I pulled into the magnificent gates of the club seeing the large “Welcome to the Valley Club EST 1867” sign. I drove down the winding road and came up to a gatehouse with enormous steel posts in the road in front of me. The kind you would see at a high security facility. These posts are activated by security, only when you are allowed in. It looks like they could prevent a tank from driving in. I was a little intimidated when I pulled up to the security gate but still, I rolled down my window.
“Name please.”
“Layla.”
He looked on his list a while not even questioning that I did not give him a last name then looked back up and began to speak.
“Layla, you are going to go down this road to the main entrance. The valet will take your car and instruct you where to go from there.”
“Thank you.”
The huge steel cylinders began to recess into the ground, until they were again flush with the road. I slowly drove down the well-lit road and about a quarter of a mile. What a breathtaking sight. It looked like the biggest log house I had ever seen. The deep grain of the wood could be seen even from where I was. I drove under an enormous enclosure, where you could see how the huge the logs were fastened together. Inside the monstrous car drop off area there was a tongue and cheek Chandelier made of huge wooden logs. The Chandelier must have been 15 feet wide and 20 feet tall and it still was dwarfed by the enormity of the car drop off area. Just then I heard a knock at the window of my car, oh my god I must have been staring. I opened my window with a smile.
“Layla?’
“Yes?”
“I will take your car for you and Peter will show you the way.”
He motioned to someone else who was next to the large wooden doors who I assumed was Peter. I opened the door to the car and stepped out. The valet reached out his hand to help me out of the car.
“Thank you.”
“My pleasure ma’am.”
Peter then came over to greet me, he also worked at the club, he held out his arm so I could take it and escorted me to the doorway. He opened the doorway motioned with his hand to go inside and followed me in as the large door closed behind us.
Again he held out his arm and I took it as we walked down the long wooden hallway. I was not sure what the obsession was with wood at this place, but it was everywhere.
Again I was in another place of opulence, dripping of the money of its members. The wood inside was more of a golden brown color then the dark brown outside and there were long red carpets running down the middle of all the hallways. We walked past several doors and I could not help but notice that with the exception of the staff I was the only one who was there. I was led into a large room where the theme continued with the red carpet. In this room however; the walls were ebony colored, I couldn’t imagine that they were actual ebony, but it sure looked like it. This room was much darker room and looked a little less inviting then the open hallways. I was the only one in the room with the exception of an older gentleman who was sitting in the corner. I assumed that was Melvin so naturally I walked over to introduce myself. Peter turned and left. Walking up behind Melvin, you could hear the click of my heels as the carpet ended. He did not turn around, he just sat there. I wondered if he was deaf or worse, dead. Slowly walking to the front of him I saw a stately man sitting drinking cognac, staring out of the window onto a stream.
“Ah Layla, welcome. I trust you found the facility OK.”
“Yes sir I did thank you.”
“Great, can I get you anything to eat or drink?”
“A glass of wine would be great, something thick.”
“But of course, let me get one for you.”
He left I guess to get the wine, but I would have thought he would have just asked his staff to get that for him. That would make more sense to me anyways. As he left my phone rang and I saw it was Jim, I quickly picked up.
“Hi Jim, how are you.”
“I am great Layla, how are you.”
“Fantastic, I am just at the party waiting for things to get started.”
“What party?”
“Melvin’s party at his Club....” There was silence. “I just thought you would have been invited.....I mean that is what Melvin told me......Oh no........”
Just then I realized I had been bamboozled I stood with my mouth open watching Melvin as he came back. I looked at him in the eyes with rage and said,
“You told me Jim knew about this!”
“Well, he may or may not have, I cannot remember.”
Jim said, “Layla, put me on speaker.”
“OK”
“Melvin, you old such and such, what are you up to now.”
“Jimmy boy, nothing that you wouldn’t do.”
“I see you have taken an interest in my personal assistant.”
“Perhaps I just like your tastes, you know what they say...The darker the berry, the sweeter the fruit.”
I have never had people talk about me like this before, like I was not even there. I liked the fact that they both liked me and they were both rich. That in itself was very flattering. Not a normal rich, these men had serious wealth and power, wealth that was almost immeasurable. The conversation continued.
“Well, that is what they say I guess. Tell me what is in store, for our good friend Layla tonight?”
“Well Jim, you are welcome to come and find out, me and the boys are just going to blow off a little steam. Layla or as she is known to us tonight, our little house maid is going to help us out.”
“Thank you Melvin, I will be there. I assume the usual rules apply?”
“Why of course they do, it is a part of the order.”
