Sinful Knowledge (The Millionaires Social Club) Read Free

she wondered. Sure, she had often fantasized about being taken by a stranger and spent many nights masturbating while imagining what would actually happen if she had the chance to have Brad, but this? What was this all about?  
    It was the first time she had ever been treated this way and the thought that it's happening in front of others made her pussy tingle and seep even more.
    Just then, Natasha and the other girl circled around the table. Natasha stood by Todd and the other girl stopped next to Cleve and she placed her arm on his shoulder.
    In a quick blur of motion, Brad pulled at Emily's tiny panties yanking them down a point just north of the back of her knees. He spun her around and forced her to bend over with her ass in plain view of everyone. The shiny fluid from her mound started oozing out and her asshole made little pumping motions. Brad slowly ran his hand up and down the crack of Emily's ass which had now turned a dark pink. He stopped to part the mounds every couple of times. With one last tug, he gripped the rim of her panties and ripped them down the rest of the way then forced her to stand up.
    "I want you to serve the food now. You'll do it dressed just like you are. Don't even THINK about getting dressed. I'm not done with you yet little slut. Now, go do it," Brad ordered as he pointed toward the kitchen.
    Slut? He just called you a slut, Em.  
    She looked around the table and noticed the sly grins being returned by Todd and Rick. As she walked away from the table, she felt a bit humiliated, but at the same time felt turned on. All kinds of questions went through her head in such a short period of time.  
    Am I actually liking this? You need to make a run for it now, Em. What is getting me so fucking turned on about this? What the hell does Brad have in store for me next? Did you mail that package out today for the Boston client? What are you thinking?
    It was so confusing and she could hear murmuring coming from the table as she walked away. She thought she heard Brad tell the guys that they are more than welcome to fondle her when she comes around to serve them. "Give her a little swat if you want," she heard him say. Natasha followed not far behind her, and the other girl stayed in position next to Cleve.

Chapter 4
    "Natasha," Emily said in a low breathy voice. "What the fuck was that all about? That guy,...my boss mind you,...he just smacked the hell out of my ass and stripped me naked in front of his clients!," she barked at Natasha as she paced back and forth trying to make heads or tales as to what just happened.  
    "You can't tell me you didn't like it, Emily. It was quite evident that even though you didn't expect it that you weren't the least bit turned on."
    "More like shocked the fuck out! Nobody said I'd be coming here to act like some two-bit whore!"
    "You should know by now that Mr. Barker does...and gets what he wants. He hired you for a reason Emily. Jennifer didn't quite cut it, but he thinks you are a prime candidate for the Club."
    "Jennifer? You mean, Jennifer Michaels at work? She knows about this?" The tone of Emily's voice speared through Natasha.
    "Of course. She had to submit to the test as well. I guess she wasn't quite what they were looking for, but Mr. Barker still kept her on at the firm because she does great work."
    "And what the hell is this club bullshit?"  
    "The Club is...," started Natasha. "Well, honestly Emily, they will have to let you in on that. I am not privy to disclose the details. For now, I highly suggest you take this tray of food to our guests and resume your duties. I highly suggest you comply, Miss Emily." Natasha grabbed a tray loaded with four covered plates of food and placed it in Emily's hand and with a light push moved her along to the waiting table.
    Emily returned to the table and set down the first couple of plates. Laying down the third plate, she felt Rick's hand softly touch her ass and brush her thigh. Rick was an extremely good