The Society

The Society

 

An Erotic Novel of BDSM

Elliot Silvestri

 

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

 

The Society

 

Copyright © 2023 Green Bush Publishing

 

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A Green Bush Publishing Book

 

The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.

 

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

 

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Chapter 1

 

“Would you rather go golfing or on a wine tour?” Ophelia asked Jackie.

It was early in the morning. The resort hotel should still have been quiet. It was not. Too many of the old men from the company’s on the annual summer retreat were in ridiculous outfits and carrying golf bags.

“I’ve never golfed in my life,” Jackie honestly replied.

“Wine tour it is.”

Ophelia knew what she was doing. She had been going on this annual retreat for too many years. Jackie had only been hired a few months earlier and been assigned Ophelia as her mentor. Ophelia considered it a stroke of good luck. Jackie was practically straight out of college, young, attractive, and maybe a bit naive. Ophelia didn’t feel exactly old next to her, but she saw what she used to be.

“I’m not a big drinker…”

“You can stay here in your hotel room, but I promise you that there is nothing going on here until the evening. Hell, the pool doesn’t get decent light until the afternoon.

Jackie found herself in the back of the courtesy vehicle the resort supplied to them. The driver was an older gentleman who seemed he should have already retired. Maybe this was his new job that got him out of the house and away from his wife.

“I would have driven,” said Jackie.

Ophelia just shook her head as she peered out the window at the passing pine trees. June was barely summer in upstate New York. It was still beautiful up here. They were out of the trees in short order and heading down a long, winding driveway in no time.

“We’ll be blitzed by the time we’re done at the winery. The hotel will pick us up. This is safer.”

Jackie knew she wasn’t going to embarrass herself. Not at a work event. Not at 9am. She wasn’t in college anymore. She was an adult.

 

By noon Jackie’s head was spinning. Everything that Ophelia said was hilarious. She knew she was drunk but didn’t care. Ophelia was very good at talking her into drinking.

Plus the wine was very good.

Their driver on the way back to the hotel wasn’t the gray-haired retiree. He was a handsome and young, very young, college student working a summer job. Jackie found herself staring at his forearms as he drove the big vehicle.

“I love his forearms,” she whispered in Ophelia’s ear.

She wasn’t as quiet as she thought. She saw the driver’s grin in the rear view mirror.

“Big forearms means a big cock,” Ophelia replied just as loudly.

How they managed to get to their rooms Jackie couldn’t figure out.

“Get your swimsuit and meet me down at the hot tub,” Ophelia instructed her before they opened their doors.

“Not the pool?” Jackie’s head was spinning less. Or at least she felt it was less.

Ophelia made a face. “Still too cold out for a proper swim. Hot tub. They’ll even bring out lunch to us.”

Jackie was worried about the suit she had with her. It was a two-piece, but very modest. It was more an athletic racing suit than a proper bikini. She had spent her college years running track, but poorly. She still tried to run every day and knew she had the body for the suit, but was it appropriate for the occasion?

She added a modest robe over the suit. Just as she was heading out the door, her phone buzzed.

 

Ophelia: Where are you

Ophelia: Im waiting      

Ophelia: At the tub

 

Jackie hurried down. It wasn’t until she was approaching the spa area that her head started to clear. What was she doing?

She convinced herself she was having fun.

The outdoor spa area of the resort was almost a complex in and of itself. There was a large swimming pool, a sun deck, a small kiddie pool, and behind a screen of plants and a fence was the hot tub. No one was on the sun deck or in the pool. She presumed everyone was out golfing or whatever. It was only noon and the company that employed Jackie and Ophelia had taken over the entire hotel.

She wobbled behind the privacy fence to discover Ophelia was already in the hot tub.

The older woman was lounging with her head back, but the moment Jackie walked around the corner, Ophelia opened her eyes and looked directly at her mentee. Jackie felt like Ophelia was giving her the once over but there was no sign of approval or disapproval from her.

“Hop in. I’ve already ordered lunch. It should arrive shortly.”

The water was bubbling from the water jets. The air was only slightly chill. Jackie kicked off her sandals and dipped a toe in the water. As promised, it was hot. She shucked her hotel-supplied robe and eased herself into the water.

Ophelia watched the entire time.

“It’s hot,” Jackie said unnecessarily.

“It’s supposed to be.”

They sat in silence for a moment. Jackie was nervous for some reason; Ophelia didn’t seem to have a care in the world.

Only after leaning her head back on the padded edge of the tub, did Ophelia speak again. “This is supposed to be a working vacation. I’m supposed to mentor you and make sure you understand how everything is supposed to work at the company.”

“Right. I knew that,” Jackie burbled.

“That’s all bullshit. The executives come out here to golf and fuck escorts.”

Jackie just blinked.

Ophelia raised her head. “Does that shock you?”

“Uh…no. Lots of older white men golf.”

Ophelia gave her a lop-sided smile. “I meant the escorts part.”

“It probably should, but I’m too drunk to care.” She blinked. “What about the…uh…the female execs?”

“They golf and fuck escorts as well.”

Jackie didn’t know what to say to that.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Ophelia asked, changing the subject. “I know you aren’t married or engaged. Or at least you aren’t wearing a ring and you didn’t put anything about a significant other down on your company profile.”

Jackie briefly wondered how much access to private information Ophelia had, but then answered. “No. No boyfriend at the moment. I was seeing a guy…but we broke up a few months ago. It wasn’t really serious anyway.”

“Good. What about a girlfriend?”

Jackie briefly blushed, but she was already red and sweating from the delayed effects of the wine and the heat from the tub. The bubbles and heat felt good against her skin. “Uh…no. I’ve only ever dated men.”

Ophelia opened her eyes and looked at Jackie with a predatory grin. Before she could say anything else, a hotel employee rounded the fence carrying a tray of food. He placed it on the small table next to the tub.

“Is one of you Ophelia?” he asked.

He was gorgeous. White shorts just tight enough to outline his muscular thighs. Hotel employee shirt just tight enough to show off his chest. His forearms were incredible. Jackie had a thing for men’s forearms; his were tanned and just muscular enough to appeal to her. He had a winning smile and shaggy hair. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses.

“I am,” said Ophelia.

“I need you to sign for this,” he said.

“Of course.”

He could have knelt down and offered her the pen and ticket on the clipboard, but he had played this game before with female hotel guests. He stood and waited. Sometimes he had to wait too long and he was forced to kneel down, but not this time.

Ophelia stood up in the tub and was halfway out onto the deck using the set of built-in steps before Jackie realized her companion was naked.

It was a surprise to the hotel waiter as well. His eyes went big and he mutely held out the clipboard for Ophelia. She took her time. First she dried her hands on a conveniently placed towel, gave him a smile, looked over the ticket, carefully signed it, and then handed it back to him.

“My room number is on the bottom,” she said.

He normally just got to leer at women in their bathing suits; sometimes he was lucky enough to see a woman in a bikini. This was a first for him.

“Th-th-thank you,” he stuttered out and then hurried away.

Ophelia looked down at Jackie who was looking up at her. She had a hip cocked to the side and selected a piece of fruit from the tray. “Think I gave him a little thrill?”

Jackie nodded. “More than a little.”

“He’s going to run to the employee locker room and beat off,” she declared. Ophelia seemed to be in no hurry to return to the tub.

Jackie couldn’t avert her eyes and though she didn’t want to look like she was leering, she inspected every inch of Ophalia’s body.

