Raw: Book 1 Page 3

  Michael had knocked on the door before he entered. “Take him to the restaurant, Bevy?”

  “Yes Michael and come back here after you settle Jeremy.”

  “Welcome to RAW, man. You’re going to love it.” Michael extended his hand to Jeremy and patted him on the shoulder.

  “Thanks, I’m glad it all worked out.” Jeremy followed Michael across the spacious foyer with its marble floors and a large table with a massive bouquet of flowers set in the center. They stood in front of French doors that opened to a dining room. “This is the main dining room where most of the guys come to meet before the night begins at ten o’ clock."

  It was a large bright room with dozens of tables and one long bar along the front wall. It had a shabby chic feel to it. It was light and airy. Colors of blue, cream and gray covered the walls and furnishings. Glass and crystal chandeliers hung throughout the space, and more French doors spanned one wall leading out to a wraparound patio that offered a magnificent view of the grounds.

  “I’m going to sit you in the corner. You’ll need privacy as you read over all those documents. Order yourself some lunch, take your time and enjoy. I’ll be back for you in a couple of hours.” Michael walked him to the corner table farthest from everything.

  No women were around, and just a few servers lingered cleaning glasses and wiping down silverware. The restaurant apparently was not opened for business, which made sense since it was a Tuesday and RAW closed to members on Tuesdays.

  A guy stocking the bar stopped what he was doing and walked over. He was casually dressed wearing jeans and a t-shirt. He carried a plain white dishtowel in his hand. “Hi, I’m Mason. I’m a bartender here. You must be the new hire.”

  “Yes, my name’s Jeremy, It’s good to meet you, man.” Jeremy stood and shook hands with Mason. “Do you only bartend?”

  “Yeah, Bevy hired me as a bartender two years ago, and that’s all I’ve been allowed to do since.”

  “Do you want to do more?” Jeremy knew many coveted the Essential’s position, but that didn’t mean everyone had an interest in participating in the sexual acts that went on at RAW.

  “No, I’m a bartender, I have a fiancé at home, I make great money, and I’d like to keep it that way.”

  “I get it. There’s a lot of staff roaming around.”

  “Yeah, this is a business and a well-run business at that. Bevy doesn’t play. When Bevy does something, she does it right.”

  “Are all the staff members males?”

  “Yeah, except for the girls Bevy contracts out to play out some of the ladies fantasies.”

  Jeremy shook his head. “Girl on Girl.”

  “It’s popular, but those girls are not allowed to socialize with the members. They come in, do their job, get paid and leave.” Mason flipped the dishtowel over his shoulder. “Let me get you a menu. You want a cocktail?”

  “Am I allowed to?”

  Mason laughed, “Dude, you’re an Essential now, you can have anything you want.”

  “Really?”

  Mason pointed to the pile of papers on the table. “It’s all in there. Read it and sign it. I’ll get you a beer. I’ll be back.”

  Jeremy opened the folder and gathered the pile of papers held together by a large black binder clip. He skimmed through the papers quickly. There was a lot of information. The first page read: Congratulations! You are now an Essential employee at RAW. The place where women come to unleash all their fantasies. Your role is to help them reach their highest point of ecstasy while respecting their wishes and desires. You are never to ask questions, and you may not refuse any woman her desire. You are here solely to cater to her wants, her needs and her most intimate sexual fantasies.

  Jeremy sifted through the other papers. Legal papers listed certain liabilities, and disclosure agreements, along with rules of the club, privacy and discretion being at the top of the list. Other papers explained the grounds to which Bevy could terminate an Essential employee. Paragraphs devoted to the expected behavior of each Essential employee. It stated that an Essential employee couldn’t approach a member outside of the club for any reason what so ever. If any Essential employee breaks the rules and the member reports the Essential to Bevy, it justifies immediate termination.

  The hours of operation, time off, and holiday and sick time were categorized under The Essentials well-being heading. It also stated the pay, gratuities, and the pay schedule, which was once a month.

