Chastity (closed for Sanapatel)

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The little white card on the table looked innocuous enough.

The tall blonde woman bit her lip in concern. While she and the Indian woman did not see each other outside of work, their infrequent hellos in the hallway led to them occasionally eating lunch together. It was a fine enough relationship for an office environment. "Look, I should warn you this place is a red light sort of thing, but you look fantastic, have a great body, and I know one of the older men there has a thing for exotic-looking women. It's great pay for a night's work, and I know you two could use the money. You just lost your job, and you told me your husband hasn't been able to find one for a few months now. Things are dire now, and you two won't be able to pay the rent and your other bills. You'll have to leave the United States now. Believe me, this will be the fastest money you'll ever make."

"However..." she paused a bit. "However, he's something of an exhibitionist. He likes to be watched when he has sex with a woman. And not by just anyone. It has to be with her husband or boyfriend." The blonde woman pushed the card towards the other woman, glancing down as she did it. "I'm not sure if you can get away with hiring some guy to be your boyfriend, but... he occasionally gets women to do this. He seems successful. He seems to be able to sort of tell if the women he fucks and the guy who's watching are a couple or not. Anyway... it's good money," she said, a little hesitation in her voice.

 

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"The man? Oh, he's just an older man who's into this sorta kink. Just a guy," Elisa blushed.

Jackson stroked his cock. He was happy that he had installed webcams on the computer of each of his department's employees. Ostensibly for virtual meetings, they were to look down the breasts of his female employee's, particularly Sana. He hired her -- while she was competent as an engineer, he was enamored with her looks -- and wanted her. But she had a husband. Jackson thought it wouldn't matter, but he soon became resentful the he couldn't have her. Until now. He joined The Golden Club, an underground club for rich men who had the money to get what he wanted. Jackson wasn't exactly rich. But he had enough personal information on his former company's employers that it was just easier to buy him off and have him resign. He already got another job. He continued stroking his cock to Sana's beautiful clothed breasts on the webcam yet again. "God, I want you," he breathed, sliding his hand up and down his shaft. "I'm gonna make you watch your husband as I fuck you and give the roughest sex you'll ever have."

Elisa worked as the departmental secretary. The blonde was a little put off by Jackson's suggestion to get to know the other women in the department, but as Jackson reimbursed her for lunches, then given larger compensations, she asked few questions. She suggested to Sana how important it was to have a house, and a good car -- thus putting Sana and her husband in debt. Then Jackson told her more about The Golden Club. Elisa found the pay good as a "personal assistant" there, with a moderate indifference to the work.

Elisa's watch rang. "Sorry, I have to go. Contact the number on card. You and your husband can make an arrangement and show up at the club as guests."

 

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Jackson thought he'd let the couple stir a bit. Why were they here? Did she know? Did *he* know? Jackson had already received the pictures of Sana, and was quite pleased with seeing her lovely body. The couple seemed to be formally addressed, but not for this occasion. He loved seeing a woman properly dressed just so he could take her down -- ah, that was it. This was one of Sana's office outfits, and he oh so delighted in imagining what sort of awful wonderful things he would do to her dressed like that. He took a sip of his champagne.

"Some wine, sir?" asked one of the women. The waitress serving the husband, was clad in black, in a cocktail waitress' uniform. She was blonde and young, like the other women here. Her V-line showed off her pronounced breasts, and it was not unusual that the husband gazed a long look at her, desiring of the woman who was not his wife. Meanwhile, another, more conservatively dressed woman, served Sana, offering her a drink.

It was a bit unusual, the couple sat for fifteen minutes, with the third chair ostensibly empty. The room itself was quite large, almost engulfing the small couple. It was ornately designed, gold pillars holding up a vaulted ceiling. Red velvet furniture along the walls. Complex patterns weaving red and black upon the carpet. Red candles in golden candelabras. Little talk was made by them, and the husband soon became a little woozy. "Sir, let me help you," one of the prettier cocktail waitresses said, escorting him, a little too agreeable, out of the room. She lead him, her hips swaggering, upon too-high heels and black stocking legs.

It was soon time. Jackson made his way to the table, sitting in the unoccupied chair. "Hello, Sana," he said. "Do you know why you're here? I understand you have quite a need of money right now, and your husband has sent me pictures of you, in indiscreet positions, showing your lovely body. You are a very beautiful woman, Sana, and you should have more. I have a proposition for you. Your husband has a proposition for you. Become mine and you shall have everything. You shall have your residency. You shall have a job. You shall have a house. You shall have your car. I want you. I want your body. I want your husband to watch. And I believe that since you are still here, I think this is agreeable with you."

Jackson led the woman to a private room. The hallways in the corridor were brightly lit in golden yellow, with lacquered black doors, and the same spiraling complicated red-and-black weave carpet on the floor. "This is our room," said Jackson, turning the ornate door handle.

Inside was an opulent room of reds and black. And inside the room was Sana's husband, naked. Sana's husband sat gagged with a chastity belt on, upon on the bed. Was he here willingly? Did he have a say in this? "He should be recovering from the 'wine' we served him awhile ago," said Jackson, standing behind Sana. He was leaning close, his quiet breath upon her lithe neck. "He was quite willing to be led by our pretty waitress, don't you think?" Jackson smiled. "I think his eyes roam away from you. Even now, he glances at other women while you stand in front of him. Look at your husband. Weak. Useless. Incapable. Wouldn't you rather have the company of an older man, a successful man, who can give you what you really want? Your greatest desires? I know you have wants. Perhaps needs you won't admit that you must have." Jackson positioned himself behind Sana, his body touching hers, her curves fitting his muscular body. His warm breath met her neck, as he slowly touched her, his hands sliding across her waist, up towards her chest. His fingertips gently massaged her, his fingers feeling her warm firm breasts through the fabric. He slowly pulled her close to her, her beautiful curved bottom touching his heavy firm need. His lips gently grazed her ear, as his warm breath became hot and liquid.

The door shut behind them.