Page 9 of The Secret Club
“So tell me, what job has caught your eye?” Sophie smirks at me coyly.
Saying it out loud makes it feel real, but also like I’m sharing a piece of myself I haven’t done with anyone else, even James. I blush an even deeper red and try to string the words together. “I got the breast worship job for Sunday,” I say looking at Sophie to see her reaction.
Sophie nods enthusiastically. “Oh boy you’re starting off with a banger. After a while you get to know the members and their kinks. Mind you, there are so many members—most of whom have never set foot on the golf course I’m sure. From looking at the job posts you may never quite know for sure who you’re getting but from the wording, sometimes I can work out if I’ve seen them before. Not very often though, as other members cut and paste previous job postings for their own. Nice little element of surprise when you arrive to see someone different than who you were expecting.”
“Yikes, ok. How many staff are there?”
“Last I checked there were 50+ working at the club, male and female. All over the age of 30, had you noticed?”
“Yes, I had! Is it hard getting the jobs? I mean, if there are 50 staff, does everyone apply for the jobs on the jobs board?”
“No, 50 isn’t actually that many. Most people only take one or two jobs a week depending on their schedules. And also, not everyone does everything. Some stick to the Green jobs, others just the Red. I’m pretty sure there are over 200 club members. They are busy too and have to fit their ‘extracurricular’ activities around their commitments in their real lives.”
“Do you think some people have families and wives like us? That is a silly question, I bet they do.”
“Yes, in a way, they’re just like us. But with more money!” Sophie laughs at her own joke. My lips turn up in a grin too.
When we arrive at our favourite café we order some lunch and sit in our usual spot out back.
“So, Sunday, you’re going to be okay on your first job? Nervous? I was my first time, but honestly after a few, you wonder why you were so nervous. Deep breaths ok, long breaths in and out. Take your mind away until the minute you are standing on their doorstep. Then once you’re inside, your mind is going to focus on what is happening and the time will go by in the blink of an eye.”
“Really, do you really think that?”
“Absolutely. I’ve done it at least 50 times by now. You’ll have to come around to my apartment so I can show you where all the money has been going.” Sophie winks at me.
“I just want to be able to take the kids away on holidays. I can’t even think about spending the money right now. I need to just get Sunday done and see how I feel about it all.”
“Call me, if not that night then the next day. It’s important to talk in this line of work. And you’ll need to. Even now, I call my playmate mentor to share how I’m feeling. It’s cathartic. And your mental health comes first.”
“I will, I don’t know what state I’ll be in but I’ll phone you when I can. I am excited a little. My mind keeps circling back to the member. Who they are and what they look like…”
“The funny thing about this line of work is, you may never ever see them again. Or you may have served them coffee the day before. I love all the guessing and build up. The anticipation is one of my favourite elements of being a playmate.”
Once we’ve eaten and Sophie has dropped me back at my car. I don’t see Sophie again until Friday where she squeezes me tight and wishes me good luck. Sunday couldn’t come soon enough.
6
Ishave and wax everywhere. I blow-dry my long brown hair into soft waves that reach my mid back. I look into my full size mirror and stare back at myself wearing a little black dress paired with the only black heels I own. I’ve done my makeup to near perfection and I’m now looking at my body double checking my tiny black thong can’t be noticed nor my strapless bra. The reflection that looks back at me I’m pleased with.
Prior to working at The Clarendon I had decided to get my health and fitness back on track the previous year and starting those habits has certainly paid off. My legs and arms are fit, my stomach is the most toned it has ever been since having the kids. I really should give myself a high five.
With five minutes to go, I give my lips a final swish of the lip gloss, pick up my bag and phone and head downstairs. I kiss the top of the heads of both kids while they’re engrossed on their iPads and say goodnight.
James is in the kitchen clearing up after dinner. I could barely eat. I walk in and he looks up, his eyes giving my body a full up and down appraisal.
I feel excited like I’m going to a fabulous event. But alsoguilty for leaving James at home. And nervous for what to expect. There are so many emotions flooding my bloodstream, I don’t know which one I feel the most.
“You look stunning, Rosie.” James walks over to me, slides both hands around my waist and presses his growing cock into me. “You look so good; I want to keep you to myself and take you right here, right now.”
My eyes crinkle at the sides and I smile up at him warmly. I don’t know what to say so I kiss him lightly on the lips.
“What is your safe word, Rose Petal?” James asks, pulling back and looking more serious now.
“Neptune.” I giggle.
“You use Neptune the second you need to tap out. We don’t need the money. Not this kind of money. You tap out whenever you need.”
I nod my head earnestly. “I will, I promise.”