  RAW closed Sunday at four in the afternoon and didn’t reopen until Wednesday at four in the afternoon. The Essentials were expected to use that time to take care of themselves. Bevy wanted all her Essentials to be in superb shape. No drugs were allowed, and testing took place on a regular basis. Alcohol was allowed, but there was a limit on work nights. She wanted to make sure no Essential had a problem performing his duties. There was a dress code in the restaurant. The Essentials could wear a suit with or without a tie. Dress slacks with a dinner jacket were also appropriate. In the other two casual restaurants and the bar room in the floor below, jeans were allowed with a button down shirt, a dressy t-shirt, or sweater. T-shirts showcasing writing or prints were never allowed on member days. The dress was casual when members were not present.

  The Essentials were to sleep in the mansion, and they could expect five-star accommodations. They could, however, request time off and during those days the Essentials time was their own to do with as they pleased.

  In the Mansion, members were acknowledged by first names only. The member’s identities remained private. Outside the gates of the mansion, discretion was an absolute. Anonymity was vital unless the members themselves chose to reveal their extracurricular activities. And ironically, word of mouth was how Bevy built a massively successful business.

  Jeremy skimmed through pages and pages of rules and regulations as he ate his filet with new potatoes and string beans. The meal was delicious, so Jeremy was happy to read the paragraph that said RAW provided unlimited food and alcohol to all Essentials.

  He got through all the forms, initialed each one, signed and dated the last page. He finished his second beer and flagged down Mason. Mason walked over, “You want anything else.”

  “No, I’m all set. What should I do now?”

  “I’ll let Bevy know you’re ready. Just hang out for a minute.”

  A few minutes later, Michael came back to retrieve Jeremy. “How was everything?”

  “The meal was incredible.”

  “RAW hired the best chefs around. There are three restaurants in the mansion, but the other two are for breakfast and lunch.” Michael guided Jeremy across the foyer. “I’ll give you the full tour later.”

  “I’m getting the impression that RAW has the best of everything around.” Jeremy looked around at the space. He was too nervous earlier to appreciate it.

  “If you like this wait till you see the Essentials living quarters. That’s next after you see Bevy one more time.”

  Michael knocked and entered her office. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you had company. How are you Madison?” Michael extended his hand to the beautiful woman sitting in the chair in front of Bevy’s desk.

  “Hello, Michael, good to see you as always.” Madison stood and shook Michael’s hand as she stared at Jeremy.

  “Madison Avery this is Jeremy Turner, a new Essential.” Michael made the introductions.

  Madison eyed Jeremy up and down. “Nice to meet you and welcome.” Madison extended her hand to Jeremy then quickly released it as she looked away.

  “Nice to meet you, as well, Madison.” Jeremy’s first instinct upon meeting Madison was that she was shy. It was just a hunch based on how quickly she looked away from him.

  The second thing he noticed was her stunning look. Her long golden brown hair cascaded over her shoulders in waves and her big hazel eyes framed by long dark lashes gave her an exotic, sultry look. She had curves where curves were needed, and Jeremy suspected there would be no overgrowth of hair under that sweet
little skirt. He could tell the woman knew how to maintenance herself and he only hoped that eventually, he’d get to see it first hand.

  “Jeremy finished the interview process this morning and signed the paper work, I hope.” Bevy held out her hand for the folder Jeremy held that contained all the relevant documents.

  “Yes, I read over everything and initialed and signed each page.” Jeremy walked the folder over to Bevy who sat behind her desk.

  Madison took her seat and scanned Jeremy’s body. Jeremy could feel her eyes on him, and when he glanced at her, Madison looked away.

  “Do you have any questions about anything in the contract,” Bevy asked as she skimmed through the papers making sure everything was signed.

  “No. It’s all self-explanatory.” Jeremy answered as he glanced over at Madison, again.

  “Good, I’ll make copies and have one of the staff members deliver them to your room later. Michael will show you to the Essentials wing and your bedroom.” Bevy gestured to Michael. “The boys will help you get acquainted with everything, and I have an open door policy so come and see me if you ever need anything.”

