Meghan
It was time for him to get a lot of practice in. Up to now I'd really been focusing on getting his mind-set away from the awful things he'd ingested through this family and schooling, to get him relatively comfortable with the idea that sex is meant to be fun - not the first stop on the road to purgatory. He needs to work in The Lotus.
Jeremy
I got one of the typical Meghan phone calls: "come over to my place, now." Miss Manners at her peremptory best.
When I got there Elizabeth was stretched out on one of the sofas, barefoot in jeans and a t-shirt . Meghan, who'd shown me in said: "photo session," and led the way out onto the balcony. There she proceeded to take photos of me, with no explanation of course. That done she went back into the condo and said: "strip." By now, I was used to her odd ways and relatively comfortable with taking my clothes off around her and Elizabeth. And, of course, I knew better than to argue. I stripped.
"Do him," said our mistress, and Elizabeth obligingly stood in front of me and started to fondle by cock. I, of course, promptly got hard. "OK, back off." Elizabeth moved away and as I stood, slightly red-faced and rigid, Meghan knelt down and took photos of my cock. This was pretty weird, even by her standards. That night was clearly all business because instead of involving me in some sex play Meghan simply told me to go to the bathroom and jerk off - and make sure I didn't leave any mess. At least she let me jerk off. After that, she told me to leave and that she'd be in touch.
Meghan
The Lotus is an exclusive, private club for women that my late husband bought about fifteen years ago. I inherited it. In essence, it's a sex club, but that's too crude a description. It's a club that offers wealthy women the opportunity to have discreet and fun sexual adventures in comfort, safety and style. I stress 'wealthy' because the club is not cheap - the membership initiation fee is $100,000 and the monthly dues are $8,500. There is a member limit of one hundred and fifty and we have a long waiting list.
Club employees are split into two groups. The first does the administration and service roles - book-keeping, cleaning, bartending, that kind of thing. The other group, who we call our 'escorts' are there to provide sex and are chosen for their attractiveness and sexual skills. We change the escorts fairly frequently to provide the members with variety. To ensure our supply - and we never have less than fifty on the books at any one time, we have arrangements with agencies in Bangkok, Paris, Buenos Aires, Rome, Los Angeles and New York. They are all wannabe actors and actresses who have no problem fucking for money.
Members can also bring in their own guests - male or female - provided they can vouch for their manners and their health. For this they have to pay an additional fee.
The club is housed in a four storey brownstone townhouse, plus a basement for the admin and service types, with each floor having, roughly, some theme or purpose. On the first, or ground, floor there are four suites each of which has a small complex of massage, sauna, steam, table-wash and changing rooms. Here individuals or couples can have any variation they can think of in terms of a massage spa experience - this was where I had taken Jeremy soon after I met him.
On the second floor is the main bar, which has both a regular bar, for people to schmooze and drink. The bar also has a row of four-person booths. Also on the second floor are four bedrooms, featuring king-sized beds, and ensuite bathrooms.
On the third floor are two mini-theaters, designed to allow an audience to watch sexual acts on a central stage - this is where we took Jeremy when Armando put on his act with Elizabeth. In addition there are four more bedroom suites and, finally, a small movie theatre, seating may twenty, that shows the live footage of people in the various rooms of the house. This is so people can watch others having sex in the club. The common areas are all live footage and each bedroom and sauna room has a live, multi-angle camera set-up which members can turn on or off depending on whether or not they like to exhibit - which is, probably, about twenty percent of the members.
The top floor consists of large room with numerous couches and cushions and, surrounding it, ten small bedroom suites. This is the cruising zone. People who want sex go here and either use the large room, if they want to exhibit, or the small rooms if they don't.
On both the second and fourth floors - the bar and the cruise zone - club employees, known as 'escorts' are available for members. The mix and type varies, but in general, on any one night, we always have ten to fifteen men on hand and about up to ten girls, of which Elizabeth was once one before I took her for my private use. The members decide what the mix is. Each of those escorts is available for sex with members and each is rigorously and frequently tested for STDs. Members can, and frequently do, book and reserve favoured escorts - like I did with Armando. The escorts are paid by the club and no tipping is allowed.
For members' eyes only, there is an online database of escorts. This contains photos, of course, both clothed and naked and details about the person - age, place of birth, education, etc., together with commentary on their sexual and sensual skills and specialties and, finally, the dates and times they are available. Members can use this directory to select an escort, either by direct reservation or as an aide memoire if they are cruising. The photos I took of Jeremy were intended for this database.
Finally, each member's interests were carefully recorded and tracked so that escorts could be properly briefed on what was expected.
Jeremy
"Come over here, now," says she-who-must-be-obeyed. And I did.
"Have you enjoyed our little sessions?" She asked.
"Yes."
"Of course you have," she responded with a slight, somewhat sarcastic, smile, "would you like to explore a little more?"
Knowing her propensity for the bizarre, I thought that at some level I would undoubtedly regret my decision but, nevertheless, said, again, "yes."
"Good. Then let me tell you what we're going to do." And she proceeded to explain what The Lotus was all about. At the end she said: "we're going to let you try being an escort for a while, so you gain experience. What do you think?"
What I thought was that I was horrified. I had visions of me having to loll around naked and have a bunch of elderly women check me out and demand weird sexual things from me. But, on the other hand, the idea of being a sex object was kind of appealing. Jeremy the stud. "Um, would I, like, have to, like cruise the halls or something?"
"Very witty. No, what I have in mind is training you. I want to build your confidence and improve your pathetic skills, so 'cruising' is not on the cards. At least not for a while. What I see you doing is being made available for reserved appointments only. We'll see where you go from there."
Meghan
I could see that he was clearly interested but also scared. I guess it's quite a step going from being a mousy little accountant to being a boy-toy. At least he wouldn't be a prostitute; nobody was going to pay him a dime.
My thought was to put him in the database with limited availability and stress that he was almost a virgin, had little or no sexual experience but, as they could see from the photos, was physically attractive and the owner of a splendid cock and set of balls. Several of the members would go for the equipment alone, but many would relish the idea of innocence. There is something wonderful in the concept of corruption.
