Adam Colson was in his fathers club, no one knew the club belonged to his dad; he acted like a silent partner. He didn't want people knowing he ran this upmarket type of place.
It catered for all sorts and types of people, whether they are deviants or straight, it didn't matter, if they had a dream, if they had the money, they were welcome.
Some would cost a stack of money, but he usually delivered on a promise that the dream would be enacted.
It had taken him years to get the right place, in the right area; most of his best customers were high ranking people in society, low royalty, bankers, politicians, and celebrities.
Foreign dignitaries and Arab princes etc.
Their home was in the plushest part of the city, and was worth around 2 million, his neighbours were not the sort to associate themselves with the kind of club.
Not out in the open anyway.
Although 2 of them used the club, they were unaware that he was the owner, no one had ever met him, and no one ever would.
If someone were to insist on an answer, they were told it was owned by a business conglomerate.
His club, which one day would be Adam's hopefully, catered for all needs asked for, he tried to make people desires come true. Whether they were lustful ones, or otherwise.
If anything near to illegal was asked for, then he would make sure it wasn't connected to his club.
Once a wealthy woman, who was married, came and raised a request, it was an anonymous one at the start. She was married but wanted to seduce and make love to a certain man in her life. She wanted to be masked, he tied willingly to a bed, so she could and would ravish him.
It was finally arranged after the man was contacted and taken through the story, he was assured it was a legitimate request from the woman, who had been vetted, he had also been vetted.
It was set for a week hence in a house that he owned in the country.
He had an employee in attendance, but not present anywhere near the set scene.
It went off without a hitch, the woman revealed herself to the man when she had drained him dry.
It was his beautiful married daughter! He loved it, and was more than happy too.
It was a desire since she had reached puberty, but never dared to try it.
His club wasn't an illegal club, and illegal acts were never allowed to be committed on the premises.
Drugs were a definite no no. And anyone found with them would be unceremoniously thrown out and banned sine die.
It had a dance floor, a 3 piece band, a combo, and served the best cuisine.
There was 30 seated cinema.
It had 10 bedrooms where couples could stay over if they wished, be it man and wife, man and girlfriend, lady to lady, or man to man.
It was all housed over 7 floors.
And because he did what he did, he had made many connections, which brought him many business deals that made him lots of money.
He had been raided several times in the previous premises, and twice here. But the powers that be went away satisfied that he was well within the law, and was now left alone.
It also acted as a normal night club, but the patrons had to be members or members guests.
The dress code was smart casual, but full dress on Fridays and Saturdays, no concessions to anyone. Many a time one or more of the silly celebrities tried to gain entry dressed in rags and nearly naked, and had been quietly turned away.
Much to their annoyance, and chagrin, didn't they know who they were?
Adam was out of college now, and was there this particular Friday night, he was allowed in before 8:00pm but had to be in the back before anyone arrived, identity thing, his dad would say.
But he would watch the large security screen in his dad's office, and use the stick to swivel the cameras.
He loved watching the beautiful ladies who came in, and some of the antics they got up to were amazing.
The 21 year old would get a raging hard on at some of the beauties who patronised the club.
And a wank would have to be taken to relieve it.
He was sat there watching this particular Friday night, when he panned the camera to a couple who had just come in.
He was a distinguished looking grey haired man of about 50.
Dressed to the nine's in a tux etc.
She was a dark haired beauty, so elegant, so sexy, tall, walked as if on wings, beautifully made up, long clinging dress, which promised everything, sexy cleavage, big pronounced upturned tits, a smile that could dim the sun, hair gorgeously piled onto the top of her beautiful frame.
He hadn't seen her in the club before so he closed the camera on her, and him, and set the tape to run. He wanted to watch her, and maybe have a good wank about her later in the privacy of his bedroom.
When she turned her back, the dress plunged to the top of a fantastic arse; you could actually see the crack where her cheeks started, and it was so rounded. He immediately thought of himself kissing and licking it.
God, he said to himself, what it would be like to fuck and make love to a woman like that.
His dad came in so he moved the camera a little, then said to him.
'Dad, who is that there,' he pointed to the man, 'he seems familiar?'
'Oh him, he is something to do with the foreign office, a high up, and thinks he's a jack the lad.' His dad told him.
'Is that his wife then?' he panned into her face.
His dad looked the woman. 'No it isn't,' he said, 'and it has nothing to do with me, who she is, and nor you Adam.'
But his dad knew very well who the woman was! And he wished he could get a woman like her to front the club, she would make a top hostess.
'Yes dad, I know the rules okay? And he laughed.
But then said to his dad, 'she would make a fantastic hostess dad, I know you are looking for one, aren't you?'
But he had still to hide the hard on he was sporting for her.
His dad went out again, so Adam panned back to her, she was sitting at a table with the man, and being very attentive.
He wasn't quite all over her, but he was obviously enamoured with her, she really is a beauty he thought, you are a lucky bastard, whoever you are mate!
Adam had the feeling that he had seen her before, but wasn't too sure.
He panned in close up, only her face was in focus, he followed her movements with the joystick, then at one time, she was sat still for about 10 seconds, and her beautiful face was there on the screen.
'It can't be?' he said, 'its Mrs fucking Harcourt, Mrs Amber fucking Harcourt! And she lives 2 houses down our road!'
He watched and looked, and he was becoming more and more certain that it was.
And she wasn't with her husband, and then he remembered his mother telling him one day, that her husband worked in the foreign office too! That was someone else there with her, his dad had told him what he was, he would check the book later to find out who he was.
'God she is fabulous,' he said to himself again, 'how I would love to fuck that.'
He watched them, or rather her for most of the evening, and as the night wore on and it came to a close, they didn't leave, they went upstairs, he had booked them a room, she was going to be fucked by that lucky bastard.
Using the cameras he followed them to the elevators, they had cameras in them too, he watched the man kiss her, and he saw her giggle, she felt for his cock, he squeezed her tits.
Leaving on the top floor, they went into room 7001, the rooms didn't have cameras sadly, but he knew she was there, and now he knew it was her.
That night as the place was being locked up; he told his dad he would stay in one of the rooms that were empty, as he had to be in town early in the morning.
His dad okayed it, and he went home.
Adam went to bed, wanked himself about Mrs Amber Harcourt. What he would like to do to her, what he would do with her, if he ever got the chance.
He set the alarm for 6:00 am; he wanted to be up and about to watch her and him leave.
He had an early breakfast, walked into the office, and downloaded the tape of them onto a DVD, loaded a new one to record them again, and then he watched and waited, the camera focused onto the door of room 7001.
