Page 7 of The Secret Club
“There was something else that came out in the meeting. A revelation of sorts.”
“Oh yeah? Spill? Are you now able to see the real names of the members or something? Got any famous people there I might know?”
“Well, no, that is not it. But good guess though. To be honest, you’d never guess it. Heck I didn’t guess it. I thought they’d give me a discounted golf membership or something—I was dreading having to look excited about that.” I let out a short awkward laugh at the thought of it. James looks at me intently, waiting.
“They have an underground kink club. It’s why I had to sign all those non-disclosures and take an alias.” I hold in a breath and watch for James’ reaction. He does not disappoint. His facescrews up as if trying to decide whether he heard me right or whether I’m shitting him.
“A kink club…” he says at last. “Okay. How does that affect you; they need you to bartend or something. Is it on the property or on the grounds or something?”
“Ha.” I blow out in a nervous breath. “Not quite like that, no.”
I explain the job posts and the traffic light system for the kinks and how the employees double as ‘paid for hire sex workers’. James looks stunned. I’m probably looking at my own reaction on his face now.
“And they want you to be a sex worker? They hired you to serve coffee and your pussy?”
“I guess… That’s what I’m trying to get my head around. I don’t know what they saw in me. It all feels like a lot to take in right now.”
“You told them you’re married right?”
“Yes, of course they know I’m married. Turns out, most of the staff are either in a relationship or married. I’m surprised about everything.”
James sits down in the chair next to me and runs his hand through his hair a few times processing what I’ve just told him. He looks up.
“You’re considering it aren’t you?”
“Well, no. I haven’t given it much thought. I’ve literally just logged on to see the kinds of job posts and money. It’s a lot of money James. I had no idea.”
“Do we need more money now you have this part time job?”
“Well no, we don’t need more money. We can now pay our current bills which is a good start. But for 2 hours work, we could be an extra $2k up, that’s my entire weekly salary from my own business.”
“So these people are basically paying a lot of money for their kinky fantasies and to fuck other peoples’ wives?”
“Yeah, that is kind of the gist as far as I can see…” I’m trying to read James’ reaction as I’m sure he’s trying to read mine. I feel like I’m suddenly thrown into a game of poker trying to pick up a tell of his face but also hide my own. Am I trying to convince James to let me do it? Am I trying to convince myself?
“Show me the job posts,” he demands, leaning forward.
I open my laptop and he reads the headings of the few current job posts in the Green section. Using the mouse, he clicks out of it and clicks onto the amber circle. A restricted notice comes up saying I do not have access to this level. I almost breathe out a sign of relief. The Green was plenty for a taster.
James clicks back to the Green job board and then clicks on each of the full job descriptions reading every last detail. I scoot my chair over to sit closer next to him and read the job posts too, each one making me feel hotter than the previous one. When James pulls up the final post, he side eyes me.
“You like this one don’t you. It interests you.” James knows me too well, well of course he does, he’s my husband.
“You want some rich guy tying up your tits and beating them black and blue.” His voice is deep and rich. There is something that flashes in his eyes. Heat? Lust? Does he want me to do it?
I clear my throat. “You know I like this shit, James. I don’t know how I feel about strangers doing it to me. But yes, I do like the sound of it.” I feel edgy, embarrassed. Both from talking out loud what my sexual fantasies are and also guilty that I am even considering entertaining this idea of strangers paying for sex amongst other things. “Tell me what you are thinking James.”
James has his elbows on the table and both his hands are running through his hair.
“I don’t know what to think. You’re my wife. I didn’t sign upto share you. You are mine. I own you.” The heat burning from James’ eyes, this look makes my toes curl and my pussy flutter. “Yet the thought of strangers doing things to you, to my wife, turns me on. What’s wrong with me?”
“It turns you on?” I whisper in surprise.
“Yes. I want to see what they do to your body. I want to do the same. If they mark you, I want to mark you. If they fuck you, I want to fuck you in the same way.”
I bite my lip trying to take in what James is telling me. Is he giving his blessing to take a job?
“You’re ok for me to apply for these jobs, like really?”