What were they talking about I thought? This is not the first time that I have heard them talk about “the rules.” What are these rules? Who do they apply to? What are they about? Was this some kind of rich guy code? It was all very confusing, thought I guessed it was not important. Just knowing how much money I would make almost down to the minute, I was happy to let them talk as long as they wished.
“Goodbye Jim.”
“Goodbye Melvin.”
I hung up the phone and realized he had said goodbye. Was this only something they said with each other? I was mad, but my focus was on something else I had a job to do so, I stood there awaiting instruction from Melvin. He still held my glass of wine in his hand.
“Would you like to drink this, or should I continue to hold it for you”
“My apologies, let me take that.”
“My dear, we are going to have you do some things tonight that you may not have done before, but know it is all part of the illusion, part of the dance. You see we are men of means, and everything can be had by us at a moment’s notice. As such it is the chase that excites us, we require a challenge. We require intrigue, interest, a challenge, you are that challenge. Here is how the evening will play itself out. We call this game, The Level Challenge, The Man’s Game, The Great Pursuit.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I will explain. You are to be the object of their desire; we have brought to this room some of the wealthiest men from our town…..Scratch that, some of the wealthiest and most handsome men from our town perhaps our country. We have limited the number of contestants to 10…well, 11 now that your boss in the mix. All of these men have given sums of $20,000.00 each to take part in this game which is to be a game of skill, luck and chance…..I can see I am not making myself clear. The point of the game is you?”
“Me sir?”
“Yes, quite right, you are the goal of the game. All of these men are trying to win your affection by talking to you or promising you wealth or impressing you with physical strength or whatever it takes to have you. The culmination of the evening will be that the winner must have sex with you in front of the group at the end of the night. Now you are welcome to deny each one their due, as you are not here for sex, but should you choose to complete this game and I mean complete, half of the pot goes to you the other
half to the winner.”
“You mean $100,000.00?!”
“That’s right….well $110,000.00 now plus the $10,000.00 you were promised for the evening. Fun game right?”
“Sounds fun to me.”
“Remember again, you are obliged to do nothing, for you being here now and staying to the end of the night you are entitled to our agreed upon terms of $10,000.00.”
“OK I understand. Are you to be one of my suitors?”
“Hahahahahahaha. No dear, nice of you to say, but I am too old for that now. There is however one other thing.”
“OK I am listening”
“As well as the 10 contestants there are many others who are wagering on the outcome of the event. They will all be there to watch, participate, interfere, whatever they wish. Millions will trade hands tonight, all based on the ability of our suitors to make you interested enough to fuck them in front of strangers. Furthermore, you will be acting as a cocktail waitress with the duties of delivering drinks. To make it harder for them, you must have your drink duty come first. The suitors will have from 9 – 12 to woo you literally off your feet. The winner will be the one who completes the deed with you.”
“Are there any other rules? I mean what if they offer me riches and jewels or any other manner of things.”
“I fully expect they will, that is completely permitted as they all have innumerable wealth so the field is level. The only other rule is they are not allowed to leave the room, no one is until the night is over.”
“Won’t they all be watching me?”
“I suppose they will, but then that is up to you. How interesting are you? Are you sure you have what it takes to interest them enough to take part? Make it a good show, as I know you will. Now I will leave you with that thought and the directions to the kitchen. Please let me take your coat, the guest will be here soon.”
Well this was indeed an interesting game, it was exciting and scary at the same time. If these rich Billionaires were not interested in me at all, how boring would that be? For me to make at least the 10k I was promised, all I have to do is stay the entire evening. However this could be a very humiliating experience if they were not interested in me, but it was most certainly worth the risk.
I walked into the kitchen and introduced myself around so they knew who I was, they led me over to the bar to meet the bartender and he showed me what to do. It wasn’t complicated, but it was new so I was nervous. I had to walk the room, enter the drink order into the mini computer on the tray, then go pick it up at the bar and bring it back. All the while being interesting enough, to be hit on by some Billionaire Boys.
I went to the bathroom to be sure I was showing enough skin to attract some virile males. I also looked at how it looked when I bent over, to see if my ass would be a tool I could use to catch somebody’s eye. I had a little oil in my bag so I oiled up my chest, rubbing the cool liquid up and down my chest making my breasts shine even with the little light that was in the bathroom. I then rubbed the oil up and down my legs and all over my ass. As I looked in the mirror I said to myself “that would be hard not to notice.” I could not help but rub my pussy a little as this whole game had turned me on even more.
Now I was ready, I took my tray put it under my arm and made my way outside. There was about 20 people in the main room now, so I started to make my way about the crowd taking some drink orders. Clumsily I worked the tiny computer, walking back and forth from the bar, delivering drinks to the rich. It was an open bar and tips seemed to not be on the menu.
