The Freyja Club

Recently I called Jennifer to tell her that I wanted to write about her journey to the Freyja Club and she wanted to know why.

I told her that I was writing a book about my own experiences and they would, of course, include my times with her, but that I knew she had led a most interesting life with Steve, and I thought that an entire chapter just devoted to her would greatly enhance what I was beginning to think of as my 'project.'

I sensed her shrug her shoulders, but since I was home and she was in Greenwich, Connecticut, it was obviously only a guess.

"OK," she finally said. "What do you want to know?"

Three hours later, my hand was sore from taking notes when we finally said good-bye with a shared promise that I would try to make my way up to New York in the near future and three weeks later, I sent her a first draft of what I wrote.

I didn't know it at the time, but I found that writing a story as if I was her was a tremendously erotic experience. I hoped that my effort would be appreciated.

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JENNIFER

I sat in the waiting room of the law office, nervously picking at my nails. I had just graduated and had received a certificate in administration from the local community college and this would be my first full-time job. My friend Bonnie had made a recommendation, for which I was grateful, but I couldn't seem to get her advice out of my mind; "Just remember to keep an open mind. I know you'll love this job!"

...Keep an open mind? That seemed a bit of an odd comment, considering I was just here for an Office Administration job. I shrugged it off as some well-intentioned, if misleading, advice, and looked around the waiting room.

It was a nice place, that's for sure. Dark brown leather chairs, glass tables, and gleaming tile floors. The secretary sat behind a huge desk, and behind her on the wall a waterfall sculpture that descended into the pond below, where Koi and goldfish swam lazily. The thought of how much they must pay their employees excited me, while at the same time increasing my nervousness. I needed this job.

"Jennifer?" I heard the secretary call, "Mr. Theadore will see you now."

I thanked the secretary and stood up, smoothing my pencil skirt to ensure there were no creases or wrinkles from sitting on the leather chair. She walked me down a hall and knocked on the door before opening it and ushering me in.

My first impression was that it was spectacular. A large window wall overlooked the city. Tall shelves of books decorated one side of the office, while the other side boasted loveseats, a couple of chairs, a small minibar, and a large TV screen inserted into the wall. Mr. Theadore stood behind his immense desk in front of the windowed wall.

"Miss Patterson? Thank you so much for coming. Welcome!" He extended his hand and I shook it. His handshake was firm but gentle and I was immediately put at ease.

Mr. Theodore looked to be in his late 40's but was still very attractive. Brown with some gray beginning to show at the temples. Eyes that sparkled and the sexiest dimples I had ever seen on a man.

"Thank you so much for seeing me," I said, as I took the seat in front of his desk.

"Of course, Miss Patterson. You come very highly recommended by Miss Verona. How do you happen to know her?"

"Yes, Bonnie is my soccer coach at school. She's a wonderful person and now that I've graduated, still one of my good friends. I think she worked here."

"That's true. A good worker, too. We'll miss her, but of course, we understand that life goes on. Especially for an expectant Mother!" I nodded because that was my understanding as well.

Since I didn't have anything approaching experience to talk about, He seemed interested in personal details, asking me questions such as; was I married? (I laughed out an amused no), In a relationship (still a no), Was I healthy (yes), What did I do to keep happy and physically fit (yoga and swimming)?

"Well, Miss Patterson, I have to say, I am impressed so far. I think you'd be an excellent fit here. I must ask you though, did Miss Collins give you any idea as to what this job entails?"

"In all honesty, Mr. Theadore, not really. She mentioned that it was a sort of administrative job and that I would help in any way I can. He smiled and said "I do not doubt that you are qualified, Miss Patterson. However, I have a feeling this job isn't exactly what you think it might be."

I didn't know how to respond to that, so I stammered a small "...oh?" and waited for him to continue.

"We here at Thomas & Thomas Law are the most prestigious firm in Albany. We deal primarily in sensitive cases for high-profile clients."

I had certainly heard of the firm's reputation before, so this was no surprise to me. He continued.

"Our lawyers are constantly and consistently under a great deal of stress. They work long hours and are under a lot of pressure." I wondered where he was going with this.

