Susan and Michael Smith sat in the bar of the hotel, sipping their drinks and watching the clock. They looked just like any other couple, like they had always looked in fact, but their lives were very different now than what they were just a couple of months or so ago. Their lives had been changed when the mysterious and devious man Ned had blackmailed Sue into becoming involved in an underground high class sex ring. Not for those who like to frolic around on mattresses in fancy dress, or wearing their mail order sexy lingerie while their husbands watch them have a ten minute fuck - but for those who want something a little more extreme.
Sue had been taken to grand houses, fucked with members of the landed gentry, had them thrash her arse with whips, canes and paddles. She had opened her mouth to take any bodily fluid and much more. And her husband now knew all the details. Incredibly, since Ned had suffered a major heart attack and would no longer be active in the group, Sue's husband, currently unemployed, had been offered a job - one that, if he was able to prove worthy, would be trained to replace Ned. People knowing the situation might ask why Sue, who had suffered much humiliation as one of the sex slaves hadn't taken the opportunity to get the hell out of the business. The simple answer was, she was making very useful amounts of money. Well, there was another reason too - she got a lot of sexual kicks from being used, abused and humiliated..
Since the pair had made the acquaintance of the wealthy female leader of the sex ring, Rita, they had risen in status. Mike's job was wide and varied. Officially, on paper and for tax purposes he was employed by the woman's property rental company, to collect rents and manage and maintain the many houses and apartments she owned. Her husband was a very successful property developer. All was above board and respectable. But behind the scenes Mike also collected the girls and brought them to the special parties, then took them home. As several of the tenants paid part of their rent by bending over and having their arses whipped and fucked, or taking wrinkled cocks of rich old men in their mouths, Mike was tasked with keeping track, making sure they kept their part of the bargain.
Now Ned's expertise was in being able to deal with the paying customers, providing the right girls - and indeed boys who kept the rich wives happy. More importantly, was able to find new girls and boys, replenish the workforce and bring in new blood, or rather new bodies, too pleasure the paying customers. These were the skills that Mike had to acquire and prove he could handle. Of course, the other important condition was, too make sure all 'employees', including himself - followed the rules. Otherwise, there were consequences. And the main one for those in 'management' was never divulge secrets or speak of what they saw.
Michael broke that rule but only in their home, when they talked amongst themselves.
'So are you okay in the job, finding your feet?' Sue asked the question.
'Yeah, pretty well. Though it takes some getting used to when I bring someone to a party and look through a door to find you bouncing on top of some guy with his cock up your arse and another pissing in your mouth. When I see you tied over a chair being whipped with red lines across your backside and angry welts, I have to fight the urge to go kick the shit out of the rich privileged gobshite who's doing it.'
'You get to fuck some of the tenants and give the girls a final shag when you take them home, not all bad then? Anyway, never forget what gives me pleasure - and makes us money
'True. The first time I was with the boss lady, amazed me.'
'In what way?'
I was told to go in her office. I sat their waiting on a couch, about twelve feet from her desk. She was talking to a young lad who I noticed kept looking down the front of her shirt which was unbuttoned more than it should have been. Suddenly he grabbed her tits and they kissed very passionately on the lips. He started playing with her breasts, very roughly, then pulling her shirt apart and biting and sucking her nipples.
He finished up with his head between her legs licking her cunt. She looked across at me and smirked, then said ; 'You wouldn't think I'm his mother, would you?'
'They were testing you,' Sue told him, 'Seeing what your reaction would be.'
'I got fucking hard, that's what my reaction was! Even harder when they broke off and went back to normal but she left her tits hanging out while she talked to me. Then I kept hearing him call her mum or mother as he did his little tasks.'
'If you kept quiet and not asked questions you would have passed. If you had made a noise about it and got your cock out you would have failed. When I was with them I watched her bend over and take his cock up her arse. Then when he took his cock from up her bum she helped him force it into my mouth and made me lick and suck it clean. I simply went along with it.'
'Fucking hell! You enjoyed that too?'
'Yes, I did actually?' his wife answered. 'The humiliation is a powerful turn-on for me. Licking her cunt did it for me as well. There's someone else who is going to be tested today.'
A man approached and gave them a room number, 'Please make your way up, immediately, Rita is waiting for you.'
The couple knocked on a door and entered a room. Inside was the woman who, to all intents and purposes was their boss. Sat next to her was her son, Peter.
'We have ourselves an unusual situation,' the woman told them. 'There is a young lady on her way who seems to think she can apply to work for our elite little group. I have to put her right in no uncertain terms, though in a way that doesn't cause her to run off and blab to everyone in sight, telling them all she knows - or more damaging, all she thinks she knows. I'm not sure how she heard about us but clearly someone hasn't been following the rules. However I do have an advantage over her which is going to prove very painful and shocking for her, both physically and emotionally.'
As Rita stopped speaking there was a knock on the door. Slowly rising the son answered and invited the caller in. A willowy brunette wearing a tight short dress walked through the door and with an air of arrogance sat down, wearing a superior look on her face.
'I'll get to the point, as I'm a busy woman,' said the new arrival. 'I'm willing to do some work for you if you agree to my terms.'
'Your terms?' smiled the boss lady, keeping her cool. 'And tell me - what sort of work are you referring to?'
'Oh, don't pussy foot around with me! I know all about the sexual services you provide to sad old men. I can make a lot of money for you as a sex worker. But I want a big cut of the proceeds.'
Being very patient and remaining calm Rita waited a minute before responding.
