“Thank you so much for visiting Elite San Antonio, and I hope your experience with us was pleasurable. Good night Mr. and Mrs. Porter,” Arianna said with a tight smile on her face. She had worked a double today, and her dogs were barking, courtesy of her Chanel patent leather pumps. Normally, Arianna wouldn’t have dreamed of purchasing something so expensive, but a coworker put her on a luxury consignment website with reasonable prices on luxury name brand clothing and shoes. The plus side was that she could pay in monthly installments, saving her from pinching pennies at the end of the month.  Elite San Antonio or Elite SA was a state-of-the-art country club new to the city, and everyone fortunate enough to be members had deep pockets, power, and an ego the size of the state of Texas. Coincidentally, the owner expected the staff to look the part as well. “Thank you, Arianna. Your service was wonderful as usual,” Mr. Porter grinned, offering his hand.  “You’re very welcome. Will I be seeing you and Mrs. Porter next week, same time?” Arianna asked, accepting his hand.  “Of course, dear, at our usual time. Take care, Arianna.” “Good night, Mrs. Porter. Please don’t forget about yoga tomorrow at 9:00 AM with Mrs. Hendricks and Mrs. Murphy,” Arianna reminded me.  “Ohhhh, thank you so much for the reminder. I’ll be here!” Arianna finished saying her polite farewells and collapsed in her chair as soon as the couple exited through the rustically crafted arched double doors. Arianna looked into the palm of her hand, and she was thrilled at the sight of the crisp but folded $50.00 bill that Mr. Porter blessed her with. Her nose wrinkled in disgust when she saw he also left a little note inside the folded bill to call him. Fielding the ongoing advances of their members was the only downfall of Arianna’s job as a receptionist, oh, and the fact she was also sometimes expected to act as a personal concierge even though it wasn’t in her job description. Arianna is hit on from the time she arrives in the morning until the sun sets at night. There has only been one case where a member was drunk and overly vulgar with her and even managed to grope her before he was escorted out. A part of Arianna felt disgusted and violated by his behavior, but he apologized the next day and gave her a check for $5,000.00 to show he was “sincere.”  Arianna was quick to accept the check and had let him know all was forgiven. Arianna didn’t mind accepting his payoff as long as her lights were still on and there was a roof over her head. Not to mention, the money made a nice little dent in her college fund. If she was candid, she was hoping it would happen again so that she could get another check.  Arianna wasn’t a w***e, but she also wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Arianna wished she could say it was only the men in love with the cocoa, but she was approached by many women who wanted to engage in a dalliance or desired to have a threesome with her and their husbands. Arianna, of course, turned them down; however, she couldn’t turn down Mrs. Klein, who asked for her to massage her. That came with a $1,000.00 tip, and she wasn’t required to scissor or eat her p***y. That was a win in her book. Arianna recently graduated from high school and had plans of attending college and relied on her college fund her deceased grandparents left to get her through the next four years. She was accepted to a decent school and was assigned a roommate. Arianna purchased a new laptop and other supplies and couldn’t wait until she started the next chapter of her life. It wasn’t until a week before school started that her parents called her into the living room and confessed they spent her entire college fund on trips to Louisiana for expensive gambling excursions. There were no words to express how betrayed Arianna felt by the two people that were supposed to love and care for her. If she couldn’t trust her own parents to have her back, then who could she trust? Arianna cried that night as she logged into the school’s website, dropped all of her classes, and unenrolled herself. She sent an email to her roommate to let her know that something came up and she wouldn’t be joining her for the year. Arianna was at least grateful she had decided to hold off on purchasing her textbooks just in case she found them in the school’s library. One less thing she had to worry about. Arianna was disgusted by her parents’ selfishness and refused to stay under their roof for another day. The next day, she scraped up the last bit of her funds she had saved from a part-time job and found a nice studio to rent at a decent price, all bills included.  