Sinful Knowledge (The Millionaires Social Club) (2 page)

"Emily, get out there! They're drying up!" said Natasha as she handed Emily a full bottle of the expensive looking wine. The black bottle had nothing on it except a label with the date stamped, "1822".
 

Holy fuck.

Emily's heart was ready to rip through her chest. If she didn't catch her breath, she knew she would be passed out on the floor in no time. She could feel the cold stares of the guests on her as she made her way to around the table. As she poured the first glass, her hands gave every indication that this was her first time .

"Relax, sweetheart," said one of the the gentlemen. "Try to get at least 75% of the liquid in the glass."
   

Damnit, Em. What the hell are you doing?
she thought as she tried to control the twitching in her hand.

"Emily," said Brad. "You know Mister Rick Bowler. That gentleman there is Todd Richards, and the other gentleman is Cleve Townsend." Emily couldn't take her eyes away from pouring the wine and tried to show her acknowledgement with a slight grin.

"It's a pleasure, Emily," said Todd. "We've heard so much about you. Brad seems to think you have great potential to do well in the club."

"Club?" asked Emily. She was quite surprised how well the gentlemen were speaking to her. Their calm but assertive mannerisms gave an indication that they had another agenda as well. It wouldn't surprise her though.
 

Don't ALL billionaires have agendas, Em?,
she thought.

Brad pushed his chair back and grabbed Emily's wrist pulling her over and bending her over his lap. Emily's perfect ass was now displayed for all the guys to see. Her tiny panties rode up into her crack as Brad parted her legs just enough to give the guys a better view. In perfect harmony, both Rick and Todd took a sip of their wine.

SMACK!

It was all that could be heard and the sound didn't compare to the stinging that Emily had just felt on her ass.
 

SMACK! SMACK!

Two more times. One right after the other. She felt the sting of Brad's hand and she finally realized what had just happened.
 

"Ouch, Mister Barker!" Emily cried out. "What the fuck?"

SMACK.

"Quiet!," exclaimed Brad.

That one was harder and Emily struggled a bit to get up, but Brad's arm held her down tightly to his lap. He was just too strong and his grip was overwhelming. All she could do was squirm.

"That's the last time you report late for your duties Emily Vant. Understood?"

Emily couldn't answer. Her mind was blank and her heart felt like it would burst from her chest.
 

You spilt some wine on his pants, Em. Is tomorrow trash day?
For whatever reason, those were the only things she could think of.
 

Brad released her from his grip and Emily stood in shock not quite sure of what just happened. It was only a few hours ago that she was assisting Brad in a board meeting, and just two seconds ago she felt him give her the strongest swat on her ass that she ever had. No warning. No precursor. No "May I." Nothing.
 

"We will talk more about
the Club
later, my girl," said Brad. "For now, you just do what you're told and everything will work out for the better. Trust me." Brad sipped his wine not taking his eyes off Emily's expressionless face.

"Oh, Brad. It looks like our young lady might have actually enjoyed what you did based on the evidence before us," said Todd as he pointed toward the direction of her crotch.

Emily was so mortified, she hadn't even noticed her pussy juice had made the front of her panties quite wet. With no pubic hair to mask it, the black silk sparkled from her moisture.

Ah shit, Em. You just got sexually assaulted in front of strangers and you're showing signs that you actually liked it? You sick bitch. Are you really that hard up to feel some skin against yours?

Emily couldn't deny that even though the swats did sting and she could probably get away with a sexual assault charge, she was quite turned on.
 

But why,
she wondered. Sure, she had often fantasized about being taken by a stranger and spent many nights masturbating while imagining what would actually happen if she had the chance to have Brad, but this? What was
this
all about?
 

It was the first time she had ever been treated this way and the thought that it's happening in front of others made her pussy tingle and seep even more.

Just then, Natasha and the other girl circled around the table. Natasha stood by Todd and the other girl stopped next to Cleve and she placed her arm on his shoulder.

