Sinful Knowledge (The Millionaires Social Club) (3 page)

"Of course not. Brad is actually a very classy person. Sure, he may have some kinky fetishes that need to be handled, but he's really not a bad guy." Jen spoke in a tone that didn't reassure Emily too well of Brad's overall intentions.
 

"Did you go back? I mean, did it ever happen again after the first time?" Emily asked.

"To be honest, I don't think I met their criteria for a main position. They,... I mean, Brad, never asked me to do it again. It's sort of a selection process I guess you could say, at least for a
top spot
in the Club."

"Selection process? Jen, don't bullshit me. Cut to the chase! I pretty much just got eye-fucked by my boss and a group of guys I had never even seen before, and you're not being very upfront with me as to what the hell took place."

"Okay, Okay, girl. Let me help you put this together." Jen moved closer to Emily and sat on the edge of her desk. "As you know, Brad and Mr. Bowler, I mean Rick, are very wealthy. Some might even say that they are billionaires."

"Yeah, okay. Got it," replied Emily. "So what?"

"Basically, my pretty lady, rich guys get what rich guys want and they want certain girls to be a part of their secret big boy social group. You went through the tryout for a top spot in their private club."

"Wait, Jen. I didn't ask to audition or interview for anything. Besides, I have no idea what this stupid little club is all about."

"The club, better yet, the Society, is not little at all. There are several big time rich guys from around the world that take place in it. I know that some are technology moguls which are pretty famous that take part in it as well as a couple of oil rich Arab brothers from some place called Brunei as well."

"But what the hell do they do, Jen? I mean, what is this society all about?"

"Em, understand that rich guys are so busy all the time with their businesses, that often times they just need a place to unwind and take care of their other needs. Some have wives and families, but often times, those are fronts or sometimes their wives just don't understand the sexual side and needs of these fine gentlemen. There's a certain stigma that goes along with being part of the super rich. That stigma is something the public sees, or at least what these guys
want
them to see. Having a secret society allows them to fulfill the deep dark sexual desires they often keep clammed up inside."

"But, what do they actually do at this Society?"

"Some of the guys don't do anything but watch people have sex. Others want to be tied up and dominated, while some want to be the dominator. Each of them has their own personal preferences. It's all kept in private and that's why they actually have secret auditions, if you will."

"So how did I get picked for this?" asked Emily, her voice now sounding more inquisitive and curious.

"You were picked from the day you were hired, just like me. Actually, any girl that directly works for Mr. Barker is a potential candidate. If you don't pass, it's okay. You won't lose your job over it.
But,
if you do make it, you get paid an amazing amount of cash just to do what they say at the society gathering. It can be upwards of five thousand dollars for just one night! From what I hear, there are a couple of regular places they meet, but then there are some exotic places that they will meet every once in a while just to change things up a bit. You know, rich guys get whatever they want."
 

Jennifer paused for a moment then looked Emily straight in the eyes while placing a hand on her shoulder. "Emily, I know that you can use the money. You've even told me that you were struggling to stay afloat with your finances. You're a hot looking girl. You've got beautiful doe eyes and a great smile, incredible natural boobs and a perfectly round ass. If you get accepted, you would be a fool not to take the position."
 

"Okay. But I'm still confused as to what I would have to do at this Club, Society or whatever you want to call it."

"Anything they ask you to do. I do know that they have a code of ethics that doesn't allow them to hurt you and I know they do get tested for diseases and such, so I wouldn't worry too much about that. But think of it this way. I'm sure you have some crazy unfulfilled sexual desires inside of you. This could be your own little playground as well. You could take care of those hot little cravings of yours
and
get paid well at the same time. Money will never be an issue again for you."

Jen is right,
Emily thought.
I do have money problems and there is no doubt that I want to explore some crazy sexual stuff I've been wanting to try for quite some time. Good lord how just having a good hard fuck every once in a while with a total stranger would be nice. No relationships. No commitments. No boundaries. No issues whatsoever. Just a nice hard dick to enjoy for a moment of pleasure. And the money! Even making half the amount she mentioned would be incredible.
 

