Page 8 of The Secret Club
James stares at me, really stares right into my eyes.
“No I’m not ok, but I thinkI will beok. I think for the money, we could afford to take the kids to Japan or go back to the UK for Christmas. I’m not even saying do it for the money. I don’t want you to do it for the money. I want you to do it only if it’s something you want to do? Is it something youwantto do?”
“Yes and no if I’m honest. I didn’t think fantasies came true. I thought they always stayed as just that—fantasies which is why I’ve never given it any thought, least of all from a stranger. I feel funny thinking about a stranger touching me. But it’s the way they want to touch me that makes me feel hot, like a craving. I want to see what sort of a person wants to do these things to me. I want to see their eyes and watch them move.” I take in a breath and before James can reply I continue, “James. If this was the other way around, I’m not sure I could cope with you fucking other women. This is really hypocritical of me. I don’t want anything to come between us. I don’t want to share you.”
“I have no interest in any women other than you Rosie. You’re my one. I trust you. This is work with a little bit of pleasure thrown in. And some pain by the sounds of it. I am possessive of my things, of you. But I also feel something I’ve never felt before about you with other men. A desire to share in adepraved way. I like the thought of strangers paying to use your body.”
“So, we’re doing it. I’ll apply for a job and see if I get it?”
“Let’s take it one job at a time. See how you feel after the first one. Are you sure you’re going to be ok actually doing this? This is your body. And their body. And them touching you, fucking you. Have you considered how this will make you feel there and also after?”
“Not really. But I think I can deal with it. It’s 2 hours of my life. I can do this for $2,000. I want to be able to do this for us.”
“What are the next steps?”
“I guess I apply. Then book in on Monday for the inhouse medical. Sandy’s email said everyone is to be tested each week for a clean bill of health. No STDs. Actually, first I need to set up my profile.”
“Okay, so apply. I know the one you want. Do it. I’m going to do an hour’s work and then call it a night. I’ll see you upstairs in a bit.”
“Oh gosh, what do I even say in my application… Not to worry, I can work it out. Be up once I’ve stewed on my job application and profile.”
Once I’m 80% happy with my profile and sorted through thousands of photos on my phone to upload just one, I write my reply to the job post.
Hi Member 805,
I would like to apply for your Sunday evening of breast worship. My breasts are 34D and I think you’ll enjoy them as much as I will enjoy everything you have planned for me and them if you choose me. I’m sure it’s not applicable if it’s my kink or not, but as it so happens, what you would like to do to me, is exactly what I would love for you to do to me.
I hope you choose me, Roxy.
Ten minutes later I receive a notification to login to the Playmate Portal.
JobACCEPTED.
5
Monday morning at The Clarendon I look around with new eyes. I’m looking at everyone, both staff and members, in a new way. All these people know. The staff sell their bodies. The members buy their bodies. Everyone looks just the same as last week, yet I’m looking at them and wondering what kinks are bought and sold. None of the staff are younger than 30. Club members range from mid twenties to late seventies. Are the members here for the golf or the underground kink club?
To my delight Sophie is working today and although we can’t discuss anything playmate related, she covers me when I have a quick medical and we leave for lunch together.
“Listen, here is my number. I’m your Playmate mentor. If you need anything or someone to talk to, I’m your girl,” Sophie says, passing me her mobile number when we get into her car. “Call me any day or time, I’m here for you.”
“Thanks Sophie, I’m really grateful. I have so many questions, I don’t even know where to start. Does your partner know what you do?”
“Yes, Sam knows. He’s chill about it. I told him right fromthe start. He doesn’t know where or any details about the club. He knows not to ask me but we make it work. It’s a different kind of lifestyle but we’re comfortable with it. Sam isn’t worried about sharing, he’s been on the swinging scene before, he’s good.”
“Do you like being a playmate? Is it even safe?” I force myself to end at two questions before ten spill out at once…
“Sure, I like it. I enjoy it I should say, and the money makes it a whole next level of worth it. Plus, I only go for the jobs that spike my interest. But be warned Roxy, while you might start off thinking kinks are not your cup of tea and you’re not too interested. You start to change when you dive in. New kinks become more appealing the more you’re exposed to them. I’m not saying you’ll gain a whole bunch. I’m saying you won’t be so opposed to them in a few months. This gig changes you. Opens your eyes and your mind and it takes you places you had no idea you wanted to go. Oh, and yep. Safe as houses. I’ve been a playmate for over a year and have never had a problem with any of the members. A car always drops me off and picks me up to deliver me home. Nothing that has ever been done to my body has scarred or injured me. That’s the rules.”
“I had a look at the portal, I only have access to the Green kinks, do you have access to more?”
“Yes, they ease you into this world. I figure they don’t want to scare you off before you’ve even started. Sandy will review how your first few sessions go before opening up the Amber jobs board to you—likely in a few months’ time. Are you considering doing it, becoming a playmate?”
Now I blush. “Yes,” I admit, biting my lip. It feels like a naughty confession.
“And your husband is on board with it?” Sophie’s eyebrows are raised.
“Kind of. I think it turns him on. We’re going to keep things fluid and see how the first one goes. I’ve not been near anyoneelse in over 15 years, even I am having trouble getting my head around it, let alone James.”