The older woman had full breasts, no sign of tan lines, and wide hips. She had removed all of her pubic hair, leaving her sex fully exposed. Jackie forced herself not to stare at the little gold ring at the top of Ophelia’s slit. While getting out of the tub Jackie had seen a tattoo on her right buttock, but her skin was otherwise flawless.

“Hungry?” Ophelia asked.

Jackie nodded, not willing to thrush her voice right then. Ophelia was pretty, but her body and her attitude suddenly made her beautiful.

“For lunch or for me?”

Jackie flushed bright red and averted her eyes. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” She took the tray of fruit and finger sandwiches off the table and placed them on the deck at the edge of the tub. “I enjoy being looked at.”

“I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to wear a suit.”

Ophelia pointed at one of the nearby chairs. Her suit had been placed on the seat. “You weren’t supposed to know. But I like being naked. And you should take yours off now.”

Once more Jackie blinked at her mentor. “You’re kidding, right?”

Ophelia gave her a dead-eyed stare. “No.” She took the two steps back to the tub and slowly started descending into the water. “Are you afraid or ashamed of being naked?”

The question posed as an accusation prickled at Jackie. “Neither.”

She knew she was being goaded and pressured into removing her suit, but she also reasoned that Ophelia was hot tubbing naked and it must be acceptable. Or maybe it was expected.

Standing up, Jackie hooked her fingers under her top and tugged it upward. Since it was wet, it was a little difficult to get it off. She had only average sized breasts and the suit’s top was designed to stay on with elastic and pressure, but it was still a struggle.

Tossing it aside, she met Ophelia’s gaze. The older woman was carefully evaluating her. Jackie realized she didn’t mind the inspection.

Pulling her bottoms down was easier. They weren’t designed to be sexy. They were more like shorts than a bikini bottom and came off without a struggle. She turned them inside out as she removed them, dropping them on the tub’s concrete deck before she sat back down into the water, but she did it slowly enough to show she wasn’t ashamed of her body.

“You are a lovely body,” Ophelia complimented her.

“Thank you.” She lifted her chin and tried to adopt a snide attitude.

“You should remove your pubic hair,” Ophelia continued. “You’re a little out of control down there.” She described an authoritative arc in the air with her finger.

Jackie was done blushing. “I trim, but I haven’t had a boyfriend in a while. No one to keep things neat and tidy for.”

“About that…”

“Yes?”

“Are you looking for a boyfriend?”

Jackie didn’t answer right away. The tub’s warm water bubbling over her skin was much nicer now that she was naked. She trailed her finger against one of the jets and wondered what it would feel like having that strong a water current against her pussy, her clit.

“Maybe not right now.”

“A girlfriend?”

Jackie giggled. “No. I don’t think so.”

“Are you looking just for sex then?”

The question wasn’t what Jackie was expecting. The conversation had so quickly turned from work and wine when they were on the tour, but now it was all sex.

“Uh…I’m not sure.”

“You’re young, pretty, and sexy,” Ophelia declared. “Please don’t tell me you’re asexual or have so much anxiety that you can’t enjoy sex.”

“I enjoy it,” she angrily replied. “I’m just taking a break and focusing on my career for the moment.”

“You just graduated college,” Ophelia pointed out. “You don’t have a career yet. And it’s naive of you to assume that sex and your career are exclusive of each other.”

“I have no intention of sleeping my way to the top.”

Ophelia suddenly moved across the tub. The two women were right next to each other. “Good. Because women who try that are labeled whores or escorts.”

“But not the men?”

“They get the label as well. You have to know who to fuck and when and how.”

“Are you going to tell me who and when and how?” Jackie asked. She was nervous, but she didn’t know why.

“I can…if you want.” She tilted her head to the side. “Do you want me to?”

“You’re my mentor…”

“That I am.”

“If I was going to fuck someone to get a quick promotion, who should it be?” Jackie asked.

“One of the VPs,” Ophelia answered. “Doesn’t matter which one. But you’ll be labeled a whore and that will be your last promotion.”

“So what do I do?”

“You choose your partners carefully. I can show you which one.”

“Who should be the first?” Jackie couldn’t believe what she was saying.

“Me.”

That wasn’t the answer Jackie had expected. “You?” she spluttered.

“Yes. I’m not going to set you on the smart path unless I know you’re any good when it comes to sex.” Ophelia paused and tilted her head the other way. “Are you any good when it comes to fucking?”

“Yes.” What other answer could she have said?

“How do I know?”

“There’s no way, I suppose.”

Ophelia shook her head. “No. There’s one way.”

She moved again. Suddenly Jackie realized Ophelia was half squatting over her, knees on either side of her legs on the bench. The warm water was making her dizzy when it was combined with the wine she had drunk that morning. Ophelia’s face was inches from hers. “Did you want to fuck that waiter?” she asked. “I wanted to fuck him.”

“Yes…”

“Would you want to fuck him with me?”

Jackie’s heart was racing in her chest. It was pounding so fast and hard it was painful.

“Yes…”

“Would you want to fuck me without him?”

“Yes…”

Ophelia leaned in and kissed her.

Her lips were soft and insistent. Without thinking about it, Jackie parted her lips to allow Ophelia’s tongue to explore her mouth. Then Ophelia’s hands were on her breasts, lightly pinching and holding her nipples. She wasn’t exactly sitting on Jackie’s lap—the water was giving her too much buoyancy for that—but their bodies were touching.

This was no casual or friendly kiss. Jackie didn’t know what to do with her hands and kept them at her sides even though she wanted to embrace Ophelia and feel her skin under her fingers.

Ophelia broke the kiss. “I want to take you to my room and fuck you.”

Jackie nodded eagerly.

 

 

Chapter 2

 

They had slipped on their robes and walked to Ophelia’s room carrying their wet suits in their hands. Jackie was terrified they would be stopped and questioned—and at the same time she wanted to be stopped. Her pussy was faintly throbbing in anticipation.

Was she really going to do this?

At what point would they stop?

Was it wrong?

Inside Ophelia’s room the older woman drew her into the bathroom for a quick shower to wash away the chemicals from the hot tub. More kisses were exchanged, but these were almost chaste compared to the other one and Jackie was suddenly convinced Ophelia was just teasing her, playing a twisted game. They were just friends who were a little too drunk.

After toweling off, Ophelia grabbed her hand and brought Jackie into the hotel room proper. She pushed Jackie down onto the bed and crawled on top of her, kissing insistently.

Jackie hadn’t been this nervous and excited about the possibility of sex since her senior year in high school when she ended her virginity at her then-boyfriend’s house in the basement guest room while his parents were sleeping upstairs.

Jackie didn’t know how to tell Ophelia to stop and—truth be told—she didn’t want Ophelia to stop.

Ophelia’s kisses moved from Jackie’s lips to her neck and then to her breasts. Jackie shivered as Ophelia sucked on one nipple while pinching the other. It occurred to Jackie that this was not the first time that Ophelia had gone to bed with another woman, unlike herself.

It was good that they were both fully naked because Jackie was certain she wouldn’t have been able to undress herself, let alone another person, in the heat of passion.

Then Ophelia’s face was between her legs and she licked and sucked Jackie’s vulva and clit.

“Oh god!” she burst out.

Ophelia wasn’t deterred. Maybe she was encouraged. Over the next five minutes Jackie received the best cunnilingus she had ever had in her life. Ophelia didn’t just use lips and tongue; she used lips, tongue, a bit of teeth, her fingers, her chin, and her entire face.

Jackie never considered herself a prude or frigid. She liked sex and could orgasm with the right stimulation and circumstances.

When she came from Ophelia eating her pussy she saw flashes of white and stars.

Ophelia was holding her as she hyperventilated. When had that happened? Breathing was difficult and she felt light-headed and dizzy.

