Club Fatale, Pt. 6

Club Fatale, Pt. 6

Chapter Nine – Class Reunion

I was so engrossed in my work that I didn’t hear Devon when she came up behind me. I only realized when her hands caressed my shoulders.

I quickly shut the laptop.

“Something for work, sir?” she said and kissed my neck. “Do you want me to leave?”

“What did you see, Devon?”

“Nothing, master,” she said, and kissed me longer.

I pulled the nude woman to her knees beside me. My fingers went to her throat.

“I can trust you, can’t I, Devon?” I asked, dangerously. “Not to reveal things that you shouldn’t?” I squeezed her neck.

I could see her emotions change rapidly. At first, she thought I was playing a game with her. Then she didn’t know what to think. She coughed; nodded.

I released her.

“I’m going out for the morning,” I told her. “I need to get ready.”

Devon showered with me. First she washed my body, paying close attention to my cock. Then a blowjob on her knees. A second wash. Then I pressed her against the tiles and ravaged her from behind before blowing a load of sperm into her cunt. A final wash, on her knees: this one using her lathered hair as a washcloth. When we got out, she dried every inch of my body, ending on her knees before me. She then dried herself before helping me dress. When I was done, I pulled her to me and kissed her, deeply.

“I want you to meet me for lunch at the Blue View,” I said. “Dress provocatively. We might just meet some new friends.”

—

The Club Fatale Commissary was expansive: a spacious single-floor building nearly a half-mile inland from the beach.

Directly inside was a long checkout counter with two blonde ladies behind it. The entire place was stocked with all sorts of goods and supplies.

It was the first time I had been in here.

My beach house was routinely provisioned with food and basic supplies by the island’s housekeeping staff, but everything else on the island was purchased through this Commissary.

“Hello,” a happy blonde greeted me. “I haven’t seen you here before. My name is Satine and I run the Commissary. This is my sister: Simone.”

“Evan Anderson,” I said. “It’s nice to meet two such beautiful ladies.” I liked the way Satine’s blue eyes sparkled. And Simone sported a pair of finely-shaped D-cup knockers that immediately made me want to caress them.

“Of course, Mr. Anderson,” she said. “That’s so nice of you to complement us, sir! The Commodore informed me that you would be coming by at some point. I must say that I expected you sooner. Let me call up your account, sir.” Her fingers flew across the computer tablet in her hand. “I see that you have a credit of two Grade-A Femmes on your account, Mr. Anderson. Can I ask what you’re looking for today?”

“I’m not really sure. I don’t know how it works.”

“Well, if you’d like to browse, sir, come this way.”

Satine showed me to a wall mounted screen. “Here you can browse for anything you wish to purchase and order it automatically. Most supplies are available on the island, but we don’t have enough storage space to keep everything you might want in stock. Anything you order can be delivered here, usually within two to three days.”

“And the Femmes?” I asked.

“Of course, sir,” she said. “Our most popular feature is an interactive database of every Femme available on the island.” She pressed a few buttons. “As you can see, there are currently 53 Grade-C Femmes available, 21 Grade-Bs and seven Grade-As. Grade-As are normally available only if the current supply exceeds nine. This is to allow a reserve selection for when someone is raised to a new membership level. Your two credits allow you to choose without restriction.”

Satine pressed another button. “You can review selections using these keys. Would you like to browse now, sir?”

“Sure,” I said. “Why not?”

“I can leave you if you wish to be alone…”

“Not at all, Satine,” I said. “Stay. I’d like your input.”

“Very well,” she said, happily.

I took it from the top. There were seven Grade-A’s; one redhead, four blondes and two brunettes. I clicked on the redhead. A very attractive woman appeared. “Annabelle: five-nine, one hundred and twelve pounds, natural redhead, age 23, registered nurse,” Satine read from the screen. “Price: $200,000 or one Grade-A credit.”

“She’s pretty,” Satine said.

“Yes, she is… but I already have a redhead.”

“Well, we’ll continue on!” Satine said.

“Gillian: five-six, ninety-six pounds, natural blonde, age 18, student.”
“Mary: five-seven, one hundred and eleven pounds, natural brunette, age 31, housewife.”
“Vivian: five-six, one hundred and two pounds, natural brunette, age 42, lawyer.”
“Giada: five-eight, –”

“Wait a minute!” I said. “Go back to the last one. Vivian.”

Satine clicked and a larger image of the woman in question appeared on the screen.

