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6.
Friday evening at seven sharp her intercom buzzed. Even through the metallic speaker the voice was unmistakable. Politely, Blackjack informed her that he had been sent for her.
The rear compartment of the Mercedes limousine was shielded from the driver by a partition. Judith stared at her reflection in the black glass as she was ferried to her fate in isolated splendor. The limo had everything from a bar to a DVD screen. She would have felt like a queen save for the knot of apprehension that had been growing in her belly over the last few days. The gentle music and soft leather did little to relax her churning thoughts.
“Get a grip on yourself, girl.” She thought aloud.
She must find some way to convince this bored bitch of a woman that she would be far more valuable as a tax guru than as a minor amusement. Once this Dawes-Smith woman understood how much money Judith could save her she would forget all about this game she was playing. She had just begun to take some of comfort from this bit of logic when the DVD player lit up.
Moments later she was watching the whole scene she had lived through at Emily's luncheon. There she was… not only butt naked but with swollen nipples and gaping thighs. By the time she heard her own voice loudly begging to cum Judith knew that no amount of logic was going to solve her problem. If she was to survive this it was imperative that she toughen up.
She felt the car glide to a standstill and sensed that she had arrived. The door opened for her and instead of the ever present Blackjack she was greeted by the bitch herself. Naturally Emily was wearing a beautiful smile which Judith was forced to return.
“You look lovely, Judy. I am so pleased you decided to join us.”
“Well, after the little talk you had with my boss… I could scarcely refuse any invitation from you. And of course you sent the car.”
Emily loved the thinly disguised irony behind the young lawyer's words. It seemed that there was still a bit of pride that needed peeling. She was quite confident that the coming evening would see an end to that.
“Our little clubhouse is quite remote. I doubted you would find it alone. As for the other…well, you won't be playing bridge tonight but if you play the other cards you will be offered correctly… your Mr. Geller will be kissing the ground you walk on.”
There it was….the big, juicy carrot. All that remained was a look at the nasty stick behind it, Judith thought.
“You made a movie of me, Emily. Is this some form of blackmail?”
Emily threw her head back and laughed delightedly.
“Heavens no, silly girl! That was for my own entertainment and as insurance that you won't take a hare brained notion to reveal what you will learn this evening.”
“Just what am I going to learn?”
“To begin with you will see that none of the ladies are here for cards. Our bridge club is a useful fiction we invented. Unlike my self, some of the married ladies need an excuse for their monthly escape. Come along, the girls will be serving dinner soon.”
Inside the ‘little clubhouse' Emily had so lightly referred to, Judith found a vaulted foyer at the foot of a massive stairway. Italian marble glowed under a brilliant crystal chandelier.
A beautiful raven haired woman met them as they entered. Judith had to force her startled mouth to close. The woman was nude save for a silver choker.
“This is V. Give her your wrap, Judy.”
As the girl disappeared with her jacket, a heavy door of carved walnut slid open and was held for them by yet another nude young woman. This one also attractive but with short blonde hair.
Judith followed Emily into a ballroom every bit as elegant as the foyer had hinted at. There were half a dozen tables under damask set with crystal and heavy silver. At the far end of the long room a large collection of elegantly dressed ladies of varying ages were chatting in scattered groups. Moving among them were just as many women serving cocktails and hors d'oeuvres, all were wearing nothing but identical silver chokers.
Their entrance had been well noted. There were smiles and a flutter of hands directed at Emily, while Judith received several appraising glances and more than a few outright stares. Emily smiled and waved at the room in general and then pulled Judith down to an antique sofa in an empty corner.
As she studied Emily's friends, Judith could not help but notice that their hands were very free with the women serving them. Almost casually, nipples were tweaked and buttocks were squeezed, often to the accompaniment of coarse remarks and laughter.
“I know what you are thinking, Judy. That we are a depraved bunch of arrogant bitches. And of course you are right… but you see…we can afford to be. All of us are swimming in idle wealth and we need these monthly interludes to make our lives bearable.”
“And the other women? The ones wearing collars. Are they enjoying these… interludes?”
This occasioned a throaty chuckle from Emily.
“They are not here to enjoy. But in return for meeting our needs we meet theirs. The slave who took your coat is a doctor. She arrived here a year ago, fresh from her internship. She was struggling. Her practice is thriving now. She has a waiting list.”
Emily watched the comprehension suffuse Judith's eyes. She loved watching the little whores struggle through the loss of their self-image.
“The one with the drink tray nearest us is our stockbroker and the one just beyond her is a talented artist that we are all patronizing.”
“They are your things…and you want me to be your thing as well.”
“Thing is a bit harsh. We want you as one of our slaves…one night a month for a mere two years. In return you will become a senior partner with your firm almost immediately. By the time your …interlude...with us has passed you will probably no longer even need Geller. You would be able to start your own firm. Our business will follow you. The woman you would be replacing is doing very well indeed. We won't be deserting her for you. This is world class money. There is plenty to go around.”
“And if I decline this outlandish proposal you will destroy me?”
“Don't be absurd, Judy. We may be decadent but we are not entirely malevolent. Naturally there would no longer be any hospitality for you in big league financial circles. But I am sure an attorney of your talent could still eke out a living with an obscure and needy little firm somewhere.”
“A mere two years.” Judith repeated quietly, wondering to herself if a person's self image could survive two dozen such humiliating assaults.
As she spoke she was watching one of the ladies blatantly drag a finger up between her server's legs and hold it briefly to her nose. She then turned her attention back to her group and absently held her finger out. Without instruction the young woman set down her serving tray and leaned forward. She sucked the shiny digit into her mouth, cleaning her own residue from it. Emily had followed her eyes.
“You think cleaning a finger is beneath you, don't you, Judy? You think it looks slutty.
Judith immediately shifted her gaze but was at a loss to reply. Emily quickly wet a finger in her mouth and leaned forward to dip it into a sugar bowl on the coffee table. She then pressed it past a startled Judith's parted lips. Emily pressed the sweetness onto the retreating tongue.
“Suck.” She commanded.
Reflexively Judith drew back but Emily's hand had grasped the back of her neck. Hoping the moment would pass quickly she hesitantly did as she was bid. Emily's voice grew soft then.
“I know you are a sharp and talented young professional. That is why you are here. And yes… you do look quite the slut with your lips around my finger…but you can taste the sugar as well. We have lots of sugar, Judy”
Emily released Judith's head and slowly withdrew her finger, wiping it on a cheek already shiny from a single tear. The short haired blonde had appeared before them in answer to some unseen signal and stood waiting silently. Emily patted Judith's hand affectionately.
“You just follow D here back out to the foyer and make your decision there. If you are willing to serve us she will prepare you. If not…well, Blackjack is waiting outside to drive you home.”
Smiling, Emily rose and without a backward glance walked away from Judith to join her bridge club.
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