Club Fatale, Pt. 9 - Sex Stories

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, ...