight, revealing uniform.
I gulped, then did as she said, lifting my skirt up to my waist. I heard a strangled gasp from the woman in front of me.
“Those panties are soaked through, sweetheart. Do you know that?”
I did. I’d never felt this aroused and nervous in my life. I whimpered softly, unable to tear my gaze from hers.
I tried to lower my skirt but she held onto the hem, her knuckles brushing against the wet fabric of my thong. I gasped when she slowly drew a finger along the damp crotch, tracing its shape.
"You're so wet, Candy," she murmured, a seductive smile on her lips.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," I stuttered, feeling a rush of shame and excitement color my cheeks. I couldn't deny the throbbing between my legs.
“Looks like you are a naughty girl, after all, aren’t you? A naughty girl with a sopping wet pussy, hm?” Eve teased. “Go ahead, honey, tell me what you are,” she ordered me.
“Yes, ma’am,” I whispered. “I’m- I’m a naughty girl with a… a sopping wet pussy.” I couldn’t believe what I was saying.
“That’s right, babydoll. Now why don’t you get on your knees between my legs and clean up that spilled drink,” she commanded me.
I looked at her with shock and confusion, but she nodded, encouraging me to kneel between her legs. I obeyed hesitantly. My knees dug into the plush carpet as I knelt down before her. She spread her legs wider, to make room for me.
I gazed up at her, unsure of what to do next. She leaned back in her chair and gave me a knowing smile.
“You heard me, my dear. Drink up,” she said.
My pulse quickened as I gently parted her thighs and bent over her lap.
I brought my mouth to the wet patch on her skirt, lapping at it tentatively. I was mortified to realize just how wet I was, and the scent of my arousal mixed with the spilled martini only made me feel more self-conscious.
But as Madame Eve ran her fingers through my hair, I couldn't help but relax a little. She whispered words of encouragement, urging me on. I continued to suck and lick at the fabric, my tongue darting out to taste the sticky residue left behind by the drink.
The smell of fresh sex and erotica filled the air, turning my senses on high. I could feel Madame Eve's fingers running through my hair, tracing the lines of my face, and caressing my erogenous zones. Her touch ignited a fire within me, spreading heat from my core to my fingertips and toes.
"Oh, you naughty, naughty girl," she cooed, her voice a seductive purr. "This is what I like to see. Now stand up, babydoll. Let’s see if you can get my order right while I play with your juicy pussy and your sweet, tight ass.”
I stood up, smoothing my skirt back down, shivering at the lingering scent of her fingers, still wet from how she had explored my soaking satin-covered cunt. I know all my duties for tonight, I tell myself, trying to regain my composure.
“Yes, ma’am,” I whispered. “I’m ready for your order.” I say, taking a deep breath and trying to regain my composure.
My heart races as Eve's hands start to explore me again. She lifts my skirt, and her fingers trace the outline of my soaking wet thong. I bite my lip to keep from moaning as she hooks a finger under the flimsy fabric and pulls it to the side.
My pussy is bare and exposed, and I can feel cool air against my wet flesh as Eve’s eyes roam over me. I resist the urge to cover myself, knowing that it would only make me look more guilty.
Instead, I stand there, waiting for Madame Eve to speak. “You seem to be quite the eager little thing," she says with a knowing smile.
I blush, realizing how exposed I feel in front of her. My panties are soaked through from the wine tasting and the humiliating display I'd just performed. I can feel the heat radiating from my pussy as Madame Eve runs her fingers along my swollen lips.
I try to focus on Madame Eve's words, trying to remember what she said about ordering.
"Let's see," she says, her voice low and sultry. "I'll start with the hot, sweet buns.” Her fingers continue to explore me, tracing a path from my pussy to my ass, where she gently massages my tight hole.
I’m bent over the table , biting my lip to keep from moaning. I let out a gasp, pushing my bottom back against her hand, unable to contain the surge of pleasure that floods through me at her touch.
“Hmm,” she ponders as she cups my tit in her other hand. “Then I think I‘ll have a nice juicy chicken breast,” she says, toying with my hard nipple through the corset. “I’m hungry tonight,” she adds, licking her lips. “Bring me a nice juicy thigh as well,” she says, slipping her hand from my asshole to tease my thighs.
I part my legs , whimpering.
She slips her finger into my wet slit and my thighs tremble.
“And a nice cream pie for dessert,” she finishes, gliding her finger up and down my pussy. “Now sweet cheeks, why don’t you see if you can repeat my order back to me? Don’t worry- I’ll give you hints if you’re having trouble,” she laughs.
I try to concentrate but all I can think of is how good Eve’s hands feel on my tit and my pussy.
