The Bunny and the Rabbit Hole (closed for brandijade)

[Homerun2611]

Alexander Jacobs had been chief editor at the Metropolis Post for ten years. Over those ten years, he had watched his investigative journalism staff shrink from over fifty to only ten today. The world had changed, he needed high profile salacious pieces that created clicks for their digital edition. One thing had become clear, sex and sandal sells, and he needed to find more of that, if he was going to keep this old paper afloat.

That had been the thinking when they had gone looking for their new, young reporter. They had interviewed many, but most were too tough, or too, well, slutty. He was going to have to find someone he could send undercover and who would be believable. It required a certain naivety, and innocence, housed in a smart young woman who would be able to write of her exploits after the fact, but could convince herself, that no matter what was asked, it was all part of being a good investigative journalist.

After each of the people interviewed her, Alex asked the same questions: Do you think she's smart? Does she seem innocent, even gullible? Do you think she can be seduced? Did you want to fuck her? His staff was a group of men ranging from 28 to 55, but each and everyone had agreed to yes on only one candidate!

This was not a place for "me too" wannabes, this was an old school culture that needed to find old school smut! Only this one girl, a graduate of a prestigious all women's northeast college, received enthusiastic support over all aspects. She was smart, sweet, innocent, yet, sexy, and oh, so fuckable! In fact, much of the post interview discussion was exactly what fantasies each employee had as it related to the young prospect. A discussion that the chief did his best to distinguish, even though he could barely blame them.

The candidate had gone through 9 separate interviews, and now was the day to offer her the job, and make sure she was up to the assignment that the editor had in mind.

 

[brandijade]

She was on her way to her ninth interview for the Metropolis Post. It was a dream come true, really. An actual investigative job for an actual newspaper. Nobody she knew of had ever landed a position like this. She wasn't sure she was going to land it, but she was going to try. Even if it meant the 45 minute train ride into the city, 9 times. She had just graduated from a very prestigious women's college, and had been sending out applications to every job anywhere near journalism, and her first response had been her dream job.

The interviews had not been what she expected. The men - they had all been men - leered at her. She knew most of the girls she had gone to school with would have walked out and #metoo-ed the paper in social media, but Sera found it flattering. She kept thinking she had blown the interview, getting flustered and nervous, but each time, they had reached out within a few days to schedule the next.

Each time, she had worn a slightly more revealing outfit, until today her breasts were about ready to pop out the deeply scooped neck of her blouse, and the skirt barely reached midthigh. She had a hard time thinking of herself as sexy. All through high school, she had been awkward and chubby, and her four years of college had kept her away from men, so she didn't really understand how beautiful she had become. In the abstract, she could see it, but she didn't feel it.

She was already a little breathless, nerves about the interview, about the cleavage, when she came into the offices. She already felt like she knew the place she had been here so much.

"I'm Sera Harris, to see Mr Jacobs," she said to the guy at the front desk.

 

[Homerun2611]

Ronald Joseph had been manning the main reception desk at the Metropolis Post for ten years, since the heyday, when it was one of the most respected and influential newspapers in the country. However, it like most of its peers, the Chicago Tribune, the Boston Herald, the Washington Post, were mere skeletons of their former selves. Somehow these dailies had to survive in the world of 24 hour news, and click bait journalism.

It had been sad, but he had somehow survived, and he had been expecting her. While never in the Know, Ronald spent enough time around the periphery, interrupting meetings to bring in drinks, overhearing things at the Keurig machine or water cooler, he had heard enough. This young woman, was the future, that is if there were to be any future at all.

Tall, forty five years old, and immaculately attired, if Ronald were not at the Post, he could have passed for a Gentleman's Gentleman, and for his boss, the one and only Alexander Jacobs, he was anything from his secretary to personal valet. As he sat at his desk he found himself eye to eye with Sera's ample breasts. He gave her a kind smile, "Of course you are, Mr. Jacobs has been expecting you." Pushing the button on the intercom, he announced Sera's arrival and let her to the large double doors of the CEO and Editor and Chief's office.

He opened and nodded to the great man, sitting behind his desk. "Sir, Ms. Harris." He pointed in the direction of the two large chairs facing the desk, and then quietly left closing the doors behind him. Alexander Jacobs, closed the manila folder he had been looking at. Inside had been a series of photos of the applicant. At each interview, subtle hints had been given Ms. Harris regarding attire, and the evolution of her increasingly less and sexier clothing was clear evidence of her desire to succeed.

It had been a test, the last test would happen now, her ability and willingness to conform real time. Alex Jacobs sat there in his office behind his power desk. The the desk itself was 84 inches by 48 inches of dark, rich mahogony. If Sera had laid down on the desk, stretching her hands as high as they could go, and her legs and toes as far at they could go, she would still not reach either end. The wood, the decorating were all signs of the past success, of the man she was now meeting with.

"Good to have you hear Sera, I know it has been a long process." He stood up, and walked around the desk, "Please stay seated?" And he took a seat next to her, now facing each other. He allowed himself to gaze at her, and here was the test, "You look lovely, very professional, except, my dear, I think that sweater is intended to be worn ..." He frowned looking at her young bosom, and then reached forward and undid the top button. "There, perfect, you look far more comfortable and so professional... now shall we discuss the offer, and your first assignment?"

There it was, if she took it in stride, understanding that this was all completely normal, which it clearly wasn't, then she was the woman they had hoped, a woman who could fulfill the task she was to be given. it was all on her, and if she responded favorably, she was about to be given an offer, she couldn't refuse!

 

[brandijade]

Mr Joseph, the guy at the front desk, had seen her all eight times she had been here previously. There was something almost robotic about him. There was never any hint of recognition in his eyes when he saw her. Or maybe she just didn't see it. He was older, and if he was not particularly handsome, there was an elegance and grace that was intriguing. She wondered why a man old enough to be her father, who seemed so effortlessly competent, was working at the front desk. It was easy to imagine him in any number of positions.

It was not easy to imagine getting him to tell his story, however. She got the feeling he'd rather cut off his finger than share anything so personal with anyone. As he had before, he rose to lead her to her next interview. This time it was to the big doors all the way at the back of the office. The chief editor. It didn't go any higher than this. She was all butterflies, and as she walked through the office, she kept her eyes straight ahead, doing some imagined deep breathing exercise to try to stay calm without much success.

The door opened, and Mr Jacobs was there, still a distance away behind his desk. All her deep breathing went out the window when she saw him, and she nearly gasped. He was possibly the most handsome man she'd ever seen in person. Older, yes, but his grey hair and the lines on his face just added a sexy authority to his perfect features. She bit her lip, and almost missed his command. Sit. She stumbled forward and sat in the chair facing him as he watched her. The desk was bigger than her bed. She imagined his bed, and squirmed nervously, blushing.

"Thank you, Mr Jac...." she started to say, but then he stood, and began making his way around the desk. There was an economy to his movements that made her think of a prowling cat, and made her feel very much the mouse, helpless. She was frozen. Not that she wanted to run. Just the opposite. Her heart was pounding. He sat, he seemed to take a moment to look her over, and she found herself sitting up a little straighter, leaning towards him just a bit.

Then he reached out, as casual as anything, and undid one of the buttons on her sweater. She gasped, making her chest push out, and blushed harder than she had been before. The lace trim of her pale pink bra was clearly showing, and she knew that wasn't how the sweater was meant to be worn. He knew it, too. It had to be a test.

Each interviewer had complimented her on her clothes, and hinted that she could show a little more skin, and at each interview, she had shown a bit more. Now she was at the final interview, this was just the next stage of that process. Would she go along, or would she throw a fit? But what he said made it all irrelevant.

"D did you s say first assignment?" she stammered. "You mean, I've got the job?"

She stared at him, wide-eyed, lips parted. She was breathing hard, her breasts heaving, nearly falling out of her top.

"Yes," she said. "Yes, let's talk about the assignment!"

 

[Homerun2611]

Alexander Jacobs laughed, she had passed the test, aced it honestly, and now sitting forward, her young breasts heaving and barely staying within the low cut, lacy cups of her bra, he was able to truly appreciate what a spectacular beauty this young woman was. He was attracted, although he tried hard to dismiss it. But he was a man of voracious sexual appetites, and the thought of enjoying her young body, splayed across his massive desk, was so delicious it was making his mouth water!

He somewhat successfully pushed those thoughts to the side. "Well, we will talk about the assignment, but how about the offer first?" He knew he could have offered her anything, she clearly wanted the job, but he wanted to be fair. "Sera, I'm offering you a position as an investigative journalist. You prove yourself, and you can get your own byline." This is old school jargon, and in the day, would have been unheard of. Today, anyone can have a blog, but to have a named column, under our brand, well it still meant something, at least to Alexander.