  “Thank you, Bevy, I appreciate the opportunity.”

  “You’re welcome. Now, get going.”

  “It was nice meeting you, Madison. I hope we meet again.”

  Madison smiled at Jeremy but didn’t respond with words.

  Out in the hallway, Jeremy asked Michael about Madison. “She’s a beautiful woman.”

  “She’s a member here. A top tier member. They call the top tier members The Exclusives and she’s Bevy’s best friend.”

  “Is she shy?” Jeremy asked.

  “I think she’s a snob. She’s some prominent divorce attorney, and she only talks to certain people.” Michael paused. “Madison is a rarity in this place, and I imagine most places. I mean beautiful woman are around here all the time, but Madison is on a whole other level.”

  “I know, I can tell,” Jeremy added as he walked the halls of the mansion. “Does she have her favorites?”

  “I wouldn’t call them her favorites, but there are a few guys she calls on regularly, but no one stands out as her favorite.” Michael patted Jeremy on the back. “But dude, you never know it could end up being you. You’re a good-looking bastard, and I’m sure she thought so by the way she eyed you up.”

  Jeremy felt an instant attraction for Madison. She was beautiful, but he couldn’t help but think something was off about her. Jeremy considered what Michael said. Jeremy didn’t think Madison was a snob, but he couldn’t pinpoint what it was that felt odd about her.

  ”Can you believe that boy?” Bevy looked at Madison from across the desk. “I can’t believe Bill made me promise not to have sex with the new hires. He was so hell bent on putting a stop to it that he came up with that whole raffle idea. It’s hokey.”

  Madison chuckled. “It’s hokey but the women love it, and I don’t blame him. He’s put up with your shenanigans for years. I think it’s a fair request after all this time.”

  “I guess so.” Bevy pouted. “What about you?”

  “What about me?” Madison asked though she knew what Bevy suggested.

  “Madison, don’t play coy with me. The man is incredible looking, and you would have melted if you saw him with Amy. The girl was in a trance afterward. I watched it all, but what ever he said or did to her, the girl walked out on a cloud. Will you book him right away?”

  Madison nodded. “No, you know that’s not possible. Let him get a taste of the other women first, and then if I feel comfortable, I’ll book him.”

  “You saw the way he looked at you. He’s going to do whatever it takes to get your attention.”

  “He’s incredible looking, I’ll give him that but you know it takes me a while to warm up to people. He’ll have to be content with the other women for awhile.” Madison stood. “I need to get back to work. Let’s have dinner at eight on Thursday.”

  “Good, I looked forward to it.”

  Madison turned around when she got to the office door. “By the way, I got a speeding ticket, do you think Bill could do something about the points?”

  “How did you get a speeding ticket?” Bevy scrunched her face up.

  “Female cop.” Madison shrugged. “She was lovely, but I couldn’t charm my way out of the ticket.”

  “Ah, say no more. Bill's the chief of police; He should be able to help you out.”

  “Thanks! Tell him I’ll pay more money, I just don’t have time to go to court, and I don’t want the points on my license.”

  “No problem my dear. Consider it handled.” Bevy waved her hand in the air.

  “See you Thursday night.”

  Chapter 3

  “This is it, my man. Your bedroom.” Michael opened the door, stepped aside and waited for Jeremy to enter. “Nice, right?”

  “This is incredible. Not what I expected at all.”

  “Let me guess you expected bunks?”

  “Yeah, something like that.” Jeremy spun around taking in the entire space.

  “This is RAW. Only the best for RAW. The owners would have it no other way.”

  “I’ve heard the rumors about a business partner.” Jeremy walked towards the picture window to check out his view.

  “There’s a silent partner that holds sixty percent but no one except Bevy and her chief of police boyfriend, Bill, know who that person is.”

  “Bevy’s boyfriend is the chief of Police?”

  “Nothing to worry about... you’ll meet Bill; he stops in all the time. He’s a cool guy.” Michael walked to the door. “Take a few minutes in here and then we’ll get your bags. You did pack your shit, right?”

