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Chapter four: The Club.
Michael was beginning to come to the unhappy realisation that he was bored. A harem of five beautiful women and no need for him to lift a finger or deny himself any material thing that caught his eye sounded like heaven, but the mind craved variation and challenge. But Gregory’s warning held him in check. If he messed up and attracted attention then the consequences would be dire, perhaps even fatal.
He felt distracted and irritable, as though held in some unseen prison he was eager to escape. Even his usual distractions couldn’t take his mind off it, and as he watched the Tran sisters fucking on the livingroom floor he caught himself looking at the card on the desk. ‘The Coldsteel Club. Members Only.’ He had no choice, really. He’d have to brave it.
With a thought, he commanded Peta and Michelle to stop what they were doing and crawl over to him. Still breathing heavily, they did so, and began taking turns sucking him until he felt his orgasm approaching. At this point he had Michelle finish him off, and then, his semen still in her mouth, begin making out with her sister. He watched for a moment before leaving them to it and summoning Kat to join him in the shower.
By the time he was clean and dressed, Christine was also dressed in a smart, professional outfit he’d taken to dressing her in when she accompanied him as his chauffeur and personal assistant. He grabbed the card from the desk, gave Chris the address, and headed out.
—
A giant of a man in a poorly-fitting suit stood by the entrance, making it very clear that this otherwise nondescript building was not open to the public. Michael approached uncertainly. The bouncer raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
‘Is this the Coldsteel Club?’ asked Michael, knowing that the answer was yes and hating himself for asking such a stupid question. He shouldn’t allow himself to be intimidated, he knew, but old habits die hard.
‘Members only.’ replied the bouncer.
Michael offered the card, but the man just shrugged.
Why had Gregory told him to come here if he couldn’t get in? Had he just forgotten to mention the password? It had been long enough now since Michael had been denied entry anywhere that he was at a loss.
Suddenly the solution came to him, so obvious he should have thought of it immediately. No one stopped him from going wherever or doing whatever he wanted, he just made them let him. Every member of this club could do the same. The power of Coldsteel was the password – only those who had it could get past the bouncer. It was a pretty foolproof system. It was the work of a few seconds to change the bouncer’s mind for him and then he was inside the club. He considered bringing Christine, but decided it might be wiser to have her stay in the car.
Just behind the door was a coat check, manned by a pretty blonde girl in a stylish and flattering uniform. She greeted him warmly and asked if he needed anything, but he decided to get the lay of the land before making any moves.
Beyond the foyer was a large room that looked like an up-scale pub. Pool tables, couches, tables and even a bar. About a dozen people sat around in small groups served by about half as many attractive young people in the club’s uniforms. The members were not what Michael had expected. He couldn’t say why, but he’d assumed they’d all be middle-aged, middle-class white men. Silly really. There was no reason why a skinny Asian grandmother couldn’t find a Coldsteel ring just like he had. She was sitting near the door reading a newspaper and sipping a whiskey as he came in, and she looked up briefly, but apparently didn’t find him worthy of notice.
Michael looked around warily. Not surprisingly, Gregory wasn’t there. Who would be best to approach? The staff were presumably brainwashed and wouldn’t be of much help. While he stood in helpless indecision, a pretty young man in staff uniform approached him.
‘Excuse me, sir.’ said the boy. ‘The gentleman by the pool table asked me to invite you to join him, if you’d like.’
Michael looked in the direction indicated and saw a scruffy-looking guy in his twenties wearing an old t-shirt and a baseball cap. The man caught his eye and Michael felt he had no choice but to accept the invitation.
‘What are you drinking?’ asked the man, finishing off a beer and signalling for a refill.
‘Uh, nothing for the moment, thanks.’ said Michael. ‘I’m just… er, well, I’m new here, not really sure what the deal is.’
‘Thought so.’ said the man. ‘I’m Darryl. You must be the bloke who was causing a bit of trouble a while back, stealing people’s wives and whatnot.’
‘Uh, yeah, I guess that was me.’
Darryl nodded. ‘And now you’ve gotten sick of playing it safe and you’re looking to branch out, am I right? So you want some tips on how to stay out of trouble?’
‘Yeah, pretty much.’
