Page 6 of The Secret Club
“Money,” I laugh holding my hand over my mouth at the scale of the payments. “What have you had to do for so much money?”
“Ah well, now that would be telling.” She does a key and lock motion with her hands against her lips. I throw a napkin at her.
“Tell me!”
“The range of jobs is huge. You’ll see for yourself. I go for ones depending on my mood in all honesty. Sometimes I click on Green which is your standard lists of kinks—think BDSM dominating guy bossing you around and doing whatever the heck he wants to your body.”
I like the sound of that,I think to myself but don’t dare say a word out loud.
“Amber is a little more of an unusual flavour of kink. Most of the job posts I’d never heard of nor considered before. I’m not sure if you’re a pain slut or have even messed around in this scene, it can be painful and pleasurable with the right member… Then there is Red which is all kinds of fucked up fun. You’re guaranteed not to have any long term injuries but still. Anal Fisting is the only one I’ve glimpsed and didn’t even bother looking after that.” Sophie shudders like a breeze just went down her spine. It makes me cringe too. I don’t mind some anal pleasure, but that does not even sound possible. “But I do enjoy some jobs on there, I just avoid most.” She trails off.
We both sit in silence finishing up our food. How do you follow up after that image anyway?
2pm rolls around all too quickly and I have to grab my car and go to my own business and try and work while my head is near exploding with so many unanswered questions. I just need to log into the Playmate Portal and see for myself. I am curious after all. Not just my brain judging by the tingles in my knickers. What is happening in my life right now?
4
After dinner I open my laptop and check to see if Sandy has sent me the new contract and login details. I haven’t mentioned anything to James yet, I just want to see it with my own eyes. Opening the email, I copy the password and click on the link to the Playmates Portal. I’m greeted with a black screen with a username and password box. Logging in the screen changes into three circles: the traffic light colours. I click on the green circle and sure enough I’m taken to a job board with a short list of ‘jobs’. I scroll down the list…
Friday, 8pm - 3hrs, MM/FP, Bondage, $2,750
Saturday, 6pm, 2hrs, FM/FP, Impact Play, $2,000
Thursday 2pm, 1.5hrs, Anal Play, MM/MM, $1,000
Sunday 7pm, 2hr, Breast Worship, MM/FP, $2,000
I noticed there seemed to be a similar fee and timeframe for each of the Green jobs posted. I’m guessing eachsession was an average of 2hrs and the going rate $2,000. A thousand dollars an hour.
Now my brain is going to the Amber job board and wondering what the timeframes and base payments for those kinks could be?
I click on the Breast Worship job post for further details.
Breast Worship, Sunday 7pm,
Member 805, Male (MM/FP)
‘Looking for a lady with cup size c or bigger breasts that I can squeeze, massage, ice, lick, bite, suck, beat and tie up. I would like to spend the entire time worshiping your voluminous breasts. I would like them to end with beautiful purple love bites and bruises. I would like to photograph them at each angle as a keepsake. Before the end of the session, I would like to fuck you whilst admiring my work on your skin’
Time - 2hrs
Payment - $2,000
Yikes, this guy really likes to hurt breasts. Liquid heat starts to pool at my core. This is the kind of kink I’m into and would never admit out loud to anyone. What would it be like? What would the stranger be like? Does this make him some kind of psycho? Does this make me some kind of psycho? $2,000 sounds like a great deal of money for 2 hours work and to get enjoyment out of it at the same time. Would I enjoy it? Could I?
I think I’m keen, like really keen. I haven’t even read the other jobs and already feel a wave of pure unadulterated excitement. Like I’ve been let into a secret club and it could be all my wildest fantasies and more. I guess that is exactly what it is—my fantasies could now become an actual reality.
James walks past behind me and pops his head over my shoulder.
“What are you up to, working?”
I shut the laptop with a fright. My face must have been a picture, James narrows his eyes at me as he pulls up a chair at our table placing two cups of tea between us.
“Some secret business I can see,” he says with bemusement on his face, one eyebrow quirked up. I blush. I feel like I was just caught with my fingers in the candy jar. Or down my pants would be the more appropriate analogy.
“Ah yeah. Something like that actually.” I grimace and blush an even deeper shade of red. “Something happened today, at work. It was my six-month probation meeting, and I passed.”
“Of course you did, there would be no question!” James, always my cheerleader, reaches out and squeezes my shoulder. We have no secrets and I’m not about to keep this as one. We can discuss the Clarendon Playmates and decide together as adults—partners, what to do.
