Raw: Book 1

by Michelle Maris

  “Yes, Michael. The blind fold stays on because the man who is going to make me orgasm may not get hired so my identity must remain private.”

  “Good Girl,” Michael said as he reached down and patted her naked thigh.

  Jeremy got a better look at her entire body. A thick lump of hair covered her pussy. He hadn’t gone down on a female with hair on her pussy in years. It was the one thing he didn’t like, but he couldn’t be picky. He needed this job; he’ll do what he needed to get the job and worry about the particulars later.

  Michael pulled Jeremy over in the corner. “Now Jeremy, Amy is a member and she likes it all, so knock yourself out, but for the sake of the interview process, there will be no props. The only things you can use are the things God above gave you.” Michael whispered so Amy couldn’t hear him.

  “Is the candidate in the room?” Amy called out.

  “Yes, he is. And you can call him Master.”

  “Hello, Master,” Amy spoke to the air.

  “Hello, Amy,” Jeremy responded.

  Amy squealed when she heard Master speak. “You have a very nice voice, Master.” A chill passing over Amy’s skin made her body quiver.

  “Okay, you two, I’ll leave you to it.” Michael landed his massive hand on Jeremy’s shoulder. “Good Luck, man.”

  Michael left, and Jeremy glanced at the large mirror on the wall. He knew they watched behind that mirror, but he had to try and put it out of his mind. He walked closer to the bed and gazed over Amy’s body. He noticed a large diamond on her left hand with a plain silver band underneath. Jeremy hadn’t given it much thought before now, but most of the members were probably married.

  The bed dipped as Jeremy sat on the edge next to Amy. “Amy, I’m going to lean over and release your hands.”

  “Yes, Master, whatever you want.” Amy continued to circle her hips.

  Jeremy shifted closer to Amy to untie her hands. As he stretched over her, she inhaled his scent. Amy noticed he smelled of leather. “Do you have whips?”

  “No. No whips, remember the rules.”

  “I know, but I thought I smelled leather.”

  “Maybe, it’s my cologne.” Jeremy tilted his head down to his chest attempting to smell himself. He stopped when he remembered he had an audience. He shot his head up before any one could realize he was sniffing himself. His eyes immediately focused on a crystal candy dish filled with condoms on the table next to the bed. He had to think quickly. He needed this job, but he was in no frame of mind to deal with Amy’s hairy pussy. Everything else about her was perfect but that hair was too much.

  He took off his glasses and placed them next to the candy dish filled with condoms. He then removed each article of clothing and tossed them at the foot of the bed.

  Fully naked, Jeremy stared down at Amy’s body. He slid his arms under her, lifted her slightly and moved her to the edge of the bed leaving just enough space for him to sit down. She squealed at the contact and abrupt movement. “Your skin feels warm,” Amy commented.

  “Because I’m turned on.” Jeremy caressed the side of her face. “You’re a beautiful woman, Amy.”

  Amy tilted her head into the palm of his hand. “You think so?” She asked. Amy hadn’t felt beautiful in years, and her husband never told her she was beautiful though he loved to comment on other women’s beauty.

  “Yes, Amy, you have sexy curves. Your body is soft and womanly. A body made for pleasure.” Jeremy slowly moved his fingertips over Amy’s skin.

  Amy purred. “Master, that’s the nicest thing a man has ever said to me.”

  Jeremy leaned down and kissed Amy’s forehead then shifted his mouth to her ear. He nuzzled in close and breathed out before he spoke. “Amy, I’ve never been one to follow the rules. My name is Jeremy, but we have an audience so don’t let them see my name on your lips.” When he finished he placed a soft kiss on her ear.

  Amy shook her head. “Thank you, Master, for being so wonderful.”

  Jeremy sat up, scanned Amy’s body and glided his palm over her soft skin. “Amy, I want you to spread your legs for me.” His voice was silk.

  Amy took a deep breath in and spread her legs. Jeremy took his two fingers and slid them down over her seam. He separated her lips and trailed his fingers inside her fleshy hairy folds carrying her juices up her body, over her neck and stopped when he got to her mouth. He glided his fingers over her lips. “Open.” He demanded.