‘All right. How about you come ’round my place tomorrow and I’ll show you around, give you some tips. And then I’ll introduce you to some of the other blokes who’ve been at it a while and can show you the ropes. Meantime, have a drink, enjoy yourself. Oh, and help yourself to the staff here, they’re all communal property. ‘Cept the big guy out front, of course, he’s got a job to do.’
With that, Darryl drained his beer, touched the brim of his hat in salute, and wandered toward the entrance, nodding to a couple of the other members as he passed.
Michael found a secluded corner and sat down. This was going quite well. Better than he’d feared, certainly. With a quick mental command he had a petite redhead bring him a gin and tonic, and he just sat and enjoyed it for a moment, taking in the room and its occupants. A thought occurred.
‘Is this the whole place?’ he asked. ‘Just the bar room?’
‘No,’ said the redhead cheerfully, ‘there are the bedrooms, the indoor pool and spa, a conference room, a dining room, a gym and the library.’
‘Could you show me around?’ he asked.
—
Of course, they ended up in one of the bedrooms. The facilities throughout had been stylish and luxurious and this was no exception. The redhead seemed strangely vulnerable, lying naked in the middle of the massive bed. She sat up as Michael crawled toward her, meeting him with a passionate kiss. He hadn’t needed to use his power once, clearly whoever organised the staff made them eager and obedient to the whims of all club members.
He pulled her to him, feeling her small but pert breasts against his chest, her erect nipples two hard points pressed into him. She giggled and reached down, guiding his cock into place and wrapping her legs around him. She exhaled sharply as he thrust inside her, gripping him tighter with both arms and legs. He ran his hands through her short hair, grabbing her head and pulling her face to his. Her response was enthusiastic, her questing tongue exploring his mouth as he entered her repeatedly, building in speed and momentum. She moaned, and gasped, pulling him even closer with her legs until his frenzied thrusting had built to a powerful crescendo, and with a groan he came inside her.
He fell forward, pushing her down onto the bed beneath him, feeling his semen spilling forth into her. When he recovered his breath and lifted his head, he saw her smiling up at him, face flushed and glistening. He rolled off her and lay a moment, feeling both spent and relaxed. The girl climbed off the bed and opened a side-door, revealing a tastefully appointed en-suite.
‘May I use the shower?’ she asked.
He waved his assent and watched her through the open door. When she was done, she put her uniform back on and asked him if he required anything else. He considered having her bathe him, but a vestige of concern for others made him dismiss the thought. She may be essentially a slave, but he still felt it would be discourteous to make her strip down again. He laughed at himself, before dismissing the
girl and showering alone.
—
The next day brought renewed misgivings. He considered not going to see Darryl, but felt he couldn’t pass up his offer of help. Still, he hadn’t seemed like much of an intellectual, and Michael was dubious as to the value of his assistance. But on the other hand, his introductions to others could be useful anyway. In the end he decided to go, but he didn’t feel good about it.
—
Christine pulled up outside a surprisingly nice little house in a sparsely-populated suburb. Deciding it might look odd to have her just sit in the car for however long he was here, Michael brought her with him.
Darryl answered the door himself and waved them in with a smile.
‘Good to see you!’ he said. ‘Let me give you the tour.’
Michael wasn’t particularly interested in seeing Darryl’s home, but could see no way around it. After making the usual polite comments about the layout and décor, he was shown into the livingroom, where Darryl introduced his harem.
‘I specialise in rehabilitating mouthy cunts.’ he said, indicating the three young women, all of whom had stood as they entered and now waited silently, eyes downcast, hands clasped in front of them. One of the girls was visibly pregnant, and all wore dresses and were barefoot.
‘Emmie here was my first.’ he said. ‘Dumb bitch thought she could be a doctor, didn’t you, sweetie?’
The pregnant girl nodded.
‘Sammi was trying to run for the bloody senate, and Clara was a lawyer. Should be fucking illegal. But if I have to save the world one uppity bitch at a time, that’s what I’ll do. Now bring us a drink and make yourselves scarce. And take her with you.’ he said, indicating Christine.
Michael was at a loss. Darryl was clearly on a crusade, and he didn’t see how learning about it could help him stay under the radar. He decided to play along for now, in the interest of meeting the other Coldsteel members Darryl had promised, and sent a command to Chris to have her go with the other women and do as she was asked.
Darryl took a seat and gestured for Michael to take his pick of lounge chair or couch.
