Club Fatale, Pt. 9

Chapter Eighteen – Machinations

The private jet slowed and gradually pulled to a stop.

The whine of the twin engines swiftly dissipated. The door popped open and the Commodore emerged; he swiftly hobbled down the stairs. He greeted Emmanuelle first: a big hug. Then a handshake for Mr. Lloyd. And, finally one for myself.

“How are you, boy?” he asked. “So good of you to greet me!”

“Well, I appeared as requested. How was your business off-island, Commodore?”

“Oh, like business is, Evan,” he said, with a broad smile. “Bland and boring. It’s good to be back. Yes.” He took another look at me, and catching my mood, said: “I can sense something weighing heavily upon your mind, can’t I?”

“Kensington,” was my reply.

“You heard,” he said, softly. “A real tragedy. He was a good friend. One of my oldest; in fact, he was one of the founding members of the Club.”

“And quite wealthy,” I added.

He gave me a strange look, then, but shifted topics deftly.

“It’s fortuitous that you should be here, young man!”

“Any why is that, sir?”

The Commodore gestured as a woman appeared. Tall and brown-haired, in her early twenties, I estimated. She was trim in all the right places, but also with a distinct strength and vitality about her. The buoyant, barely contained breasts that stood out above washboard abs might very well have been the most perfect I had ever seen. The gorgeous creature sported a blue collar about her neck with a silver tag that bore a number: 47.

My number.

He gestured again and the young woman stepped down from the ramp and up to me, moving with athletic ease.

“I keep my promises, young man,” he said. “Charlie, this is Evan. He’s the one I told you about. Evan, Charlie. She is, quite possibly, the finest femme meat the Club Fatale has ever produced.”

“Hello,” the girl said and favored me with a hot look. “So handsome…”

“I told you he was, my dear,” the Commodore said to her.

I smiled as I drank in her exceptional lines. Her legs were long and luscious — she came nearly to eye-level with me.

“A fine specimen, sir. Definitely worthy of the title: Queen.” I took her hand and kissed it.

“Isn’t she just, Mr. Anderson?”

I watched as Mr. Lloyd helped a second woman down the stairs. Shorter and more slender than Charlie, she was bound, her features and body concealed by latex. She moved slowly, blindly. All that was visible was a mane of silky black hair. I threw a questioning look at the Commodore.

“For your final test,” the Commodore told me, seriously for once. “I have decided that it will be tomorrow.”

I stared at the girl, wondering, for a long moment. She seemed a bit smaller in the chest than I preferred, but her slender legs and unmistakable youthful air made my cock twitch in anticipation.

“How exciting,” Charlie said, “and mysterious.”

—

The lonesome stretch of beach was bathed in darkness under a moonless sky, making it nearly impossible to see anything.

I felt rather than heard the sound of feet approaching in the sand.

“I’m glad that you showed, Evan.” It was a soft, but recognizable, voice.

“Donna,” I said. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

The nearly invisible brunette moved to stand beside me. Her presence, her silence, I found suddenly alluring. I wanted nothing more than to take her — to violate her right there. “Sometimes, I come out here for nightswimming. Just myself and the waves. It’s dangerous out there in the darkness, just as it’s dangerous where you are, Evan.”

“What danger are you referring to?”

“The kind that arrives in beautiful packages. The kind that you don’t pick up on until it’s too late…”

I was silent.

“Do you understand, Evan?”

“Not quite. I don’t understand why.”

“You showed me mercy where none was shown before, Evan. It made me feel… well, it was more than I could have hoped for. I don’t expect you to understand what that means to me. I only want to return the favor. That’s all.”

Donna kissed my chest, warm lips against my cool skin. I felt her brush against me, and realized then that she was nude. I felt her hot breath upon me, felt it drift down my chest, as she knelt in the sand — felt it heat my cock as her lips engulfed my hard shaft.

My mouth fell open.

