The Director's Brother

This story is a continuation of others in the Director series, and may make more sense if you read the others first. In particular, the main characters involved are introduced in

The Director's Kitten

, and

The Director: Lucy

, and the setting is introduced in the

Director: Club Incognito

. Minor characters first appeared in

The Director Saves a Marriage

, and

The Director: Julie Ann.

Catherine looked at the couple. She was absolutely the type of person they wanted at Club Incognito. Fiery red hair, and she wore a short dress with a neckline that went to her navel. Matching heels. Cat suspected her breasts may have been enhanced by surgery, given their combination of size and perkiness in a braless state. She had said her name was Crystal.

Her male partner she wasn't so sure about. He wore a black dress shirt with a couple of buttons undone, and black jeans. He had a five o'clock shadow. He wasn't particularly handsome, although he was fit enough. Steel-gray eyes that looked vaguely familiar. Slutty women and classy men was the usual standard for entry. This guy gave off more of a bad boy vibe. His name was Dante. She glanced at the tablet she carried around. He'd never been there before, and neither had she.

"Swingers?" she asked.

"We didn't come to a club to play with each other," he said.

She hesitated. Normally she trusted her first instincts, and her first instinct said no. There were plenty of people lined up outside the door, wanting to get in. The man took a step closer, well inside her personal space.

Well, that settles that. Next!

"You want to let us in," the man said.

She took another look into his eyes as she felt his breath on her face. She knew those eyes. The Director's eyes. Why hadn't he just put himself and his date on the guest list? She wondered if she was the latest addition to the team of women that served him, or if she'd was just a date, or perhaps he was still deciding. She wasn't jealous. She owed her life to the Director, and she just hoped he had a good time. He always seemed so tense, so formal. Maybe the fact that he hadn't shaved was a good sign.

"I want to let you in?" she asked.

"You do," he said.

"Of course," she said. She knew that this close, the Director could influence her by having her inhale his breath. He didn't need to, however. She would follow any order he gave. Perhaps having her feel his power afresh was a gift, however. She was thankful.

She opened the door and let the couple in.

The man sauntered in and looked around the club. There was a busty waitress walking around in nothing but a micro-skirt and heels. The screens showed a pretty blonde giving a blowjob. All around, scantily clad women flirted with dressed-up men, or each other.

Nice place you set up here, bro. Shame you don't let yourself go enough to enjoy it.

"What should I do now, Master?" asked Crystal.

"Stay in sight in case I need you for a swap," he said. "But don't stay so close people think I'm taken."

"Of course, Master. I'll do anything for you," said Crystal. She casually drifted away.

He walked up to the waitress. "Hey there, what's your name sister?"

"Um, Julie Ann." She looked at him closely. "Don't I know you?"

Heh. Everyone thinks I'm him.

"Maybe you do," he said, getting closer, letting her feel his breath on her face. He reached up to feel her large breasts and stopped just short of touching them. He was here to play a longer game than that. "Keep up the good work."

"Yes, sir. Would you like anything?"

Your breasts around my cock. "No, thanks, I'm good, not thirsty."

"I'll go make the rounds then?"

"You do that, Julie Ann," he said, and watched as she walked away. The skirt was so short that it showed her ass, and every time she bent over, you could see her G-string.

Nice catch, Bro. She'd clearly do anything for you. Do you fuck that ass often? I bet not. How many of these women are under your spell? All for their own good, isn't that the line?

He kept walking around, enjoying the sights. There was a woman being fucked on a table. A man was watching her intently, and she was telling the watcher how good the man fucking her was. Another woman was dancing on a table, slowly shedding her clothes. She was down to a bra and a thong. He watched the bra come off and then kept making the rounds. It was impossible to tell who was under his brother's spell, exactly, although he was sure of the woman at the door, and of Julie Ann.

A curvy blond walked up to him. She wore a classic black cocktail dress that hugged her figure and bared her shoulders. She was, if he was not mistaken, the woman he saw on the screen earlier.

"First time?" she asked him.

"Yes." There was a bit of cum on her shoulder, which confirmed that she'd been busy.

She grinned. "Thought so. Wasn't sure. You look vaguely familiar. I'm Lucy. You are?"

"Call me Dante."