‘Now in today’s messed up world,’ he said, ‘you can’t just teach a woman her place and expect everyone to see it is the restoration of the natural order that it is. Especially when she’s a public figure like my Sammi. You’ve got to go slow. First you have her gradually withdraw from the public. I had to wind down her campaign and deal with a lot of people who wanted to know why she was leaving politics. Took some work. After that, your best move is to have her gradually break away from her friends. You can’t go too fast or they’ll get worried. You want them to just sort of realise after a while that they’re not seeing much of her any more, and a while later they’re not thinking about her at all. You can go faster if you want to take direct action, and that’s necessary for really close relationships, but it’s better to avoid it where you can.’
He paused as Clara returned with two beers, which she opened and presented to them, Michael first. Darryl smiled at her as she handed him his drink, and took her hand. She smiled back, and sat on the floor beside him, resting her head against his legs. He laid an affectionate hand on her shoulder and took a swig of his beer.
‘Now it’s the family where you really need to take a close interest.’ he said. ‘Sometimes families aren’t that close – especially when you’re dealing with girls who have ideas above their station – but you can’t rely on that and you can’t just treat them like friends. You need to push them to accept their daughter’s changed priorities, otherwise they’ll resist it and try to undo your efforts. They can’t, of course, but they can raise a stink. And lastly, you need to do a bit of work on the extended network, friends of the family and so forth. They’re usually the least trouble, but they can catch you out.’
Michael sat speechless throughout. He wouldn’t have credited it, but Darryl had actually put a lot of thought into this. And all apparently in service of enforcing strict gender roles. Well, that and getting to fuck three beautiful women on the regular.
Michael took a sip of his beer. ‘I’m impressed.’ he said, and meant it.
Darryl smirked. ‘Nah, it’s just common sense.’ he said. ‘And I don’t really see myself having much choice. The world’s going down the shitter and I’m just doing my bit to slow it down. You should really consider doing your part. Trade your girls in for some feminazis and teach them how to be real women.’
Michael was saved from having to make any reply by the sound of the doorbell.
‘Ah, that’ll be John.’ said Darryl with a grin. ‘This guy’s a fucking riot.’
—
John Ingham was a short, dark-haired man in his early thirties. He’d accepted a beer when he’d come in but it remained, untouched, on the coffee table in front of him. He had a slight accent, possibly South African, but it was hard to tell.
‘The key to my strategy,’ he was saying, ‘is to be a doppelganger. You know what a doppelganger is?’
‘Isn’t that like a twin or a clone or something?’ asked Michael.
‘Sure. Sort of. But the important thing is, a doppelganger can take the place of the real person and no one knows. And that’s what I do.’
He sat back with a satisfied smile, apparently feeling that his explanation was complete. Michael looked to Darryl for help.
‘What he does, see,’ said Darryl, ‘is he picks out his mark and he gets that guy out of the way, then just convinces everyone that he is him.’
‘Why?’ asked Michael.
John gave Darryl a look that could only mean ‘Is this guy an idiot?’
‘Well, say he wants to bang some guy’s wife.’ said Darryl. ‘What’s he do? You or me, we’d just do it, but then we have to make sure the husband doesn’t find out or no one catches us, or the bitch doesn’t tell her friends, or whatever. John just takes the husband’s place. Pretends to be him for a while. Then when he gets bored, he pulls the guy back from wherever he stashed him and lets him have his life back. No one’s the wiser.’
‘That’s actually a pretty neat solution.’ said Michael.
‘Lets me play out some pretty sweet fantasies too. My current guy has a smoking hot 19-year-old daughter, and let’s just say she’s a real daddy’s girl. At least, as long as I’m around. Got to remember to switch that off before I leave or it could get real awkward.’ said John with a smirk.
—
As Michael watched Jessica’s head bob up and down, her long dark hair swaying with the movement as she sucked his cock, he thought about the future. Darryl and John had been more help than he’d expected, but he still wasn’t sure what he wanted to do next. He was confident that if he started small he should be able to avoid undue attention, but he didn’t have any particular goal in mind. Sampling different lives like John might be fun, but he couldn’t think of anyone whose life he’d like to take over right now. And he certainly didn’t have anything like Darryl’s crusade to give him direction.
With barely a thought he had Jessica stop what she was doing and turn around, kneeling on all fours. He got up and entered her from behind, forgetting about the future as he gave himself up to the moment. Ennui aside, his life was pretty nice right now.
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