As I walked down the dark hallway I could hear moaning, whips cracking, and music thumping. I had got caught up at the bar in the lobby and was late for my next "meeting." I had been working at the Willow Creek Gentleman's Club for about a year now and nothing fazed me anymore. It was an elite club on the outside, where expensive cars would pull up in front of the ivy covered stone facade. It was tucked into the hills of the upstate wilderness and a sign on the front door read "Men Only." I assumed most of the men's wives thought it was a place for their husbands to relax and sit in steam rooms as they worked out the details of million dollar business contracts. I guess in some cases I was a bonus for signing one of these contracts.
The "gentleman's club" was unique in many ways but mainly because it catered to the men's most intimate fantasies in precise detail. They had every type of girl you could possibly imagine, Black, White, Asian, Latina. They had tall girls and short girls, skinny and chubby girls. They had girls with tiny tits and girls with massive tits. Willow Creek had everything any man could desire. When the men checked in there was an intense screening process. A questionnaire awaited them in their elaborate suit. There the men filled out and described their most personal fantasies. They checked off the questionnaire detailing exactly what they wanted their girl for the weekend to look.
Then they wrote out precisely how they wanted her to behave and what they wanted her to do. They were instructed to leave the questionnaire on the bed and call down to the front desk to have someone retrieve it from them. Within minutes a scantily clad woman would knock on their door, smile and thank them for their patience and then seductively lean across the bed to pick it up. In doing so the woman would give them a teaser of the rest of the weekend. She would let her dress ride up revealing the tight strings of her garter that stretched across her ass. Management said it was small niceties like this that allowed them to charge the men an exorbitant amount of money.
By this point most of the men would call down to the front desk and ask that they discard their questionnaire and to just have that woman waiting for them in the "den." The "den" was where all the "meetings" occurred. There were about 30 rooms down long hallways centered around a den. Willow Creek had about 50 girls on site at all times incase we were completely booked and the men wanted more than one girl.
I quickly came to realize that rich men do not like to wait for the things they want. Although, all they really need is to be made to wait. To be teased and tormented. It usually wasn't until the second or third time that they came to Willow Creek that their questionnaire truly revealed what they needed to fulfill their darkest desires. The first few months of working there I had "meetings" every weekend because first timers would request a "big-titted 18 year-old to bounce on their dick." I was 22 but none of the men ever questioned my age. It wasn't until about six months of working there when my "meetings" became more exciting, or at least fun for me. Men started asking me to play a role. I would pretend to be their secretary or maid, someone they secretively longed for but couldn't touch due to liabilities.
After the men had become accustomed to the club they became more comfortable describing what they wanted. They would ask for a dominatrix or a submissive slut. Sometimes they asked for really specific situations. These were usually my favorite. The men would get so hard and cum the second I touched them. Once a man wanted to watch me lay on the floor with my legs up in the air. He had requested I wore seven-inch heels, a black thong and black thigh highs. All he wanted me to do was open and close my legs. He wore a business suit and after about five minutes he asked me to crawl across the floor and lick his cock through his pants. He came immediately. When they asked for situations like this I figured they probably saw something in a movie, or got the idea in their head and had been fanaticizing about it for months or even years. Willow Creek allowed them the opportunity to live out their fantasy.
I took a deep breath as I approached the room my "meeting" was in. I was dressed in a tight mid- length skirt and a white blouse with modest heels and glasses. My client had requested a girl with large breasts, long blonde hair and an "ample ass." I was to have my hair pulled back in a bun and look "modest." I was to wear a white blouse with a black bra and to have it buttoned all the way up. The girls always got a description of who their client was before hand. Mine had said that Mr. Joseph Winthrop was the CFO of a gigantic company. Mr. Winthrop was only 45 and had only held the position for a few months. He answered to a woman. I'm guessing she had long blonde hair, big-tits and teased the men who worked under her by wearing white blouses with black bras.
This one was going to be easy, and maybe even fun. All I had to do was bend over a few times, unbutton my shirt and talk dirty to him while he masturbated. I was to pretend we were in a private conference and he was being reprimanded for some mistake. Easy enough.
I walked into the room and it was an office setting. There was a couch along the wall the door was on, and a big desk on the far side of the room. Willow Creek had rooms for many different situations. This office room was one of five though. Apparently businessmen like to fuck in offices.
Mr. Winthrop was seated with his back to me, in a chair about a foot from the desk.
"Good afternoon Joseph." Usually we are very formal about how we address our clients but I was guessing his boss called him by his first name to assert her dominance. He turned in his seat and looked me up and down. He didn't smile but I could tell he was pleased with my appearance.
"You are aware that you are in my office to discuss some inaccuracies that came up in your last report?" I asked firmly. I walked in front of him so my ass was right in front of his face. My skirt was so tight that it stretched across my ass and cupped it underneath. I leaned across the desk in front of him and picked up a file. I was teasing him, making him picture what I would look like without the skirt, bent over the desk and ready for him to take me.
I walked around the desk and sat down with my legs crossed and looked at the file. I removed my glasses and looked up at him.
"Joseph?" I demanded.
"Eh-em," He cleared his throat. "Yes I wanted to clear a few things up about that." He was almost whispering and clearly staring at my tits. My bra was thin and my nipples were hard. I knew he could clearly see them through my shirt. He started jabbering on about numbers and finances, nothing that I understood. I sighed and fanned my self with the file. I unfastened the top two button of my blouse and looked uninterested in what he was saying.
"Joe, the simple fact is that I am questioning your competency in holding this position." I thought I should make him feel inadequate before I humiliated him. I looked him up and down, he was breathing heavily. That might have been enough; he looked like he was ready to begin already. I stood up and walked to a table at the other end of the room. It had a few bottles of booze and a two glasses. I made myself a small drink. I deliberately dropped mixing spoon on the ground. I turned around and looked at him.
"Did you want a drink Joe?" He didn't answer and I slowly bent over to pick up the spoon. I could feel his eyes on me and as I stood back up smoothed my skirt over my ass.
"Joe, the drink?" I didn't even turn around I knew he was rock hard and staring at me.