“Shh, shh, shh,” said Ophelia over and over. “You’re going to be okay.”

“Wha-what happened?”

Ophelia laughed a little and then said, “I think you came pretty damn hard and passed out.”

Jackie put a hand over her face. “I’m so fucking embarrassed. I didn’t do that, did I?

“Well, you did something.” Ophelia ducked her head and gave Jackie a light kiss. Jackie tasted herself on the other woman’s lips. It was vaguely arousing.

“I’m so embarrassed…”

“It’s fine. It’s actually a bit of a compliment…or maybe it’s been a while since you’ve had sex?”

Jackie gave her a weak smile. “Maybe both?”

“Good. I’ll take that. Would you like some water?”

“Please.”

Ophelia slipped out of bed and took a cold bottle of water from the minibar. Either she didn’t care about the cost or knew that the company would just pay it. Even so, it seemed extravagant to Jackie. She still drank the water, though. It was cold and refreshing and exactly what she needed.

There should have been some concern from Jackie when Ophelia rejoined her in the bed, but Jackie was strangely at ease with being naked with the other woman.

Being naked and having sex.

They were silent for a minute and Jackie tried to relax. In that minute she realized that while she had climaxed, there was still a need gnawing at her, a lust that wouldn’t go away, a curiosity she had to satisfy.

Maybe Ophelia sensed what Jackie was feeling. “Do you want to keep going?”

Nervously Jackie wet her lips. “You mean keep having sex?”

Ophelia nodded and gave her a small kiss. “Yes. I was hoping that you would return the favor?”

It was one thing to drunkenly fall in bed with another woman, Jackie reflected, but it was another entirely to have full-on sex with her. It was a definite step toward…what? Jackie didn’t want to disappoint her mentor, friend, and new lover. How bad could it be? Lots of men—and some women—enjoyed it.

“Sure.”

Ophelia smiled and they kissed and kissed again.

As they played, Jackie reflected that sex with a woman was much, much different than with a man. Her skin was much smoother, almost like silk. Her flesh was soft; there were no hard muscles or sharp, angular bones. Everything was slower and more deliberate.

The sensation of having another woman’s nipple in her mouth was intriguing. Her belly was soft and lovely and as she made her way down to Ophelia’s sex she mentally prepared herself for something she never imagined she would ever be doing.

As she passed over the gentle bump of Ophelia’s pubic bone and moved to her mons, she realized that the older woman didn’t just shave off her pubic hair. It had either been waxed or removed some other way. There wasn’t a hint of hair in her pubic triangle or between her legs. Her skin was baby smooth and it fascinated Jackie. More fascinating was the small gold ring through her most tender flesh. It was a simple loop connected by a bead. The ring itself was no larger in diameter than Jackie’s pinky finger.

Her mentor opened her legs for Jackie and the younger woman and didn’t want to disappoint her new lover. Ophelia’s pussy was lovely with her outer labia swollen in anticipation of what was to come and her inner lips projecting pinkly from within.

First, she licked to see what would happen. Ophelia shivered in response. Her taste was sweet and acidic at the same time. Very strong. And very enticing. Her flesh was soft and hot. Ophelia’s piercing was a hard contrast to the soft flesh. Going from there was easy. She simply did to Ophelia what she liked having done to herself. She added in things she had wished others would do to her.

Ophelia was vocally appreciative throughout. This did much to encourage Jackie to finish off Ophelia. She lost track of time. It seemed to take forever to make Ophelia cum. Her jaw and tongue were getting tired. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the older woman cried out and, with thighs trembling, came from Jackie’s attentions.

This made Jackie laugh. She looked up at her lover, Ophelia’s thighs draped over her shoulders, and, after a moment’s respite, the older woman met her gaze.

“You know how to eat cunt,” said Ophelia.

Jackie was briefly thrown by Ophelia’s crude language. “Thanks. It was my first time.” She giggled a little at the realization. “Wow. My first time.”

“First time with a woman?”

“Yeah…”

“And how old are you?”

“Twenty-four.”

Ophelia shook her head slowly. “By the time I was your age, I had fucked at least two women.” She rolled her eyes. “And too many men to count.”

Jackie didn’t know how to reply to that.

“Let me have some of that water,” said Ophelia. “Are you tired?” she asked after sipping from the bottle.

“A little.”

After glancing at the time, Ophelia said, “We have plenty of time before tonight’s dinner. Let me teach you a few things.”

“Teach me…what?”

Ophelia showed her. She had brought along not one, but two vibrators. Everything that Ophelia did to her was exciting and fresh. Getting kissed and fingered wasn’t new to Jackie—more than one man had done that to her—but from a woman it was different. Never would Jackie have considered herself attracted to a woman or even bisexual, but somehow Ophelia was convincing her that this was not a mistake and she wanted to keep doing it.

Two hours in bed left them exhausted and covered in sweat and each other’s amrita. Jackie had lost track of how many times she had cum.

“We need to get ready for dinner,” said Ophelia.

“Uh-huh…or we could get some room service, eat in, and have more sex.” She surprised herself at how eager she was to continue on with the discovery of her Sapphic side.

“Get up out of my bed, put on your robe, go to your room, shower and dress, and I’ll be your date for dinner,” Ophelia promised.

“Uh…only if you tell me about this sexy little tattoo you have,” said Jackie, running her fingers over her partner’s shapely buttock, tracing the outline of the complex floral and geometric shape inked into Ophelia’s skin. She wanted to ask about the piercing as well, but found she lacked the courage. Yet.

Ophelia carefully paused and then answered. “It’s the token of my master.”

Jackie blinked. “I’m sorry…your master?”

The older woman gave her a confident kiss. “I have a…complicated relationship with a man. We play a game of master and servant. I’m his submissive.”

Her eyes large as saucers, Jackie listened and managed to ask, “And you let him tattoo you?”

“Well, an artist he hired, but yes. I’m very submissive when it comes to sex.”

Maybe that explained something about the ring in her vulva. Jackie couldn’t stop thinking about it, the metal that rested just above Ophelia’s clit.

“Uh…what we just did, it didn’t feel like you were submissive at all.”

“I have to tell him everything I did this weekend. Don’t worry. I’ll leave your name out of it.”

A little thrill passed through Jackie. She imagined what it would be like for Ophelia’s lover to know about her.

“Are you really going to be my date at the dinner?” Jackie asked nervously.

“We’ll go together,” Ophelia promised. “Afterwards…I promise you’ll have a good time.”

 

Back in her room Jackie wished she had brought a sexier anything along with her. Dress, shoes, stockings, lingerie. She had a business appropriate dress, plain stockings, practical pumps, and utilitarian underwear and bra. Somewhat in desperation, she rushed down to the resort’s store and found it completely useless. It had some swimwear and sportswear, but nothing that would qualify as sexy.

In desperation, she approached the young woman at the counter.

“I have a date tonight and I want to wear something…special for him.” It wasn’t an outright lie, but the girl didn’t need to know everything about her private life.

“There’s a store in town that could help you.”

“I don’t have a car. I drove in with friends.”

“They’ll deliver. There’s a fee. Give me your sizes and what color you want.”

“Nothing slutty,” she cautioned the girl, pulling out her debit card. “Sexy and classy.”

“Of course.”

A little more than an hour later they delivered a discrete package to her hotel door. The panties were pink and high cut. She didn’t normally wear a thong, but this seemed to be the right time. The bra however…no matter how many adjustments she made, it just did not fit. The cups were far too big; normally she was a B, but these B cups were huge. Jackie rejected the idea of asking Ophelia for help. She wanted this to be a surprise for her new lover.

