We hadn't any more than gotten started when Betty reached over and ran her hand up under the, 'skirt' I was wearing. I flinched when her fingers closed around my deflated cock.
"What's the matter? I thought you would like this."
"I do, but you caught me by surprise. Now, suppose you tell me what tonight's actions were all about? Was this some kind of initiation?"
"That's it exactly. You were being initiated into the executive group of the company."
"But, isn't this just a little extreme? Couldn't I just shake hands with the CEO or something like that?"
"Sorry, John, but this organization doesn't work like that."
"But, how did something like this get started in the first place?"
"From what I have been told, it all started with Paula Wilson."
"The CEO's wife?"
"Yes. As the story goes, her mother died when she was quite young and her father shipped her off to a so-called finishing school. Only it was more of a sex training school than a social academy. Evidently, they exposed the young Paula to many ideas regarding sexual unions and means of sexually controlling others. Their curriculum included the teaching and practice of many different kinds and methods of sexual experimentation and gratification."
"Like what?"
"Well, for one thing, they taught her that, if a male fucks a female in the ass and she doesn't get angry and fight him, then she will be his sex partner for life. In other words, fucking a female in her dark valley is a way of controlling her. I guess the really big thing they taught her was that love and sex need not necessarily go together. That fucking can be fun without a lifetime commitment. From this point, she got the idea that this would be a great way to shape company policy and to cement company loyalty. So, when Tim was made CEO, she put her plans into effect."
"Is that why all of you women are dressed alike?"
"Yes. Every female who works for one of the executives must agree to two conditions. She must attend the same finishing school as Paula attended and she must be prepared to have sex with any of the executives when and where they wish it. It goes without saying, that she should be at least a partial nympho. By the way, they must have high expectations for you."
"Why is that?"
"Usually, one of the male executives does the initiating of new male bosses, but, tonight, Anita -- herself -- initiated you! That only happens with very important newcomers. You've got to admit that getting her cock rammed up into your ass made you feel like a real member of the group."
As strange as it may seem, I had felt a sense of belonging. But, I didn't want to admit it to Betty. So, I could only nod at this statement.
"Whoa! Turn in here! This is my building. Will you come up so we can talk for a while?"
"Yes, I think I need to talk with you so I can get my feet on the ground. I thought I knew a lot about this company, but obviously I don't."
As we entered Betty's apartment, I got my first real look at her. She quickly shed her costume and flopped down into a kind of lounge chair. Her body was full with not much of a waistline. Her face had an impish grin and there was a definite challenge in her eyes. From somewhere, she had picked up a soda straw and she was using that to pull my attention to the nipple on her right tit. Her tits were large with light areolas and pinkish nipples. Her thighs were large, but not fat and her crotch was covered by a dark black patch of pubic hair. I couldn't help myself so I stared hard at her cunt area. It was then that I realized that patch of pubic hair extended downwards into the crack of her, 'dark valley'. Her left hand had fallen -- as if it were an accident - so that her fingers were pointing to the faint pinkish slit that I could just make out through her pubic hair. My eyes devoured her exposed sex opening. I noticed a small tattoo just above and to the right of her vaginal opening.
"I see that you have a tattoo. Isn't that a little daring?"
"No, John. What you are seeing is not a tattoo. It is a birth mark!" Her grin widened and her eyes bored into mine. "And, I'll just bet that you have the identical mark on your belly, too.
"Well, I do have a birthmark, but its' no big thing."
"Is it a circle of small figures?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Let me look."
She rose and came over to me. I pulled up that costume skirt and she peered at the marking on my belly. Then, she let out a, 'WHOOP!" and began dancing around the room.
"You've got it! You've got it! You've got the sign and the balls to go with it!"
"Settle down, Betty. What in hell are you talking about?"
"Johnny, my dear, you are a cambion just like me!"