Chapter 3 - The Invitation
"An invitation to what?" I asked.
Mary Beth had a sultry, smoky look in her eyes.
"I'm sure I don't know. Could be a lot of things. I think you are going to have to figure that one out as you go. I do know that sometimes an invitation is staring you in the face and you don't see it because you never considered the possibility. Just like you never thought it possible for mothers and daughters to enjoy incest. Maybe your subconscious is issuing the invite. Maybe it's trying to get you to look at the world in a different way."
I thought about what she said. I asked, "So you think that this might have nothing to do with sex? Maybe the dream is a metaphor for something else?"
"Lover, everything has to do with sex. It's just that this might be about more than simply sex."
Well, that was no answer. It resolved nothing. I was left with more questions than I started with.
Mary Beth reached over and took my hand. She turned it over and began to stroke my palm with her fingers.
"Now let me ask you something>"
"What?" I responded.
"Does it still make you hot?"
"Does what make me hot?"
"Your dream, Baby."
I was dumbfounded. Her question had brought me to a complete halt. Did the dream still arouse me? I had been steeped in lesbian sexuality ever since it had happened. My level of sexual frustration had recently been higher. Frequency of masturbation was climbing. And I was thinking more about women when I was getting off. Oh, damn! It was.
Mary Beth was waiting for me to answer.
"Yes. It has made me hot. I'm horny and getting hornier all the time. What am I going to do?"
"Well, again Lover, I'm sure I don't know. But if you need my help, call me. Anytime. I keep my private phone by my bed all night long."
I didn't take her seriously. It was just Mary Beth teasing me. Just my friend trying to get a rise out of me.
It was getting late. We finished up our drinks. As we said goodbye, Mary Beth gave me a light kiss on the lips, nothing overtly sexual, but not her usual parting either. Was my best friend really coming on to me?
The next day I had an appointment in my office with a new client. It had been scheduled well in advance, but I had no idea what it was about. It was unusual in that the client requested that I give over the entire afternoon to our meeting. The expense was not an issue and they would pay for the entire time requested even if the meeting did not last that long. The only thing the client would say to my secretary on the phone, is that it was highly confidential. Matters which could only be discussed in person. The name on the schedule was a Ms. Smith.
Ms. Smith arrived promptly on time. She was shown into my office. I asked her to please be seated while we were brought refreshments. She appeared to me to be in her mid-sixties. Ms. Smith was well and tastefully dressed. The clothing was all high end designer, one of a kind. Nothing off the rack here. Her diamond jewelry was large and just as high end as her clothing. Obviously I was in the presence of a very wealthy woman. After my secretary withdrew, I began to speak.
"What may I do for you Ms. Smith? My notes say only that it is a matter of utmost confidentiality."
"Well it is most confidential. But it is not a matter of what you may do for me, it is a matter of what I may do for you."
"I'm sorry. I do not understand."
"Let me be quite frank and open with you. You do not know me. You have never seen me before and you will never see me again. I do not live in this city. My name is not Smith."
She reached into her purse and removed an envelope which she handed to me. The feel of the black paper told me that it was a high cloth content, very expensive. My name had been engraved on the face with silver foil, not silver colored ink, actual silver.
"I have been tasked with delivering to you an invitation. A very private invitation to a most exceedingly exclusive Society. You have been observed and investigated to determine your suitability. I apologize, but that investigation was most intrusive, I'm afraid.
We know everything about you that can be known. We have complete access to all of your records. We know your past, your present and your future ambitions. You have been psychologically profiled by experts. Importantly, you have been personally recommended. Without that recommendation, none of the other would have happened, and I would not be sitting here with you today.
The invitation you hold must never be revealed to anyone outside of the Society. Not only may you never reveal the content, but also the fact that it ever existed in the first place or that you ever received it. If you do, the consequences will be most severe.
You may refuse it. There will be no consequence whatsoever unless you reveal to anyone that this conversation took place. You may return it to me now, I will be on my way. You will never hear from us again. It would be understandable given the mysterious circumstance surrounding the invitation. It is from someone you do not know inviting you to a secret society, about which you know nothing.
The envelope contains instructions to an event that will be both final interview and initiation. If you accept, you must follow those instruction to the letter, no deviation, no questions. Do you understand?"
"Yes" I answered.
"Do you wish to proceed?"
"There is no consequence for refusal, unless I reveal knowledge of this to others?"
"That is correct."
"Then, yes, I wish to move forward"
"What do you wish to know?"
"Ms. Smith, I am sure that you already know what it is that I need to know. So instead of my trying to play Twenty Questions, why don't you simply tell me what that information is?"
"Very well. But before I begin, let me, at the risk of repeating myself to the point of tedium, I remind you that everything you hear may never be revealed to anyone outside of our organization. If any of the content of what I am about to say is ever made known, it will cost you very dearly."
Ms. Smith proceeded to tell me a story that changed everything I believed about our world.
"The United States and most of the western world is controlled by women. Contrary to appearances, it has been for a long time, and to some extent, the world has been this way since the beginning of time. Let me explain something that most people do not realize.
American women by themselves are, in effect, the largest national economy on earth, larger than the entire Japanese economy. Over the past thirty years or so, men's median income has not grown, while women's income has soared over sixty three percent. Women bring in half or more of the household income in the majority of the United States. We directly control over fifty one percent of the private wealth in this country.
What we don't own directly, we control through influence. Women make the decisions about eighty percent of the spending in the household. We are the most powerful economic and social force in Western Civilization. There is some wealth that is still not under our influence, but that amount is rapidly shrinking.
Men are, at the very core of their being, just animals in perpetual mating rut. Men think about food, sex and sleep at least twice as often as women. Feed them, fuck them, satisfy their cock, and you can usually get them to do anything you want. So, if we do not directly control it, we control it indirectly through sex. Grab a man's cock and you can lead him anywhere.
That is the way it used to be for almost all women. Their control had to be indirect, through manipulation. But our efforts to change society have been getting results. Men are on the defensive. Society is now seeing men in a negative light. We have convinced the masses that the ills of the world are due to male dominance.
Now women are beginning to take their rightful place at the controls. Women like yourself are now able to exercise power in their own right without having to hide behind a male façade. Women are replacing men in politics, banking, the courts, and every center of influence.
Woman to woman sex, which was once condemned, is now celebrated in popular culture. While gays are tolerated, lesbian or female bi-sexuality is presented as the model for a young woman's behavior in popular culture. Men fantasize about it, so also promote it, to their own eventual destruction.
Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac, and beautiful, powerful women like yourself, have the world kneeling in front of them, begging to please. They are all our submissives. Our hidden Society consists of powerful, wealthy women. Our goal is to expand the control of women until we are unrivaled by any other.
We worship the feminine energy of the Earth. It is channeled through us using ritual. We devote our selves to the Goddess. The sexual energy of the feminine gender is the most powerful force in this world. It is passed down through the generations from mother to daughter.
Our society invites you to join us in the pursuit of our goals. Become one with us and the power of the Goddess will be yours also. There is nothing you cannot have. Conquer all before you. Be as one with your daughter and perpetuate the control of women over the nations down through the coming generations.
Not every woman is ready to take her rightful place. Many still do not believe that it is their destiny to rule. But you know in the depths of your being, that what I am telling you is true. You are destined to be among us. Walk through this door and be a part of something greater than any of us as individuals."
