How Polygamy Begins – 6 - Sex Stories

How Polygamy Begins – 6

... Milan and have a few hours of shopping. Then, in the late afternoon, Jeff would fly us to Venice, where we would spend the night and Christmas Eve before returning to the Chalett that night. Mom booked the presidential suite and two connecting junior suites on the Grand Canal at the St. Regis Venice.

In Milan, we got to 10 Corso Como, and Mom pulled out a stack of credit cards with each girl's name on one. She handed them out and said, "Marry Christmas Girls. There is $5,000 on each card, and I expect you to spend every dime. Now, come with us, and we'll show you how it's done. Connie had my arm as the girls started to walk.

Mom turned and put her hand on my chest, "Where do you think you're going, mister. Girls club, no boys allowed. Go with your Dad and Angus, and have fun."

Connie gave me a puckered lip as Mom took her arm, and off they went.

Dad, Angus, and I walked in the opposite direction and ended up in front of a red door. Dad gave a knock, the door opened, and we were greeted by an elegantly dressed woman. "Ciao Bello, Come Stai"

"ciao Maria, è passato troppo tempo, come stai?" My Dad responded.

Maria kissed my Dad on each cheek, and Angus and I followed him in. We entered a small parlor, and Maria greeted Angus as an old friend. Then stood in front of me, "And who do we have here?"

"Maria, allow me to introduce my son, Jason."

"Ciao Jason, you padre speak very highly of you," said Maria. Then she kissed me on each cheek.

"Ciao Maria," I ...

... replied.

Maria opened the door to another room and escorted us in. An exquisite room that reminded me of the old private men's clubs. I found out a short time later that was exactly what this was. It was decorated with mahogany wood walls, brown leather chairs, and a red carpet. A bar with only the finest liquors and wines. It was for the uber-wealthy, and membership was by invitation only. Dad and Angus often met high-end clients here.

There were a number of elegantly dressed women serving the men. There was very little communication between the men and the servers; the servers knew exactly what to bring each man and when. "What is this place, Dad?"

"It's part of the Heritage Club International, an exclusive men's club with locations worldwide. Membership is by invitation only and costs One Million U.S. Dollars to join. Angus and I are both members and use the locations to meet high-end clients."

"Are the women escorts?" I asked.

"Not in the traditional sense, Son. They are all highly intelligent women, most with advanced degrees, and are great conversationalists. They are not asked or expected to perform services beyond servicing the member's general needs, conversation, and the occasional shoulder rub."

Angus said, "They are not permitted to form relationships with members outside of the club and will be fired if they do. Inside the club, they can get as personal as both parties wish, but no money is exchanged for any service."

"These women are all paid ...