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doing well, Emily," Brad whispered to her as he leaned forward in his seat in order to place his face only inches in front of hers. She had never been this close to Brad's face. His hazel eyes peered deep into her and his breath was light and smelled like mint and wine. She noticed how every pore on his face was perfect. He waved the bottle between their noses so they could both take in the scent of the wine mixed with the aroma of her juices.
    "You can go now," said Brad. "Natasha will take care of your pay on the way out."

Chapter 5
      It was all Emily could think of the next day at the office and the drive home last night seemed like eternity. How often does it happen where your boss asks you to help out on a dinner event where you suddenly you find yourself prancing around naked in front of complete strangers and catering to their thirst for lust?  
    "Well, how did it go, Em? Jen asked across her desk. "Em? Hello. Earth to Miss Vant."  
    "Huh...what?" Emily said as she snapped out of her momentary daze.
    "You okay, girl?" Jen asked with a smirk on her face. "Jeez, Em, it must have been one hell of night based on the distant look on your face. It's okay though. I remember the feeling of disbelief when it happened to me."
    "Happened to you? You mean you really do know about this, just as Natasha had said. You didn't even bother tell me? What kind of friend are you Jennifer Michaels?"
    "Whoa. Slow down cowgirl! Of course I knew. I thought you had figured out that you would be going there for more then just serving Sloppy Joes on a bun to a bunch of rich guys. I've done it and got paid pretty well for it, if I might say."
    "What happened afterwards, Jen? Did they treat you any different?"
    "Of course not. Brad is actually a very classy person. Sure, he may have some kinky fetishes that need to be handled, but he's really not a bad guy." Jen spoke in a tone that didn't reassure Emily too well of Brad's overall intentions.  
    "Did you go back? I mean, did it ever happen again after the first time?" Emily asked.
    "To be honest, I don't think I met their criteria for a main position. They,... I mean, Brad, never asked me to do it again. It's sort of a selection process I guess you could say, at least for a top spot in the Club."
    "Selection process? Jen, don't bullshit me. Cut to the chase! I pretty much just got eye-fucked by my boss and a group of guys I had never even seen before, and you're not being very upfront with me as to what the hell took place."
    "Okay, Okay, girl. Let me help you put this together." Jen moved closer to Emily and sat on the edge of her desk. "As you know, Brad and Mr. Bowler, I mean Rick, are very wealthy. Some might even say that they are billionaires."
    "Yeah, okay. Got it," replied Emily. "So what?"
    "Basically, my pretty lady, rich guys get what rich guys want and they want certain girls to be a part of their secret big boy social group. You went through the tryout for a top spot in their private club."
    "Wait, Jen. I didn't ask to audition or interview for anything. Besides, I have no idea what this stupid little club is all about."
    "The club, better yet, the Society, is not little at all. There are several big time rich guys from around the world that take place in it. I know that some are technology moguls which are pretty famous that take part in it as well as a couple of oil rich Arab brothers from some place called Brunei as well."
    "But what the hell do they do, Jen? I mean, what is this society all about?"
    "Em, understand that rich guys are so busy all the time with their businesses, that often times they just need a place to unwind and take care of their other needs. Some have wives and families, but often times, those are fronts or sometimes their wives just don't understand the sexual side and needs of these fine gentlemen. There's a certain stigma that goes along with being part of the super rich. That stigma is something the public sees, or at least what these guys want them to