“Name: Vivian. Height: five foot, six inches. Weight: one hundred and two pounds. Hair: shoulder-length, wavy, natural brunette. Age: 42. Occupation: lawyer. Measurements: 34B, 25, 33.”

Her image stared at me: a mature brunette with a regal but sultry bearing. Deep-set eyes filled with wisdom and passion, just a tad on the aloof side. A body made to be dominated: girlishly slender, but with shapely breasts.

“Vivian Prince,” I breathed.

“You know her?” Satine asked, surprised.

“I went to college with her,” I said. “I even dated her once or twice. But she was two years ahead of me: an upperclassman. She married a professor from the school. I lost track of her and never saw her again.”

I flipped through the photos. “The years have been kind to her,” I said.

“Yes,” Satine said. “She’s very pretty.”

“What’s this star next to Vivian’s name?” I asked.

“Oh,” Satine said. “That means that there is a relative available! Let’s see… a daughter. It’s Gillian, the Grade-A blonde.”

“Vivian had a daughter,” I whispered. I could feel all sorts of stirring feelings coming to the surface.

I flipped back to Gillian. Blonde hair and blue eyes. I could see the resemblance, now. The same body, but even more slender. The same eyes, begging to be put in her place. If she was anything like her mother, she needed a firm hand.

“Excellent! I’ll take them both, Satine.”

“Are you sure, sir? The girl, Gillian, has yet to go through the training regimen…”

“I’m sure, Satine. Get them for me.”

“Of course, sir,” she said. “I’m afraid that it will take some minutes to track them down and prepare them. I can call you when they’re ready to be picked up.”

“I’ll wait,” I told her.

“Very well, sir,” she said. She pressed a few buttons on the tablet to complete the transaction. “I’ll be back as soon as possible, sir. Simone will be available if you need anything else.”

And she left.

I browsed through the aisles, not looking for anything in particular, when I felt a pair of eyes upon me. I looked up and caught Simone’s gaze. She stared at me with a hot look and ran her fingers through her short blonde hair.

“Hello,” I said.

“Hi, Mr. Anderson,” she replied. “Are you finding everything you need? Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Cosmetics,” I said. “I’m looking for some and I don’t know much about them.”

“Well,” the girl asked, “what’s her coloring and complexion?”

“Black hair,” I said. “Blue eyes. Pale, but no blemishes. Slender, thin face. Early 40’s.”

“Alright,” the blonde said. She picked a few packages from the shelf; trying to explain in the vaguest possible terms the purposes of the exotic stuff. I chose several and she rung me up at the register.

“Simone, isn’t it?” I asked. “That’s a really pretty name.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re not owned by anyone,” I said, pointing to her black collar, “which means that you’re a worker. Where do you live?”

“I live with my sister.”

“Do you like her?”

“I more than like her, silly. I love her. She’s smart and funny. She looks out for me and everything. She’s great!”

“So you love her. Do you do this often?” I joked.

She smiled. “Well, I love her all the time, but in the way you mean… yeah, often.” She ran her hands over her breasts and bit at her lip.

“Well,” I said, “maybe I could use your help with something else…”

—

Several minutes later, I pushed Simone through the door into the backroom. Our lips met and she forced her tongue deeply into my mouth. I tore at her clothes and ripped off her bra, revealing her magnificent breasts.

Bending her over a stack of boxes, I entered her from behind. She cried out as I penetrated her and then moaned as I started to move in and out. I slid my hands along her back, moved them under her to feel her full breasts. Squeezed. Another moan. I pounded her hard. My hands drifted to her neck and to her short hair and I held her with a hand on each, gripping hard. Pulled her head back violently.

“Agh!” was her short cry.

“Did you ever dream of getting snuffed?”

“Oh, god!” she mumbled as I pounded into her, each thrust more violent than the last.

“You must have accepted that it would happen, eventually, slut! Only the prettiest ones make it past thirty. Did you think that it would be someone that you knew or someone like me: a random stranger with time on his hands?”

She moaned.

“Do you want it, Simone?” I asked. “Do you want me to end you, baby?”

Hand clamped around her windpipe, I could feel her moan and nod.

“Say it,” I demanded, as my cock continued to plunge in and out of the blonde.

She turned her head back to look at me. “I fucking pray for it!” she hissed. “I want you to fuck me and snap me, Mr. Anderson!”

I pounded harder, driving myself to quickly reach climax.

“Say you want it…”

“Snuff me!” she said.

My hands tightened on her neck.

“Harder.”

“Snuff the fuck out of me!” she demanded.

