Well, I am settling into suddenly being wealthy. My favorite uncle gifted me more money than I can count. A little family fucking actually paid off. However, being rich can still be a burden. You need to hire people to manage your money. You must be more mindful of responsibility and be generous as it relates to humanity in general. You must pay people to care for the new extraordinary beach home and its pool and grounds. You start a trust for the homeless and hungry in your town and that must be managed by a board that you chair.
Shopping takes up a lot of time and the personal fashion advisor must be paid. Membership at the fitness club allows for a better feeling and a firmer body overall. A personal trainer is another expense. A look in the mirror reflects an image of vitality and sexiness. Money sure can improve your looks.
So, why am I bored? Because there's very little excitement in all that. There is not enough music and people mixing. I miss touching and being touched by people and laughing out loud over drinks. There's not much sex either. So, l have to have an energy injection. I need to be told that I'm smart and beautiful. I need to feel wanted. I need to dance. I need some dick.
So, I share some of these thoughts with the firm that manages my money, and they assign someone to search for a good opportunity. My only request was that it involve music and people.
Now comes an offer to purchase an upscale steak house in a good part of town. The name is Beef on the Beach. Interesting that it's only open for dining three days a week from 6 PM to 10 PM. Clientele are the wealthiest around. Their reputation is impeccable. Staff and equipment all stay in place.
A meeting is being held to view the facility and the staff. The manager and chef are damn near famous around here. Someone else to pay. They turn out to be everyday people though. Both are from Europe somewhere. The restaurant portion of the building is marvelous, well-appointed and spacious with a dozen private cubicles that can hold up to eight diners. A somewhat small dance floor is used to accommodate twenty or so. The music is soft and slow, consistent with the image intended. Very nice. I like it.
But then comes the surprise, another and separate area altogether. On Saturday night this area is open from ten PM till sunrise. It is an event venue intended for the ladies, primarily and has a separate entrance hidden from public view. It is members only and boasts a roster of 200 high class uptown bitches.
Members are allowed one guest and it is well known that the guest is always someone other than a spouse or partner and not always male. It is also known that the real reason for the name Beef on the Beach is that the entertainers are male strippers. Every evening ends up with a live sex show between a stripper and a selected member. A name or names get drawn from a hat and the selected members are announced right up front, so the excitement can grow during the show.
The business all started here and was so profitable that the restaurant was added at the insistence of the members. Again, there are private cubicles if desired, but tables and chairs also are arranged around the stage in the middle of the room. A demo of the sound system sold me on the idea. The music is driving and upbeat, the bass can be felt in the chest and prompts some little moves from me as we all get caught up in the vibrations.
All this is orchestrated by the den mother, a retired stripper herself, named Queenie. She controls the entertainers and the members. Nothing happens without her consent.
This all sounds very exciting so I give the go ahead for the purchase with the stipulation that all the staff get a hefty raise. I don't want to have to break in new people. It's up and running several weeks before I can visit, but Queenie contacts me and wants me to come meet with her. So, I drop whatever I'm doing to go down to see her. She greets me in the parking lot and escorts me to her office.
Queenie has been around the block a few times. She appears to be in her sixties and dresses much like a gypsy with lots of make-up and beads and bangles. Attractive in a scary sort of way. "First, Ma'am I want to thank you for retaining me and for the raise". "Please, just call me Angel." "Okay Angel. I need to know if I am to continue my role or is there another approach you wish to take? I'm asking because I haven't seen or heard from you." "Oh, I've just been busy, all wrapped up in being the newly rich", I joked. "At the moment I don't want you to change a thing. The place is making a shit load of money. I just need to be involved but on the sidelines. I want you to have full authority to run the show and to speak for me in all business matters."
'I am very curious as to how you can get all these uptown bitches to fuck in public!" Queenie laughed the laugh of a joyous person and said, "I can explain. I am originally from New Orleans; my family was from the Caribbean and have practiced voodoo for centuries.
I have simply, one by one and without their knowledge, put a spell on each and every one. I interview each prospective member and if I find them acceptable, I apply the spell during the interview without their even knowing. They go about their days as usual but on Saturday night they become like nymphomaniacs! As a group, they all accept it and all are respectful of the others. I want to invite you to the next show so you can see how I run things and to let the staff know that you are involved." "Okay, I will be happy to come this Saturday night."
"Wonderful", she said, and she moved around to my rear and put her hands on my shoulders and leaned down to whisper. "Before you go I want you to meet our main attraction. His name is Blue and he's from the islands. He lives here and never leaves except to go to the beach. I to warn you though, he's a mute, stricken from birth." "Great, I would love to meet him." "Good. His suite is just down the hall. He's expecting us."
Through an unassuming door off the hallway, we enter what looks like the inside of a desert tent, a harem-like area. Standing under a light in the middle of the room, smiling as a greeting, stands the most imposing human being I have ever seen. He must be almost seven feet tall. He is dressed in a royal blue satin robe with gold fringe on the cuffs and collar. His hair is a rich auburn color and thick, falling to his shoulders. His skin is the color of coffee and cream. Eyes that are brown are piercing as he takes me in, looking me up and down.
He holds out his hands as if for inspection. They are very feminine looking with long tapered fingers and manicured nails with royal blue polish. His robe falls open to reveal a sturdy chest with tufts of curly black hair and half dollar sized dark brown nipples. Absent a voice, he nods and smiles. A remarkable smile that captivates me. I feel welcome in his presence.
Queenie says to him, "Blue can you show Angel why you are such a star?" He nods, with a slight bow and opens his robe with both hands spreading it like a cape to reveal his equipment, a very long uncircumcised snake of a dick. The foreskin is overly plentiful and makes it look even longer. There are no signs of veins but his dick has a certain texture to it that's unusual. His dick is much darker than the rest of his body and with my gaze, it begins to move on its own.
My breathing becomes difficult as he begins to come erect. His long slender fingers wrap around the shaft and he lifts it for me to see. His other hand cups his sac as he pulls back the foreskin and the head pops into view. He's so tall that this giant dick is at my eye level. I am looking right into the end of it as a dollop of precum oozes out. He spreads it over the head of his dick and slowly jacks himself off for me and it is mesmerizing. Too long and heavy for a really hard erection, the head sort of dances in the air as he strokes it for my pleasure.