"Your job is to help these men and women relax, by whatever means they need, to ensure they can do their best work and remain focused. We market this job as an 'administrative' job because there is no other title for it."

"...Arrrrlright", I said slowly. I was beginning to understand why Bonnie had told me to 'keep an open mind'. "So, is it safe to assume you're not just talking about bringing coffee and booking travel arrangements?"

He chuckled and said "No, Miss Patterson. There is a great deal more to it than that," and at that moment I knew exactly what he was asking of me. He looked at me levelly and continued. "In recommending you, Miss Verona indicated that you would be not only open but well suited to the demands of the job. Was she in error about this?"

My mind immediately snapped back to a conversation that occurred one night in a local bar. I had run into Bonnie and we had adjourned to a booth and frankly had a few too many shooters. That was the night that Bonnie had told me that she was pregnant, and then with a slightly inebriated laugh told me that while she knew the exact day she'd been inseminated, the father was somewhat of a mystery since she'd taken on six guys that night.

Of course, I was shocked. I had never seen that side of Bonnie, but her confession, fueled by my overindulgence in alcohol, resulted in me telling her about some of my own 'slutty' escapades with both men and women. I remembered that we had even made a toast to 'sluts everywhere.'

His last question had jarred me. With shock, I realized that this was the job that Bonnie had before she left. I knew she loved this job, and when she told me how much she made, I wasn't surprised. I was even less surprised now, knowing what the job truly entailed.

While Mr. Theadore waited, a thousand thoughts raced through my mind, the foremost of which was, what would my parents and friends say if they found out? On the other hand, I realized that I was now a grown, if yet very inexperienced young woman, and this job appealed for a variety of reasons;! Likely I would have my own space and my schedule, I could say no whenever I wanted, and I was guaranteed these men were clean and healthy. Not to mention the fact that the simple idea of taking this job was beginning to turn me on -- I could feel myself getting wet as I considered it.

Mr. Theadore sat patiently, watching me think. His air of warmth and openness made me feel at ease and comfortable. Knowing that this man would be my boss decided for me.

"Alright, Shall I take it you are offering me the job?" I asked.

"Indeed I am, Miss Patterson."

"Then I accept." He smiled as soon as I said it, and reached into one of the many drawers of his desk, withdrawing some papers which he handed to me.

I read through the documents. A lot of it was legalese, which I didn't understand, but much of it I did. The more I read, the more I began to understand that I would be in control of my job and I felt confident I was making the right decision.

Mr. Thesdore grinned and stood up to shake my hand. "Welcome aboard, Miss Patterson. Would you like to see your office?"

I squealed with excitement and followed him down the hall. As we walked I looked around, getting quick glimpses into some of the lawyer's offices and at the lawyers themselves. I only saw men, none looked older than 40 and all seemed fit and handsome. So far, I was looking forward to starting my job.

We stopped at a white door with a silver door handle, which contrasted with all the other deep mahogany doors in the building. He unlocked it with a key, which he then handed to me, and we walked inside. I gasped and my hand flew to my mouth. It was bigger and more beautiful than my studio apartment. In one corner -- in front of the large window was a wooden desk. Beautiful plants were draped around the desk, and across from it was a long, suede couch, facing a TV inserted into the wall. Beside the couch was an overstuffed chair, and across from it a loveseat. A mini bar stood in one corner, next to a Credenza, and behind that, a large mirror. A short hallway led to a small bedroom with a huge king-size bed taking up the center, covered with a beautiful duvet and lots of pillows. Two large windows opened to a view of a nice park. Further on, the hallway led to a bathroom with a European walk-in shower. Under the sink were a pile of fluffy towels and lightly scented bath products.

I felt so giddy. I took off my suit jacket and threw it on top of the couch, and did a little spin in the middle of the room. "Yes, This is wonderful. I will be more than happy here."

I walked toward him to shake his hand, but as I did, I noticed his eyes dropped to my chest and I realized that the blouse I was wearing was cut quite low, and without the cover provided by the jacket offered him a bountiful view of the upper slopes of my breasts.

I was quite turned on by the whirlwind series of events and realized that I had, myself, become aroused. The very idea that this job even existed had stimulated my pussy to lubricate and Mr. Theodore's sexy dimples were getting to me. Plus, he was probably under great stress, was he not? I turned my back to him and began unbuttoning my blouse.

