he Alpha Men's Secret Club 2(6)

RUST.’



OK. No exposure. Yet.

“Where are we going?” Kate piped up timidly.

“It’s a surprise, Miss. I’ve been told not to tell you until we get there.”

Great. Rust was really laying the mysterious date thing on thick. She was flattered. Very flattered. This might be an elaborate fuck game, but it showed he cared enough about it to arrange everything. Or maybe she was kidding herself that he cared. Maybe he just liked mind games. Domination and submission games, that was all.

The limo purred down the streets, stopping at traffic lights and going again. Kate had never been in a car ride this smooth before. Her lack of underwear was beginning to tell on her. Her pussy – bare under her short skirt – was leaking. She was careful to sit with her legs closed tightly lest the driver should turn and glimpse something he shouldn’t.

They were weaving into a part of town she had never been to before. Here, the houses were more elaborate. The apartment blocks looked glitzy and expensive. Her heart leaped when the limo turned into Hartford Avenue. Hartford Avenue! Wasn’t there where the Professor lived? She had never been to his penthouse before. They had only ever fucked away from his home.

But now it was clear that a new level had been breached. She was going to visit his home.

This had to mean something.

Sure enough, the limo stopped outside a swanky apartment building about twenty floors high.

“This is where you get off, Miss.”

“Um, what do I do next?”

“The doorman will tell you.”

She got out, feeling ill at ease. She was a middle-class girl from a middle-class neighborhood. This area was clearly the domain of the rich. She knew the Professor lived in Hartford Avenue, of course, but it never struck her – what it really meant for both of them – until now.

She was way out of her league.





5



But Kate was nothing if not bold.

She had never been the sort to be outwardly daring. Hers was the way of lurking around in the shadows. But she had been doing a lot of things she never thought she would be doing before, and she certainly wasn’t going to stop now – no matter how out of her depth she felt.

The limo pulled away, leaving her all alone outside the swanky apartment building with its canopied doorway and liveried doorman.

She smiled at him. He smiled back.

“Are you Ms Kate Penney?” he said.

“Yes.”

“I have been instructed by Mr. Rust O’Brien to escort you upstairs to his penthouse.”

She lifted her chin in excitement.

“Sure,” she said, more confidently than she felt.

The inside was even more luxe than she thought it would be. The reception was covered with a plush carpet which allowed her heels to sink in comfortably. The ceiling wore a chandelier which must have cost half her house back in Omaha.

The doorman led her past the elevator bank to the side – to a private elevator. He pressed the button and the door slid open.

“After you, Miss.”

She stepped in, feeling discomfited by the whole princess-ey treatment. Was the doorman aware that she wasn’t wearing panties?

The doors slid close with a hiss. The doorman swiped a card and pressed the top button: ‘20’. She saw her own reflection in the chromed fittings of the elevator’s interior – pale-faced and a little too avowed for her taste. She resembled a fish out of water. Her dress was cheap by standards like these, although it was the most expensive thing in her wardrobe. Her stockings were cheap, and her shoes were cheap.

She felt like a cheap whore being ushered upstairs for a night of unbridled lust.

“Has he lived in this building long?” she asked the doorman.

“Who? Mr. O’Brien?”

“Yes.”

“As long as I’ve been here, though that isn’t saying much, Miss. I’ve been working here for two years, tops.”

“Oh.” There was so much she wanted to ask the doorman, but she didn’t know where to begin. Things like: ‘Have you shown plenty of women upstairs to his penthouse?’

The elevator went ‘ping’ and the doors slid open. They had arrived.

“Go ahead, Miss.” The doorman held his hand out.

She stepped out of the elevator. The passageway ahead was dimly lighted and covered with the same plush carpet as downstairs. The doorman overtook her and led her to the first double doors on their right. She looked up at them. They were gleaming wood and imposing.

The doorman produced a large brass key and unlocked one of the doors. He opened it.

“You can go right in, Miss.”

“He gives you a key?”

“Sometimes. When he’s not around, I have to water his plants. And there are plenty of them inside.”