“Fuck,” I groaned as she slid up and down, taking an additional inch of me with every stroke until I was all the way inside. She pulled up, lips on the very tip of my cock, and ran her tongue in swirling strokes over the head.

I couldn’t see her, but I felt every move she made.

Back down upon me, she took me in deep, owning me in her feminine but very controlling manner. A long minute passed, as her tongue, mouth and throat worked around me. And then she pulled back, aspirating upon me — a hot breath flecked with saliva.

Reaching down, I gripped her hair and pulled her head back.

My cock slapped upon her chin and I rubbed the head over her lips. I thrust forward as I pushed her down, taking her throat completely. I shafted her aggressively for long minutes, thrusting and holding, thrusting and holding, then thrusting some more, until finally I erupted in her mouth. I pulled out and heard her gasp and pant around my semen.

Overbearing her, I forced her into the sand and lay atop her slim body.

“His spies are everywhere…” she whispered.

“Would you choose me over him?” I asked, softly.

She hesitated, drawling in a sharp breath. I could hear the fear in her voice as she panted. “I don’t want… I can’t make that decision, Evan,” she said. “Please, don’t…”

“Would you choose me?” I demanded.

There was silence for a time, until: “Yes.”

I ran my hands down the sides of her face, kissed her lips. I kissed deeply, dueling with her tongue, long and passionate. Then I moved inside of her and for a long time brought cries of passion to her lips.

Chapter Nineteen – Spy Snuffing

Charlie cried out as I thrust deeply inside her and emptied myself.

“Oh, god!” she said as she came down. “Oh, fucking god! Oh, fuck, you’re unbelievable, sir! Oh, yes… fuck yes…”

I rolled off of her and she turned onto her side — laid one fabulous leg over mine. Her perfect breasts heaved after our exertion. Smiling, she played with my chest hairs as she slid the leg up and down my body. Up and down. Up and down.

Her eyes penetrated mine.

“Umm, nice…” she cooed. Up and down her leg moved.

She waited until my hand rested on her leg, then: “God, I’m thirsty!” she said. “Are you?”

“Mmm,” I murmured.

She leaned over and kissed my lips. “Stay here. I’ll get us something, baby.” She stood, paused for a moment — silhouetted in the door — then left.

I stared at the dim light on the ceiling, then —

Silently, I followed her into the kitchen and watched as she prepared two drinks. She removed a vial from behind the wine rack and opened it. She dropped a few drops into the glass and then stoppered the vial.

“A masterful role,” I said, from behind her, “I must admit.”

Charlie jumped and spun. “Oh, god, Evan! You startled me!” She tried to hide it behind her back, but I reached down and tore the vial from her grasp.

“Suspicion is a unique ally,” I said. “It makes one see clearly what would otherwise be hidden.”

I tensed and Charlie spun, reaching for a carving knife. I grasped her by the hair and wrist, slammed her into the counter and fell to the floor on top of her. Twisting the knife from her tight grip, I punched her in the face: a stunning blow. I then reversed the knife and thrust it into her side.

Charlie howled, penetrated by my blade.

Wrenching it out, I hurled it across the kitchen in a spray of blood.

Charlie cried out: “Oh, god! God, please! I’m sorry, Evan! Please, let me explain?” Writhing upon the floor in agony, she pleaded for her life.

“That’s right,” I said. “I am your fucking god! But begging won’t help you, bitch.”

I slapped her, snapping her head back. Gripping her hair, I pulled it back further. I punched her in the throat.

Charlie gagged and gasped for air.

Snatching a towel from the counter, I twisted and wrapped it about her neck. Tangling the ends about each other, I cut off her breathing. Looking up at me, her eyes showed desperation at her predicament, and horror at her presumed fate. I felt her nails bite as she tore desperately at my arms and neck, but I held tight as she slowly weakened and finally passed out.

She was limp against me and I realized that I was hard again.

Pulling up her empurpled face by the neck and holding her head against the cabinets, I thrust my cock between her lips, all the way back into her throat. Gasping in pleasure, I thrust in deeper.