"$65,000 per year, three weeks vacation, full benefits." He would pay her a bonus if there were profits, but it had been so long since there were any, he no longer mentioned the perk. He tried to not let his eyes go there, but her fulsome tits were staring right at him, close enough to touch, mouth wateringly full and luscious. And so, in an effort to organize his thoughts he let his eyes linger and enjoy, even as he felt his cock hardening, within the paints of his tailored suit.

There were a few questions he considered asking, was she a virgin? Probably not, not with that body, what were the odds? Did she like sucking cock? At a minimum, that would probably be necessary, while going undercover. Had she ever been with more than one man? How about women? He refrained from that as well.

"We've been doing some preliminary research into sex clubs, and how some of the leading citizens of Metropolis are involved: politicians, judges, organized crime. We want to get to the bottom of it, expose what is really happening, and, well, we are struggling with infiltrating the inner circle..."

He too a deep sigh, and let his eyes now focus on Sera's, "Have you ever heard of a sex club? This is your big opportunity. We want you to go under cover!" There was more to say, ways she might infiltrate, but first he started with simply articulating the challenge.

 

[brandijade]

When he laughed, Sera blushed. Was she too eager? Had she made a mistake. Her hand went to cover herself instinctively, but she stopped, her fingers touching the soft skin of her breast as he leered at her. Yes, she knew what he had done was way over the line. She could imagine sitting around with her girls from school, talking about it, and their outrage. Male chauvinist pig, #metoo, dirty old man. He deserved it all, but somehow, it was ok. She'd never been around a man like him, and it excited her to feel his eyes on her.

He wanted her. That was what it meant, she thought. She couldn't imagine any other reason he'd have undone the button on her sweater. She was inexperienced enough with men that even that felt like a guess. She was pretty sure, but she'd never had that happen to her before. She was blushing, but it was from excitement. Her heart was racing as he described the offer.

"That's... Wow... I accept," she said breathlessly. Since she had been paying attention to the jobs people got out of school, it seemed like there were two types. There were the follow-your-passion jobs, where you took an unpaid internship for a year or four to do the work your heart called you to. There were the crush-your-soul-for-security jobs at corporations where you made decent money at the expense of all joy in life. But here she was, being offered real money for the job she'd always dreamed of. She stared at Mr Jacobs with teh smile of someone who can't quite believe this was real.

Then he started talking about the assignment, and her eyes opened wide. Her lips formed a perfect O as he talked about sex clubs with all the city's most powerful people involved. It was the kind of scandal that would change the shape of power in the city for generations, if it could be proven. If it was everything he seemed to think it was, it would be second only to Watergate.

"You want me to...."

She gasped, and blushed fiercely. Infiltrating the inner circle. Going under cover. Was that why he had unbuttoned her sweater, to see if she would object? To see if she was the kind of girl who would go under cover at a sex club.

"I... I don't know," she stammered, lowering her eyes demurely. Then she realized it would sound like she was turning the assignment down. "It isn't that I don't want to! I do! I just... I think you should know... um... I don't have much experience... I mean... any, really. With... um... sex."

"I hope that doesn't change your mind, but I can't accept without you knowing I may be... seriously underqualified for the assignment." She bit her lip, looking at him, hopefully.

 

[Homerun2611]

Even without his asking, Sera had answered. He was a bit incredulous, how possibly with a body like that, could she be a vir..., maybe even less than a virgin. She had started simply enough. "You want me to...." He smiled, pleased she understood. "Yes, infiltrate the inner workings of these sex clubs, find out where the high profile officials and executives are, and find out what is going on EXACTLY!"

He hoped no further picture needed painting, going undercover, getting close to the most influential people was going to take real talent, some of which God had simply blessed her with in that body, and skills, which he hoped she either already had, or was smart and adept enough to learn!

It really was a huge opportunity, this story would rock the city, if not the country, and here he was, handing it to her on a silver platter. And then, his hopes were dashed, "It isn't that I don't want to! I do! I just... I think you should know... um... I don't have much experience... I mean... any, really. With... um... sex."

"What?" Alexander shook his head in disbelief. "You mean you're a virgin? Or truly any... I mean ... no... or ... perhaps ..." He moved his hands in various ways, vaguely mimicking a caress, a fondling of breasts and licked his lips, suggesting oral?

This was a dilemma, could he ethically, put her in such a compromising situation with no knowledge? But how? Perhaps a surrogate? No that was dangerous and he couldn't take the risk of the headlines against his own, prized paper.

Maybe one of the staff, but again he knew that wouldn't work. It had been years since he had directly trained a cub reporter, but if she were going to do this, he knew he could teach her what she needed to know, and do things that took away some trepidation she might feel, the pleasure of being touched and aroused! He was experienced, he had been with and pleasured many women. He was perhaps the most eligible bachelor in town.

NO, he shook his head, he couldn't do that, not unless she asked, and even then. "Hmmm, well I don't know, this is a big assignment, and if you are going to do it, you have to be able to go undercover and get the information you will need. We can help you get introduced, but after that you will be largely on your own. You won't even be able to wear a wire!"

The other side, he was desperate, he needed a big story fast, and they had spent nearly a month, determining that Sera was the right girl, he didn't want to start over. "I guess it is up to you, I can't make this decision for you. It is a huge opportunity, but you need to be committed? Are you Sera?"

 

[brandijade]

Sera blushed at his astonishment, and nodded, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. She shook her head at the gestures that he made, asking her without asking if she'd done some things and not others.

"I wasn't very pretty in high school, and I've never been around men since," she finally mumbled. "I've never even kissed anyone."

She looked up at him, her lip trembling. Ever since he first told her the assignment was to be a sex club her mind had been spinning. Part of it was the fantasy of winning a Pulitzer, or bringing down deep rooted corruption at the highest levels. That was what she had wanted when she majored in journalism, in an academic environment that considered it as useful as studying dead languages. At the same time, the idea of a sex club filled her mind with other fantasies. Her body with other bodies. She was more than ready. Her virginity, far from being a treasure, was something of an embarrassment to her at this point. Her friends had mostly found ways to get with guys while they were in school, but Sera had been too shy. Now, she was about ready to give herself to the first man who asked, just to get it over with.

"I am committed," she said, finally. "I'll do whatever it takes to get the story."

There was an unmistakable heat in her eyes when she looked up at him that told him she knew what she was committing to, and that she meant it. She held his eyes for a moment and then shrugged, looking away demurely.

"Thank you," she whispered. "This opportunity is a dream come true, and I promise you won't regret it."

 

[Homerun2611]

“Not very pretty?” He held out his hands, cupping them, as he looked at her bodacious breasts, “What about those? You must have had those?” And then he curved his hands in an act, referencing her perfect heart shaped ass, “And that, what about that?” He shook his head, ”I’m not sure I understand the boys at your school, I will tell you, I would have fucked you …”. He caught himself, “I’m sorry, but Jesus I would have loved to fuck you!” This was fruitless.

He really had no other choice, it was her or nothing and nothing might shut down the paper. “Committed huh?…”. He thought, “Okay, a couple of things, if you suck a man’s cock, make sure you swallow, men like it when you swallow. If you play with his balls, maybe tease his asshole, all the better!”

He thought a bit more, “And, even if you don’t cum when a man eats you, fingers you, fucks you, fake it! Men like it when their women cum. Have you ever faked an orgasm?” He knew the answer. “Miss Reynolds, in HR, as her, she can teach you how to fake it, she has faked many.”

That was it, except, “Bill Robinson will take you to the party, but you two will be separated and then your on your own. You have an expense account, you need to go buy some sexy thing, go to Leather and Lace down the block, oh and buy a trench coat, you will need to show up in a trench coat, once inside they will take it away, and you will be on your own.”

That was it, he stood, up, “Bill will pick you up at your house at 8 PM, I hope you’re ready for this?” He held out his hand, “Good luck!” Suddenly the same man who had let her in was guiding her out, she was headed to see Miss Reynolds’s in HR, sign her papers, and ask any questions!

 

[brandijade]

Sera blushed furiously as Mr Jacobs asked her about her tits and her ass, and she just shook her head.

"I was chubby in high school," she mumbled, unable to look him in the eye. At the same time, though, his obvious excitement made her whole body hot. She felt feverish, and she stopped breathing when he said he would have fucked her. Her mouth opened and closed without making any sound a few times.

And what he said next shocked her even more. If she sucked a cock. Would she? She was going to be infiltrating a sex club, it seemed likely. Swallow. She nodded. Swallow. Balls. Asshole. She was going to faint.

She took a deep breath, and her head cleared. At least, she wasn't going to pass out. He was telling her to fake orgasms. Just the thought of a man fingering her made her quiver.