"Nice to meet you, Dante. It is my custom to ask first-timers if they'd like a welcoming blow job."

"No one refuses, I imagine."

"Well, a few do. People are nervous. But trust me, those who refuse wish they hadn't, once they see me in action."

"Well, I wouldn't want to make that mistake," he said. "Lead the way."

She led him to one of the side rooms and told him to make himself comfortable on the couch. While he sat there and watched, she pulled the dress over her head. Her tits were beautiful, large and natural. She was curvy all over. She went to her knees and pulled his cock out, inhaling his scent. Then she lowered her mouth on it like she couldn't wait.

She probably couldn't. Like his brother, his DNA contained little triggers that bent minds to his will. To breathe his breath was enough to influence, starting a craving for more. To smell his body, up close, made one want to taste. To taste his skin made a woman crave his cum. To swallow his cum, well, that would make a woman do pretty much whatever he wanted them to do.

He smiled and relaxed as Lucy did her eager best, mixing in strokes with her hand to get him to explode in her mouth faster.

Is this one of yours, brother? Was this one of yours? Because this one has a taste for submission and you've only begun to scratch her itch.

He swelled in her mouth. He was tempted to grip her head, but he simply appreciated that she was eagerly taking part in her own downfall.

Free will is such a burden, isn't it, Lucy?

Then two hands reached out and roughly yanked Lucy away, just as he was on the edge. She went sprawling on the floor, looking between him and the man who was standing there.

"I was wondering when I'd see you again, Number Three," said the Director.

"Well, now you know, Number Two," Dante replied.

"Lucy, go to the office, and leave us be."

"But can't I finish sucking his cock?" she asked.

"I'll let you suck mine later," said the Director. "Now go."

Lucy hesitated.

That's right. Come to me. You know you want more control than he'll give you.

But Lucy grabbed her dress, got up, and left.

"What are you up to?" asked the Director.

"At the moment, questioning your hospitality. You know, if you came to visit me, I'd offer to let you cum in any of the girls at my disposal. I have one here, in fact. Do you want her?"

"No," said the Director.

"You don't even know who she is. You should see her. I have sculpted her body to perfection, and her mind as well. A word from me is all it takes."

"No, thank you," said the Director.

"We're alike in some ways, you and I. We prefer to hunt our own prey. Your Julie Ann thought I might be you. I could have used that, you know."

The Director said nothing.

"And the woman out front. She's totally devoted to you, I think."

"I helped her out of a tough spot."

"And then fucked her, or had her suck you off?"

The Director shrugged.

"Yeah, she's yours. Nice. I like them with a bit more cushion for the pushing. Do you have her blow you every night? Or rim you while you fuck other girls? Or is she the fluffer?"

"Just leave, Three. And stay away from Catherine."

"Catherine is off-limits. And not my type, anyway. I didn't come here to butt heads with you, anyway. I came here because I miss my brother."

"Funny way of showing it."

"I never had your self-control around beautiful women."

"No, you didn't."

"Tell me, are they all completely satisfied? You've changed them. I assume you made Lucy love giving blowjobs to strangers."

"She likes to serve. It's in her nature."

"I can see that. You change them according to their nature, don't you? Same as I do. They are happier that way."

The Director's eyes narrowed. "What are you getting at, brother?"

"You serve them, ultimately, don't you? You use your powers to give them what they want."

"Nothing wrong with that," said the Director.

"Nothing wrong with that at all," he agreed. "In a way, I do much the same. At the very least, they all want it in the end. But of the ones who truly want to serve—do you really give them the chance, by holding yourself in like that, by always doing what's best for them and never letting yourself be selfish? Or do you deprive of them of the very chance to be fully themselves, because as much as you do for them, you don't let them do anything for you?"

"Great power requires great restraint."

"You do a poll, brother, and ask your lovely ladies—do they want your restraint, or do they want your power and your control?" Three got up. "I'll be back to check up on you in a few weeks. I'll leave Crystal here for you to play with—being whored out helps her feel controlled, and that's what she needs. What does Lucy need? What about Catherine?"

He got up and walked out, signaling to Crystal as he left.

"Yes, Master?" she asked.

