Of course, it was up to him, not her. She'd simply be offering her suggestions. What the Director wanted was what mattered. Lucy couldn't wait to be on her knees for him again.
"I'll send a text to him. Let's make another appointment for a week from now, Bambi." Although I doubt you'll need it.
"Yes, Dr. Fischer."
***
Cat Vincent walked up the driveway of the large, imposing mansion. There was a light rain, and she wore a dark trench coat.
A woman greeted her at the door. The woman had scarlet hair that hung in waves to her shoulder, and she was wearing a tailored tuxedo jacket and a very short black skirt that obviously went with it, five-inch black heels and seamed stockings. She had an Android tablet in hand and was checking the guest list.
"Mindy Palmer," Cat told her. She had bleached her hair blonde, and she had a fake driver's license to match the name. She wasn't sure it was an adequate disguise, but the Director had rejected anything else.
"Ah, yes, a new girl. Are you dressed appropriately under that coat, Mindy?"
Cat undid the buttons on the trench coat and opened it for the woman's inspection. She had on high-heeled gold sandals, a gold thong bikini bottom, and nothing else.
"Very good, Mindy," said the woman, standing aside. "Coat closet is right there. Go down the hallway to your left to get to the pool. I'm sure you've been informed, but 'no' is not a word we use here, and Dante always gets first choice of the new girls if he wants it."
"Yes," said Cat. She was enjoying herself. She was always playing a role for the Director. Business associate, lover, club owner—they were all roles, after a fashion. But she was an actress at heart, and if that made her a good Jill-of-all-trades for him, this time she felt she was truly putting her best skills at his service. She hung her coat up. She was usually the one who kept her clothes on while the other girls in the Director's service cavorted. Honestly, she thought many of them were more attractive than her. But she knew she was pretty, even if her breasts were on the small side. She was in excellent shape, and her flat tummy looked good in a bikini, even one without a top.
Lately she and Lucy had served the Director's needs in person. For a long time the Director rarely had sex with her, and she got the feeling it was the same with the other girls. Lately things had been different, and he was seemingly insatiable. She suspected his restraint was because he wanted the girls to retain some of their freewill. She wanted, first and foremost, to serve him. She loved being under his control, and she was sure Lucy had felt the same way.
Of course, even if she didn't at first, she did now.
She hung up her coat and walked toward the pool, keeping her posture perfect in the high heels. She wanted to make an entrance.
She opened the door and took in the scene. She hadn't wanted to be the first woman there, and she wasn't. The pool was enormous as backyard pools went, and the fences high enough one didn't have to worry about anyone seeing what went on there. There were many lounge chairs scattered around the expansive patio around the pool. Two women, topless, were swimming in the pool, doing backstrokes. Five others, also in thong bikinis, were simply walking around, just as Cat had been directed to do by the agency that hired her. "Walk around, be seen, wait to be given directions, do what you're told."
There were six men on the lounge chairs, and one of them was Dante. They all had the look of wealthy men; flashy rings or jewelry, designer swim trunks. None of them were particularly handsome, and most of them were quite overweight. Three of them were having their cocks sucked by three women who apparently had been given directions and were doing what they were told. Cat, meanwhile, started walking around to be seen, especially around the two men who weren't Dante. Mentally, she was taking notes, trying to remember any names she heard, and to make sure she could recognize any of the men or women if he saw them, but she kept a friendly smile on her face that hopefully looked made her look sexy and available.
It was impossible to avoid walking past Dante, however, without being obvious. She didn't want to blow him, and he had a taste for the new girls. Of course he did. Like the Director, his DNA carried with it the ability to control minds. That was probably how new girls became regulars at these parties.
"You," he said. "What's your name?"
"Mindy," she said. "Did you wish me to perform a service for you?"
Dante chuckled. "Did he really think I wouldn't recognize you as a blonde? You're the girl from the club."
Shit. Cat tried to look blank. "Hmm? Club?"
