Chapter 3: Sex with the Rich and Famous
I was exhausted! While reading my father's journal, I had taken out my penis and ejaculated onto my new carpet. No wonder dad seemed so happy and content with his employment. Mom and I never understood how he worked without complaint when faced with the long hours and low pay of the Broadway Hollywood Department Store. Now that mom and dad were both gone, I was finally beginning to understand what fed that sly grin he always wore. Dad hadn't simply worked there; he was in downtown HOLLYWOOD making his WAY with the BROADS!
Reading dad's diary would have been painful if not for its unbelievable erotic content. It revealed how my very own dad had become a sexual mentor and controller of many women and a few select men. Well he had the perfect job with which to accomplish his goal. As 'Floorwalker' of the Broadway Hollywood he oversaw the many floors of Hollywood's largest department store in which over 75% of the employees were women! According to these ledgers he had developed a method of seeking out and controlling submissive, lonely females who enjoyed giving him sexual favors. Not only was I getting-off on his escapades, I couldn't put the damn book down. Especially knowing that he was about to take his first conquest (Miss Peggy Allison) to a famous 40's and 50's movie star's (Betty ____, known for her 'Eyes') film party.
I put my spent cock back into my pants, wiped up the ejaculation from the den carpet, made another cup of strong tea and began once more to read from dad's diary; (Diary/Page 28)…After fucking little Miss Allison's ass to a rosy red, I scooped up some of my sperm that had leaked out of her tight, firm, fanny and spread it on her lips to test her will. She was so compliant she didn't even question from where it had just come. She simply licked it from my hand like a puppy licking sweet cream from its momma's nipple. Yes, the bitch was mine…all the way. Or, so it seemed. Well, at least for now, after just getting fucked by her new Master. But would she do whatever was asked of her later…after coming down from her sexual high?
I had to know if she would do whatever I would demand of her 'cold'. And I knew I must find out before we arrived at Betty's film party tonight. I had a couple of plans in mind for her as well as others I planned to recruit in the future. I wanted to develop a way to addict a select group of the rich and famous. To create an influential circle of friends who could then be used to cater some IOUs from key politicians that would do my bidding. I was not about to risk being embarrassed tonight by my new Mistress. If she were to refuse fucking or sucking some famous person to whom I gave her then that would defeat my purpose. She needed to pass one more test with a total stranger before we got to the party. With a plan starting to take form in my mind, I had her dress in the seductive clothing I had ordered her to wear to the party to night.
"Alright bitch, you claim that you are mine and will do whatever I say?"
"Oh Mr. Henried…I mean Bill, haven't I proved that I'm yours? You're still taking me to Betty _____'s party tonight aren't you?"
Perfect, the little slut actually thought I might not take her…she was whining to go and I loved her little whiney, pleading voice. I just didn't want her to know, but in fact, I knew that a whine in a woman's voice was similar to prey being stalked by the hunter. A victim ready for the taking…a woman's whine gave notice of her vulnerability to what I may offer to fill her needs.
She was at my feet and the feeling of power over this gorgeous, depraved creature was exquisite. I had made the right choice by not coming in her pussy earlier. She may have then felt she had earned a small amount of control by making me come with her pussy. Instead, I had opted to fuck her ass (and she hadn't planned on that)! Coming in her ass gave me all the control of her entire young body. I made a mental note that all new pledges to my private sexual sorority would be first taken orally or anally by me, (or by one of my 'assigned' male helpers). I had plans…big plans for the women of this department store who would became willing accomplices to my secret society of the "Lovely, Lewd and Lascivious"!
"Yes my greed little slut! Just stop asking me and stop your annoying whining! Put on the God damn clothes that I selected for you and then pick out any ¾ length fur in the locker and come with me!" She moved a little too slowly to my commands. "I mean now, BITCH!" She scrambled up and finished dressing and I then hustled her out the store and over to the Selma Street parking lot where my car was parked.
I waived at George the parking lot attendant still on duty at the 'System' company lot. I wanted to ask him something so I gave Peggy my car key and told her to get into the car and wait for me. "Do you want me to drive, honey," she asked?
"If I wanted you to drive, I would have told you bitch. Just get in the car and shut the fuck up!" Peggy nodded and gave me a sly grin. Obviously my demands and forceful attitude towards her were turning her on. I was learning how some people needed others to take command of their little pathetic, useless lives in order to feel wanted and loved. I was really enjoying my new role of controlling and dominating this beautiful yielding creature!
Putting her head down, she smiled demurely and said, "Yes dear!"
George, observing our little scene said, "Wow Mr. Henried, you sho got the little lady trained good. My lady woulda slapped my face and walked off if'n I said anything like that to her!"
George's statement was affirmation to the fantastic feeling that was consuming me. It was all happening so exact and perfect to my earlier mental planning. Maybe George would enjoy becoming a part of my little select group? George was approximately 26 yrs. old, tall and quite handsome. In fact, he was very tall…I'd say maybe 6-2 (about my height or an inch taller), and he was very black. Yes…a male Negro that large could be used by me as a very intimidating presence for my future group of women. Maybe he could be used to apply a little punishment if required. A taste of black cock…now that would be something I'd like to see. A young innocent white women's mouth sucking on some hard black cock. I wondered what it would be like to see George's sperm dripping from their lips and out of their lily-white pussy's. I just had to try and recruit George into my clan!
"George, are you married?"
"Yes, I'm very married Mr. Henried. My ol' lady and I been married for seven years now, I reckon."
So far so good. I didn't want any single men in my group. I would have more control over them if they were married…especially if they had children and something to lose by trying to squeal or take over my clan of followers.
"Do you and your wife have any kids?"
"No suh Mr. Henried, we ain't got no chirrun yet. But we sho is trying…all the time a tryin! As he said that, George gave a wide, white toothy grin like a big ol' black bear from ear to ear. (Hmmm, no children. Well, one out of two was pretty good).