Since she was already taking a risk, Jackie tried on her outfit and decided going braless was not only an option, but a viable one.

 

The business dinner, like everyone she had ever been to, was boring and tedious and drawn out. Ophelia had met her outside the ballroom and had briefly held her hand while walking it. Jackie hoped they looked like good work friends rather than new lovers. They were seated together at a table that seemed to be a mix of new hires and their mentors.

Awards were given. Speeches were made. The food was bland. Finally the formal ceremony was over and some mingling was expected. Ophelia took her on a whirlwind tour of the room, introducing her to everyone. Jackie couldn’t remember a single name. It seemed like the men were all middle aged or older and were white and overweight…except for the few that Ophelia indicated to Jackie were important. The women she met merely gave her a dismissive look, shook her hand, and moved on.

Jackie told herself the reason she couldn’t remember a single person’s name was because Ophelia was too beautiful and distracting. She was wearing a purple dress that shimmered in the correct light. Her large breasts were mostly hidden by the dress, but being a few inches taller than Ophelia, Jackie was able to look down and see a bit of cleavage. She wanted to tell Ophelia that she was braless and wearing sexy panties for her, but it didn’t seem an appropriate topic for the dinner and she also wanted it to be a surprise to her lover.

Eventually they managed to break free of the ballroom and Ophelia drew her to the elevators. Jackie barely waited long enough for the doors to close before she was kissing the older woman.

Ophelia broke the kiss. “Wow. I know what you want to do.”

“Uh-huh,” said Jackie. She saw her lipstick in the corner of Ophelia’s mouth but said nothing. They’d soon be alone and in private.

It seemed like the elevator was taking forever. Not wanting to get caught, Jackie turned around to face the doors but grabbed Ophelia’s hand. Then she noticed the second to top floor had been selected. That wasn’t the floor their rooms were on.

“Where are we going?”

Ophelia gave her a smart smile. “You’re going to have another new experience.”

She led Jackie down the hallway, looking at the door numbers. The first thing that Jackie realized was the doors were further apart on this floor. The rooms were bigger.

Arriving at the right door, Ophelia knocked and smiled at her companion.

“What are we doing?” Jackie asked. She was suddenly nervous about what was expected of her. It wasn’t accurate to say she had no idea what was about to happen; she had some idea. That made her nervous and excited.

Ophelia gave her a confident smile. “Just play along and have a good time. You wanted to get laid, right?”

Before Jackie could reply, the door opened. The man standing there was tall and handsome. He was definitely approaching middle age, maybe forty with just a touch of gray at the temples.

“Hello, ladies,” he said.

“Hi, Jimmy,” Ophelia replied, pushing her way into the room. As she passed by him, she gave Jimmy a kiss on the cheek. “This is Jackie. She’s…new.”

“I like new things,” he said.

Jackie followed Ophelia inside. Maybe this was dangerous; maybe this was going to be fun. Jimmy was wearing a button down shirt and trousers that would seem completely in place in a business meeting. While he was handsome, he was unremarkable. A bland, forgetting face that was mildly pretty.

“New doesn’t mean virgin, Jimmy.”

“I should hope not.” He held out his hand to Jackie. “Pleased to meet you.”

She shook his hand. It felt like a business meeting. “Hello.” She looked to Ophelia. “What are we doing here?”

The other woman gave her a lop-sided smile. “I told you she was new, Jimmy.”

Jimmy hadn’t let go of her hand and suddenly pulled Jackie in close. “You’re here to fuck me.”

Jackie gasped and tried to pull away. He was strong. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to pull away. His face was close to hers. He could have kissed her, but he didn’t.

“Don’t scare the girl,” Ophelia said.

“I would never.”

“Why don’t you get your cock out and we’ll give you a blowjob and see how things go from there?”

Jimmy released Jackie and took a step back. “I’m just going to guess things will go well.” He started stripping. Jackie just watched. Ophelia was unimpressed. It only took him a few seconds to remove his clothes. For an older man he was well-built with good muscle definition. It was obvious he had been an athlete when he was young and maintained himself.

Unable to help herself, Jackie looked at his cock. It was soft and unimpressive in size. His body hair was trimmed back, not removed, but styled to an esthetically pleasing look.

When Ophelia got on her knees in front of him, it struck Jackie that they were still dressed while he was naked. Not that he had anything to be ashamed of. Ophelia took his cock in her hand and gave the organ a little kiss. Glancing to Jackie, she patted the carpeted floor with her hand. “Join me.”

Jackie did. She knew what was expected of her. She wanted to see how far she was going to go.

From inches away she watched as Ophelia put Jimmy’s cock in her mouth and started sucking. He responded with a soft moan and by growing a little. It was the first time Jackie had seen a blowjob like this close up that wasn’t video porn. After a few seconds, Ophelia backed off. “Here. You suck his cock. I’ll suck his balls. We’ll have him hard in no time.”

Jackie had a slightly slutty phase in college, but never had she gone from meeting a guy to sucking his cock in less than a minute.

Still, she gamely did what Ophelia asked. The response from Jimmy was tremendous. In no time at all she was sucking a hard cock and struggling with Ophelia to move effectively in the tight space.

“She’s a good girl,” Jimmy said, lightly resting his hands on Jackie’s head, guiding her. Ophelia took a break from her oral ministrations. In the slight pause Jackie realized how much she had enjoyed sucking off Jimmy, a complete stranger to her.

“She is. Would you like to fuck her?”

“Of course.” He pushed Jackie off his cock. “Let’s see her body.”

Before Ophelia could get to her feet, Jackie urgently whispered in her ear, “Are we escorts? Whores?”

Ophelia smiled and giggled at her. “Of course not.” She stood up. “Strip. Show him your beautiful body.” She helped Jackie to her feet.

Before Jackie knew what was happening, Ophelia was tugging down the zipper to her skirt and Jimmy was pulling at her blouse. It only took a few seconds and she didn’t resist and then she was essentially naked. She still had on her thigh high stockings and her panties, but they were next to nothing.

“No bra?” Ophelia exclaimed but her tone implied she knew that Jackie hadn’t been wearing one all night. “You slut.” Jackie’s arms crossed in front of her chest to hide her breasts. It was an automatic reaction.

“I like slutty girls,” said Jimmy, taking her wrists and pulling her arms away to reveal her chest. “Small, but pert.” He glanced at Ophelia. “Nothing like your big tits.”

“Do you want to fuck her?”

“I’ve got a hard dick, so yes.” He grabbed Jackie and pushed her to the bed. “Hands and knees. I want to take you like an animal.”

Without thinking, Jackie started to remove her panties. Jimmy slapped her hand away. “Leave them on. It’s sexier that way.” He pulled the crotch to the side, exposing her wet pudenda. His fingers explored her. “She’s eager.”

“She’s young and horny,” said Ophelia.

Jackie didn’t know why she was being silent. Oddly, she realized she wanted this: to be treated this way and to be fucked by a near-stranger.

Jimmy’s finger pushed into her pussy. She inhaled sharply but found she liked the penetration, the violation of her body.

“I was going to make you eat her cunt,” Jimmy said with some disappointment. “But I guess I can just fuck her this way.”

“Go ahead,” Ophelia encouraged him. Jackie felt like she didn’t have any agency at the moment.

Then his hands were on her hips and his cock was probing at her entrance, but it was Ophelia, right there next to them, that guided his cock into her pussy.

From how she was positioned on the bed Jackie could see Ophelia’s reflection in the mirror over the low dresser. She was sidled up to Jimmy, kissing him.