“Mmm, I’m sorry, ma’am,” I say, rubbing myself against her finger. “I’m so distracted- it’s hard to think. Can you give me a hint?”
She moves her hand from pussy to my ass, spanking my bottom again and then caressing my ass cheeks.
“Oh, yes!” I squeal. “Hot, sweet buns first,” I moan, pushing my bottom into her hand.
I gasp when she spanks my ass, savoring the stinging pleasure that spreads out from the contact point and travels down my legs. I feel like a wanton slut, bent over the desk like this with Eve's hand between my legs.
“That's right, darling,” she murmurs, still teasing my pussy with her fingers. “And what about the main course?” She asks, nipping my earlobe playfully.
I swallow hard, trying to clear the haze of arousal that's clouding my brain.
She pops my tits out of the corset and plays with them, squeezing them and thumbing my stiffening nipples.
“Now do you remember the main course?” She asks.
“Oh oh oh!” I moan. “Breasts! You’re having juicy breasts for the main course!”
“And what else?” She asks, her fingers tickling my thighs again.
“Oooo!” I squeal. “Juicy thighs. I think you should have them with the juices dripping down them,” I moan.
Eve smirks at my eagerness to please her, and rewards it by slipping a finger inside me, making me clench and shudder with pleasure.
“Very good, my naughty little Candy. You really do have a delicious imagination.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” I pant as she rubs my G-spot. My hips start to move of their own accord, desperately seeking more contact from her skilled fingers.
“And what about dessert, cutie pie?” She prompted as I humped her hand, wiggling her finger against my G spot as I felt my pussy walls clenching around her.
“Mmmmmm, c-cream pie,” I shuddered, collapsing on the table as I cum, my body shaking.
I moan again, unable to stop my body from reacting to her touch.
Madame Eve chuckles softly, then removes her wet fingers from my dripping cunt, and brings those same two fingers to my lips.
"Suck your honey off my fingers, sweetheart," she commands me in a throaty voice. I glance up at her nervously, biting my lip. "Now, now, none of that shy business. Open up and do as you're told," she says firmly, but not unkindly.
I open my mouth, and she slips her fingers inside, coating my tongue with the tangy essence of my orgasm. "Lick them clean, sweetheart," she whispers, and I comply, my tongue swirling around her fingers as I taste myself for the first time. It is both strange and intoxicating, and as I finish, Madame Eve gives me a smile that borders on smug.
"Good girl," she purrs. "You're a fast learner."
I blush, feeling both humiliated and strangely thrilled by her praise.
I have never been spoken to like this before, and it makes me feel like a different person, one who is free to express herself in ways she never thought possible. I am grateful for her guidance and the opportunity she has given me to explore this new world, even if it means submitting to her every whim.
"Now that you've proven yourself to be such a good little girl, I think it's time for me to show you some of the more advanced techniques we use here at the club," Madame Eve says, her voice low and sultry.
I struggle to clear my head and concentrate on her words. I can feel her gaze on me like a physical touch, making me acutely aware of my body and every secret hideaway it holds.
She leans forward, her finger tracing the edge of my corset, clear down to the indentation of my waist. "Do you remember the things I taught you earlier about pleasing a guest?" she asks.
I nod earnestly, wanting to please her, but feeling so hot and bothered that I couldn't think clearly.
"That's good," she says, her finger trailing down the curve of my ass and slipping between my cheeks. I shiver as she grazes my asshole, spreading me wider. "I think it's about time we put those lessons to good use."
She presses lightly on my hole, and I gasp at the sensation. "Have you ever been taken here before, Candy?" she asks, her voice gentle but curious.
I nod, feeling my cheeks grow warm with embarrassment. "Yes," I lie.
"I um, I have, once." I had actually never done anything with another person, but I was afraid if she knew how inexperienced I was, I wouldn't get the job.
I bite my lip as she continues to massage my ass, slipping her finger further inside me.
"Mmm, I don't know if I believe you. You're tight as a little virgin," she teases. "Are you a little liar, Candy?" She smacks my ass cheek with her other hand as she continues to work her finger inside my rosebud.
"Oh!" I squeal, writhing on her finger. "You're right, ma'am. I'm sorry! I didn't want you to think I was a goody two shoes."
I whimpered, struggling to communicate while she was filling me up.
Madame Eve chuckled at my reply, "Oh sweetie, you're not a goody two shoes anymore, trust me." She grinned, still sliding a fingertip in and out of my ass. "But I like your spirit," she purred, probing deeper, slowly stretching me apart.
I felt a continuous rush of pleasure pulsating through my lower body. Each poke and thrust from her fingers sent my heart racing, causing my whole body to tremble.