"Be a good girl and stay here until closing. Anyone here can use you however they want. Make a blog post about it when you get home, detailing how many times your mouth, pussy, and ass got used, and if you don't need a shower, you're doing it wrong."

"Yes, Master. Who will entertain you this evening?"

"Tori and Bea."

"You're in good hands." Crystal giggled. "And no doubt, you'll be in good other places."

He patted her on the ass and kept going out the front door.

Lucy sat in the office on a chair. She had wanted that man's cum so badly. She loved giving blowjobs. Thanks to the Director, she came every time she finished one. But the last time she remembered craving cum so much was that first time with the Director in the BDSM club. It seemed like ages ago. It was a lot of cocks ago. She wondered what was going on. The Director had never been so

physical

with her before.

She liked it, even if she had craved to have Dante's cum in her mouth. Maybe even because she craved it. The Director had taken control and stopped her from getting something she badly wanted, for what reason she didn't know. In that moment, she had felt like she was truly his. It was mixed up and backwards, but she always knew she was wired that way.

Number Two and Number Three, they had called each other. She realized why the man looked so familiar. He had the Director's eyes. There was a mystery there, and she wanted to unravel it, even though she suspected the Director didn't want her to. She'd try anyway. Maybe she'd succeed. That would be good. Maybe he'd force her to stop trying. That would be awesome.

She really didn't want to sit in the office when she could be listening in or making someone cum. She looked at the screens showing the club and watched things unfold. The Director was still in the private room. Dante had talked to a busty redhead and then walked out the door. She glanced at the private room screen again, and the Director was leaving, too. Leaving the club, in fact. She flipped a switch to make a screen show the porch. The Director was talking to Cat, giving her instructions, probably. Cat came inside with him. Another press of a button, and the screen showed the entryway, and Cat locking the door. They were done admitting new people for the night.

Then they both walked toward the office. Lucy wondered if she should be looking, but what did the Director expect if he left her in the office with nothing to do?

"Hello, Lucy," said the Director. Cat stood behind him, still carrying the tablet.

"Hi," she said. She wasn't sure what else to say.

"You've enjoyed sucking cocks here at the club, haven't you?"

"You know I have. I always cum when I do. Ever since you told me to."

"But that wasn't what we agreed on, way back when, was it? I agreed to be your Master. You agreed that you needed to submit to someone worthy, and that someone was me."

"And I've been submitting, haven't I? My blowjobs have helped grow this club. Your club."

"You've been submitting," the Director agreed. "I need to think. Let me have my chair, Lucy."

She got up, and he walked around the desk and sat down. After a moment she asked, "What would you have me do now? Do you want me to go blow someone else?"

"No. Take your clothes off. You too, Catherine. And then stand very still."

Neither she nor Cat hesitated. She didn't have the slightest idea what he was getting at. Maybe Cat knew. She was closer to the Director, and his directions often came through her. She took the dress off, that she had put back on. He hadn't told her what to do with her underwear, but she decided he hadn't told her to keep it on, either. She slipped out of her panties and stood in one corner, while Cat stood in the other. Very still, he had said. She struck what she hoped was a sexy but sustainable pose, and then stayed there, a living statue.

The Director leaned back in her chair and was as still as her. She wasn't sure how long it was that he stayed like that, and she and Cat stood naked and waiting, trying not to move a muscle. She didn't think she could stay that still if someone had paid her. Her willpower would falter, as she wanted to scratch an itch. But the Director had ordered her. That was different.

That as time went on her muscles got sore and the desire to itch got stronger made it harder. But the more she wanted to move, and the more she didn't move simply because the Director had ordered it, the wetter she got. The wetter she got, the more she wanted to slip a hand between her legs, but she couldn't do that either. Not and feel controlled.

"Catherine," the director said at last. It disappointed Lucy he didn't address her. "Go tell Jane she's in charge of the club. Deal with whatever has to be dealt with and then return here."

"Clothes on or off?" asked Cat.

"On, but take them off when you return."

Cat nodded.

"Lucy, kneel. Legs apart. Hands clasped behind your back."

Lucy was grateful to change position, and glad he gave her specific orders. Usually she wandered around the club, hooking up with guys, freelancing more or less. This was turning out to be a very different night.