"I don't think I'll have to fake it," she whispered. She nodded mutely at his final instructions, and finally stood to leave. Her legs were like jelly. She would be going to the party tonight. Bill would pick her up at 8. She nodded breathlessly, and then she wobbled out of the office. She went to Miss Reynolds to get her expense account, but was too shy to ask about faking an orgasm.

She went shopping. She could hardly believe the outfits that the store carried, but she found one that she thought would attract the right kind of attention. It was a simple black dress. It was so short that it barely covered her ass, and the top was low cut enough to bare her breasts almost to the nipple, but that hardly mattered. The dress was completely sheer. Nothing would be left to the imagination. She bought a pair of black heels, and a scarlet g string to wear under it.

At 8, she was waiting nervously for Bill to pick her up. She had done her make up and hair to look as glamorous and sophisticated as possible, and wore her new outfit under her trench coat, hoping she had chosen well.

 

[Homerun2611]

"I was chubby in high school," Alex Jacobs looked at her, "Perhaps, yet ... It's just that ..." He didn't even try to hide how is eyes were raking over her body. Her proportions were practically perfect, and as he inhaled he smelled the musk, the poor girl had to be dripping wet! Well, why shouldn't she be, for he was stallion hard! Having smelled how she was clearly in heat, when she said she wouldn't have to fake it, as sincerely and innocently as that statement could possibly be delivered, he laughed out loud, nearly doubling over, "No, my dear, I have a feeling you may not have to either.

When Sera went to the Leather and Lace shop, and was about to pay, the extremely attractive woman, Rebecca Day, who was assisting her, saw it was a new card, from the Metropolis Post, she knew she had to make sure this was allowed. While she knew Mr. Jacobs personally, for he had his own account here that he often treated various women with whom he was involved, she was always notified prior to their arrival. She excused herself and went to the back and called Carolyn Reynolds, in the Post's HR group. "Oh yes, absolutely, anything she needs. I do hope it is appropriately slutty?" She was assured that it most surely was. "Oh, and please encourage her to get some toys, a vibrator, perhaps an anal plug or two, ohh, one with a tail, like a pony, okay? All of this is relevant to her assignment."
The woman came back she made the suggestions, and sent Sera on her way. Little did they know they would see each other again that same night, as they would be attending the same party.

Bill Robinson was also excited for the evening. He had been researching this for quite a while, but had, had no success so far. Sera might be his ticket in as well. He just wanted in the room, but being a male was an invite only process, unless you brought an attractive woman to the party for the other's enjoyment. From that point forward, they would be separated, but Bill would already be in. Bill had gone to Mr. Jacob's office after Sera left. "Oh this will be good Sir, Ms. Harris will likely be able to get into the very back rooms, while I am likely to only be in the first room, but who knows what I might discover as well?" He had tried to be so sincere, but Alex Jacobs just laughed. "Bill, I know you are simply dying to get fucked, it's okay, but try to look after Sera as best you can?"

Bill had rented a Porsche 911 convertible for this assignment, they would have valet parking at the event, and he knew that they had to set the right tone. Bill was 35, but handsome, and single, other than this current affiliation with Sera. He got out, and opened her door, using his hand on her waist and holding her hand to slide down into the expensive sports car. As she slid in, the trench coat opened and he could see quite a bit up her gorgeous legs, she was obviously wearing a very short skirt.

Once back in the car, he formally introduced himself. "I'm Bill Rogers, and I know this is an odd way to meet, I am nervous too." He extended his hand, shaking, and then he turned and pulled a small shopping bag from the small back seat. From within, he pulled out a mask, He showed her his as well, so she would be able to recognize him, should she need to. "We need to keep these on at all times, they will take a picture of you in the mask, and that is your ID to get in going forward."

He made sure she understood, "Okay, when we get there, we will use the valet, I will escort you up to the Metropolitan Club, only then, do you remove your coat. I think we will be separated at that point, and you will be on your own." He handed her a burner phone. "This phone has the number of the Posts private line, but it is untraceable, and the emergency button is for the police. My number is the third one. You will keep your phone here in the car, and you will check that one with your coat, otherwise, they will figure out who you are. Lastly, you need to come up with your club name?"

He chuckled, "I am Stallion, I like that one." It was not entirely accurate, but Bill had a nice body, and slightly larger than average cock, but he hoped it might entice some women to let him give them a try. "From what I understand, you can choose anything, Destiny, Jasmine, Whiskey, Brandy, your choice, but you won't be able to change it." They were nearing the club, but still had a few minutes. "I know it's a lot, any questions?"

 

[brandijade]

When she left Mr Jacob's office, she was breathless and jelly legged with excitement, not just over the job, but the assignment. Deep down, she knew there was something horribly wrong with the situation. She was less a reporter than bait. But she would show that she had what it took to be both. And the fact that he was giving her advice on faking orgasms could only mean one thing. Her long, lonely years of sexual frustration were going to end.

When she bought her outfit, a beautiful salesgirl called the office to make sure the expense account was ok. Sera overheard her saying the outfit was slutty, and couldn't help blushing. Then the girl came back with a horsetail. It was the same medium brown with dirty blonde highlights as Sera's hair, and when the girl showed her what was on the end, she gasped. The girl put a couple of dildos down on the counter as well, and a bottle of lube.

Once the girl was sure Sera knew what everything was, she helped her pick from the assortment of dildos. She chose a modest one, a purple shade she liked, seven inches long and smooth, not sculpted to resemble a cock, with no extra bits. She could always come back, if she felt the need for more. Apparently, it was something she could put on her expense account. She also got a small egg with a bluetooth receiver that she could link to her phone and anyone with her number and the right code could send a text and turn her on from anywhere in the world.

By the time Bill came to pick her up, she was hornier than she had ever been. He was a handsome guy, younger than Jabobs, but a good ten or fifteen years older than she was. He helped her into the car, and of course her trench coat fell away from her legs, and when she saw him look, it was all she could do not to spread them, to show off her skimpy little dress and the bright, eyecatching g string. But he wasn't the assignment.

He introduced himself, and was actually able to put her a little at ease. When she had put her mask on and they were driving, she nervously reached into the pocket of her coat. She pulled the buttplug with the hair attached out and showed it to him.

"Uh... the girl at the store said I should get this," she said, her voice barely a whisper she was so nervous. "Do you think I should wear it now? I wasn't really sure."

 

[Homerun2611]

As he drove along, Bill had not been able to forget the flash of her legs as she had gotten in the car, and as they drove along, talking, her coat again began to spread open, as gravity, did Bill a solid! It was odd, the things that went through your mind as you headed to an event like this. The expectation was a wanton experience, some sort of macabre sexual fantasy, but it was also terrifying and intimidating.

He was trying to comfort, as he put her hand on her leg, but he over reached, and instead his fingers pressed against her bare, not fully disclosed, but toned and alluring thigh. He only gave it a small squeeze, "You are going to be fine, I think they will love you, just try to stay in, and if possible, enjoy the moment!"

They were going to be partners, and they needed to trust each other, and when Sera reached into her pocket and pulled out the pony tail, he was both surprised and pleased. "Oh yes, that was very smart, did Mr. Jacobs suggest that?" He lowered his voice, as if someone might overhear. "I have heard he enjoys pet play quite a bit!"

However he hadn't answered the question. "Bringing that was a good idea, but those are expressly for Pet Play nights, when the girls must walk on all fours throughout the party, until the men choose the mares they want to sire and mount. My understanding is you will be pet, fed sugar, drink from troughs and bowls, but those are only certain nights, and you will be told ahead of time."

Bill had a different question, "Did you get any plugs that didn't have a tail? Those are for normal play, but it is important to know, that is how the women signal they are available for anal play. Men don't always ask, but my understanding is most use that as a guide. Particularly when two or more men want to share a woman."

Bill looked into her eyes, "You will need to decide, but I think, once your ready, that will increase your chances of getting asked to the back rooms, where they most powerful members play. But since this is your first night, you might want to take it slower?"

Finally they got to the club, and the valet opened the door for Sera, extending his hand, and also watching the movement of her coat as she turned and extended her gorgeous legs before being assisted up onto her heels. Bill came around, and put his arm around her back. Whispering, "Remember to get inside we have to be a couple."
More accurately, for him to get in they had to be a couple, but that was the job.

They took the private elevator directly to the top, the room was dark mahogany wood, all lighting was from candles, but once in, they would see the main room was all floor to ceiling windows with an amazing view of the city. Bill escorted Sera to the cloak room, where they also checked in. "I am Stallion, and this is my partner ..." Bill waited for Sera to give her own "stage name". As they spoke, a man suddenly appeared behind them, "May I help the Mistress with her coat?"

Bill could hardly wait to see, but he did his best to suppress his exuberence. However, once unveiled, it was even better than he had imagined. He was instantly rock hard! Their pictures were taken in the masks and recorded in the system for future entrance, and then the host pointed them towards the double doors leading to the main room. From this point on, Bill would be as clueless as Sera, but inside the room was filled with beautiful women, and very well dressed men, all in masks.