It hadn’t been anything that had interested her before, but seeing Ophelia now, this was exactly what Jackie wanted: to be fucking a man with another woman.

Keeping her panties on while having sex was annoying because of the way they pulled at her flesh, but it was undoubtedly sexy at the same time.

Ophelia moved from kissing Jimmy, sliding her hand along Jackie’s back, to kneel next to her. “Is this good?”

Jackie nodded. “Yes.” She moaned. “It feels fucking good.”

“Are you going to cum?”

“Not…not yet.”

“You need to cum first.”

“I’m going to fuck the both of you!” Jimmy declared. He punctuated each of his words with harder thrusts.

Ophelia gave her a kiss. “I know you can cum for me.”

Jackie nodded and focused. Doggy wasn’t her favorite position but Jimmy was filling her nicely. It wouldn’t be hard to cum. She just needed to let it happen.

“Let me help you,” said Ophelia. Her hand went under Jackie’s belly and found her sex.

A little gasp escaped her lips as Ophelia started to rub the clit.

“Fuck yeah,” Jimmy commented.

Jackie looked at Ophelia and awkwardly reached out for her, trying to catch her face. Ophelia leaned in and the women kissed again.

“Keep kissing her,” Jimmy encouraged them. “I’m gonna make her cum.”

It was true. Jackie was overwhelmed and with Ophelia’s help she climaxed loudly. As she came Jimmy slapped her smartly on her ass, spiking the orgasm. The pain made the pleasure more intense.

“Good girl,” Ophelia complimented her.

The words were almost as good as the orgasm.

“Would you like to fuck me now?” Ophelia offered Jimmy.

He shook his head. “No. I’m going to make her cum again. But I want to see her eat your cunt.”

With a nod, Ophelia moved to obey. She had already kicked off her heels and so only had to shimmy out of the purple dress. Jackie saw her companion, in contrast to herself, was wearing a bra but no panties. She was also wearing thigh high stockings; apparently that piece of lingerie was mandatory for what they were doing.

It took no time at all for Ophelia to move onto the bed, get in front of Jackie, and slide down so that her pussy was under Jackie’s face.

Jackie knew exactly what to do. She was now familiar with Ophelia’s sex and she wanted to do this. Eating out the other woman with her pierced clit was the perfect distraction while getting fucked by Jimmy. Focusing on something else would delay her second orgasm.

She was wrong. Though she put her all into pleasuring Ophelia, Jimmy’s cock was too much of a distraction. She had to pause and breathe heavily as Jimmy made her cum again, this time repeatedly spanking her ass as she announced her second climax with a high-pitched whine.

“She’s a good slut,” Jimmy declared.

“Fuck…” Ophelia moaned.

“Move aside,” Jimmy ordered Jackie. “I want to fuck Ophelia.” He shoved aside Jackie and started moving toward Ophelia, spread-eagled as she was on the bed. Jackie didn’t know what to think; she felt abandoned. “Did she get you wet for me?”

Ophelia bit her lip. “Why don’t you find out?”

His cock easily slid inside her. “You’re a moist bint, aren’t you?”

“Always for you,” replied Ophelia while wrapping her legs around his waist so he could penetrate her more deeply.

It didn’t occur to Jackie until that moment that perhaps the two had a real relationship. They obviously knew each other but maybe there was something else between the two.

“Your neophyte fucks well.”

“She does,” Ophelia agreed.

“Needs to shave her cunt.”

“She…uh…does indeed.”

“Will she last?”

Ophelia grabbed Jimmy’s face between her hands. “At least as long as me,” she said with a kiss. “Make me cum.”

Jackie watched in awe as they rutted hard and fierce. It was Ophelia who came first, but Jimmy finished seconds later, pumping his cum into her sex.

The couple laughed and kissed as their climaxes faded. Jackie watched them and realized that there was much more to their relationship than was evident on the surface.

“Did you enjoy that, my sweet?”

“Very much. It was lovely.”

“What about the slut you brought me?”

They both glanced at Jackie.

“What about her?”

Jackie found she liked being called a slut. It was true enough.

“Will we be keeping her?”

Underneath him, Ophelia shrugged. “Let’s ask her.” She turned to Jackie. “Do you want to stay with us?”

Confused, Jackie said, “You mean, overnight? Here?”

“I mean…we’re not done having sex, right?”

Jimmy heaved himself off Ophelia. “I want to watch the two of you together.”

“Sure,” said Jackie. She was eager to do anything with Ophelia.

Grabbing her, Jimmy pulled Jackie over to the older woman. “I want to watch you eat her cunt.” He was rough and insistent. Getting manhandled in the moment appealed to Jackie.

The next thing she knew, her face was being shoved between Ophelia’s legs. She understood what Jimmy wanted. If he had asked her, she would have happily eaten out Ophelia. He didn’t have to abuse her.

“You like eating cunt, slut?”

“Uh-huh,” she managed to answer before licking Ophelia’s pussy.

She was hot and weeping amrita. It was the same combination of sweet and acidic from before, but now was added to it the alkaline chemical flavor of Jimmy’s cum.

Jackie didn’t find it at all off-putting. She licked up the combination of juices that were on Ophelia’s lips and then sucked on her clit, enjoying the contrast of the gold ring in her mouth, before slipping a pair of fingers up inside Ophelia’s pussy, scooping out more of Jimmy’s leavings.

Ophelia moaned prettily as Jackie ate. Jimmy watched with approval.

“She’ll do, won’t she?” he asked.

Ophelia only nodded before she came.

Jackie felt quite proud of herself.

 

 

Chapter 3

 

Monday morning Jackie had to pretend the retreat at the hotel never happened. She looked at herself in the mirror when she got out of the shower and didn’t recognize herself. Her appearance was exactly the same as it had always been, but she wasn’t the same person.

Hurriedly she dried her hair without looking in the mirror. She applied a minimum of makeup, using the tiny mirror she kept in her purse so she wouldn’t have to see her whole face.

The office was much as it always was on a Monday morning. She greeted the usual people, glad to see them in their proper places and not out of context in a hotel. There were a few faces she recognized from the retreat, but they either didn’t acknowledge her, or didn’t remember her, or didn’t see her. That was fine with Jackie.

If she forgot about everything from the retreat, she would be happy. She kept trying to remember if Jimmy had ever been in the office or if he worked somewhere else.

The morning was half gone before Ophelia appeared in her cubicle. At that moment Jackie would have been happy not to have a mentor. Her face flushed bright red with the memories of what they had done in the previous days.

Ophelia saw the blush but kept her professional demeanor. “Quick meeting in the south conference room in ten minutes.”

Before she left Jackie was certain Ophelia had given her a wink.

Jackie checked her outfit before she left her cubicle. Professional dress. Boring. Black suit with a white blouse. Boring undergarments underneath.

But she couldn't stop thinking about Ophelia’s pretty pussy that was hairless and pierced.

Walking into the conference room, Jackie expected there to be a few people, but it was just Ophelia. The room could easily hold a dozen bodies.

“Am I early?”

“No. It’s just you and me.”

That confused Jackie. “Why don’t we do this back in my cube, then? Or yours?”

Ophelia smiled. “Because we can’t do this where someone will walk in on us.” She locked the conference room door.

Jackie became nervous. “What’s going on?”

The older woman had a plain manila folder with her. She gestured to one of the seats. “Please sit down, Jackie.”

Apprehensively, Jackie seated herself in the chair at the corner of the table. Ophelia took the seat diagonal to her. She placed the folder on the table but kept her hand on it.

“Did you have a good time at the retreat?”

