Page 36 of The Secret Club
It’s up to you Rosie. I won’t stand in your way. As long as you think you can do it, I’ll support you all the way.
I think I can stomach it; I want to be able to do it. I’m going to apply. Thanks James. I love you.
I love you too Rose Petal. See you tonight x
Heart pounding, I open my laptop to apply to both job applications. First the Sploshing one.
Dear Member 759,
I would like to apply to help you bring all your wildest gourmet dreams to life. I am open and dripping for the main course but can’t wait to be your starters and dessert. I have no food allergies and a big appetite to try new things. Whatever you might have planned, consider me your enthusiastic kitchen hand.
Yours sincerely,
Roxy
I hit send and move on to the next application. My hands tremble slightly as I pull up the Pet Play application and begin typing. My heart is pounding just from thinking about the job and money.
Dear Member 465,
It would be my honour to be your personal pet for 12 hours on Friday. Feed me, walk me, pat me and clean me. In return I will be your obedient dog to service you in whichever way my master sees fit. Let me please you, be at your beck and call. Let me snuggle up and comfort you, be there for you and fulfill any desire you so wish.
Yours faithfully,
Roxy
I shut the laptop and take a shaky breath. It’s done now. I need to switch my brain back into work mode and focus on packing my orders. The quicker they’re done, the quicker I can check to see if I’ve got one or both of the jobs. I really need to speak to James about shutting this little business down. It’s becoming very apparent where my heart lies and running this business is not it anymore. I am no longer the same person who started this business 8 years ago.
I feel sad and happy about that as I muse how different I have become. My dreams of building this business and hiring staff have dwindled as the cost of living has risen year on year and people’s spending is at an all-time low. I didn’t want to give up my little dream when I took on the Clarendon job but now I feel differently. I enjoy working at the club, I enjoy being surrounded by people. I really enjoy the Playmates role that comes alongside it and even more—the money those jobs can bring. It’s hard to get excited about working for myself now,being on my own for the whole day and earning substantially less.
Being a playmate is opening my eyes to so many sexual feelings and desires, within the job and outside of it with James. I am not getting any younger, I almost feel like I need to make up for the times when the kids were far younger and our time together was much less, certainly my desire to even be touched was very low—sometimes buried under the pile of never-ending washing if I’m truly honest.
As I pack the last order, a sense of calm washes over me. Perhaps this is the closure I need, the moment to pivot and embrace what truly excites me. Every job application I send is a step toward a new chapter, one where my passions align with my work, and where financial stability no longer feels like a distant dream.
Reflecting on these changes, I realize it's not just about the money or the thrill. It's about rediscovering myself and what I want from life. The responsibilities of being a mother will always be front and centre, but it's time to reclaim a part of me that has long been dormant.
I need to speak to James at some point this week. I need him to understand this shift in me, although I’m sure he’s already aware. I see a change in him too. Navigating this transition together has been heartwarming, his support in me is unwavering and as always, with every challenge that comes my way he’s there supporting and cheering me on.
With a deep breath, I return to my laptop and open the playmate portal. There are two flashing replies waiting for me. Both say the word I was waiting for:
ACCEPTED
Now shit is really getting real. I have a food play job and a pet play job this week. Totalling a whopping $19,000. I wonder if I need to book myself a psychologist appointment for after the Friday pet play session. Instead, I decide to see if Sophie isaround for a debrief. She always knows how I’m feeling and what I should do. I flick her a message and smile as her reply is almost instant:
“Congrats on the two jobs. Call me any time after them if you need. Enjoy. X”
19
Icheck my reflection in the mirror for the millionth time and assure myself I look fine, lovely in fact and every inch of me has been shaved and scrubbed. My phone alarm goes off giving me 10 minutes to say goodbye and good night to the kids before Frank my driver arrives to pick me up as usual.
The kids are sitting downstairs in the lounge eating dinner, James is with them. The kids don’t notice as I walk into the light filled living area, but James gives me a low whistle. I’m wearing a white short sleeved shirt, dark pink mini skirt, pastel pink cardigan and pink high heels. I’m going for the candy look. Hopefully looking sweet enough to eat.
The kids look around and ask where I’m going. I’ve already told them I have an event I’m working at the golf course for tonight, but they never really listen. I give them both a kiss on the head before James stands and walks me to the front door.
He takes a deep breath of my hair and says from behind me, “You look and smell good enough to eat.” He spins me around and then starts to undo the buttons on my shirt.
“James!” I exclaim, “What are you doing?”
“I’ve just remembered I haven’t marked what’s mine.” Andwith that, he undoes a couple more buttons before my bra is on display, he reaches into my bra and pulls out my right breast. He leans his head close, and sucks with force just to the right of my nipple.