Little did they know, this was only about 2/3 of the men, the others were in a series of two smaller staging areas behind, which served as the center for a series of stages and private rooms. They were only inside a moment, when suddenly Rebecca Day, still in the dress from earlier, but no wearing a mas, came up beside them. She spoke to Sera, "Let me take her, the line-up will be taking place soon....you can mingle with some of the other men, examine the women."

Bill, only had a moment and leaned into Sera, "You will do fine here, these women are beautiful but none moreso than you." With a wink she was gone, and as they walked away, Bill watched as a man moved up beside Sera, slipping a hand to her barely covered ass, as if he was examining the merchandise!

 

[brandijade]

Sera froze when Bill's fingers fell on her thigh. For a moment, she wondered if he was going to reach higher, to touch her pussy right there in the car, to see if she was aroused, maybe, or just to tease her for his own pleasure. But he didn't. He just told her to try to enjoy the moment.

"Yes," she said, when he asked about the tail. "At least, Mr Jacobs called the woman at the store and she suggested it. She didn't say anything about getting more than one. Maybe next time?"

His description of Pet Play Night made her shiver. It sounded degrading, but at the same time, exciting. Again, her pussy flexed, and she felt like she was on the verge of cumming, just with the anticipation of what lay ahead. She was almost panting, imagining what she was about to walk into, and everything Bill told her just made her heart pound that much harder.

Then they were there, and the valet helped her out of the low car. She noticed his eyes dropping to her thighs as she got out, and she smiled at him. Then Bill was there, arm around her, leading her in, whispering his last instructions.

"Remember, to get inside, we have to be a couple," he said. But that wasn't really true, was it? For him to get inside, they had to be a couple, but she didn't need him. She fixed the mask on her face, and then a man offered to take her coat. She undid the belt and let him help her out of it. Her lush figure was displayed, effectively naked, the black dress little more than a shadow over her torso, the scarlet g string just covering her mound and little else. She turned to Bill, saw him staring, and then her eyes dropped to the tent in his pants and she grinned.

"Your name?" the man at the desk prompted her, and she hesitated. Did she want to seem classy? Easy? Tempting? And what would convey whatever persona she wished to adopt? She had thought of a thousand names since she had been told she'd need one, and now she was drawing a blank. She was starting to draw attention, and she was choking. Then she remembered something a professor had said about winning trust. The truth makes the best lie.

"Cherry," she said. She blushed, but the name was accepted, and her ID was made.

Then Rebecca was there, without a mask on, she noticed, and she was leading her away from Bill. Sera - Cherry - wasn't sure what to do, so she followed. A moment later, she felt a hand on her ass and she let out a little squeal of surprise. She froze in place, and then looked over her shoulder to see who it was.

 

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William Broadhurst, was the head of the Metropolis, Art Museum, and Public Library System. He was a man known for his discriminate tastes, and impeccable organization, and so, it was logical that he was given one of the most important roles within the club hierarchy, and was the source of his own nickname, "The Curator". He was the only member of the club allowed to keep his phone with him, within the clubs various rooms, as he took pictures, and kept notes on every woman who entered, and even some members.

Rebecca was not surprised that he had immediately come to their side as soon as she had separated, Sera/Cherry from her original escort. She would not see him again until the end of the night, or more likely early the next morning when he would be summoned to take her home. Rebecca was nervous though, she had broken a cardinal rule, never to be seen within the rooms absent her mask, and the Curator, took note. "Vixen .." Rebecca's play name, "...please mask yourself at once!" The woman cast her eyes down, and took the mask she had held her in hand, and put it on. "I am sorry Curator, it was just, I thought it would help our new guest be more comfortable."

He nodded, and was still not pleased, however, the fact that Vixen knew her, gave her instant credibility as Vixen was one of the most sought after and enjoyed of any of the ladies. "Very well, but never again." It was more than a command, it was a threat, a threat that the woman took seriously. He turned his attention, back to the new guest. Since first placing it there, his hand had not moved away from her ass, although originally he had gripped her ass cheek through the thin, largely transparent, fabric, he had subsequently slipped his hand underneath, gripping the flesh of each ass cheek, and slipping his fingertips within her crack, lightly teasing her tight, soft pink pucker.
He was building a file. "So who do we have here, which of your friends has graced our club with her beauty?"

Although the question was arguably directed to Vixen, he hoped the woman would introduce herself. He had taken note, firm ass, pair shaped, just enough flesh to be enjoyable, but gorgeous to the eye. She was curvy, but would appeal to both ass men, and men who liked their women more model like and athletic. No anal plug, so either she didn't know the convention, or was not yet willing to advertise her enjoyment of anal pleasure.
He had been looking at Cherry in the eyes, and he had smiled when told the name, for she was sweet, delicious, a delight to all the senses, in other words, CHERRY! He now moved behind her, as Vixen whispered, "The Curator's assessment is very important!"

The Curator ran the hand that had not yet touched her, up her left side, running along her hips, waist, ribs, before cupping her large breast! As he did, he slid the hand that had been softly squeezing and testing her as, up her bare skin and then slipped his fingers down inside the string like waistband of her scarlet thong. Normally he might take longer, enjoy a bit more himself, but it was nearly near line-up, and he needed to make decisions. His hand open palm and fingers, slid down and brushed the flesh of Cherry's hip and flat lower tummy, until he was cupping her mound.

He was evaluating several aspects, her firmness, her acquiescence, and her grooming, all would be filed in his report. He was massaging her large, bountiful breast, while his fingers slid down the slickly red triangle, massaging her soft nether lips, and spreading them. Was she wet? If so, how wet? The wetter the better for this purpose and her initial placement. Of course initial arousal was only one aspect, the next was to massage her clit, and see the response, her juices, her body.

He made mental note, and then the hand that had been massaging her breast, began to roll her nipple, again evaluating, and lastly giving it a hard pinch, and holding it. His precision was impeccable, each stimulus calculated, each response of young Cherry, recorded. He was tempted to insert his fingers, guage her tightness, but that could come later. He knew where she should begin. She would immediately be promoted out of the first room, the meeting room, and moved into the second room. Early on, this was as high as a woman could get, and Cherry, unknowingly had passed with flying colors.

"Vixen, please escort our new guest to the library and show her where to go? Commander is waiting for you in the study, so please be quick, he doesn't like to wait, as you know!" Vixen was suddenly beaming, for she knew what the library meant, in terms of Cherry's initial evaluation. But she was also thrilled to hear the Commander was on premises tonight. She loved their sessions, his ability to bring out and intensify her darkest kinks!
The Curator removed his hands, giving her mound a final, playful pat, and then looking Cherry in the eye. "Welcome again, it was a pleasure meeting you, I will be around later, but I hope you enjoy your night!" The Curator was always impeccably mannered.

As Vixen slid her arm around Sera/Cherry, she began to guide her to the large set of double doors at the opposite side of the room. "You did very well!" She reassured her. Bill had been watching from afar, and as he watched Vixen guide his colleague into the next room, he smiled, she had done it, whatever it might mean. He turned to focus now on his own entertainment and research.

The first room had been huge, very little furniture, small high top tables for drinks, a few chairs scattered around the perimeter, and a few chaise lounges. The room Vixen now guided Sera/Cherry into was smaller, maybe half the size, and as the name suggested, had floor to ceiling racks of books, mostly leather bound first editions. It also had several clusters of overstuffed, leather chairs, usually designed in large semi circles, allowing anywhere from a group of four to as many as 16 to sit comfortably.

Also to the right there was a small landing, as stage if you would, where Vixen pointed to about twenty women already standing in a line. There posture was perfect, some were partially clothed like Sera/Cherry, others completely naked. There were different body types and races, a flavor for every type of taste, but all stunning in there own way.
"Watch?" Vixen said, as different men, most sitting down, already smoking cigars, and/or drinking brandy, scotch or some exotic wine, would sit and motion to one girl or another.

The girl would nod, often smiling, as it was clear some were quite familiar with their requestor. But the behavior was always the same. Over the woman would come and stand before the man. Most of the men were engaged in some sort of conversation with other members, but eventually would look at the woman. Some would ask them to turn around, some leaned forward to touch, others would motion for the woman to lean before them. It would not be long until they were in some way, touching the woman sexually, or signaling for the woman to undo their pants, to fondle or suck on their cocks.

Each dynamic was unique, and in this room, all interaction was 1x1. "Do you think you know what to do?" Vixen asked. And once Cherry answered, and any necessary follow up was addressed, she told Cherry to to and take her place on the platform. Fortunately it was only about a minute before a man, who she would later learn went by the name Tomahawk, signaled for the young reporter to join him!