As the evening went on, I did not notice anyone coming up to me to talk or even socialize, it was like I was not even there. I began to worry, what if the worst was to come true, it would be quite a blow to my confidence. I looked down at my watch, it was only 8:45 and the game had not yet even started. I let out a sigh and then realized I was bushed already. I had not like I brought shoes that we made for walking, nor was I used to being on my feet all night. I decided it was time to stop trying to be the best cocktail waitress in the world and walk a little slower, caring a little less about my fake job.
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Jim. As usual he was immaculately dressed and so very sexy. I instantly felt bad for my mistake. I rushed up to greet him like an excited school girl.
“Jim! Hi there, I am so sorry about all of this, it was not my intention. Melvin had lied to me, telling me that you knew about this and were coming to the party.”
“Not to worry, though you do deserve a punishment, hopefully you will let me punish you here in front of all these good people.”
“Oh Jim, you don’t know how happy that would make me.”
“Well, let’s see how you get on with the other boys and we can talk more later.”
He said those words to me with the quiet confidence that he had always exuded. Even if he was not as sexy as he was that confidence is what did it for me.
Turning my head I noticed that there was a gaggle of model-esque men looking at me. Ah now I see, these must be the contenders. Some were tall, some were short, but Melvin did not lie, they were all gorgeous. Before we started I feared that some of them would be ugly and I would have to pretend to enjoy a good fucking, but it seemed as though there would be no problem with that now.
I smiled at them all and touched my cleavage a little bit, for interest sake. I wondered at this point just how many people had wagered on this and how much money was actually on the table. It was an exciting game and I was the focus of it all, all eyes were on me and though that would make some women nervous, it just turned me on. I walked over to the crowd of them and stopped at the first one.
“Is there anything you would like, sir?”
“I am not sure what you are asking sweetheart? But I would love to watch you get me a beer.”
“Yes sir, I can do that.”
Another one approached me from the other side, blocking my path.
“Don’t listen to that tool, he is as broke as the day is long, I however can give you a car if you give me a ride.”
I smiled and batted my eye lashes at him, but this was a guy that just may have sealed his fate in the loser column, he was too aggressive. There is a difference between confidence and obnoxiousness.
A third came to me, he picked up my hand kissed it and said,
“Enchante.”
Hahahaha, I actually laughed out loud, I felt a little bad but that was the worst come on of any of these guys.
“Boy’s, know that I do play fair and I will give each of you a chance with me, but know that usually the best kisser wins the prize inside, so you may all kiss me, however, you have to make me want to kiss you first.”
A fourth man came up to me with intention.
“Please sit down, you are working too hard, I have brought another waitress from one of my many restaurants to take care of this for you. Your work for the evening is over, all I ask is a little bit of time.”
I sat down relieved to get off my feet surrounded by a great deal of testosterone. I leaned over to the one who asked me to sit down, moved in closer and closer, then softly kissed him on the lips. It was very nice, so I went in for another kiss, a deeper more passionate kiss. Then with a thrust I pushed my tits against his chest and kissed him deeply and passionately.
The others formed a line behind him, I had to laugh again.
“Sorry boys, it’s not that kind of party, not yet anyways. He earned his, now you have to earn yours. “
So the fifth man approached me and all of the others seemed to back off. It was very strange indeed, they seemed to back off like they were a little frightened of him. He stood in front of me and undid his shirt. It looked as though he just stepped out of a fitness magazine. I reached forward to touch his perfectly sculpted chest, biting my lip as I ran my hand down his washboard abs. A smile ran across his face as 2 others took their place on either side of him and undid their shirts. They were all in phenomenal shape and I took the time to run my hands all over each one of them.<
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The first man who undid his shirt now undid his fly and pulled out his huge cock. OH MY! That was indeed something that could not be bought. I slowly walked to him staring at his huge trouser snake, put it in my hand and pulled him in close to me, he earned his kiss. I kissed him as I stroked his cock, we kissed passionately as he squeezed my chest hard, so I pushed him away. Not for any other reason than I wanted to sample all the fruit, but under other circumstances, this is not someone I would said no to.
The other 2 dared not pull out their cock as to be embarrassed by Mr. Boa constrictor. I decided to kiss them anyways but was expectantly unimpressed.
The eighth man came up behind me and began to massage my shoulders running his hands up and down my back. His touch was a firm but gentle one, it did turn me on. However what turned me on more was when he kissed my neck, that was my weakness. He kissed and licked my neck from behind as I pressed my ass up against his throbbing manhood. I wish he would have been more aggressive. That was the only problem with these boys they were too soft.
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