Unable to help herself, Jackie blushed. “Y-yes…but I was sort of hoping all of that was sort of like a ‘whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas’ situation.”

Ophelia shook her head. “Only if you want it to.”

Tilting her head to the side, Jackie said, “What do you mean?”

“It could have been just a wild weekend that will be a smile on your lips when you’re an old woman, maybe a secret you’ll share with a lover down the road…or it could be the start of something else.” Ophelia kept her voice neutral.

“Something else?” Jackie wanted to know so much more but was afraid to ask.

“Yes.” She waited expectantly. This was part of the ritual, the game, the initiation.

“Does it have something to do with your tattoo?”

A small smile crept across Ophelia’s mouth. “That’s…related. It has more to do with my piercing.”

She didn’t say it aloud, but Jackie knew she was referring to the vertical clitoral hood piercing Ophelia had. Unable to help herself she had investigated exactly what needed to be done to wear one. The information had scared and excited Jackie.

“What exactly?”

Ophelia knew she had hooked Jackie. It was just a matter of pulling her all the way in.

“You saw the emblem on my ring, didn’t you?”

Jackie blinked. “No.”

Ophelia briefly frowned. “What I’m about to tell you, you cannot repeat to anyone without express permission.”

“Is this like the stupid secrets college sororities have?” As soon as she asked the question, Jackie was embarrassed at how stupid it sounded.

To her good fortune, Ophelia took the inquiry seriously. “Not exactly. Sorority secrets are mostly bullshit and games. This is more serious. It’s a lifestyle choice that can do a lot for your career, but you have to be the right person for it. I’m naturally submissive when it comes to sex.”

“I never would have guessed!” Jackie exclaimed. “You were so…forward with me.” Her face turned bright red again.

“I was doing what I was told to do. It’s complicated but when I’m told to do something when it comes to sex, I’m happy to do it. It’s fucked up, I know.”

“Okay, I’m lost now.”

“As you know, I have a master.”

“Right, Jimmy.”

Ophelia shook her head. “No. He’s just one of my lovers. One of the people my master has told me to have sex with. But Jimmy is part of the Society.”

“The Society?”

“We don’t have a name for it beyond that. If you give it a name, it takes away the mystery.”

“So what is it?”

With a rueful chuckle Ophelia said, “A game. A sex cult. A group of swingers. Subrosa erotica. Fun and games.”

“I think I understand.” Jackie was just going along; she was just as confused now as she was at the start of the meeting.

“Good. We’re always looking for new members. The right members. You passed the initial screening—”

“What we did at the retreat?” Jackie interrupted.

Ophelia was annoyed at the interruption. She sighed. “Yes.”

“Is the company part of this Society?”

“Not exactly. A lot of employees are members but we don’t discuss it at work.”

“We’re at work right now.”

“Sometimes exceptions have to be made. The long and the short of it is we’d like to extend an invitation to apply.” She looked down at the folder.

Jackie’s heart thumped in her chest.

She was scared. Excited. Worried. Thrilled.

In college she had participated in sorority rush events, and had even received a couple of bids from different sororities but had ultimately decided it wasn’t the life for her. This seemed much more intriguing. It had more to do with sex and less to do with community service and getting drunk.

When she reached for the folder, Ophelia pulled it back. “I need to ask you a few questions first.”

“Okay…”

“Are you sexually submissive? Do you like to be dominated in bed?”

While Jackie had always enjoyed sex, she had never really thought of herself in that way. Maybe she was. But she knew the correct answer. “Yes. I like being told what to do. I like it when the man…the other person I’m with takes control.”

“Are you straight, lesbian, bi, or something else?”

“Uh…you and I had sex,” she said, dodging the question.

Ophelia shook her head. “I don’t mean who you’ve had sex with in the past. I want to know how you see yourself.”

Lying wasn’t a good idea, Jackie told herself. “I’m straight.”

“And yet you had sex with me,” Ophelia pointed out.

“Bi?”

“Are you asking or telling me?”

“I…I don’t know.”

“Are you willing to have sex with men, strangers you don’t know?”

Jackie thought about Jimmy. “Yes.”

“Women?”

There was just the hint of hesitation from Jackie. “Yes.”

“Others?”

Jackie didn’t want to imagine what that meant.

“Yes.”

“So you don’t know what you are?”

“I always thought I was straight, but I’ll enjoy sex with anyone,” Jackie said boldly.

“Open-minded?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” She opened the folder to display a paper that looked exactly like a job application. Embossed in a light gray across the paper was a stylized rose image. Taking a closer look, Jackie saw it wasn’t just one piece of paper, but several, all stapled together.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“Application.”

Jackie blinked. “I need an application to join?” She giggled nervously. “And on paper? What is this, 1995?

“Nothing online because of privacy concerns. It’s too easy to steal information from a computer. Weirdly, paper is more secure. Less convenient, but we’re not trying to recruit a hundred people for a job opening. This is a one-on-one personal touch application.”

She slid the folder over to Jackie and handed her a pen. “I need you to fill this out.”

“Can I just take it with me and give it to you tomorrow?”

Ophelia shook her head. “No. I have to watch you fill it out and I need to take it from you. Here and now.”

“But I’m working on that project for Ingersol right now.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll show you the code to put on your timesheet. No one will question it.”

Jackie had her doubts, but decided to go along with it. Turning the paper toward herself she saw it started off exactly like every job application she had ever filled out: name, address, email, phone. She paused when it asked for her social security number.

“Problem?”

“It’s asking for some…personal information.”

“Yes. You’re going to be doing personal things with our members. This is all about trust. If you don’t trust us, we can’t trust you.”

Jackie thought about the risk and the reward. She put down everything it asked for.

When she got to the section where most applications asked for job and educational history, she instead found a lot of probing questions. Some were interesting, some were boring. She skipped over the duller ones, but paused at the more interesting questions.

 

8. Sexual orientation:

12. Number of sexual partners:

Male:       Female: Other:

16: Have you ever paid for sex?

17: Have you ever accepted money for sex?

18. Age of first sexual experience:

21: Sexual orientation:

23: Do you identify as dominant or submissive or switch?

26: Have you participated in bondage?

27: Have you participated in S&M in any manner?

30: Have you had anal sex, giving or receiving or both?

32: Have you ever been recorded on video or film in a pornographic performance, either for money or personal use and enjoyment?

35: Do you smoke or use nicotine products?

35a: What format and how often?

36: Do you drink alcohol?

36a: How often and how many drinks?

37: Do you use marijuana (either smoked or in any format)?

37a: How often and how much?

38: What mind-altering drugs have you used?

 

Jackie didn’t have a problem with any of the questions until she had gotten to the ones about drugs. She answered truthfully about alcohol and tobacco but paused on the others. “I don’t use drugs,” she said.

“Now or ever?” asked Ophelia, looking bored.

“Ever.”

“Then put that down.”

“Am I going to be expected to use drugs?”

“No. It’s actually frowned upon.”

“What about the pornography question?”

“What about it?”

“I’ve never done porn…but I always thought that maybe one of my boyfriends in college…maybe he recorded us a couple of times.”

“So it was done without your knowledge or consent?”

“Right. But I only have a suspicion. I broke up with him for other reasons.”

“That would be revenge porn. Don’t worry about it. Any other questions?”

“Umm…the application asks about porn and other stuff…but it doesn’t ask about other things I did in college.”

Ophelia’s eyes narrowed. “What did you do in college? The application is pretty comprehensive.”

“To make some money I did…well shit.”

Ophelia turned the page over and indicated a space. “If there’s relevant information, you should put it here. You wouldn’t be the first person in the society to have done sex work in college. And after college.”