 

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Sera recognized the man at once, though she was so flustered and excited that she couldn't place him right away. The way he casually fondled her ass as he spoke to Rebecca - Vixen, he called her - was calm, but stern. And the way Vixen responded, Sera knew this was a man of real power. And his fingers were pressing between her asscheeks, teasing her asshole through the skimpy string. She wondered if he would have reacted differently if he had found a plug there, but she could barely stand the sensation as it was. Nothing had ever prepared her for the urges that were flooding her mind at his touch, and when he finally turned to her, spoke, if not to her, then at least about her, she felt her whole body shiver.

"I'm Ser... I mean, Cherry," she blurted out, breathlessly, before Vixen could introduce her. "It's an honor to meet you."

He didn't reply, but moved behind her, and Vixen told her his name - The Curator. It seemed fitting, like there was something she should be remembering, but she couldn't think, because he was moving his hand up her body to touch her breast. His other hand left her ass to slide her dress up to her waist, and she clenched her fists at her side. She wanted to run away, but she wanted to fall on her knees even more. She wanted this man to take her, kiss her, ravage her, right there, and her hips swayed, pleading.

His hand covered her mound and she shuddered, her hips grinding in uncontrolled arousal. She sobbed with pleasure as he massaged her breast, gasping, arching her body to offer herself to him completely. There was no mistaking her excitement, and to a man like the Curator, equally plain was her inexperience. She was acting the perfect wanton because all of this was new to her. He couldn't possibly know how new, but when his fingers probed her pussy, he found her sopping wet.

She tossed her head, gasping as he twisted her nipple, and when he touched her clit she gave a yelp that turned heads across the room, and fell back against him, unable to hold herself up. And then he stopped. His hands left her body, and she turned to look at him, panting, her eyes wide and glassy with desire, primed and ready for anyone. He was speaking to Vixen again, and she barely understood, and then he patted her pussy again. This time it was Vixen who kept her from collapsing on the floor.

"Thank you, Mister Curator, Sir," she mumbled, bowing her head. Then, because he had mentioned it and because she so very badly wanted his hands on her. "I hope to see you again, later."

Vixen led her away, into a smaller room. It had an old world university library feel, except the men were mostly older and better dressed than you would find at an Oxford or Cambridge, and the girls were naked, or close to it. At first, she was too overwhelmed to make sense of things. The curator's touch had her aroused beyond anything she had dreamed of, and added to that were men fingering and fondling women all around her. Some even had their cocks out, in a beautiful woman's hand or mouth. She was instantly jealous of every woman there that was being touched, or allowed to touch.

Vixen directed her attention to the women waiting. She was impatient to see her commander, and Sera took a deep breath, pulled herself together as much as she could.

"Wait there, wait for someone to call me over," she said.

Vixen smiled, and gestured for her to go stand on the low stage. Cherry did, and Vixen quickly made her way out, leaving the virgin alone. She climbed up, and stood near the edge of the stage, not wanting to upset any of the other girls by trying to take a better spot. Still, anyone watching her for more than a few seconds could see she was breathing as though she had run up the stairs from the ground floor. They could see her eyes wide, distant, and her lips parted as she panted. They could see her hands fidgeting at her side, the sexual energy pouring off of her.

Tomahawk saw, and he beckoned her over. She nearly fell off the stage as she went to him, only realizing it was there at the last moment, and hopping down. She wobbled unsteadily on her heels and stopped herself only at the last second before crashing into him.

"Hi," she said, breathlessly. "I'm Cherry. It's, um, my first time here."

 

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She was nervous but excited, the Curator liked that. They were not interested in having pros, but women drawn like moths to the flame of their particular inferno. He was a serious man, but he could not smile at how not only her words trembled, but her body reflexively pushed back into his hand as he "examined" her! He only nodded in the moment, along with the smile, confirming he had heard the name, and approved!

There were always on the look out for unwanted infiltrators: police, FBI, reporters, but they were always over trained, unreasonably cool, and virtually never aroused. Sera/Cherry, was nervous, excited, and as aroused as any woman he had ever evaluated. He had braced and supported her, as she arched, and sighed, wiggled and became wetter and wetter.

There was a moment when he became aroused as well, that was unusual, and as tempted as he was to penetrate and enjoy her further, but that was not his task, his role, and his initial qualification was complete. Yet her final words, created a visceral response, "I hope to see you again, later." About to walk away he stopped, and truly scanned her up and down. "Perhaps you will, I think I would enjoy that immensely." As he walked away, he looked down at his coated fingers, and then brought them to his lips, slipping the two fingers inside that had massaged her. "Very tasty!"

Unbeknownst to Sera, the Curator had followed, a few moments later into the library, and watched as Sera stepped on stage, and was requested, almost immediately, by Tomahawk. He smiled as she nearly fell from the stage, but as she moved and stood in front of Tomahawk, he could also see her excitement. He kept watch, continuing to document her profile.

Tomahawk was a long term member, but when he looked up, he saw a new face, a very pretty girl, with an even better body. However, he like many of the others, was drinking, smoking cigars, and talking with other members. He watched Cherry stumble and move toward him. He had been conducting a discussion with two other members, the subject, crypto currency, why people were speculating and the proliferation of different varieties, but suddenly she was there.

He smiled at her introduction, "You're new? I would have never guessed!" He was smiling. He thought a moment more, "None of these men have enjoyed you before?" Even as he uttered the words, he felt his arousal growing. "I guess it is up to me then to make this first night a good one." He took his open hand and as she stood there standing straight in her heels, he ran his hand up the inside of her right leg, watching her eyes, as he slid his hand up, all the way up.

He watched her reactions as he used his thumb and the side of his hand to massage the silky, damp triangle of the scarlet g-string. "Very nice!" and then he moved his fingers down, so that he could push her panties to the side. He slipped a finger up inside her soft wet lips, teasing them up and down, doing small circles to massage her clit. He pushed his index finger up inside, gently sawing it in and out, and then adjusting his hand so that he could simultaneously work her clit!

"My God, you're tight!" He said smiling, not even sure a second finger could fit. He sawed, in and out, in and out, running his other hand, up the outside of her thigh, and up inside her dress, to help hold her in place and support her. "I think it's time to get more comfortable..." He said, and taking his hand from her pussy, he curled his fingers around the waistband of her panties. "I think it is time we take these off, don't you?" And while others looked on from the seats and sofas around them, most particular the Curator. Tomahawk began to slide her panties down her toned legs, looking up to see make sure she was enjoying all he was doing?

 

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The man who had summoned her seemed younger than the Curator, and was talking to two other men as she approached. Whatever they were talking about, they stopped when she introduced herself, and there was a hint of amusement in his smile. A hint of condescension in his tone that would have annoyed her if she weren't so unbelievably horny. He didn't bother introducing himself, but simply asked for confirmation that she was untouched.

Her mind flashed back to the image of the Curator sucking her juices from his fingers and pronouncing her "Very Tasty." That wasn't what this new man had meant, however. She was sure of that.

"No Sir," she whispered. "None of them has enjoyed me." She was operating on instinct alone, but she felt right answering the question he had asked, and not revealing that she was actually a virgin, that nobody had enjoyed so much as a kiss from her, ever. She had seen the way some men reacted, with awe and arousal, yes, but also a sort of fear, as if she might be too precious to fuck.

She blushed when he said it was up to him to make her first night a good one. She opened her mouth to reply, but what was there to say? His hand was sliding up her thigh, going straight to the heart of her arousal. Her eyes rolled back as he pressed his hand against her crotch, and she couldn't help her hips grinding, rubbing herself against his hand so eagerly.

He hardly waited a breath before he pulled her panties to the side, and she moaned. In a way, Sera was incredibly lucky. This man and the Curator both had extensive experience with women, and knew their way around a woman's body. She was not subjected to any awkward adolescent groping, but found herself for the second time that night with very knowing fingers exploring her pussy.

Her own arms were at her side, stiff, with her fingers splayed out and trembling. Her head rocked back as he found her clit and she nearly fell as his touch sent waves of pleasure through her. She was so close. She was so close to having her first orgasm with another person. It didn't matter that she didn't know who he was. All that mattered was how good she felt. His finger entered her, and she bucked like she'd been shot.

"Oh my God!" she gasped, and then he started to finger fuck her, and her hips rocked in time to the strokes of his hand.

It was so good. She didn't even realize she was whimpering loudly enough to draw attention from everyone in the room. Nobody seeing her could mistake the sounds for anything but a woman on the very cusp of release, a woman lost in her pleasure, and when he stopped, there was a groan of frustration. Another moment and she'd have cum.

She looked down at him, her chest heaving under the sheer dress, her eyes wide with lust and just a hint of outrage that he had stopped. But he was asking her something.

"What?" she panted. Take what off? Her panties. She nodded, frantically. She would have let him take off her right arm if he would just finish her. "Yes," she gasped. "Off."

