Club Fatale

Club Fatale

Chapter One – The Trip

I woke on the morning of my trip with an excitement that I had not felt since the days of my youth. It was the kind of joy that a boy feels on Christmas morning, just before he rushes downstairs to see if Santa Clause left presents for him. And he knows instinctively that great and wondrous things were waiting for him.

Today was that day.

All my forty years of life had led me to this. High school. College. Business school. Six-figure salary. My first million. And on and on. But all of that paled in comparison to thrill that I was feeling today. As I packed my bags, I struggled desperately to restrain the excitement that was threatening to tear me apart.

“You’re really leaving, aren’t you, daddy?”

I turned to the sweet brunette that stood in the doorway to my bedroom. Sixteen and slender, with long legs and a trim waist, she made quite the picture.

But no, I wasn’t thinking of my daughter, Jacqueline, in that way. Not at all.

“Sweetie, I have a very important business trip,” I said. “I don’t want to leave you, but you know my responsibilities.”

“Of course, daddy,” she said. “Have a nice trip.”

She kissed me and left.

I gathered my things and was about to call for Kelly, my driver. Just then, I remembered the case in my safe. I couldn’t leave without that. It would be necessary when I reached my final destination.

All the way to the airport, I could think of nothing but my destination. Even the normally arousing thoughts of Kelly’s legs, lips and tits couldn’t hold my attention.

When I arrived at the airport, I saw the private jet that had been sent for me. Two very attractive blondes met me as I boarded. Jana and Karina. I learned that they were both Swedish, both sisters and that both had been sent specifically for me.

We took off for the Island.

“We expect a flight time of three hours and twenty minutes, Mr. Anderson,” Jana said. Or was it Karina? They weren’t twins, but it was still hard to tell them apart. It was Jana, I decided. She smiled at me. “Would you like some refreshing champagne to wet your whistle? Or a refreshing pair of lips?”

“The lips sound better,” I said.

Jana went down on me right there. Her luscious lips slurped me inside and pleasured me with a sweet vacuum. As she did, Karina came up behind me and caressed my shoulders. I held off for almost ten minutes before filling Jana’s mouth with come. She pulled off and smiled up at me, her lips flecked with white.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” I said.

“We were told to take care of you in every way possible,” Karina said.

“And,” Jana continued. “Our masters demand obedience from us. We aspire to be very good slut slaves.”

“Does that mean that you are obedient to me?” I asked.

“Most definitely, Master,” Jana said while caressing my cock. “Give either of us a command and we will obey.”

“Then I want Karina on her knees and sucking my cock like you just did. And I want you on your back, licking your sister’s pussy.”

Smiling, the sisters performed for me. I tried many different positions. In fact, I was fucking Karina’s pussy and bouncing her up and down on my cock as we arrived and landed on the island.

Chapter Two – The Forbidden Island

“Mr. Anderson? Mr. Evan Anderson, it is so good to finally meet you, sir!”

The man who greeted me was a few years older than me and heavier, with prematurely white hair and piercing blue eyes. He was English, as evidenced by his accent.

We shook hands.

“Jana and Karina treated you well, I take it?”

“Ah, yes,” I said. “Most agreeably.”

“Good, good,” the man said. “I would so dislike having to punish them, at least before it is their time. After all, punishment should be enjoyed by all!”

“And your name is, sir?” I asked.

“Oh, so sorry, my dear chap,” he said.