After Cat left, she asked. "Who was that guy? He said his name was Dante. Why did you call each other by numbers?"

"I need to think more, Lucy. Stay still and know that it pleases me to look at you."

It pleases him. She loved that. He could be so distant, so emotionless, it was hard to know if one was truly pleasing him or not. She was curious, but she could wait.

Cat returned, and he directed her to kneel just as Lucy was.

"Catherine," The Director asked at last. "Would you rather be out there running the club?"

"Not if you want me here," Cat said. "I want to be doing whatever serves you best."

"Lucy? Would you rather be out there, making other people orgasming and cumming yourself?"

"Not if you want me here," Lucy said. "Same answer."

"Maybe my brother had a point, after all."

"That man was your brother?"

"Yes. He's... a source of stress."

"I don't believe I've ever seen you stressed," said Cat. "But sounds like you should get some stress relief. Would you like us to provide it? Should I bring in one or more of the other girls?"

"I'm not as selfless as Cat," Lucy said. "I want to make you feel better. I want to serve you myself."

"No other girls, this time." The Director stood and walked to the other side of the desk. "But both of you. Take turns, sucking my cock."

Lucy reached for his zipper first. His cock was already hard when she fished it out and wrapped her lips around it. She pushed the tip against the back of her throat hungrily and sucked him feverishly for a minute. Then she let Cat take a turn. Cat was eager but didn't have her skills. Not as much practice.

She looked up at the Director. "Use us without restraint."

"Push her down. Make her gag," the Director said.

Lucy pushed on the back of Cat's head, but it was the Director who pulled Cat's hair to stop her when she struggled to breathe. She came up sputtering. Then Lucy took a turn on the Director's ccock, and Cat got pay back. Lucy started panicking as she struggled.

"Don't fear," the Director said. "Taking me all the way in won't hurt you. Breathe through your nose."

As soon as he said that, she didn't. Her gag reflex went away. The feeling of the cock deep in her throat was a tickle, not a source of anxiety.

"Cum, Lucy," he said, and she did.

"Cum, Catherine," he said, and Cat shook beside her, moaning.

He pulled on Lucy's hair to let Cat take a turn and then switched back. Finally, he pulled them both away.

"Both of you, look up at me."

Lucy looked past his hard cock and into his steel-gray eyes.

"Every time you swallow my cum, you know you just become more mine. Less able to resist, more under my control, no matter what I ask you to do."

She nodded and saw Cat nod out of the corner of her eye.

"If you truly want that, then open your mouth."

Lucy opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. He had told her when he first met her she wanted a Master, and he was right. But she wouldn't want to give just anyone control. She wanted the Director to have what he wanted of her, partly because he so obviously wanted her, and all the other girls, to be happy. She trusted him.

Cat's mouth was wide open too.

"Lucy. Jerk me off. Make sure you both get some."

Lucy wrapped her hand around the Director's hard shaft and started pumping. It didn't take long. Maybe it was having two women who so obviously wanted to be completely his that had made him so horny. She didn't pretend to know how his mind worked, exactly.

He shot rope after rope of hot sticking cum into their mouths, and all over their faces. Lucy came again, as the Director had programmed her to, but her hand didn't falter on his cock. There was so much cum, but she kept going until she was sure he had no more in him. She tried to be fair, getting Cat's face as much as her own, but when she squeezed out the last drop she was selfish and licked it off before Cat got a chance.

The two girls looked at each other. Cat's face was a mess, as was her own. They both seemed to have the same thought, that it was a shame to let all that cum go to waste, when they could use it to be deeper under the Director's control. They started licking it, carefully. If they were too hasty, some of it would rub into their skin instead of being licked off.

"Kiss," he directed.

Their lips met and their tongues explored each other's mouths. Cat tasted of his salty cum. Their tongues wrestled as if fighting for it.

"Director?" said a voice. Jane was standing in the doorway. "Oh. You're busy." A pause. "You're having fun. Good for you. Never mind, I'll take care of it. Let me have some of that action, sometime." Jane turned away and closed the door behind her.

Lucy turned to look at the Director. "Thank you."

"I'll do anything for you," said Cat.

"It's so good to please you," Lucy added.

The Director nodded. He zipped up and moved to his chair again.