He slid them down, fully exposing her mound to the room. She hadn't had time to do anything about her pussy between her job interview this afternoon and now, but she had started shaving as soon as hairs had started to appear there. At the moment, there was a fuzz of soft blonde stubble around her lips, and her pussy was swollen, the lips glistening fierce and pink, splayed open like a flower blooming.

She stepped out of her panties as he slid them down to her feet, and then she looked him in the eye.

"Please," she whispered. "I'm so close."

All it would have taken was for her to move her hand a few inches, and maybe a few seconds touching herself, knowing exactly what her body wanted. But she knew that would be a huge let down. It would be, in the end, the same as every other time she had masturbated. It wouldn't be another human being making her cum, and that was what she wanted. More than the orgasm, she wanted it to come from someone else.

 

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Anthony (Tomahawk) Carlini, was a professional gambler, primarily poker and running the book for the Metropolis Fire and Police Departments, as well as the local politicians and attorneys. Was he a made man? Yes! He had been a part of the Gambino family for over 20 years, ever since graduating from Syracuse. Yet, even he was not in the very back rooms, or even the second rooms, he was here in the third, but was the most powerful and feared man in the room.
Ice water ran through his veins, yet he found himself both charmed and extremely aroused by the exuberance and innocence of the sweet and succulent Cherry!

If called upon, in the course of business, to administer torture, he did so with pleasure. So with the young woman, he could read what she was thinking and feeling, albeit she wasn't really trying to disguise it! The lips of her pussy were so soft, and he felt her sway and grind, as he teased them. Parting those lips and slipping a finger up inside his hand was bathed in her young juices. He had been with a lot of women, he knew the pros, and he knew genuine eagerness and enthusiasm, but none like Cherry. "Oh my God!" He chuckled, he was taking her time, finger fucking her slowly, only gently massaging her clit. But he felt as she picked up his rhythm, trying her best to fuck him back, exaggerate every move.

The whimper, the grinding, Jesus! She was hot as fuck! Tomahawk loved the game, the play, he played woman like they were an instrument, and he was a feature soloist at Carnegie Hall! He knew she would ache as he took away his finger, was he intentionally torturing her? Maybe, but he knew something she didn't, delayed gratification felt sooo much better. "What?" she panted. Take what off? Her panties. She nodded, frantically. She would have let him take off her right arm if he would just finish her. "Yes," she gasped. "Off." Tomahawk looked over his shoulder at the Curator and winked, and the Curator began to make a slow walk looping behind her. Tomahawk looked up, "Out of breath, perhaps you want me to stop?"

The question was rhetorical, as he had no more intention of stopping than she wanted him too. Curling his hands around her waist band he slowly slipped the diminimus damp fabric from her spectacular body, hoding it at the bottom as Cherry stepped enthusiastically out. He brought the tiny triangle patch to his nose and took a deep whiff. The endorphins were almost overpowering. "I think I'll keep these." As he lowered his head to stare into her blonde fluffy mound, with sparkling damp hair.

He used the back of his fingers to lightly pet her little muff, and looking at the Curator, now directly behind her, he nodded. "Cherry, you have a stunningly gorgeous cunt!" He looked at the small crowd that had now assembled ever since she had started whimpering. "Don't you men agree?" The response was muffled moans, but the agreement was unanimous! "Do you taste as good as you look?"

The next set of movements played out as if well rehearsed, and to a degree they were. Tomahawk leaned in and gently kissed her soft lips and tuft of hair, while simultaneously, sliding his hand, up inside her left leg, to just above her knee, lifting it up, to lift it up and over his shoulder, spreading her nice and wide! As he did, the Curator, reached around her from both sides, the one unbuttoning her dress, while the other came up to grip her throat. The Curator pressed his body against hers, "Lean back, you will need me, trust me!"

She had warned them, previously. "Please," she whispered. "I'm so close." And despite this little delay, she was clearly in heat. Now spread open and leaning back, her entire body visible, while the curator massaged and teased her breath with one hand, while ever so gently, restricting her breathing with the other, Tomahawk used his hands to spread her lips and flicked her clit with his tongue.

Only then, did he look up, "I know you want to cum, crave to cum, but this is important, you will not cum, until I say you can?" With that he commenced and eating of her pussy, alternating with tongue and finger fucking her cunt and massaging her clit, for a full two minutes, but for Cherry it had to feel like an eternity. Once he even stopped and looked at the Curator, "You're right, delicious!" He moaned as he ate her, for he could not deny the enjoyment of her fresh, young twat! Finally he got a second finger in, and then looked up, "NOW ... CUM!!!!"

 

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It was when he asked the men around their opinion of her cunt that she opened her eyes to se just how many had come to watch her, and she flushed a red that suited her name behind her mask. Her head rolled from side to side, panicking a little. Were they just watching, or was she about to lose her virginity to a gangbang? The thought was frightening, but also terribly exciting.

The man who was in control took her panties, and she bit her lip. She'd have to go back to the shop for something to wear the next time she came. Would Vixen be there again? Would she know what happened? Then he kissed her pussy, and lifted her leg up. She was far too weak to balance on one foot, and as she started to fall back, someone was there. The Curator's body supported her.

"Lean back. You will need me. Trust me."

She did. Lean back, need him, trust him. As the other man began to lick her pussy, she lay back in the Curator's embrace. The other man warned her not to cum, as if she could stop it with him tonguing her clit like that. The Curator's deft hands undid the tiny buttons that held her dress on. His hands grasped her breast and her throat. Her eyes opened wide in fear as he began to choke her.

She should have been more afraid, but she was on an unbelievable high of sexual arousal. She reached back, clutching the Curator's pants leg, the first thing that came to hand. Her other hand gripped the other man's hair, ruining his careful comb. It wasn't an attempt to stop him, or control him, just a primal need to hold on to the source of this overpowering sensation.

Her whole body arched up, and she did try not to cum. It was like holding back a flood, though. It was building, too fast and too powerful. When his finger slid into her virgin pussy, she bucked and howled with pleasure. He stopped, and she felt herself teetering on the edge. When a second finger entered her, she collapsed.

Whether it was coincidence, or whether he knew she couldn't hold back and took pity on her, he gave the command to cum just as it started to happen. Sera had never imagined it would be like this. She was about to faint, and the only thing that she was aware of was the rush of pleasure. No finger in the shower would ever satisfy her again.

She writhed and bucked, her other leg lifting up and wrapping around his other shoulder, her thighs gripping his neck in a powerful grip as she thrust herself against his face. She let go of his hair, reaching back for the Curator, accidentally pushing his mask askew and blinding him as he held her up, allowing her just enough breath to stay conscious, to squirm and scream, naked and lost in her pleasure for all to see.

 

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Tomahawk was a bit boorish from the Curator's perspective, however he had many of their most prominent members as his customers, and employers. In the Curator's mind he was a two bit hood, trying to seemingly disguise certain inadequacies, with his loud statements, and unnecessary commands. The role the Curator was playing at the present was for the benefit of Cherry, then the bookie/hitman currently enjoying her fine and extremely responsive pussy. He would allow the man to finish, but then he would move her along to a more suitable partner.

He heard Tomahawk play to the crowd, and winced at their response, and the Curator necessarily admonished them, "Gentleman, please a little decorum." The men settled down, but they did not remove their eyes, as the young woman, and in particular the enthusiasm of her responses, was unique and captivating. If only they were at the next level, the Oasis, or even beyond, where women were enjoyed by more than a single man, and vice-versa.

As he held her throat, he told her to trust him, he would not let her fall. As he undressed her, he was further examining the new specimen, inspecting and enjoying what was his to take. Her nipples were small, but extremely hard, and the way she cooed and moaned as he teased and rolled them, only further verified his earlier notes.
He knew what he did, the slight deprivation of oxygen, would heighten the sensations further, although Cherry seemed to be enjoying herself just fine.

Yet, when she brought her other leg up, nearly strangling and suffocating Tomahawk simultaneously, he did smile, as the way her body arched and flexed, grinded, thrusted, and in her own way took control, getting what she so desperately needed, he had already started to make the decision, she would be promoted once again Room three the oasis would be her playpen tomorrow, or whenever she might return.

As she finished, her legs still gripping Tomahawks face as if in a steel vice, the Curator whispered in her ear, "Nicely done, but it is time to get down my dear.' And then sliding his hand from her throat, he moved it around to the small of her back to give her leverage to untangle her obscene hold.

As she did so, the curator saw Tomahawk, his tie and shirt covered in juices, his hair a mess, and the man was gulping maniacally for air. The Curator had signaled for an attendant, "Please take Tomahawk to clean up ..." and, he elegantly bent over to pick up the dress, now puddled on the floor. " and please hang this up with Ms, Cherry's trenchcoat, she shall not be needing it the rest of the evening."

