Club Fatale, Pt. 5

Club Fatale, Pt. 5

Chapter Eight – The Investors

“Evan, I need your help,” the Commodore began.

I looked up from my table at the seaside bar. “Have a seat, sir,” I said.

He did, positioning himself across from me. I had never seen the Commodore like this before, but right now, he seemed nervous.

“I’m having a rather important business meeting with a group of prospective investors tonight and I was hoping that you would be able to assist me.”

“New members?” I asked.

“Not quite that, Evan. But if the deal happens, then yes, they will be.”

There was a gurgling sound from beneath the table as Sophia choked on my cock.

“Apologies, Commodore,” I said, “but I have to take care of this.”

“Of course,” he said.

It was past time that I gave her her reward; she had worked for it for the better part of an hour. Fingers in her hair, I held the island girl down on my cock and pumped a load of semen past her tonsils. She retched and resisted, but with her lips wrapped around the base of my cock, there was no place for my sperm to go except down her throat. Finally, she swallowed gloriously around my manhood.

I pulled her up by her curly locks. The girl stood, unsteadily, my come dripping from her chin. “Lunch was excellent, my lovely,” I said. “Give my complements to the Sonya. She outdid herself with Patricia, today.”

Nodding, the girl walked away on shaky legs.

“That girl is an artist with a blowjob,” I said, “and a martini.”

The Commodore smiled. “If you like her, Evan, then take her home. She’s yours. I have several replacements waiting in the wings. She’s only a Grade-C, anyway; practically worthless on the island market.”

“Surely skill must account for something, Commodore,” I said.

“A matter to be debated among friends,” the older man said. “As are all personal details with Femmes. I know a patron who collects only blondes: natural blondes. He claims that he’s never even fucked a brunette. If that’s true then he really is missing out. My wife Donna, with hair black as midnight, can ride better than Emmanuelle herself. Such are the desires of men: wide and varied. My system grades only on quantifiable physical beauty.”

I poured him a glass of wine.

“So tell me why you need my help, Commodore,” I said.

“This deal, if it goes through, could only enhance the Club Fatale. It could mean a marked improvement in the quality and quantity of Femmes available to Club members. I did my research on you, Evan, even before you joined. Your business sense is spot-on, one-hundred percent, my boy. The success you’ve had in your industry isn’t far behind that. And you’re a keen judge of character. I would rely upon these abilities in gauging my visitors. Beyond that is the fact that I respect your intelligence and judgment; you’re a shrewd thinker. And then, there are your newly acquired skills.”

“Skills?” I asked.

“Angelique tells me that you are becoming quite the snuffer. She said that your training with Brittany was exceptional and your disposals of Mona and Natalie were quite interesting, to say the least. Oh, and she told me about young Jana… How amazing…”

“She doesn’t keep many secrets from you, does she?” I asked.

“Not many, Evan,” he said. “I do control her fate, after all.”

So he had been spying on me, gathering information from that raven-haired slut and, probably, others. Not that I really blamed Angelique. I blamed him more. It was disconcerting to have the old man constantly watching my every move. Truth be told, I was growing a bit tired of it.

“And what do my skills have to do with this meeting?”

“I might have occasion to call upon your skills for demonstration value, before the meeting is over. So what do you say?”

“I’d like to, Commodore. I really would. But I don’t see an angle in it for me.”

“Ah! Well, perhaps I could sweeten the deal, Evan. How about a Grade-A snuffette from the commissary?”

I frowned, thoughtfully.

“Two?” the old man offered.

Two, I thought. Could it really be so important to the Commodore that he would be willing to throw that kind of wealth my way?

“That’s very kind of you, Commodore, but I still have two Grade-As that I have to choose, yet. And I have Cameron and Devon to enjoy… and the lovely Sophia.”

“Three Femmes won’t go as far as you think, Evan,” he said. Then, the Commodore leaned forward. “What would entice you, Evan?”

I thought about it for a moment, then spoke. “Tell me again about the -AAAs.”

He was silent for a long moment.

I went on, expounding on my thoughts. “No one can argue that the girls you have here are beautiful, Commodore,” I said. “One and all, they are very pleasing. But I must admit to a certain fascination towards the art of the possible…”

“I’m afraid that there are no -AAAs available, Evan,” the old man said.

“I’d be willing to wait,” I responded, “for the right girl. One of your choosing, Commodore. As long as she is -AAA.”

“You realize that it could take some time to procure what you’re asking for.”

“If, as you say, this deal could provide more Femmes,” I said, “Then I think it might not take too long to obtain one. And if the deal doesn’t go through, Commodore, I wouldn’t hold you to the arrangement. So really, you have nothing to lose.”

“Alright, Evan,” the white-haired man said, smiling. “You help make this deal happen and you’ll have your girl. Done?”

“Done, Commodore.”

“Tonight then, Evan. I’ll send a girl to pick you up at seven.”

—

Sophia lay upon my bed, well-fucked after an afternoon of athletic activities. Tennis was nice (especially with her playing in the nude), our hike was exhilarating (at least the blowjob rest breaks were) and diving practice was simply divine (I really got into instructing her on cock diving). Now, come stained her lips and pussy and she was unconscious after the pounding I had given her in bed.

I fiddled with my tie and sighed. I was never any good with these things. I wore suits well, but ties always proved a hassle.

“Your visitor has arrived, Master.” Devon’s voice drifted up from behind me.

I glanced to the full-length mirror and saw the reflection of Devon’s sleek nudity. Long, raven locks fell almost to her nipples. I smiled. I had been happy ever since I had forbade her clothing. It made for a more interesting beach house.

“Show her in, Devon.”

“Yes, Master.”

In seconds, another woman stood in the doorway. Luscious brunette, dark eyes, willowy build; black evening dress with tits nearly spilling out. “Dorian Monroe, Mr. Anderson,” she said. “I’m… yours for the night, sir.”

“Is that so,” I said. “Then perhaps you can fix my tie.”

She entered, stepped up to me and briskly tied it. “There,” she said. “All fixed, sir.”

I took her harshly by the wrists. “And just how much of mine are you, Miss Dorian?” I asked with an edge.

“Please, sir,” she said, with just the right amount of desperate pleading in her pretty, feminine voice. “I’m yours completely, sir. Until morning comes, sir. But the Commodore is waiting for us, sir.”

“What if I can’t wait that long, girl?”

She winced at the pressure I was putting on her wrists. She glanced towards the spent Sophia upon my bed.

“To your knees, girl,” I said and she nodded.

Dorian fell to her knees before me. I trapped both of her wrists with one hand; freed my cock with the other. Thrusting inside her mouth, I quickly deep-throated her. I squeezed her wrists and gripped her hair while I face-fucked her. She moaned around me and I went faster, building passion with speed until finally I thrust forward and emptied my balls down her stuffed throat.

Holding her upon me so that she couldn’t breathe, I relished in the feeling of complete power over her. I pulled her off of me and stared into her terrified eyes.

“Now, we’re ready to go, dear.”

—

Ten minutes later we were standing in the Commodore’s foyer.