"Ah yes, that's totally convincing. I take it all back! How could I possibly be so mistaken? Clearly you aren't Catherine Vincent, age twenty-seven, actress in three local plays, five-seven, one hundred and ten pounds, eyes brown, hair brunette until recently, and door-keeper at the infamous Club Incognito. Tell me, Catherine, what do you think of my little party?"
Cat looked around, as if trying to decide, but mostly to buy herself a moment to think. "It's just Cat," she said. "I don't know why he always calls me Catherine."
"Cat. I like that. He calls you Catherine because he has a stick up his butt," Dante said.
"Yes," she agreed. "He does. It's so tiresome."
"You didn't answer my question, Cat."
"Lots of pretty girls. Not so much for the men, present company accepted."
"Astute observation. Kneel at my side, Cat, while we talk."
Cat noticed that the women giving head had folded up one of the ubiquitous white towels to go under their knees, so she grabbed one and folded it before kneeling to face Dante. It seemed decidedly odd kneeling before another man. Many of the girls loved being shared, but Catherine had never been one of them. She simply loved doing what the Director told her to do.
"Why do you think the men are not as attractive as the women?" Dante asked.
"Because you're not gay?" Cat guessed, although she figured there was more to it than that.
"Cat, I know my brother, and I'm pretty sure he didn't put you in charge of the club just because you're a pretty face. Guess again."
"Because the women are selected for their looks, to attract the men, and the men are selected for their usefulness to you. They offer you something in exchange for use of the women."
Dante smiled. "Beauty and brains, I love it. Tell me, does the Director make use of you often?"
Cat shook his head. "No," she lied. "He has so many other girls, and I think he likes women who have big tits more. I'm more the useful aide, than actually a lover."
"What a pity. Well, it's not a mistake I'm going to make. I think you're beautiful. And you know how this party operates, so... get to work on my cock, Cat. And don't worry. I will never, ever call you Catherine."
Cat had been expecting the blowjob request. She understood why the Director had made so much use of her and Lucy lately. Dante perhaps didn't realize that she had a good idea of how his power operated, and that of the Director. Hopefully, all those blowjobs she'd given the Director lately, and all the times he'd fucked her ass, would mean that his DNA would overwhelm any effect Dante's would have. She hadn't been eager to put it to the test, but there was no backing out now.
She pulled off his trunks, knelt between his legs, and got to work.
In spite of herself, she felt that familiar hunger she knew from serving the Director. She loved the way his cock tasted. She enjoyed making it hard and thick. She wanted to make him cum. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and worked him hungrily. She knew that it was a performance, and she was good at performances. She looked up at him with doe-like eyes and made sure he felt every ounce of her attention. Only when she felt his cock swell in her mouth, and knew he was close, did she stop looking at him. After he came, she held his cum there and then looked back up at him. She opened her lips to show him the cum in her mouth.
"Swallow," he ordered.
She grinned as if it was exactly what she wanted to do. And part of her did want to. She knew it would be better if she didn't have to, but she made a show of swallowing.
"Good girl, Cat. You like it here, don't you?"
"Yes," she said. She could understand what there was to like. Simplicity. All the women obeying directions, knowing their place.
"I want you to come back tomorrow. Just me and you."
"Yes," she said breathlessly, like she couldn't wait. Maybe the Director would have her do that. Maybe she could serve both men. She knew it was the effect his cum had on her that made her think that, but that didn't mean she didn't think it, anyway.
"For now, act like the other girls. And Cat. I prefer you as a brunette. I expect that changed."
"Yes, Sir," she said. "Thank you for letting me serve you with my mouth."
"Good girl."
Cat got up and resumed her wandering. All the men had a woman at their feet now, either sucking on their cock or just kneeling. Judging from the flaccidity of the men who weren't getting a blowjob, they probably had just had one.
"Hey," said a blonde whose breasts had that combination of perkiness and size that meant they probably were partly silicone. She had a wedding ring on her well-manicured hand, and an engagement ring with a sizeable rock.
"Hi."
"Who are you?"