Distantly, I heard Satine return. Her beautiful voice called my name. Her heels clicked as she approached. I waited until the door began to open.

“Say it one last time!” I ordered.

“YES, BABY! FUCKING SNUFF ME, NOW!” she screamed, orgasming.

“Then say goodbye to your dear sister,” I whispered icily into her ear.

I wrenched Simone’s neck. It snapped like a twig, twisting nearly around to face me, just as her sister entered the backroom. I imagined her shock at the sight: a brutal man fucking her sister from behind, her sister screaming out to be snuffed, then the brutal snapping of her neck while a sick perverted fuck plunged in and out of her pussy.

Satine’s hands flew to her face and she stood frozen in horror as I ejaculated my burning come deeply into her busty sister’s dead womb. Our eyes met in a deep, soul-rending stare and I grunted and cried out as I got off to murdering her blonde sister.

My thrusting slowed. I dropped the corpse on the boxes, pulled the head up and kissed it one last time.

Satine’s face was twisted, terrified at the unbelievable horror. She moved to her sister and knelt beside the boxes.

“Oh, god…” came her little voice. “Simone… oh, god… oh, god… baby sister…”

She looked up at me, blue eyes turning to rage.

“You bastard…” she hissed. “This girl did nothing to you… I swear I’ll take this to the Commodore…”

“She wanted it; you heard her. I’m sure you’ll miss her lips on your pussy, Satine. I’m sorry for that. If it’s any consolation, she was a tremendous fuck.”

I pushed open the door. Vivian and Gillian stood waiting for me. Vivian, as beautiful as I remembered, was holding her crying daughter. When her eyes caught mine, her mouth fell open.

“Hello, my sweet…” I said and caressed her cheek. I lifted the girl’s head to stare into my eyes. “Let’s go, baby.”

As we got to the door, I called back to Satine.

“Thank you for the excellent service. Perhaps I’ll be in tomorrow for another girl.”

Chapter Ten – Palace of Flesh

As I entered the front gate of the Villa Fatale, I couldn’t help but feel the slightest stirrings of curiosity regarding what lay beyond the walls. I had heard stories that the Villa was only used during three meetings every year: the anniversary of the Club’s founding, the Commodore’s birthday and New Year’s Day.

Tonight was the anniversary: twenty-five years in the existence of Club Fatale.

I heard the clicking of heels behind me. Devon was accompanying me tonight, along with the newly acquired Vivian and Gillian.

“Evan,” Vivian said. “Where are we going? Can’t Gillian stay behind, please? You know that this isn’t the type of place for a girl.”

“She’ll have to get used to it,” I said. “It’s her life, now. Like it or not.”

“I can’t believe that you’re involved in this.”

I spun towards her, suddenly.

“Quiet,” I said. “I’m not your boyfriend anymore. I’m certainly not your husband; I never got that far. I’m you and your daughter’s dominator and I will take you when and where I please. And do with you what I please.”

I stepped up to her, tangled my fingers in her hair. Pulling her body against mine, I wrapped a hand around her slender neck.

“You see,” I whispered to her, “if you don’t do everything I say, then I will snap your daughter’s neck like I did with that girl. Her I don’t care about. But you, you will spend countless nights pleasing me, on pain of your daughter’s death. And this time… you’ll suck cock like a good woman.”

I kissed her deeply then let her go.

“By the way, you look lovely tonight, Viv.”

I continued on. As I mounted the steps to the front entrance, I was greeted by a pair of lithe, athletic women with slender waists and large breasts, square shoulders and tall forms. Had either of them been standing, I had no doubt that they would have come close to reaching my height in their high heels.

As it was, they were kneeling in submission, hands behind their backs. Long, golden chains bound them to stakes driven into the cement. Both were nude and had their hair tied back in a ponytail.

The redhead was Tessa and the brunette Tina. I had seen them at the Commodore’s mansion and I had marked them for my fantasies. As hard as it was to believe, either of them was a match for Emmanuelle in sheer beauty – Grade-AAA. I heard that they were models from France and England.

“Mr. Evan Anderson,” Tina piped up, “Welcome to the anniversary party!”

“Would you care for a proper greeting, sir?” Tessa asked.

“Please,” I said.

The redheaded goddess crawled to me, a smile on her splendid lips. With her teeth, she unzipped my fly; fished my cock out with her tongue. In seconds, her well-trained lips engulfed my manhood. It disappeared down her throat as she went deep, her green eyes opened and trained upon me.

“Holy god!” I said.