I slipped the blouse from my shoulders and flung it over the couch on top of my jacket. I turned and walked towards him. I tried to put on my most seductive face, and I hoped that my pencil skirt, heels, and my breasts, now covered only by a filmy bra were sufficient to turn his gaze from surprised to 'hungry.'

"...Oh?" he stammered. I could tell he was unprepared for this and had not been expecting it. Even better. I stopped in front of him and confidently reached for his belt.

"Yes", I whispered. "Would you like to put your cock in my mouth, Mr. Theadore? Perhaps, you can regard it as my thank you present." I looked directly into his eyes as I undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. He groaned and stammered "Miss Patterson, you don't have to... it's not for me... I don't need you to... "

"Sssssh," I whispered as I leaned in to kiss him lightly on the lips, as I freed his cock from his boxers. "I...I...um..." words were failing him, but I wasn't listening anyway. The 'slut' in me already knew that I was in control. I dropped to my knees and pulled down his last barrier, freeing him completely. Mr. Theodore's cock had only just begun to firm when I grasped it in my hand, but with my first touch, it jumped and I could feel the blood coursing through the veins.

I held him with one hand and massaged his balls with the other, while I altered my gaze between his face and his lengthening manhood. As any self-respecting slut knows, the anticipation is as powerful as the act, and I had developed a certain skill in both. When I finally touched him with my lips and dropped little kisses along the length of his shaft, I hoped he wouldn't have a heart attack.

I had been sucking cocks for almost five years and had not only eliminated all of my early girlish mistakes but had become somewhat of a connoisseur when it came to teasing, arousing, and ultimately orgasming the male penis.

I began to use my tongue in tiny licks, working from the base to the tip, and then using broader strokes with the flat of my tongue. When I applied more pressure, he moaned and I saw his hands clenched into fists as a wave of pleasure jolted him.

I knew that eye contact was an important element in great blowjobs. A man needs to feel that his cock is being worshiped by the woman who has taken his most intimate body part into her mouth. It is not by touch alone that he achieves his greatest pleasure. He needs to know that I need him too. When I began to moan as well as suck, he gasped and dug his fingers into my hair.

"Yes, Miss Patterson...yes..." he moaned. I smiled and thought it was adorable how he still tried to maintain his professionalism even as I was giving him a blowjob.

I leaned back in and took his whole length in my mouth, slowly pulling back as I pressed my tongue into the base of his cock. He moaned again and whispered, "Oh... Jesus... Miss Patterson...". I sat back and worked my hand up and down his cock, and said "Mr. Theadore, right now, I am not Miss Patterson. I am that slut that causes your wet dreams. I believe you have something that I want, something that I desire, and I want you to spend it in my mouth.".

I increased my rhythm and pressure, and his moans got louder and his breathing more frantic. I lifted my hands to circle the base of his cock, applying pressure as I sucked and licked. Once more I gently used my teeth on him, and that was all it took. He gasped again, dug his hands even harder into my hair, and growled "Yes, you slut. That's what I like." I obeyed, incredibly turned on at how quickly he changed from his persona of the professional boss to dirty-talking dominant. I continued to suck hard, using my tongue and my teeth to change the pressure on his cock. His knees began to buckle and I felt him hold on to my hair even tighter.

"Jesus fucking Christ, that feels so good. Don't stop, you slut. Don't you fucking stop." I couldn't help it if a few moans escaped my mouth as well.

"Yesss...." he growled. I looked up at him, and he was gazing down at me with an intensity that turned me on even more. "That's right slut. Take all of it". Then his voice dropped to a whisper as he began to buck his hips to shove his cock in and out of my mouth. "...beg for it."

Please... please... your cum... I want your fucking cum." I panted. I literally couldn't think of anything dirtier to say. My face was wet with my saliva, my eyes stinging from how hard he was gripping my hair, but it only turned me on more. " Please!"

