Carmen walked out of the office with her perfect ass swaying too and fro. She could almost feel the eyes of every man in the place boring into her perfect rounded butt.
Carmen smiled to herself, smug in the knowledge that every man here would given his left ball to be able to fuck her. But she knew that they wouldn't stand a chance. It wasn't that she didn't find any of the guys in the office attractive, some were OK, maybe even better than OK. But she was the kind of girl who could have any man she wanted and she was very very aware of the rules of the game. If a girl wanted to be put on a pedestal she had to have an air of exclusivity. She had the men in the office eating out of her hand because they knew and she knew that she was way out of their league.
As she entered the lift to take her down to the car park basement a man stepped into the lift beside her. Her stomach lurched, 'damn' she thought 'not Greg the asshole'.
Greg was a company lawyer, a 34-year-old hot shot with slicked back hair and a pin stripe suit. He worked out six nights a week, drove a Ferrari, had a house by the lake and thought it was his God given right to fuck any woman he wanted. As they stood side by side in the lift Carmen could feel his eyes staring down the top of her blouse at her deep enticing cleavage.
Carmen stared at the wall praying that the lift would hurry up.
'Hi Carmen, how about a quick drink' Greg purred in her ear, his mouth far too close so that she could feel his breath on her ear lobe.
'I don't think so!' Carmen said sharply.
'Oh, come on babe!' Greg laughed 'you know that deep down you're going to give up that sweet ass to me sooner or later, why not tonight, nobody's around, I'll never tell, your precious reputation as The Ice Queen of the office will remain intact'.
Greg sneered as he said the words 'Ice Queen' then giggled to himself. Carmen felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up in anger, she almost slapped him, then the lift door opened and she stepped briskly into the basement.
'Not in your dreams asshole' she muttered under her breath, just loud enough for Greg to hear her, silencing his laughter.
Carmen had realized long before that to be desired by men she had to be just out of their reach, if she gave in and fucked an admirer he would think that he had the right to do it again, would act like she was his girlfriend, get jealous if she flirted with another guy. She knew that to keep all the men in the office behaving as she wanted them to (i.e. fawning after her and hanging on her every word) then she had to keep them all at arms length, she could flirt, she could dress sexily so that they admired her long legs, slim body and perfect ass, she could lick her lips and stare into their eyes. But under no circumstances could she let one of them into her tight shaven pussy. To do that would be to break all of her rules…and Carmen lived by her rules.
At 21 years old she drove a Porsche, lived in a penthouse flat and wore the latest designer clothes. She did this because she could sell anything to any man, she was the top saleswoman in the company. And she was successful because…she knew how men thought and she knew how to make men do what she wanted them to do…she knew the rules and she lived by those rules…flirt, dress sexy, leave them thinking they had a chance but never, EVER give too much away.
But tonight was different, tonight Carmen was going to play by a completely different set of rules because tonight was Carmen's first visit to The Fuck Club. Her pussy throbbed as she ran the name through her head. She had heard about The Club from her friend Lucy and while at first it had seemed insane, crazy, the more she thought about it the more it turned her on.
Fuck club had one simple rule, at the end of the night you received your homework in a brown envelope, whatever was on the piece of paper inside the envelope was your task for the week and you followed the instructions to the letter. In effect you gave yourself up totally to the task on that piece of paper. All the rules of attraction that society had built up, the do's and don'ts of how good boys and girls were supposed to act went out of the window, the only rule, the ONLY thing that mattered was to obey the instructions on that piece of paper.
Lucy had received three tasks so far; one was to masturbate in a cinema. She had managed this without being spotted as the film was not a blockbuster, the second task was to rub her ass against a man on a crowded subway train till she felt his cock harden in arousal. And her third, marvelous, fantastic task had been to sit in a hotel well know for high class hookers and offer the first man who approached her sex for $500. If he said no, she was to go home, if he agreed she had to go upstairs to his room and fuck him. Lucy was a sexy 26 year old blonde and the guy hadn't had to think for long before he agreed. While Carmen had acted shocked at Lucy's admission she had been so turned on that she had clasped her legs shut tight in excitement. To add to this, Lucy had tole her in detail about how she had sucked his cock then laid back and screamed in ecstasy while he fucked her for over an hour. She had sworn that it was the best sex of her life and that she had cum no less than four times before she had dressed and staggered from the room.
After this Carmen could hardly stop thinking about Fuck club, if her mind drifted onto the idea in a sales meeting she would feel her nipples start to harden and her pussy go moist. Finally she could take no more, she had to go to a Fuck Club meeting, the idea of throwing away the rules she lived by for one night only was something she could not resist.
Carmen dressed that night in a one piece black dress with black stiletto heals. She wore her dark hair down and red lipstick, the classic look of a sexual woman. At 10pm on the dot her buzzer rang and she took the lift down to where Lucy was waiting in a cab. The two girls traveled in silence to a suburbia address.
Lucy's heart beat fast as she walked up to the door behind her friend. Had she made a mistake? Could she still turn back? Then the door opened and a startlingly attractive woman of about 40 years stood in front of them, she smiled so beautifully that Carmen was put completely at ease returning the smile with her own.
They stepped into the living room where a group of women and girls, about six in number, were sat around the room on chairs or on the floor. They stopped talking as Carmen and Lucy walked in, eying up the newcomer, then Carmen was introduced to the group and given a large glass of wine.
She soon relaxed and sat back to listen to the other women talk about work, their husbands and children. Carmen could hardly believe that they were in the right place, the women were all attractive but there was no mention of sex at all.
Then their host, Annabel, returned and said loudly:
"Ladies it is time to begin this weeks meeting of The Fuck Club"
To hear the word's "The Fuck Club" spoken by so elegant a woman made Carmen's pussy throb with desire, her mouth went dry and her tongue slid along her full lower lip to wet it. She could feel the excitement in the room like electricity, it was as though someone had flicked a switch.
The women took it in turns to tell their stories and Carmen listened fascinated as one by one they told of the erotic and exciting nights they had enjoyed the previous week. Some girls, by the luck of chance had gone home untouched, but others had enjoyed evenings and nights of incredible sexual excitement. Carmen's pussy was dripping wet, her panties soaked, by the time the women had all finished their tales. She had drunk three or four glasses of wine and was slightly drunk.
Then her host stood and announced that the time had come to receive their homework. She pulled from out of a leather bag a collection of white envelopes and stepping from woman to woman handed them out to the excited females.
'Don't read them until you get home' she said firmly.
'And be back next week to tell me how things went….if you dare!'