  Amy opened her mouth.

  “Suck.” Jeremy slid his fingers into Amy’s mouth. She sucked hard all the way to the tip of his fingers and released them with a pop.

  He reached for her hand and brought it between her legs. “Touch yourself.” Amy separated her folds and circled her clit. Jeremy sat on the edge of the bed and began kneading her breasts. He moved his mouth over her taut nipple and sucked as Amy fingered herself.

  “Baby, you are so fucking sexy.” Jeremy trailed kisses up her neck and nuzzled into her ear. “I want you.”

  “You can’t have me, Master.” Her voice ascended in pitch.

  He moved his hand over her soft cheek and kissed the corners on her mouth. “What can I have?”

  “You can only watch.” Lucky for Jeremy, Amy fell right into his role-play.

  Jeremy got up on the bed. He grabbed Amy behind her knees and bent her legs. He pushed both knees wide open and watched as her fingers circled her sensitive flesh. “But baby, my dick is swollen for you.” Jeremy took her free hand and placed it on his rock hard erection.

  Amy’s breath shuddered, “Oh my God, you’re huge.” She wrapped her fingers around Jeremy’s cock and glided her hand up and down its length. “Too fucking bad that my pussy is off limits to you.” Amy moved her fingers faster over her clit.

  “Please, give me permission to touch you,” Jeremy begged.

  Amy released her hand from his erection. “No, I want you to grab your cock and cum all over my face.”

  “Let me touch your fucking beautiful tits.”

  “Only my tits. Now, start hand fucking yourself. I want to feel your thick cum dripping in my mouth.”

  Jeremy kneaded Amy’s tits, rolling her pebbled nipples between his fingers while he stroked his cock on the side of her thigh. He then wrapped his hand around his girth and pumped up and down on his cock.

  “Amy you’re beautiful. I’m not going to last watching you like this.” He felt the build up. He stood, braced his feet on the floor beneath him and grabbed Amy’s tit as he brought the tip of his cock up to her lips. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out attempting to drink it in, and as his cum landed in her mouth, she shot her head back, and her body bucked as she orgasmed.

  Jeremy looked down at her fingers and watched her squirt all over them. Amy tossed her head from side to side as she thanked Master for bringing her to this blissful place.

  “Amy, I’m sorry I have to do this, but Michael said as soon as you orgasm I need to leave the room.” Jeremy put his eyeglasses back on and dressed.

  “No problem. I know the routine.” And just like that, she acted as if nothing happened. “I hope you get hired.”

  “Thanks, Amy, I hope so too.”

  “Come closer, Master.”

  Jeremy leaned into her.

  “Bring your ear to my lips,” Amy whispered.

  Jeremy rested his ear near her mouth.

  “Jeremy, I’m going to make sure you get hired.” Amy giggled.

  Jeremy nuzzled into her ear and spoke, “Thank you, sweetheart. I look forward to seeing you again.” He softly kissed her cheek.

  Jeremy stood out in the hallway waiting for Michael to show him back to Bevy’s office.

  “Hey, man, how did it go?” Michael came walking down the dimly lighted hallway.

  “Amy seemed happy,” Jeremy responded.

  “That’s all that matters.” Michael paused, “And that she orgasmed.”

  “She orgasmed.”

  “Good job, man. You know Bevy can spot a fake orgasm from
miles away.”

  “Why would a girl fake an orgasm?” It made no sense to Jeremy.

  “They don’t want to hurt the guy’s feelings.” Michael patted him on the back. “I’ll bring you back to Bevy.”

  As they walked down the hallway, a guy approached carrying rope. “Hey, Michael.”

  “Stocking Room Six for that special guest?”

  “Yeah, it’s my favorite.” The guy grinned as he passed Jeremy. “Newbie.” He nodded towards Jeremy.

  “We’ll know in five minutes,” Michael said as they passed each other.

  “Good Luck, man.” The guy said to Jeremy.

  “Thanks.” Jeremy looked back as he dipped into a doorway further down the hall.

  As they continued to walk, another guy approached carrying a box. “Hey Luke, we just passed Dave.”

  “Perfect timing,” Luke said as he stepped aside so Jeremy and Michael could pass him.