  “Yes, I was told by the recruiter that I had to come to the interview packed even if I didn’t get the job.”

  “Bevy likes the other boys to get you acquainted right away and then you can always get the rest of your stuff later on.”

  “I brought everything I own. I don’t have a lot of things.” Jeremy was living on Claire’s pull out couch for the past eight months. Claire and Jeremy became friends in college. They went on to Medical school together, and Claire continued to do her residency while Jeremy floundered.

  “Even better. Keep things simple, I always say.” Michael walked out. “I’ll be back.”

  Jeremy looked around the room. It wasn’t a large space but it was big enough for a king size bed, a walk in closet, an armoire, and a large bathroom with double sinks. A dark navy silk comforter covered the bed and large pillows covered in white pillowcases lined up against the headboard.

  Jeremy sat down on the edge of the bed then propped himself against the pillows with his legs stretched out in front of him crossing one ankle over the other. The position gave him a perfect view of the entire space. He looked around in disbelief.

  So far everything about this job was perfect. The interview was easier than Jeremy expected once he got past Bevy scrutinizing him. Amy was a doll. Bevy seemed pleasant. The food was delicious. Michael and Mason were both friendly, and his bedroom was impressive. He’d have privacy on his down time to read. Something he did often. Jeremy was a history buff and consumed book after book of American and World history.

  Jeremy stretched his arms above his head. He bent his elbows and interlaced his fingers behind his head as he thought about the morning.

  Madison invaded those thoughts. She was a member of RAW. He couldn’t wait for the next time he’d see her. He hoped that this job allowed for getting to know the women. He didn’t want it to be all about sex. He enjoyed getting to know people and having a deeper connection with the women would make the sex that much better.

  Michael came back to Jeremy’s room about an hour later. “Sorry I took so long. Let’s go get your bags and then I’ll introduce you to the other guys and give you a tour of the place.”

  Jeremy hopped off his bed and followed Michael out of his room. Michael pointed to a few closed doors on the way down the hallway reciting names a
s they passed. So far Jeremy picked up on a few names. Luke, Brian, Timothy, and JC. “How many guys are we?” Jeremy asked as he caught Michael say one more name. He added Donnie to his mental list.

  “Bevy likes to keep the number at twenty, but sometimes there’s less, sometimes more. Guys leave for various reasons. Some guys meet a girl and want to get married, or they make their money and settle down to explore other ventures.”

  “The money is good here?” Jeremy knew the money was six-figure kind of money, but he wanted to hear Michael confirm it.

  “You’ll make sick money here. Stock it away, and you’ll be set for life.”

  “What happens if the women don’t pick me, or if they do, and I don’t satisfy them?”

  “Then you leave broke.” Michael stopped walking and lowered his voice. “Can I give you some advice?”

  “I’d appreciate it.”

  “Put it in your head that every member is here because she isn’t being satisfied at home. That could mean many different things. Some may have spouses who ignore them completely, some the sex may suck, others have sexual fantasies that they no longer want to ignore, and they come to a safe place to explore their desires. Your job, your only job is to take care of them. Every woman that walks through this door is different. If you learn to appreciate their bodies because of those differences, you’ll succeed here.”

  “That usually isn’t a problem. I love the female body in all shapes and sizes, but I did have a hard time with the amount of hair on Amy.”

  “I know you did.”

  “You watched?”

  “For the first few minutes. I like Amy’s hairy pussy.” Michael paused as he contemplated Amy and all that hair, “I think all that hair is sexy. I just want to shove my face between her legs and go to town. Amy’s a sweetheart, and she likes her sex kinky.”

  “Like what?”

  Michael lowers his voice to a whisper. He looks to his left then to his right. “Learn this now. No member can be spoken about by name when discussing specifics. You can talk in generalizations but never details. Essentials can talk amongst themselves in private but can never use the member’s name when discussing specific sexual tastes. It’s automatic termination.”