Tomahawk was frustrated, he was hard and needy, but he knew the rules, and if the Curator said he needed to fix himself up, that was what he would do. The Curator slipped his hand back down, cupping Cherry's ass. He did not ask her to come with him, or follow him, he simply lead her quietly, and confidently into a dimly let corner, where a single leather sofa was waiting.

Oh make no mistake, the Curator was aroused, this girl was a natural, yet so, fresh. He had already surmised this was all very new to her all of it. The Curator didn't just organize and chronicle the informaton on the talent, he was also a sommelier, and if a particularly unique vintage showed herself, he wanted to be the first to enjoy the robustness of the flavor and the splendor of the bouquet. He did not want others to evaluate certain things, he would do so himself.

Now alone, although eyes were certainly tracking, he moved around in front of her, and gently put his hand on her shoulder, and slowly guided her down to her knees. The curator was impeccably dressed, but inside that suit, was a man of the minimalist of body fat, the body of an endurance swimmer, narely a hair on his entire body, and a raging hard, 8 inch, slightly veiny, ever so elegantly curved, circumcized cock.

With her now kneeling in front of him he looked into a beautiful pair of wide eyed, gorgeous eyes. He watched them as he slowly lowered his zipper giving her unfettered access to his manhood. And now, perhaps her most important evaluation of the night, he spoke softly but with an unmistakable intensity, "You may begin..." He was curious how she might attack the situation, and what natural talents she might possess?

 

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After what seemed like forever, but nowhere near long enough, she heaes the Curator whisper in her ear again, telling her to get down. She flushed when she saw where she was, floating in the air, supported by the two men, naked and still shivering with pleasure. As soon as she could make her limbs do as she asked, she released the man's head from between her thighs, putting her high heels back on the floor.

His hands didn't leave her, but once she was able to stand on her own, he slid one down to her ass, cupping her cheek, subtly but unmistakably claiming her. She didn't know the etiquette, but he did, and he dismissed the other man - Tomahawk, he called him. Again, his influence was obvious. No doubt Tomahawk had expected Cherry to return the favor he had just shown her, but the smaller, gentler man spoke softly and was obeyed.

She gave Tomahawk a smile, grateful for the pleasure he had just given her, partly relieved and partly disappointed that they were finished with each other for the moment. But somehow, without her quite knowing how or when, the Curator was the man she was with now. And she was not unhappy with the exchange. Her heart was still racing as he led her away from the small crowd that had gathered.

She thought at first that he would sit on the leather sofa, but instead he stood in front of her. She watched him intently, eager for her next adventure, aching inside, though why she didn't know. She had just had pleasure beyond what she had ever hoped for, yet some part of her was unsatisfied. She only had a moment to wonder, and then his hand touched her shoulder. She knew what he wanted, and she sank to her knees as though he had cut the strings holding her up. She was still breathing hard, and she gave a soft moan when he unzipped his pants.

"You may begin," he said.

She would have been eager, and grateful to pleasure him under any circumstance, but those words, telling her that this was a privilege. It touched her in a way that Tomahawk's talented tongue could not.

She reached into his pants, her slender fingers finding his cock, pulling it out, carefully. She held it gently in her hand, as though it might break, or fly away. She bit her lip as she stared at it, fascinated. She brought the tip to her lips.

"Thank you," she whispered, talking to it like it was a mic. Her hot breath washed over it, but instead of taking him in her mouth, she nuzzled against his cock, gliding her face down, inhaling deeply of the scent. She pressed a sweet, soft kiss against each of his balls and moaned. Then she let her tongue slip out, not even really licking, but tasting his balls.

"It's so beautiful," she whispered, looking up at him. Just for a moment, before her eyes returned to his cock. She pressed it up against his belly, kissing her way up the shaft, letting her tongue out every few kisses. By the time she reached the head, she knew she was betraying herself. A girl who knew what she was doing would probably be doing it already, and if she kept staring and exploring, he would have to suspect.

She glanced up at him, and slid him into her mouth, her lips gliding down his shaft until the head reached her throat, and she stopped, gagging a little, but controlling herself. It was so hot and hard in her mouth, but the skin was unbelievably soft. She pulled her lips back, and stopped when she felt the rim of his head against her lips. Up and down she moved, moaning in her growing excitement, letting her spit drool down his shaft, letting her hand slide easily along the length she couldn't fit in her mouth.

She found a rhythm, held it for a few strokes, but she knew she had to do more. How many women had sucked this cock? Women with experience? Women with skills honed by countless lovers. How could she make this blowjob memorable for him? How could she make him want more? She had watched plenty of porn, and she had an idea. She pulled back, took a deep breath, and then thrust her head towards him, leaning into it. She gagged as he hit her throat, and then forced herself to relax, to try to swallow him, the muscles in her throat pulling his cock deeper.

Her nose pressed against his belly, her chin against his balls. She had taken the whole thing. She rocked her head, letting her throat massage his cock, until she felt herself getting light headed. She pulled back, gasping. As his cock slipped free of her lips, she lifted herself up. Her hands cupped her breasts, pressing them in place around his cock and using them to stroke him as she panted.

She looked up, gasping for air, her eyes searching for some sign that he was pleased. But not for long. As soon as the darkness cleared and she could breath halfway normally, she lowered herself, catching the head of his cock with her lips and throating him again.

 

[Homerun2611]

Every quality of this girl was endearing, enticing, alluring, instantly addictive! The way her body seemed to melt to his touch. Never had he felt such natural and genuine desire. It was as if her body was whispering, afraid to say it out loud, "take me, teach me, use me.... PLEASE!" He had his hand firmly on the cheek of her ass and was guiding her wherever he wanted to go. He didn’t often dabble extensively with the new talent other than to provide cursory inspection and evaluation. He alone would determine whether she start in room one or room two. This girl was different!

Room one was where the talent was little more than eye candy, used as greeters, dancers and strippers. Enjoy, indulge, but only to a certain degree, with understood limits, if either member or talent expected to ever proceed further inside. It was the proving ground and no direct sexual contact was encouraged, although it did sometimes take place. Breasts could be fondled and licked, lap dances encouraged, but true sex? No! Even a hand job used a condom.

Room two was where things began to take off. Anything from manual, to oral to vaginal and anal sex could be enjoyed. Exhibitionism and voyeurism was not required, but definitely encouraged. All sexual engagment oral or vaginal was 1x1. Should members demonstrate their abilities to appropriately interact, and a girl able to impress with her talents, as certified by both one or more members as well as the Curator, and promotion to the true dens of debauchery would then take place.

At the next level, the club became more of a honeycomb. Some common rooms like the Oasis, which was a tribute to the ancient roman and greek bathhouses. Able to host orgies or all sorts of water and oil based enjoyment! The other common room was the Theatre. The Theatre, was a series of small and larger circular stages, some having beds, chairs, cages or other toys. This was the area where blow bangs, gang bangs, and bukkake, as well as more discreet and smaller types of group interaction took place. There were also private room, several, that could be reserved by members for enjoyment with talent and or other members or both. Vixen was in such a room at this moment. Therefore, with the Curator taking such a liking to, young Cherry, she was on a meteoric rise to access to not only the back rooms, but the most notorious members of the club.

Why was it the Curator was so taken? There was something different about Cherry. what exactly it was he was struggling to put his finger on, although he intended to put his fingers on her, probably everywhere, before their night ended. He only needed to apply the slightest amount of pressure to her shoulder as she willingly, almost gleefully, dropped to her knees. He heard the moan escape from her lips as he undid his zipper. Could the girl suck a cock? That was in doubt, but her desire to do so, unquestioned.

The curator rarely wore underwear of any kind, given his rather large size and his role within the club in evaluating and assessing each new talent that came across his desk. He needed the freedom to allow his cock to evaluate subtleties and appeal that his eyes might not fully capture. Such it was, it was easy for Cherry to quickly find and take out his cock, with his cleanly shaved balls, also popping through the opening in his fly. His cock hard and straining to get out, yearning the touch and feel of this most unique mistress. The Curator felt her wrap her delicate fingers around him and then watching the pleasure in her eyes, almost like a child who was just given the present she had pined for. His cock swelled even more with pride.

It was his job to watch her eyes her reaction for every move and record it. Each woman had her own unique way with a cock and it was clear in just the first few seconds what degree the task at hand was a chore, enjoyable or a fantasy realized. Despite their best of attempts in acting, what a woman did during the first moments with a cock would tell the Curator all he needed to know in regards to how popular she would ultimately be at the club, how much she would enjoy it and the level that she would likely achieve.

Cherry cradled his manhood to her cheek, protectively, lovingly, she kissed and licked up and down the shaft, like a sommelier cherishing a fine wine, not rushing to drink, but inhaling the bouquet, tasting and basking in the essence. What she had feared, as her weakness, was her greatest strength!