  “Where’s he’s going?” Jeremy asked.

  “To Room Six. Some girls like to be gang banged.” Michael explained. “We have a traveling guest. Sometimes Bevy makes allowances for members. One of our members has a houseguest that is leaving tomorrow, so we’re hooking her up today but don’t worry it doesn’t happen too often. Bevy likes to adhere to the rules and Monday and Tuesdays are our usual days off.”

  Jeremy couldn’t get past the idea. “Gang banged?” Jeremy wasn’t entirely put off by the notion, but he needed clarification. “How many guys participate?”

  “Depends on what the member requests. This way, man.” Michael pointed to frosted double doors at the end of the hallway. “Go through the doors, down the stairs, and Bevy’s office is on the left at the bottom. You’ll recognize it when you get there. Knock before you enter.”

  “Are you sure I should go in alone?” Jeremy watched as Michael turned and walked back down the hall.

  “Yeah, she won’t mind. I want to go watch Room SIx.” Michael began a slow run. “Hope you get the job, man. You’ll fit in perfectly here.”

  “Thanks.” Jeremy raised his eyebrow as he watched Michael disappear into a door.

  Jeremy couldn’t believe what he just heard, but it still didn’t deter him. He heard the guys that worked at Raw made well over six figures their first year. Jeremy needed that kind of cash, so he wasn’t going to judge anyone’s sexual preferences. Jeremy liked slow, sensual sex with one partner. He wanted the job, but he never gave the specifics much thought when he applied with RAW’s recruiter. RAW was going to be a whole new world for him if offered the position.

  Raw had a prestigious reputation. It was known for its exclusivity where incredible looking men catered to wealthy women. It was private, and only the most elite could attend. It cost big bucks to be a guest, but the women knew their wildest fantasies could be safely played out under the supervision and care of Bevy Mitchel.

  Known for her sophistication, elegance, and discretion, Bevy Mitchel was a pillar of the community. No one dared question her, talk about her, or even cock a brow at her. She was respected and because of that so was Raw; though most people knew very little about what went on inside RAW.

  They knew it was a private club with a full-service spa and a resort atmosphere. The interview process to become a member was long and sometimes grueling. Bevy knew only a certain kind of woman could handle a membership at RAW. Having money didn’t give you an automatic entry into this exclusive world.

  After Bevy Mitchel’s fourth husband had died, she considered selling the mansion to settle some of the debt he left. Bevy’s fourth husband gambled and left her with very little cash. The mansion was the only real equity left, but she’d lose it if she didn’t find an alternative to pay off his other debts. A silent partner approached her about converting the mansion into a place where women could unleash their sexual fantasies. It took very little convincing for Bevy to move forward in the process. Bevy knew she had to find a way to make a living and the idea intrigued her.

  Quietly word got out about Raw, and slowly her business became a successful enterprise, and Bevy Mitchel never looked back. Rumor had it that Bevy and her silent partner were each worth over fifty million dollars, but to this day, no rumors surfaced on whom that silent partner might be.

  Jeremy got to the bottom of the steps and stood in front of the door to her office. He sucked in a breath then tapped on the door.

  “Come in.” Jeremy heard her voice then opened the door. “Jeremy, have a seat,” Bevy said. She made no eye contact with him as she scribbled on the paper in front of her.

  Jeremy sat down and stared back at the woman with fiery red hair and green eyes. He hadn’t paid attention to details when he first saw her, but now that the bulk of the interview was over he relaxed and took in more of the surroundings.

  Bevy dripped with gold and diamonds. She was a beautiful fifty something-year-old woman. Bevy had the office richly decorated in shades of white and green. She sat in a white upholstered high back chair, and an abstract work of art hung on the wall behind her. Though, Jeremy could care less about all of it. All he could think about was this fiery redhead watching him cum all over her client’s face, and he feared Bevy Mitchel wasn’t impressed.

  “So Jeremy, that was different?” Bevy sat back in her chair rolling a pen between her fingers.

  Jeremy cleared his throat. “Different good or different bad?”