In a quick blur of motion, Brad pulled at Emily's tiny panties yanking them down a point just north of the back of her knees. He spun her around and forced her to bend over with her ass in plain view of everyone. The shiny fluid from her mound started oozing out and her asshole made little pumping motions. Brad slowly ran his hand up and down the crack of Emily's ass which had now turned a dark pink. He stopped to part the mounds every couple of times. With one last tug, he gripped the rim of her panties and ripped them down the rest of the way then forced her to stand up.

"I want you to serve the food now. You'll do it dressed just like you are. Don't even THINK about getting dressed. I'm not done with you yet little slut. Now, go do it," Brad ordered as he pointed toward the kitchen.

Slut? He just called you a slut, Em.
 

She looked around the table and noticed the sly grins being returned by Todd and Rick. As she walked away from the table, she felt a bit humiliated, but at the same time felt turned on. All kinds of questions went through her head in such a short period of time.
 

Am I actually liking this? You need to make a run for it now, Em. What is getting me so fucking turned on about this? What the hell does Brad have in store for me next? Did you mail that package out today for the Boston client? What are you thinking?

It was so confusing and she could hear murmuring coming from the table as she walked away. She thought she heard Brad tell the guys that they are more than welcome to fondle her when she comes around to serve them. "Give her a little swat if you want," she heard him say. Natasha followed not far behind her, and the other girl stayed in position next to Cleve.

"Natasha," Emily said in a low breathy voice. "What the fuck was that all about? That guy,...my boss mind you,...he just smacked the hell out of my ass and stripped me naked in front of his clients!," she barked at Natasha as she paced back and forth trying to make heads or tales as to what just happened.
 

"You can't tell me you didn't like it, Emily. It was quite evident that even though you didn't expect it that you weren't the least bit turned on."

"More like shocked the fuck out! Nobody said I'd be coming here to act like some two-bit whore!"

"You should know by now that Mr. Barker does...and
gets
what he wants. He hired you for a reason Emily. Jennifer didn't quite cut it, but he thinks you are a prime candidate for the Club."

"Jennifer? You mean, Jennifer Michaels at work? She knows about this?" The tone of Emily's voice speared through Natasha.

"Of course. She had to submit to the test as well. I guess she wasn't quite what they were looking for, but Mr. Barker still kept her on at the firm because she does great work."

"And what the hell is this club bullshit?"
 

"The Club is...," started Natasha. "Well, honestly Emily, they will have to let you in on that. I am not privy to disclose the details. For now, I highly suggest you take this tray of food to our guests and resume your duties. I highly suggest you comply, Miss Emily." Natasha grabbed a tray loaded with four covered plates of food and placed it in Emily's hand and with a light push moved her along to the waiting table.

Emily returned to the table and set down the first couple of plates. Laying down the third plate, she felt Rick's hand softly touch her ass and brush her thigh. Rick was an extremely good looking man as well. His dark thick hair was neatly trimmed and he had the perfect unshaven trim to his facial hair that you would expect to see in a men's cologne ad. He always wore a black suit whenever Emily saw him, but he refused to wear a tie because he said that's what
old
guys wear. Between Brad and Rick, she always felt she would have a hard time figuring out which one she would let seduce her first.

SMACK. Rick's hand hit her ass. SMACK. Emily's mind shifted from the confusion she had just five minutes ago in the kitchen to the subconscious biting of her lower lip to savor the seconds after impact.
 

Fuck it Em,
she now found herself thinking.
You know you would fuck any of these incredibly sexy, rich-as-hell
guys in a second. Who are you fooling. Be a god damn slut for once.
 

She looked down at Rick with sly eyes taunting him to do it again. He didn't. He was ready to play games with her. She started to grab the bottle of wine and make her way around to the other side of the table to pour Brad's half full glass. Brad was quick on his command.
 