The only issue was that her part-time job at the local bookstore wasn’t going to pay the rent. Arianna had a month to find a job, or she was going to be out on her ass.   It didn’t take her long to stumble upon the online ad for the receptionist position at Elite SA. Arianna immediately beefed up her resume and submitted the application. She was surprised to receive a call back that very day requesting she come in for a job interview the following day. Arianna accepted and then gasped in horror once she realized she didn’t know what to wear for her interview. Arianna had never been to a country club before, but she’s heard enough to know that something sleek, stylish, and professional would be preferred. Arianna dressed the next morning in a black sheath dress with long mesh sleeves that cuffed at the wrist. She paired her outfit with a pair of black pumps and diamond studs. Arianna arrived for her interview twenty minutes early and was floored by the rows of expensive luxury cars parked in the compound. Her parents were bastards for spending her college fund, but at least she had a decent car. Her 2017 Honda Civic was still a hoopty compared to the Bentley she parked by, but it could’ve been a lot worst. “Good morning, ma’am. First time here?” the doorman asked.  “How could you tell?” “I know almost everyone,” he bragged. “My name is Jesse, and you are?” “Arianna. I’m here for the receptionist interview.”  Jesse’s eyes widened in recognition. “Well, if that’s the case, let me escort you to the office.” “Don’t you have to watch the door?” “Eh, f**k ’em. They have two hands. They can open their own doors.” “Don’t come crying to me when you lose your job.” “Never,” Jesse chuckled. “The boss and I are tight.” “How tight?” “He’s my grandfather.” “And you’re opening doors? Sounds like he doesn’t love you that much.” “He despises nepotism.” “In that case, he sounds like a fair and honorable man.” “He’s all that and then some,” Jesse replied, offering Arianna his arm. Arianna looped her arm through his and allowed him to lead her through the main building. Elite described the club perfectly. The cream-colored marble floors were clean enough that you could eat off of them. The multiple Swarovski crystal chandeliers were almost blinding in the sunlight. The hand-painted oil paintings that donned the walls were most likely originals by some famous Renaissance painters Arianna knew she couldn’t pronounce the names of. Everyone they passed had smiles on their faces. The same smiles Arianna saw on their faces were the same smiles she saw on the online brochure. And as far as Arianna could tell, the smiles were all genuine. “Everyone looks so happy,” Arianna commented as Jesse continued to drag her deeper through the building.  “Elite SA is like Disney World for the rich. There are a host of activities to participate in. There’s golfing, tennis, yoga, you can get a massage, there’s a gambling room where we host slot, poker, and Blackjack tournaments. What else? Oh yeah, there’s a movie theater, a basketball and racquetball court, cricket, horses, an indoor Olympic swimming pool, as well as a tropical-style swimming pool and hot tub outside. There is a world-class Michelin star chef on staff, and he’ll make anything your little heart desires. If we don’t have it, then we’ll fly it in. You want oysters, sweetheart? Not a problem, we’ll fly you in some fresh from the Delta de l’Ebre.” “Sounds fancy…and expensive.” “Yes to both, but you pay for quality. What else do we have? A full salon where our female guests love to get their nails and toes done as well as get their assholes waxed and bleached.” “I could’ve gone without that,” Arianna giggled.  “My bad. I just wanted to make you laugh.” “Mission accomplished.” “Well, we’re here. My lunch break is coming up soon, so you can celebrate your employment with me in the dining room if you want. What are you feeling?” “Hmmmmmm. I think I’m feeling oysters.” “If I didn’t know any better, Arianna, I would think you’re trying to get me into bed,” Jesse said with a sly grin on his face.  “You couldn’t be further from the truth. You’re nice and all, but I’m looking for someone a little bit on the older side. What are you, 21 or 22?” “21, and how old are you?” “18.” “Well, how old are we talking here?” Jesse inquisitively asked.  “Older than 21, I can tell you that.” “I feel like you just friend-zoned me.” “You have great intuition,” Arianna teased.  “You say that now, but I bet I could have you changing your mind.” “I doubt it, but I’ll find you after my interview, yeah?” “Sure thing, Ari.” “Only my closest friends call me Ari.” “Wonderful. I’m glad we see eye-to-eye. Good luck, but for some reason, I don’t think you’ll need it.” Arianna watched Jesse as he walked down the hallway. He was nice enough, but Arianna wasn’t one for playing games, and she didn’t want to mess around and fall for f**k boy. Arianna only had one boyfriend in her life, and that relationship was very short-lived, as in ten days when she found out he had another girlfriend at a rival high school. Arianna quickly ended what they had and swore off boys until she was out of school. As a result, Arianna was still a virgin and was happy to remain one until she felt ready. She in no way was a prude or “waiting for the right one” because let’s be honest, you can save yourself until you’re 25 and married only for that man to be a dog. Then you’re sitting there thinking about all the d**k you could have had.  Now that Arianna no longer had anything to focus on, she was legal and open to the idea of being sexually and romantically involved with someone, preferably someone older. Arianna wanted her first time to be with someone who had some experience under his belt. Perhaps someone at the club with catch her eye? It is teeming with older gentlemen, she thought to herself. ******* It was three months later, and Arianna realized real quick that the club offered slim pickings to suit her needs and tastes. All of the men were married or in a relationship, and hardly any of them cared. Arianna had completely given up when she found out from Jesse that he overheard some of the members discuss a running bet to see who could bed her first. “You did great today, as usual, Miss Carter,” her boss, Mr. Bruce, complimented, laying it on a little too thick. Arianna rolled her eyes, knowing if Mr. Bruce was paying her a compliment that he wanted something.  Mr. Bruce wasn’t a bad boss or cruel by any means, but he could be strict and genuine compliments were difficult to come by. Arianna noticed whenever he wanted a favor that his tone became lighter than usual. Not to mention he never smiled except when he wanted something. “Let’s cut to the chase, Mr. Bruce. You know tomorrow is my day off, but you’re gonna ask me to come in, aren’t you?” “Wow, you know me so well, Miss Carter. We have a couple of last-minute tours that need to be given, and unfortunately, we’re going to be short-staffed tomorrow. Would you be willing to give the tours? Remember, if they become members, you’ll get a sign-on bonus of $1,000.00.” “How many tours?” “Three.” “Do you have their profiles?” Arianna sighed.  “Here you are,” Mr. Bruce beamed, shoving three portfolio books toward her. “Sorry, there aren’t any photos. Like I said, last minute.” “No worries. When is the first tour?” “10:00 AM.” “That’s not bad. I’ll be here. Make sure you have my $3,000.00 check waiting for me at the end of the day.” “Miss Carter, you are so cheeky and quite full of yourself, aren’t you?” “It’s a gift,” she sighed, grabbing her purse out of the locked bottom drawer of her desk. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Good night, Mr. Bruce.” “Good night, Miss Carter.” ******** Arianna arrived home ten minutes later and was immediately bombarded by her munchkin cat. “How’s it going, Legs? Did you miss Mama?” she cooed as he tangled himself between her feet. Arianna brushed Legs aside with her heel because the last thing she wanted was to impale her furry friend with her spiked heel. Arianna tossed the profiles on her bed and fed Legs before he meowed the apartment down. Another positive thing about working at the club was that she barely had to purchase groceries because breakfast, lunch, and dinner were served at the club and were a part of her employee perk. Along with free use of all of the facilities, including the gym. Arianna leisurely showered and thoroughly moisturized her skin with her body oil. She threw on a large t-shirt and didn’t bother with panties because she knew she would touch herself before she fell asleep. “Let’s see who we got here, Legs,” Arianna sighed, bouncing onto the bed. “Mr. London, Mr. Jameson, and Mr. White. Hopefully, they’re more impressive than their names.”