  “Just different. Most candidates go for the straight forward hard fuck trying to impress me with their stamina.” Bevy tossed the pen on the desk and sat forward resting her elbows on the desk. “I like everything about the way you look, and you do not lack in the size category, but I’m not sure about your willingness to accomplish the tasks ahead of you.”

  The air in the room felt thick, Jeremy anticipated Ms. Mitchel’s response. If only he’d gone down on Amy or at least fucked her. He reconsidered and regretted his strategy as he waited to hear the words, “You’re not the right fit for RAW.”

  Chapter 2

  “I spoke with Amy after you left the room.” Bevy eyed up Jeremy. Jeremy rapidly bounced his knee up and down. “Are you nervous, Jeremy?”

  “No, Ma’am just excited at the possibility of this kind of opportunity.” Jeremy lied. He was nervous as he anticipated her rejection.

  “Yes, it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity.” Bevy nodded her head. “As I was saying, I spoke with Amy after you left. I like to get feedback from the girls before I hire any candidate.” Bevy explained as she sat forward and attempted to organize the papers on her desk.

  “What did Amy say?” Jeremy thought about the words she spoke right before he left the room but worried that Amy changed her mind and was disappointed because of the lack of intercourse.

  “She suggested I hire you. She was quite adamant.”

  Jeremy slumped back in his chair as he released a long breath.

  “Don’t get too comfortable. Just because Amy suggested it, it doesn’t mean you have the job. I have a few things I want to discuss with you first.”

  Jeremy remained silent as he waited for Bevy to continue. He sat straight up and folded his hands in front of him resting them on his lap.

  “Jeremy, you will meet a lot of women here at RAW. Some beautiful, some not so beautiful. They come in all shapes, sizes, and colors. You will not have a choice, and you cannot hand pick what woman you want to fuck. And piggy backing off of that some women will not want to fuck; they will want to do other things. You cannot refuse them. These women are paying good money to unleash their wildest fantasies, and you and the other boys play a pivotal role in helping them accomplish this.” Bevy stared at Jeremy over the top of her glasses. “Do you understand?”

  “I do.” Jeremy thought about Amy’s hairy pussy and hoped he wouldn’t come across too many of those.

  “I hope so because I’m going to offer you the position, Jeremy.” Bevy stood and extended her hand. She intended on hiring Jeremy the second he walked in her office, but she enjoyed watching him sweat it out
.

  Jeremy jumped up and held her hand, “Thank you, Ms. Mitchel, it means a lot to me.”

  “Of course it does, and call me Bevy. You work here now, and all my boys call me Bevy.”

  “Yes, Bevy.” Jeremy continued to hold Bevy’s hand between his hands.

  “We have a three-month introduction phase where you are not permitted to go into a room alone. All sexual encounters will be in group settings during your probation.” Bevy gestured for Jeremy to take his seat.

  “I understand.” Jeremy sat back. The three-month introduction phase would be helpful to Jeremy. He needed to slowly adjust to the fact that he could no longer pick and choose the women he slept with. Even though he appreciated all women, he didn’t want to have sex with all of them.

  “It’s for your own good. It will give you time to adjust to things and learn how we operate.” Bevy shuffled through the pile of papers on her desk, she picked up a small stack, placed them inside a white folder, and handed the folder to Jeremy.

  “I’m going to have Michael bring you into the restaurant. Order yourself some lunch while you read over all of those papers and when you finish you will need to initial each one at the bottom and sign and date the last page. After that Michael will get you acquainted with every thing and he’ll introduce you to the other Essentials. Also, I have your most recent medical reports, but we do a thorough exam of our own with our doctors. That will happen this week, as well. Oh, and I forgot. For the first week, you will only be observing each room through the two-way mirrors. I will schedule you according to the activities playing out in each room. Before you begin group sex, I want to make sure you get a taste of the variety of sexual acts that take place here.”

  Jeremy holding the folder in his hand stood from his chair. He shook Bevy’s hand one last time. “Bevy, thank you for the opportunity. It means everything to me. I won’t disappoint you.”

  “Jeremy, you’re welcome, and I doubt you could disappoint anyone if you tried. With a face and body like that…” She nodded her head towards his groin, “the women are going to love you.”