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"Mmm...Mmmmm...MMMMMMM!!!!!" He screamed into his balled fist as my mouth was instantly filled to the brim. His slimy salty cum erupted with a force that I wasn't quite expecting. While he had stopped stroking into my mouth, content to just let his spasming penile muscles push his liquid treasure up the pipeline and onto my tongue, he gripped my hair tighter as my throat muscles worked to keep his load moving to the back of my mouth and down my throat.

After the last pulse, he pulled his, now too sensitive, cock from my mouth and just stood there panting, much as I sat there panting with cum still coating my lips and leaking from the corner of my mouth to pool on my chin.

Quietly, I got up and went to the washroom, returning with a damp washcloth. I gently wiped myself and did the same with him. Mr. Theadore put his pants back on, as I turned and put back on my blouse. When I finished, I walked him to the door of the office.

"Well, Miss Patterson," he said, returning to a more business-appropriate tone, "I think you'll fit in here." He shook my hand, winked, and left my office, leaving me alone. I shut the door behind him and went and flipped on the couch. My jumbled thoughts could be summarized in two words... "Oh my!"

That evening I called Bonnie and told her that I'd accepted her old job, but when I started to explain what had happened, she interrupted and said, "No. Don't tell me now." Then she asked me to meet her at the same bar where my confession to her had started the whole thing.

I cannot begin to tell all that transpired in that conversation. We ended up in the same booth that I humorously began to refer to as "Our Confessional," and not only did I describe the interview, but also my first blowjob in excruciating detail. For her part, Bonnie was all ears and was particularly impressed with my demonstration of boldness with Mr. Theadore. Although, she was quick to point out to me that his reported reticence in no way was representative of the man she knew who had fucked her on multiple occasions.

Bonnie also recited some of her experiences with the lawyers themselves and lauded a few for their stamina and/or imagination, while warning me about a couple, whose lovemaking verged a little too close to abuse. I made it a point to remember their names. There was one woman in the group and Bonnie said that she would be pleased if I could swing to that tune as well. I thanked Bonnie for her advice and, of course, her recommendation, and I eagerly awaited my first full day on the job.

When I arrived the following morning, it was apparent that word had gone out that Bonnie's replacement was on board since I heard a knock on the white door to my office not long after I arrived for work. The lawyer's name was Harrison, and he welcomed me warmly and even brought flowers. It ended up being a strange first encounter as his thing seemed to be mutual masturbation. While I'm not against this, my strong preference is skin-to-skin contact, and if that occurs inside my vagina, so much the better.

By the end of my first week, I had met, and either sucked or fucked, about half of the firm's twenty lawyers. As Bonnie had indicated, a few not only had beautiful cocks, but knew how to use them for someone's pleasure other than their own. The ones that availed themselves of my services that first week were lucky, because I started my period the second week, so it was only blowjobs and handjobs for the latecomers. One of these, however, was Chris.

Chris was, I assumed, a nickname for Christina. The lone female attorney on the staff visited during that second week.

I much enjoyed pulling her panties down and burying my face in her soft and very wet pussy. I love the taste of women - so much different than men, and Chris seemed pleased that I looked into her eyes and vocalized that pleasure as my tongue was tiptoeing through her tulips. Afterward, we spent a couple of hours talking about my sexual experiences, and Chris seemed to be aroused as much by my words as she'd been by my mouth. Truthfully, I sensed a bit of envy in her and wondered if inside this outwardly professional woman lived a slut, just like me.

It wasn't until I had been with the firm for almost a month that I met Steve Logan. At 35, he was one of the five senior partners, but by far the youngest. He was tall, about 6' 2", and very handsome and confident. I was told that he was the firm's 'go-to' attorney when a case was particularly sticky or sensitive.

When Steve first knocked on my door, I was surprised that his interest wasn't confined to my tits, pussy, and mouth, but also to me as a person. Oh, some of the others had shown a modicum of interest and we were evolving from clients to friends, but none to the degree I felt with Steve.

Even though all he had to do was just ask and I would have willingly spread my legs for him, Steve decided that he would seduce me. He invited me to dinner.

It was such a shock that I had to call Bonnie to get the scoop on this man. When we met at "The Confessional" that evening, she was of little help. The entire year she had worked there, Steve had been elsewhere. She'd only met him once and that was briefly and not sexually. I was on my own.