Invitation Only

(An Erotica Tale)

By: Molina Storm

 

The Invitation

Charles looked at the crowd of mid-level employees staring at him for answers. He was the CEO of a major technology firm providing high level software to fortune 500 companies. To everyone there he was the man with everything. He had a million dollar home, three foreign model cars, a yacht and more money anyone could spend in one lifetime. Not only was he rich but what many called handsome. His 6'4 frame was sculpted by hard earned muscles and his blue eyes were the color of the pristine waters of Fiji. Many women melted with the appearance of his pearly white smile. However, the one thing everyone envied most was his power. He had the power to call shots, to hire and fire, to build and to destroy. He often exercised his power on a few occasions with cruelty.

He concluded his meeting and rushed out of the conference room quickly. What no one knew was how sexually frustrated he was. He was very particular about what he liked behind closed doors. However, he didn't know any woman whom he trusted enough to give it to him. A meeting with an old friend just might be the answer to his prayers.

The valet pulled up in his red and black Aston Martin One-77 trying to conceal the excitement at having actually been in it. Charles pulled out a one hundred dollar bill and tipped the young driver before getting inside and speeding off.

"Call Donald" He spoke to his car phone and waited to hear it ring. Within a moment he could hear the familiar voice of his old college buddy.

"Are you excited?" his friend asked.

"Should I be?" He tried playing cool but his palms began to sweat.

"Yes my friend, you should be. What you're about to embark on is an invitation only affair. You are to never speak of what I am sharing unless the person you are telling is worthy of its secret."

"This sounds to mythical to me." Charles tried to laugh off his friends request but was abruptly stopped by the tone in Donald's voice.

"I am serious man, what I am sharing with you is kept very discreet, very private and my open invitation depends on it remaining that way. Now listen, I want you to meet me at the Boyd's Lounge over on Spellman. You should only have your car keys, I will shoot you an email with the account you will need to wire the five thousand to. That email will come one hour before you meet with Dior ok?"

Charles listened to the instructions becoming more apprehensive by the second. He wanted what his friend promised and was unsure if he would be able to get it.

He placed his house keys in the crystal bowl by the front door. He decided to take a hot shower to rinse away his nerves about the evening. He stripped away his custom Italian made suit lying it carefully across his bed, removed his new Sea-Dweller 4000 Rolex and walked naked to his bathroom. He tested the water before standing inside.

Images of the last failed sexual encounter filling his head. The woman weak and submissive made him push her off of his bed and onto the floor. He yelled for her to leave his house. She gathered her clothes confused and embarrassed and begging to know what she'd done wrong. She tried again to be seductive by talking in a soft, whiny tone. It only infuriated him further. He screamed at her more aggressively, yelling for her to leave and not to expect a call. Just the thought of her weakness made his dick shrivel under the soothing warmth of the water.