Cherry was right, the curator had had many women, few he let get quite this far, but he was certainly accustomed to feeling fingers and lips wrapped around his arched and throbbing member. It was ironic, that her greatest fear, that of been different, not being as experienced or used to entertaining the man and providing him oral pleasure, was what made her such a joy. Perhaps he was her first cock, and she was right, amongst most, his cock was beautiful. But the fact she realized that, commented, made her shine. This girl worshpped cock, craved it, an no man could resist that!

Precum secreted from his tip, and began to roll down his tip, he reached and stroked her cheek. "Taste it my dear, lick and suck it from my slit..." He encourage, "... and take your time, you're doing wonderfully!" She brought him down, she acted as if his cock was fragile. It was not, but it was senstive, and she pushed right button after right button. She made him sloppy wet, and then carressed him for a few moments in the soft pillows of her breasts, as he left a trail of spit and precum in her cleavage. "Mmmm, oh that's nice..." He was thrusting, enjoying her titty fuck, another note for the file, another talent he planned to enjoy more.

But then she did something that truly shocked him, no girl had been able to do, what Cherry did, not from skill or talent but pure desire and effort, she deep throated him! "OH FUCK! ... uh, I'm sorry!" He caught himself. But God damn this felt good, and he slid his hand around behind the back of her head, and throat. Is this what she wanted, could she? And he began to slowly, deeply and increasingly ha rder and faster fuck her throat.

There were sounds she made, but she had pushed him over the edge, he felt her nose at his belly, her tongue on his balls, and ... HE CAME! Christ he came, a gusher, a ball empyting, ass tensing, legs shaking, orgasm of his life! Cope after rope, of thick white cum shot forward, and he released her head, as not to choke her! What she did then was up to her, for he could not, did not want to, stop!

"OH FUUUCKKKK!" As near the entire room turned, this could not be the Curator, never, ever had anyone heard him react so? All eyes strained to see, who was the girl, who was the succubus who had so inspired? He could not hide the smile when he finished, she simply looked down. "Make yourself comfortable on the sofa..." He called the attendant over, signaled for a dildo suitable for his size. He took it and handed it to her. "I will only be gone a moment, but here, you may want to practice a bit, I am very large, and you are ... quite tight."

He turned, about to leave, except one last thing, he was speaking to the attendant, but made sure anyone could hear, "She is not to be touched, get her anything she wants, but she is mine, tonight, she is MINE!"

 

[brandijade]

Sera moaned around his cock as he put his hand on the back of her head. His hips started thrusting, fucking her throat, and she felt almost more excited than she had been when she was cumming on Tomahawk's face. It was wholly different in quality, almost impossible to compare, but the feeling of being used, of being wanted, was a revelation.

Before she had even begun to grasp this revelation, he let go, and she felt his cock swell in her throat. She pulled back, holding just the head of his cock in her mouth. She didn't know, but she guessed he was about to cum, and she wanted to feel it in her mouth, taste it, savor it. Her hand pumped up and down his spit drenched shaft, and as he started to spurt into her mouth, she squealed with delight.

His roar touched her heart. To give someone that pleasure, to see this man, before so collected and in command, letting out his bestial self because of her, was like touching heaven. It was enlightening. This was what she wanted to do. She would dedicate herself to sucking cock, to making men cum, forever. Cum spilled down her chin, and she started to bob her head as the spurts slowed to a flow. She milked his cock with her mouth and hands until he pulled himself away.

She knelt on the floor, swirling his cum in her mouth, gazing up at him with awe bordering on worship. There was a need in her that she barely understood, that he either did not recognize or ignored. She had spent her whole life in school until the past few weeks. She had always been a good student, and she had always cared about her grades. Despite the bellow a minute before, she wanted, needed, to know how she did. She didn't exactly want to be graded... but she did.

But instead of telling her how she did, he told her to sit on the sofa and had someone bring her a dildo. He said he would be back. He said he was large, but he did not say a word about the blowjob she had just given him. She sat on the sofa, and he told the rest of the room to leave her alone. And then he left her alone.

She held the dildo nervously. She noticed there were people watching her still, and she was naked. She blushed, embarrassed and a little ashamed. What must they think of her? She pressed her legs together and held her arm across her tits, lowering her eyes, shyly. She wiped cum off her chin and bit her lip.

"Could I have a damp towel and a glass of wine?" she mumbled to the attendant.

 

[Homerun2611]

Ah, how the same events could be so differently interpreted, depending on the lens of the viewer. Despite, what for him was shockingly enthusiastic behavior, yet an understandable to, by far, the best blowjob, from any criteria he could have used, he had ever had, the Curator's abrupt exit and commands, had left Cherry surprised, embarrassed and unsure!

Alternatively, the Curator felt alive, vibrant, and needing to enjoy more of this young talent, before turning her loose to the decadent desires of the back room. He didn't even record all he had seen, felt and enjoyed, for if he did, Cherry would not have been in simple demand, she would have been ravaged, like a singular meaty bone tossed casually into a room of rabid dogs!

She did not see the grin on his face as he turned, he wanted to suppress it, but he could not, she had made him feel to damn good. The Curator did not smile, never showed emotion, and as he quickly moved to his office, he was uncomfortable, his steely veneer was part of his mystique, how he ruled this den of wolves, and he did not want to lose that sense of control. This little break, other than the gift he would bring back, was necessary to regain his composure!

John "Mouse" Tomlinson, as his handle implied, was amongst the meekest of the members. He had been a member for four years, and never once progressed beyond this second room, and it had taken nearly a year and a half for him to get here. In a club full of natural, or at least wannabe, tops, he was the archetype bottom. He had watched what had taken place, moving ever closer, but unlike others that focused on the heat of the sex act taking place, he found himself mesmerized by the girl, Cherry he understood her name to be, herself.

He had watched her eyes, not her mouth, and as he looked, he found himself moving beyond her extraordinary beauty, and incredible body, and trying to see her soul, to confirm his suspicions that she was a kindred spirit! Despite the Curator's command that Cherry, HIS Cherry, not be touched, as Mouse tip toed closer, he was given no reprimand. Even the attendants looked at him with disdain, he was used to it, he was MOUSE!

"Pssst!" He leaned closer, just trying to draw her attention. "Cherry? I ..." He nervously stuttered, "I am mouse! That was amaz..." He was about to praise Cherry, tell her she was the most amazing woman he had ever seen, that for her to do that to the Curator, was incredible, but instead he heard the Curator's stern, tone, "MOUSE, did I not make myself clear?"

The Curator's office was past the back rooms, spacious, it had a large cherry desk, cherry wainscoting. with a forest green sofa, and two over stuffed, chairs, on a 100 year old oriental rug. On the back wall was a series of screens, three each representing different views of rooms 1 & 2, and then a single camera in each of the back rooms, excepting one, The Presidential Suite.

Once inside, he took a moment, he was a yoga master, and he did a minute of breathing exercises to recenter himself, and settle the racing heartbeat that Cherry's incredible display manifested. Now in control, he moved the priceless Monet to the side, and opened the wall safe that was hidden behind it. He knew what he wanted, it had been given to him personally by the CEO of Tiffany's, it was a platinum anal plug, with a five caret round ruby inlaid within. It was perfectly round, and the name of the piece, "Cherry".

He had just slipped the nearly $1 million piece of erotic jewelry into his pocket, when he happened to look up at the screen, "MOUSE!" He shouted out, in the sound proofed room. All that calm quickly slipping back away, replaced with a certain, equally unfamiliar sense of rage! He spun and considered sprinting, but that would be unseemly, and ... after all, it was Mouse!

The Curator had never thought of himself as possessive, he frankly never cared, but Cherry, if the seven figure gift wasn't clear enough evidence of how much she had pleased him, the anger that now raged throughout his body was. She was HIS, at least for tonight! He entered the room, drew within earshot just in time to hear, "I am mouse! That was amaz..." That was enough!

Mouse stopped dead in his tracks, his back straightened, and his heart nearly lept from his chest. He felt a bit of pee trickle down his leg, and he wished he could crawl into a hole. He turned in the direction of the voice and cast his eyes down. "No Sir, you made it very clear." It was barely a whisper, but it was all he had, and then shoulders slumped he shuffled off, as the Curator came to the end of the sofa and retook control.

He was trying to control his anger, but there was no mistaking the sternness of his tone. Her legs were closed, her one hand hiding her breast, the glass of wine in the other, the dildo lying unused by her side. He cocked his brow, confused. He took a deep breath, and his eyes went to the dildo, and then looked back into her eyes. "Please take the toy, you need to prepare for what we will do next." Not a request, but a command, a command he was looking forward to, watching as the beautiful young Cherry, spread her legs for him!