“I wasn’t a prostitute!” Jackie protested.

“I didn’t say you were.”

“I posed nude for some art classes!”

That information surprised Ophelia. “Oh. That’s…new. And interesting.”

“I’m sure there are paintings, drawings, and sketches of me out there. Nude ones.”

Gazing at her levelly, Ophelia said, “I wouldn’t worry about that.”

“Okay. That’s good.”

“Fill out the last page.”

Once more Jackie paused. “This is asking for personal references.”

“Don’t worry. We aren’t going to tell them what this is for. They’ll just think it’s for a new job.”

Jackie pulled out her phone, wrote down the names and phone numbers and addresses the application asked for. When she was done and had signed the form, Ophelia took it from her, stuffed it into an envelope, and sealed it.

“What now?” asked Jackie.

“I send it in. We’ll hear from them in about a week.”

Jackie extended her hand. It was shaking. “I’m so nervous my hand is shaking,” she laughed anxiously.

Ophelia took Jackie’s hand between both of her own. “You have nothing to worry about. I know you and I know most of what you already put down. This is merely a formality.”

Jackie laughed again. “That’s what I’m nervous about.”

“One more thing,” said Ophelia. She stood up and wiggled her hips, pulling her knee-length skirt up her thighs and over her hips.

Jackie just watched, not knowing what else to do.

Under her gray skirt Ophelia wore black thigh high stockings and a pair of black panties. Moving like this was the most normal thing in the world to do, Ophelia then pulled down the silky panties, exposing her pussy and the gold ring.

“What do you see?” asked Ophelia, pushing her hips toward Jackie’s face.

“Your pussy.”

“My cunt, you mean,” Ophelia corrected her.

“That’s… a little vulgar.”

“We call it a cunt.”

Jackie nodded. “Yes, I see…I see your cunt.”

“Not my cunt. My ring. Do you see the bead?”

Jackie squinted and peered closer. The captive bead that held the ring closed and in place was etched with a tiny rose. “I see a rose.”

“Good. It’s important to always carry a symbol of the Society on you. That’s the first lesson you’ll learn. You can’t wear it yet because you haven’t been accepted.”

“Makes sense.” Jackie looked nervously at the closed blinds to the conference room. The door was locked but anyone could walk in if they had the key.

“Lick it.”

“The ring?”

Ophelia laughed. “No. My cunt. Make me cum.”

Jackie didn’t know what to do. She just sat there and stared.

“What are you waiting for?” Ophelia prompted her. The older woman seated herself on the edge of the table and showing a surprising amount of limberness, lifted her leg over Jackie’s head, placing her still shod feet on the arms of Jackie's chair, her legs spread wide, displaying her pussy.

“Here? Now?” This seemed like an incredible risk. But then again, Ophelia had said there were members of the Society in the company. The door was locked. The blinds were closed.

Jackie realized she wanted to do this. The risk was part of the fun. What would the reward be?

“Yes. Here. Now.” She looked down at Jackie. The older woman’s makeup was perfect. Jackie wished she had the same skill in applying her face. Her lipstick was bright red. Redder than made sense. “If you refuse…is there any point in me submitting your application?”

Jackie leaned forward and licked Ophelia’s vulva. It was warm and perfectly smooth. The soft flesh was delightful and it was wonderful when her tongue found the little gold ring.

The little shuddering moan from Ophelia encouraged Jackie. She knew the older woman wasn’t going to reciprocate, not here in the office, but still Jackie wanted to do this. Eating the other woman’s pussy was turning her on and as she continued the cunnilingus she started to worry that her pussy would get too wet and show through her pants. Or maybe she’d have to get herself off in the bathroom.

The situation must have been exciting to Ophelia as well. She braced herself on the table with one hand and kept the other on the back of Jackie’s head, directing her. Her position was one of a precarious balance on the table with her feet on the chair’s arms. It would be difficult to explain this as a workplace injury if she fell.

That turned out not to be a problem. With Jackie’s ardent attention, making Ophelia climax wasn’t that difficult.

“Very good,” Ophelia complimented her after she regained her breath.

“Thank you.”

“Move aside.”

Jackie did as she was told and Ophelia carefully placed her feet on the floor and then picked up her panties, pulling them on before lowering her skirt. She was flushed in the face and neck from her orgasm and she fanned her face to cool off. Pointing to the little puddle on the table she gave Jackie another order.

“Clean up this mess. Wait here a minute after I leave, then return to your cube.”

She quickly comported herself and then walked out the door after unlocking it.

Jackie found paper towels in the supply cabinet in the room. She wiped up Ophelia’s leavings and wiped her face. She’d reapply lipstick back at her desk.

On the way back to her desk she wondered what the hell she had gotten herself into.

On her desk was an interoffice envelope. These were familiar to anyone who had worked in an office for more than a day. Opening it she found a short note from Ophelia.

 

Come to this address at 7pm tonight. Do not be late. If you can’t make it, your application will not be advanced.

 

Jackie appeared at the address at the appointed time. The house was in the middle of suburbia and while nice, was bland. She was a bit jealous; the house was much larger than anything she had lived in while growing up.

Her roommates, both of them, had questioned why she was dressing up to go out on a Monday night. She avoided the question and implied it was just a business dinner. Neither of them believed her because her dress was too sexy for a business meeting.

Ophelia opened the door wearing nothing more than a slip dress. It barely reached the top of her thighs. Jackie wondered what would have happened if someone else had been at the door.

“Come in and meet my master, Jackie.”

She turned around to lead the way inside the house. The slip dress didn’t fully cover her ass.

Jackie followed.

The man in the living room was not Jimmy. For some reason Jackie had convinced herself that Ophelia’s master was Jimmy, the man they had fucked together during the hotel retreat.

He was not.

But he was cut from the same cloth. Tall, handsome, brown hair and piercing green eyes.

“Take off your clothes, get down on your knees, and suck my cock.”

 

-2-

Chapter 4

 

The order was shocking and abrupt.

Jackie had prepared herself for that. Still, it was difficult to deal with especially when Ophelia was there, just behind her master, watching.

“Do it,” said Ophelia. “This is part of the process.”

Jackie realized she didn’t know the man’s name. This was the next step, she supposed. Before Ophelia all her lovers she had known well before she slept with them. Ophelia she had only known a few weeks before they had sex. With Jimmy she got a quick introduction and then nothing more.

Now with this man, she was going to fuck him without knowing his name or anything about him other than he was Ophelia’s master.

Jackie reached over her shoulder and unhooked the single button at the back of her dress. From there it was easy to pull over her head. Underneath she wore thigh high stockings, a pair of too-small panties red that barely covered her mons, and an equally tiny bra with demi cups that threatened to expose her nipples. Of course they were already partially visible through the thin material already.

The bra she pulled off without unhooking it. Her tits were small and it was expedient to do it that way. Ophelia’s master nodded in approval while examining her chest.

She hooked her thumbs into her panties and pulled them down, carefully stepping out of them and kicking them aside. She stood in front of the two for a moment, displaying herself and a confidence she didn’t fully feel.

“Her cunt hair isn’t what you promised me,” the man said to Ophelia.

The other woman’s lips twisted into an annoyed smile. “She’s done some trimming and shaving since I last saw her. Haven’t you, Jackie?”

Jackie nodded. “I wanted to be more like you.” She had shaved the sides of her pubic hair, forming it into a tight wedge. She had also trimmed the length but had been afraid to remove it all entirely. She had never done that. It seemed too bold a step but she knew it was going to happen.