"No. I want you to pour it from there." Brad knew that by her doing so would mean she would have to make an effort to stretch herself across the table to reach his glass fully exposing her spread pussy and ass in front of the other guests. As she made the stretch, her right tit fell out the top of her maids outfit and she had no choice but to spread her legs to reach the glass which Brad had intentionally pulled further away from her.
 

Todd moved forward to take in the scent of her spread legs. His face was only inches away from her pussy and asshole. He was so close that she could feel the breath from his nostrils blowing lightly on what little stubs of brown hair she had on her shaved pussy.

Emily looked back to see Cleve grab the bottle and lick the top to wet it. She felt his hand grab her ass cheek and Todd grabbed the other as they parted them. Emily moaned as she felt Cleve push the cold moistened head of the wine bottle into her now soaking wet mound. The lips of her hole parted further apart as Cleve started to glide the bottle in and out. Everything seemed so methodical and casual, much like a well-scripted scene in some bizarre erotic thriller.
 

"Stand up Emily," Brad ordered her. "I want you to leave that bottle inside of you for a while."
 

"Mr. Barker? I,...um..." Emily started.
 

Emily glanced down at the bottle and it took every bit of focus to keep it lodged inside.
 

"Good girl," Brad said as he peered deep into her eyes like he was trying to analyze her soul. "Come over here, Emily."
 

With the bottle inside, Emily wondered how she would actually start walking and how idiotic it would actually make her look.
 

"You can crawl, you know," stated Rick.

Emily hesitated then slowly made the move to get on all fours. She looked at Brad and he nodded in approval. Emily thought she should feel at least a little shameful about what was happening. This was all so new to her, but the feelings of shame and shock were starting to subside.
 

Adding spice to her sex life was one thing she had been wanting to do for quite some time, but this was now taking it to the extreme.
 
She had done a little role playing with past lovers. It was just the typical
Chained Heat
and
Oh Daddy
things which she experimented with and enjoyed, but never had she even remotely thought
about anything like this ever happening.

 
Emily slowly got down on her hands and knees making every effort to hold the bottle between her legs. She made her way over to Brad and felt the eyes of everyone follow every move she made the entire time. Brad leaned forward to remove the bottle and she felt a rush of butterflies travel from her gut to her chest in an attempt to escape from her body. She took a light whiff of his cologne and the wood spice odor stirred up the dizziness in her head. She was certain that it was nothing but the best scent that money could buy.
 

"You're doing well, Emily," Brad whispered to her as he leaned forward in his seat in order to place his face only inches in front of hers. She had never been this close to Brad's face. His hazel eyes peered deep into her and his breath was light and smelled like mint and wine. She noticed how every pore on his face was perfect. He waved the bottle between their noses so they could both take in the scent of the wine mixed with the aroma of her juices.

"You can go now," said Brad. "Natasha will take care of your pay on the way out."

 
It was all Emily could think of the next day at the office and the drive home last night seemed like eternity. How often does it happen where your boss asks you to help out on a dinner event where you suddenly you find yourself prancing around naked in front of complete strangers and catering to their thirst for lust?
 

"Well, how did it go, Em? Jen asked across her desk. "Em? Hello. Earth to Miss Vant."
 

"Huh...what?" Emily said as she snapped out of her momentary daze.

"You okay, girl?" Jen asked with a smirk on her face. "Jeez, Em, it must have been one hell of night based on the distant look on your face. It's okay though. I remember the feeling of disbelief when it happened to me."

"Happened to you? You mean you really do know about this, just as Natasha had said. You didn't even bother tell me? What kind of friend are you Jennifer Michaels?"

"Whoa. Slow down cowgirl! Of course I knew. I thought you had figured out that you would be going there for more then just serving Sloppy Joes on a bun to a bunch of rich guys. I've done it and got paid pretty well for it, if I might say."

"What happened afterwards, Jen? Did they treat you any different?"