he Alpha Men's Secret Club 2(5)

“He’s fucking you. You’re not exactly dating.”

It was crude, but true. Still, she felt like slapping him. She rose and grabbed her purse.

“Hey.” He stood up too. “I’m sorry, Kate, OK? I’m just asking you for a date, that’s all.”

“So you can fuck me too? Because you want what he has?”

He flinched. She had hit home.

“Sorry, Carlo, but I can only be a fuck doll to one person at a time.”

She turned and walked away, aware that he was staring at her in astonishment . . . and maybe admiration. Date Rust O’Brien, and your stock automatically goes up among those in the know. That was what she had come to learn.

Besides, she had a very special date to celebrate.

Her pussy contracted just to think about it.





4



At six, Kate waited at the corner of Grant and Farlow like an obedient little girl. Well, maybe not so little.

She wore a little black dress which showed her impressive cleavage to good effect. It was cold, and so she had to top it off with a jacket. Her stockings were sheer and black and she tottered around in very high black heels.

She attracted a lot of attention too, waiting there like a fish out of water. People stared at her as they passed, probably wondering if she was a hooker waiting for an early pick-up. Hell, she was waiting for a pick-up, and plenty of sex was involved.

She couldn’t help feeling excited. Rust. He always excited her. Just thinking of him – his clear green eyes, his dark, dark hair, and his body. Just looking at his body made her go weak everywhere.

How would he be picking her up? In his white Beemer?

It was 6.05, and she was starting to panic. What if he had forgotten about her? What if he decided not to turn up because she was too needy? She shouldn’t have hung around in the lecture hall for him. She had probably frightened him away. I don’t want an emotional relationship, she could almost hear him saying.

Then a black limousine drew up. It stopped right in front of her. It had one of those automatic doors which slid open.

The driver slid his window down. “You Kate Penney?”

“Uh, yes.”

Where was Rust?

“I’ve been sent to pick you up by Professor O’Brien. Please step in.”

Oh. He was giving her the first class treatment now. This was unexpected. Kate was both astonished and pleased.

She stepped into the back. Rust, of course, was nowhere to be seen. The door slid shut behind her. The driver stepped on the gas pedal and they drove off.

Are we going somewhere nice? Kate wondered.

They were barely two minutes into the ride when the driver half-turned back and handed her an envelope.

“This is for you, Ms. Kate.”

She took it. It was an embossed white envelope with a white tiger upon it. There was no doubt who it was from.

“Am I supposed to open it?” she asked.

“Yes.”

With trepidation, she tore the envelope open. She was afraid it might say: ‘I’m sorry I can’t join you tonight, but have one on me.’

She was afraid of being stood up.

There was a note inside the envelope. It said:



‘DARLING KATE,



LET’S SEE HOW WELL YOU CAN FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS.



ARE YOU WEARING PANTIES? IF YOU ARE, TAKE THEM OFF NOW.



RUST.’



Uh, she was wearing panties. She was wearing them just in case they needed to go out for dinner and her skirt was rather short. It was just in case she dropped something and had to bend over to pick it up, so it was best not to be too exposed.

She looked at the back of the limo driver’s head. Was this a test? Was he supposed to report back to Rust if she didn’t do as she was instructed?

Uh . . .

She could do this. She had come so far with Rust. They had come so far together.

She reached down and hiked up her skirt to the top of her thighs. She was shielded from the driver’s gaze by the front seat, but she wasn’t sure if there was a camera trained on her. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and pulled the flimsy fabric off her hips and down her legs. She wriggled them off her feet.

There. Mission completed. The driver didn’t turn once. She stuffed the rolled up wad of panties into her purse.

“Have you done it, Miss?”

Huh? The driver knew what Rust requested her to do?

“Um, yes.”

“Good. I am instructed to give you another envelope.” He handed her yet another embossed one.

With trepidation, she took it and opened it. She hoped Rust was not going to ask her to expose herself to the driver. Frankly, she wouldn’t put anything past him.

This time, the note said:



‘VERY GOOD, KATE. I LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING YOU WITHOUT YOUR PANTIES. NOW THE DRIVER WILL TAKE YOU SOMEPLACE SPECIAL. BE SURE TO FOLLOW FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS WHEN YOU GET THERE.