"Jen, I'm still not one hundred percent convinced that it's the right thing...but, what now? I mean, Brad didn't tell me anything last night after...
 

"Emily." They heard Brad's firm voice sound off from around the corner of the room as he walked in the assistants office area. "I need to see you in my office in fifteen minutes. It's important." His demeanor was stern as he stood with his hands on his hips like a father looking disappointed at a child before they are about to get scolded. His eyes jetted through her. His broad stance was god-like and his broad shoulders dominated his entire posture.
 

"Uh, um...yes, Sir," Emily replied with a nervous voice not knowing quite what to say. It was the first time she had seen Brad since last nights escapade. The colored portion of her eyes always seemed bigger every time she felt intimated and this time was no exception. "I will be there in fifteen minutes, Sir."

"No sooner and no later," he replied as he turned away to head back to his office.

Emily felt her heart start to race and her face became clammy as all the blood rushed from it. She felt tingling in her fingertips and a shiver flash down her spine and she wondered what Brad was about to say to her, or
do
 
to her for that matter.
 

Oh god, Em. Maintain yourself...keep calm. Think yoga and pecan ice cream.
 

Five minutes seemed like an hour. Emily hesitated for a moment as she stood before the heavy looking wood double doors of Brad's office. Their ostentatious presence seemed to only be there to confirm his power and wealth. A few beads of sweat formed on her forehead which she quickly brushed off before taking a deep breath.
 

You can do this, Em,
she thought as her knuckles tapped on one of the doors.
 

"Enter," she heard the voice say from the other side.

The office seemed much larger than any other time she was in it. She was incredibly nervous for some reason and her vision was blurred to the point that she could see nothing else but the funnel that lead right to Brad. She hadn't even noticed Rick Bowler standing in his impeccable suit just to the right of Brad's desk.

"Relax, Emily." She finally seemed to come through her trance as she tuned in to Brad's voice. His demeanor was very relaxed as he sat back in his high back leather chair. "You remember Rick, yes?"

"Uh, yes, Sir. I do. Hello, Sir," she said as she glanced at Rick.
 

"Hi, Emily. I hope you you're doing well," replied Rick.

"I am, Sir. Thanks." It was then that Emily had just noticed the slight hint of cologne. It was just barely noticeable but was very elegant and just smelled expensive to her.

"Emily. I'm sure you have a thousand questions running through your head about the events of last night," said Brad as he leaned forward in his chair placing his arms on his desk and leaning forward to speak directly at her.
 

"Was it the first time you've ever been naughty like that?"

"I beg your pardon, Sir?"

"My partners and I believe you are something quite unique. You're incredibly gorgeous but still have a sense of innocence about you that would make you a perfect match for our club."

"I,...I don't think I quite follow you, Sir." Emily didn't want to let in that she knew a bit more about their secret club from what Jennifer had told her.
 

"Last night, my dear, was an audition of the sorts. I'll put it to you this way. Being rich is great and has many benefits. However, sometimes we just want to go somewhere and be ourselves. You know what I'm talking about, Emily?"

"Not really, Sir."

"C'mon Miss Emily. I'm sure you have some deep dark sexual secret or fetish that you've thought would be a bit too bizarre if anyone was to find out about it. Everyone has something inside that rides them like a dark passenger."

"Um...okay, Sir."

"Being in a high-profile lifestyle like us, although we are both single, we still have an image to uphold. Rick and I belong to a very secret society of men,...very rich men....

"And some women too," said Rick.

"Yes, some women too," said Brad. Some are single, like us, but some are married with children. Regardless, our club allows us to escape this public rat race bullshit and allows us to be with other people like us that want to unwind and cater to their... dark passenger. It just happens to be that the club, which we prefer to call a Society, leans more to our sexual desires. When you came to work here, I thought you would play a good part in it as well. You are incredibly sexy with your dark hair and lovely features, but we demand more than just a pretty face.
 
