Chapter 1

      Cassandra blushed. Sat in Vincent’s lavish and generous office, his vivid
descriptions as he lazily swung from side to side in his leather chair made her feel a
little uncomfortable and fidget with embarrassment. So colourful were his detailed stories
of voyeurism and exhibitionism, Cassandra wished she had worn underwear tonight. She could
feel her pussy start to weep excited and wildly uncontrollable sticky juices. 
      “Yes Mr Drago. I am available and could start straight away!”
      Cassandra couldn’t help her nervous fumbling. His devilishly good looks didn’t
help. Nor did his confident manner, or the way his eyes constantly undressed her. He did
nothing to make her feel relaxed, but he did make her feel desired, a part of his future.
There was chemistry here. She could feel it. He made no attempt to hide the fact that he
liked what he could see.
      The conversation flowed effortlessly and drifted from Vincent’s descriptions of how
his business came into being, what they did to provide absolute customer satisfaction and
deeply probing personal questions about Cassandra. It seemed that he was less interested
in her professional qualifications and more interested in her secrets.
      “No Mr Drago, I’m not married. I do consider myself to be an advanced user of a
word processor!”
      After the initial handshake and smiling eye contact, he invited her to sit down and
launched into his detailed depiction of unrestricted lust. This was a place he said, where
fantasies really do come true. Within seconds of taking up his offer to sit, she realised
that the low chair, her high heels, his heightened, elevated position, her incredibly
short black dress and lack of underwear made damn sure he could see all of her long, slim
and shapely legs. Cassandra wanted the room to swallow her up. His sudden frankness and
her disadvantaged position where all she could do was bare all, made her flush with
unexpected excitement.
      
      ‘Oh god.. he can see my pussy! Maybe he planned it this way? What if he likes
blondes? What if he wants a redhead? Am I showing too much cleavage? Is he making me wet,
or is it his stories?’
      
      Cassandra toyed with her long black hair nervously, coiling a small handful around
and around her finger. It annoyed her that she couldn’t look him in the eye. He had such
incredibly piercing eyes, but every time he looked at her face, she blushed, looking down
at her elevated knees that felt more and more naked by the minute.
      Maybe, Cassandra thought, that her reactions were a part of the interview. Maybe he
was being so outrageous, just to see how far he could push her. One thing for certain, she
wasn’t going to squirm, nor however much he probed, she was not going to tell him about
her fetish. How she liked to submit to a force that would make her do anything he wanted.
How she could only ever feel alive, when bound, gagged and even tortured.
      “Actually Mr Drago, I do feel some excitement at the thought that someone might be
watching me. No, I have never been tied up or whipped, but it sounds exciting! Yes, I’m
quite open about sex and ... Er... no actually, I have never been in an orgy! I do have a
diploma in office administration.”
      Vincent was the proud owner of ‘Peepers’. A business he had dreamed about for
years. He fell lucky. An Uncle died, leaving him with a worthless and empty warehouse.
‘Sell it!’ was the advice from friends and family, but Vincent knew exactly what to do
with it. After six months of hard work and financial strain, he was open for business.
Five years later, Vincent was a ‘Don’ amongst the variant community, his wealth and
influence immense.
      “Yes, Mr Drago, I am quite open to people’s sexual preferences. Would you like to
know how fast I can type?”
      Located just off 5th Avenue, it was perfect for New York’s finest upwardly mobile
money spenders. Already Peepers was a legend. It was more than just a bar where
stockbrokers and lawyers could unwind with endless amounts of free alcohol and talk shop.
It was a safe place to unleash their most secret and inner most, darkest desires.
Membership was strictly by invitation only. Applicants required vetting. The screening
process included an interview, a medical examination and a petition signed by at least ten
existing members. Couples found themselves strictly forbidden. Most found their
application denied without any explanation. Unless, that is, you were in a position of
influence within the law enforcement or judiciary system.
      “To tell you the truth Mr Drago, I don’t know if I would enjoy three men making
love to me at the same time… maybe? No. Ten strangers rubbing oil into my naked flesh is
not something I have thought about before. Would I be able to keep flexible hours?”
      A place for watchers and doers, Peepers corridors meandered endlessly with
anti-chambers and small, darkened rooms where Peepers very own clientele weren’t just
invited, they were actively encouraged to take part and escape from daily life into a
fantasy world of fetishism and sexual depravity. Whether you liked to watch or whether you
liked others to watch, there was a place for everyone. Soon the City’s business meetings
began with a pointing finger and a wry smile that whispered ‘Peepers... right?’
      No one spoke about it. The clubs rules were strict. If anyone disobeyed and
discovered discussing the club in public, then banishment followed and Peepers was just
too good to ‘not’ be a member. If you weren’t in, then you were out. That simple!
Banishment from Peepers usually meant banishment from circles of power and influence. A
career could be over just by breaking a club rule and wreaking the wrath of Vincent Drago
was not a good idea. Drago justice was swift, painful and crossed continents.
      Cassandra wasn’t here on bent knee, begging for membership, as many did. An
unexpected and surprisingly exciting invitation arrived at her door. Quite taken aback,
curiosity soon found her asking questions. The more stonewalling she faced, the more
convinced she became and determined to land the job. Cassandra’s invite was to attend an
interview for the most coveted position in the New York Tri-State area. Vincent Drago’s
personal secretary.
      “Yes Mr Drago... I very much want this job and... okay I’ll tell you… yes I love
being dominated!”
      As the interview progressed, Cassandra became convinced that Vincent’s probing
questions about ‘her’ sexual preferences could mean only one thing. He wanted a secretary
that was as bold, adventurous and as daring as his business. He wanted a secretary that
would be obedient to the last. Someone, who without question, would obey his every
command. He had invited her. There was no question in her mind. Someone had blabbed!
Someone must have told him about her secret. The one that was just too weird for most,
causing boyfriends to go as quickly as they came. Cassandra saw in her new possible
employer an opportunity to not only have a good job, but to enjoy some extra fringe
benefits that she thought were only possible in her darkest dreams. It seemed that the
perks on offer held value worth far more than a company car or a mobile phone.
      Deliberately leaning forward more than she needed to, she made sure the loose
material of her dress around her breasts dangled enough to show more than she normally
would have liked. It wasn’t enough to show all of her. Not enough for him to see her
nipples, or the fact they were erect and large, but just enough to make it clear that
underneath that figure hugging black dress there was only naked skin. Skin that now
tingled with excitement and goose pumped flesh that surged blood through her veins. 
      Slowly uncrossing her legs and lingering, she allowed Vincent to leer at her short
hemline, waiting for the attention on his face. Waiting for that slightly confused look
that asked ‘is she wearing any?’ Timing is everything. There it was. That second look that
lingered. The eyes locking in and then disbelief as Cassandra crossed one leg over onto
the other. Vincent shuffled in his chair and leaned forward. He found it difficult to hide
his frustration and disappointment.
      A wry smile spread across his face. Slowly but surely, he began to nod. A strangely
alluring and intriguing sparkle flashed across his eyes.
      “I think you just might be what I’m looking for.”