“I like it. I like it when I fuck a cunt and I know it’s not yours,” he said to Ophelia, pulling her to him and giving her a kiss.

Jackie started to roll down her stockings, but he stopped her. “Leave them on. I like the look and feel of them. Take off the heels, though. I’ve been jabbed by too many pairs of fancy shoes in my life.”

It was easy to slip off her shoes. He walked up to her, put his hands on her shoulders, and for the briefest of seconds she thought he was going to kiss her. Instead he pressed down, indicating she should kneel.

As she did so, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He was soft and his manhood was pink and lovely. It was odd to see it pulled out like that, sticking out of his pants like he was going to urinate. A thrill of fear passed through Jackie as she realized that he might want to do that to her. He was otherwise dressed and was acting like this was a perfectly normal thing to do when meeting someone for the first time.

“Suck him off,” said Ophelia, taking a seat on the couch next to where they were standing. Her eyes were bright with anticipation. If this was her master she apparently had no trouble with other women having sex with him. It was obvious she liked the idea.

Jackie showed no hesitation. She had come this far and wanted to see how far she would actually go. She had given plenty of blowjobs in her life. What was one more?

She liked the way his cock was warm to the touch and started to rise the moment he was in her hand. It took little effort for her to get him hard. Jackie realized he probably had a kink for having sex with women he didn’t know. Or maybe this whole ritual was his kink. It was impossible to say. Maybe Ophelia had tricked her into doing this and getting younger women to fuck men she knew was a kinky game she played. After all, Jackie had no real evidence that this Society existed at all.

“Come here,” Ophelia’s master said to her.

She obeyed, getting off the couch and standing in front of him, just to the side of Jackie who continued to use her mouth on his hard cock.

He pushed her slip dress off her shoulders, letting it slide down her body and onto the floor. Now naked, she didn’t move as he took her large tits in his hands.

She made a soft whimper as he took her nipples between his thumb and finger. Ophelia kept her hands by her side as Jackie watched out of the corner of her eye. Ophelia resisted as long as she could and then moaned louder, before finally twisting her body out of reach of her master.

Looking up, Jackie saw him frown angrily. “You know that’s not acceptable.” He pushed Jackie away from him and tucked his cock back into his pants but didn’t bother zipping up.

“I’m sorry,” said Ophelia who had a worried expression on her face.

“To the room,” he ordered her. “Jackie, come with us.” He didn’t give her a choice. He grabbed her hand and dragged her as Ophelia raced to through the house.

By the time Jackie was pulled into the room, Ophelia was bent over a bench in a space that could only be described as a sex room. There was a bed, some bondage equipment, a pair of cabinets, some moveable lights and a tripod, and a variety of sex toys laid out on a low table along the wall. It was a repurposed bedroom; that was obvious. Ophelia’s slip dress was pulled up over her hips, exposing her soft white buttocks.

Dropping Jackie’s hand her master went to the wall, removed a paddle, and walked behind Ophelia. “Are you ready for your punishment?”

Ophelia’s voice trembled. “Y-y-yes.” Her legs, though not supporting her body, were shaking.

Jackie knew that some people liked to play with spanking and pain along with bondage and discipline and other extreme sexual behaviors, but she had never seen it in person before. Up to this point in her life her only experience with it was a few weak spankings during sex with a couple of different boyfriends.

Ophelia’s master—and presumably lover—hauled off and spanked her on her bottom so hard that the impacts sounded like gunshots to Jackie. She jumped each time the wooden paddle met soft flesh. Ophelia screamed each time she was hit. Jackie hoped that the walls were soundproofed and the house was far enough away from the neighbors.

She couldn’t have gotten more than a dozen spanks from the paddle but by the end of the ordeal, Ophelia was crying loudly, and tears were running down her face. It had only taken a few seconds but already welts were rising on her soft buttocks. They were bright red. Jackie trembled with fear.

What had she gotten herself into?

Turning, Ophelia’s lover looked at Jackie. He gestured to her. “Come over here and feel her.”

On shaky feet, she did as she was bade. He grabbed her wrist and brought her hand down to Ophelia, pushing her legs apart, and making her touch the other woman’s pussy.

Much to Jackie’s surprise, Ophelia was soaking wet. Her pussy was hot. At the slightest rub, Ophelia moaned. Jacke was familiar with that sound.

“Keep going. Make her cum.”

Jackie kept rubbing Ophelia’s clit. She couldn’t look at him and Ophelia stared straight ahead at the end of the bed. The noises from her varied from whimpers of pain to moans of pleasure. Behind her Jackie sensed the man was undressing.

“Make her cum and I’ll fuck you.”

At this point Jackie was certain nothing would stop Ophelia from cumming. It only took another minute and then Ophelia’s limbs were trembling with pleasure this time. The sounds she made weren’t all that different from the ones she made after the paddling.

Ophelia’s lover pulled Jackie to her feet and grabbed her hand to suck her wet fingers. He then all but threw her on the bed. He was naked now, his cock still hard from the fellatio she had given him. Or maybe he was hard from paddling Ophelia. Maybe both.

He forced her onto her hands and knees on the bed. Getting behind her he shoved his cock between her legs but missed the entrance to her pussy. Not wanting him to get upset, she reached down and grabbed his manhood, guiding it back to her pussy.

She was alarmed at how wet she was. He entered her easily.

“Good cunt,” he grunted as he grabbed her hips and started fucking her.

Jackie turned her head and looked at Ophelia who was watching them. It was impossible to read her expression.

Getting fucked by a man who she didn’t know was more pleasurable than she would have guessed. Anonymous sex was something that apparently appealed to Jackie; that was something she just learned about herself.

He was good at fucking. That only made sense. Jackie didn’t understand what was going on but allowed herself to be used. The orgasm that washed over her was unexpected. Her lover finished inside her a moment later. He grunted low and loud, concluding the session with a thrust accompanying every grunt.

After pulling out, he wiped his cock on her ass and pushed her over so that she was on her back. Jackie thought it was because he wanted to look at her.

She was wrong.

“Clean her up, then you’ll be rewarded,” he said. He was talking to Ophelia.

The recently paddled woman crawled up on the bed and put her face to Jackie’s sex. She licked at the younger woman’s slit and sucked on her pussy, removing the amrita that had moistened her lips, but more importantly she consumed the cum that her lover had left behind.

Ophelia kept her eyes closed and refused to look at Jackie.

Jackie watched the man who had fucked her. He went to the wall and hung up the wooden paddle and took down a small whip. It was a short wooden handle with a half dozen leather straps, each thinner than a pencil, attached to it.

“Is she clean?” he asked after a minute.

Ophelia lifted her head and nodded. “Yes sir.”

“Lay on your back.”

Jackie was certain she was going to witness more physical abuse of her coworker. Or maybe it wasn’t abuse; Ophelia wasn’t complaining and went along with what he wanted.

She didn’t know what to do when he pressed the whip into her hand. “Use it on her tits. I want to see if you have any natural talent.”

The whip felt odd in her hand though it seemed to be perfectly sized for her. The handle was slightly curved for her fingers. Each leather thong was a foot and a half long, dyed black.

“What…what do you want me to do?”

“Whip her tits,” he ordered. “I’ll tell you when to stop.”

Ophelia looked at her but there was no fear or anger on her face. Her hands, however, gripped the sheets on the bed.

Jackie didn’t know what to do. She hesitated for a long moment…and then she brought the falls of the whip smartly down on Ophelia’s exposed abdomen.

Ophelia gasped at the unexpected blow but managed not to move from her position on the bed.

“On her tits,” Ophelia’s lover said softly, instructing her.