Your a bit shy when around figures of authority, which I believe means you wouldn't mind being dominated once in a while. As a matter of fact, Emily, I bet right now, your pussy is getting wet, and it's not because of what's being said here. It's because of what you are anticipating what might be said. You're mind is racing through all kinds of scenarios right now ranging from me yelling at your and telling you what a worthless piece of ass you are and throwing you out of this room, to us ripping at your clothes right this moment and fucking the hell out of you on this desk."

Emily's knees began to quiver and she noticed the dryness in her mouth. She realized Brad was absolutely right. Every possibly scenario, good and bad, played out through her head from the moment she walked in, and she hadn't even given it any thought. And yes, she does have her own dark passenger and kinky thoughts of sexual role play before, especially about how much of a turn on it would be to have someone tie her up and fake rape her.
 

"What do you want me to do, Sir?" asked Emily.

"Lift up your skirt. I want to see your pussy."

Oh fuck. That's not the answer I expected,
Emily thought as she started to bite her lower lip. It was a habit she had every time she got beyond extremely nervous.
 

"He said, lift up your skirt," Rick added. "I want to see it too."

With her nervousness kicked into overdrive and her thought process not being anywhere near planet Earth, she acted reluctant to lift her skirt, but did so as if under some kind of trance. It was as if her arm was possessed as it guided her hand to show the two dominating gentlemen just what they wanted. Their eyes remained fixated on her hand as it slowly raised the hem of her skirt above her waist.
 

"Panties. Pull them off," said Brad as he nonchalantly pointed a finger at her black thong.
 

Breathe, Em. Breathe. You're going to pass out if you don't take a breath.

With a swift kick, Emily's high heels were off in a second when she realized she would fall flat on her face if she tried undressing with them on. As she stood only ten feet from the desk, she pulled down her panties. It wasn't like they hadn't seen her pussy before. This time seemed different. Maybe it was because the last time Brad had ripped them off in front of his buddies, but this time she had removed them herself...willingly. Emily's slick pussy was now in full view. It glistened with wetness and she could feel her lips swelling. Her breathing was shallow and her knees continued to tremble as she felt weak.

"Come closer," said Brad and Emily was reluctant but obliged the dashing gentleman.

Rick moved around the desk toward her backside as Brad stood up and unzipped his pants. She glanced back over her right shoulder to see Rick doing the same and his hand pushed down on her upper back down to lay her face down on the desk. Rick's hand grabbed a handful of her long dark hair and pulled back her head. Brad pulled his cock from his pants and held it out only inches from her face. Eyeballing the measurement of his cock, she knew instantly that it was much longer than any cock she ever had before and there was no way she would even be able to close her hand around its girth.
 

He couldn't possibly think I could fit that in my mouth,
she thought.
 

Rick's hand still clenched a handful of her hair as she felt him spanking her ass with his own cock. She could tell his member was competitive with the size of Brad's based on what she felt slapping her between the cheeks.
 

"Oh god, Sir. Whatever you do, please don't fuck my ass. I've never..."

"Oh, don't worry, dear," replied Rick. "That we will save for another day," he said as she felt one of his fingers make its way into her wet pussy.

Brad quickly removed Rick's hand from the top of Emily's head and took up his own handful of hair.

"Suck it, slave. Show me what the club gets to look forward to," Brad demanded as he outlined her lips with the tip of his gifted cock. With his cock so close to her mouth, she could smell the scent of his cologne even more emanating from his skin. Just as she parted her lips to take in his swelling member, she felt her pussy lips being spread by the large head of Rick's cock. He was forceful, but gentle at the same time and as slow as he pushed it into her, it seemed like the length would never end. Brad was slowly pumping just the head of his cock in and out of Emily's mouth. If it was any rounder, her mouth would be stretched beyond what she would be able to take in. As Rick started pumping into her faster, Brad suddenly pushed half the length of his cock into Emily's mouth and quickly retracted it entirely allowing her to gasp for a breath of air before sliding it back in half way.