“Bevy, your eleven o’clock is waiting in the lounge, shall I bring him in?” The towering mass of muscle stood right inside the door to Bevy’s office.

Bevy dropped the paper she held in her hand on top of the stacks of other papers scattered all over her desk. “It’s eleven already? Where did the morning go?” She huffed as she gestured for Michael to sit on the upholstered chair in front of her desk.

“It goes fast when you’re busy,” Michael said as he took a seat. Michael was an Essential at the Mansion, but Bevy also employed him as her assistant. He was a gentle giant, and he’d been working for Bevy as an Essential for only two months when she offered him the extra responsibility. That was two years ago, and Michael became one of Bevy’s finest decisions.

“Did the boys clean out the hot tubs?” Bevy lifted an invoice off her desk, pulled out her desk drawer, and shoved it in a red file overstuffed with papers.

“Yes, and they used the 35% hydrogen peroxide you gave them.” Michael rubbed his large hands on the tops of his thighs.

“Good, it’s amazing what that can do for your skin besides for the cleanliness of the water. I hope the guys saved me a bottle for my baths.” Bevy looked at Michael over the top of her readers.

“They did. I put it in your bathroom under the sink.”

“Wonderful, Michael, what would I do without you?”

“Well, let’s hope you never have to find out.” Michael shifted forward on the seat and folded his hands in front of him. “Do you want to talk about your eleven o’clock before I bring him in?”

“Yes, what’s your first impression?” Bevy sat forward in the chair anticipating Michael’s input. The last five candidates were duds, and Michael called it the second they introduced themselves to him. He had good instinct and Bevy relied on it often.

“You’re going to like him.” Michael did a sort of singsong when he answered Bevy. “He’s a smart one. He even looks smart.” Michael pointed from one eye to the other. “He wears glasses. They make him look like a college professor.”

A smile stretched across Bevy’s face. “You haven’t answered that question with that kind of response in months. This guy must have potential.”

“I know we saw some real low-life candidates, but Jeremy Turner is a good-looking bastard and well-spoken. As long as everything else measures up, he’s perfect for RAW.”

“Ooh, goody, bring him in.” Bevy rubbed her hands together then relaxed back in her chair.

Michael left her office and came back after being gone only a minute. “Jeremy Turner, meet Miss Bevy Mitchel, owner of RAW.”

Jeremy strutted over to Bevy with his outstretched hand. Bevy stood from her desk; her eyes went wide as a smile stretched across her face. “Have a seat, Jeremy.” Bevy said after she shook his large hand. “Michael, thank you, you may go.”

“Yes, Bevy.” Michael gave Bevy a wink and closed the door to her office.

Bevy gazed at Jeremy without saying anything. His face had strong character. Bevy noticed his big brown eyes and beautiful thick eyebrows groomed to perfection. His nose was straight with narrow nostrils. His perfect sized mouth with full lips and slight stubble covering his chiseled jawline caught her attention next. He had thick dark hair with a little wave to it and he wore black-rimmed glasses that made him look like a sexy college professor. Bevy immediately envisioned him working at RAW.

“So far, I’m very pleased with your face. Smile for me, then open your mouth.”

Jeremy smiled, and Bevy had to control her swoon. He opened his mouth wide.

“Nice straight white teeth. Please, stick out your tongue.”

Jeremy stuck out his tongue.

“Beautiful. I hope you maintain good thorough oral hygiene.”

“I do.” Jeremy swiped his hand down over his mouth.

“Did you graduate college?”

“Yes, ma’am. I studied chemistry.”

“Why?” Bevy asked.

“My family wanted me to be a doctor. I regret it now. I wish I studied history.” Jeremy glanced down at Bevy’s desk. It was a mess. Papers covered the entire top of the desk.

“Why a doctor?” Bevy studied his face. Not only did he look smart, but also he was smart. Bonus!

“My dad, my brother, and my uncle are all plumbers. I’m the youngest, and my mother dreamed of me becoming a doctor. It was her wish not mine.” Jeremy pointed to her desk, “I see you don’t like paperwork.”

“God, I hate it. I’d rather be gardening.” Bevy said, sighing. “What about your dad? Did he want you to be a doctor?”

“I worked with my father all throughout high school. I was good at plumbing, but he told me to think bigger because it would disappoint my mother if I didn’t go to medical school.”

“Did you like working in plumbing?” Bevy asked.

“I like working with my hands and fixing things. I did well in school, but medicine isn’t my passion.”

Bevy smiled as she thought about Jeremy being called to some woman’s house to fix her pipes. “You can always go back to school.” Bevy scribbled some notes on the paper in front of her.

“I need to pay off my student loans first.”

“Well if I hire you that won’t be a problem.” Bevy let her readers fall to the tip of her nose. “Stand and let me look at your body.”

Jeremy stood and let his arms drop to his sides.

“Turn around.” Bevy twirled her finger in front of her.

Jeremy turned and stayed with his back facing her.

“How tall are you?”

“Six two,” Jeremy answered.

“Stay turned around but remove your clothes, leave your underwear on.”

Jeremy unbuttoned his shirt, slid it down his muscular arms, and dropped it on the chair next to him. He heard a small gasp come from behind him and it brought a slight smirk to his face. Jeremy was used to that kind of reaction from women. Next, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pushed them down to his ankles. Jeremy stepped out of them, kicked them a few inches in front of him, then bent down and picked them up. He tossed them on the chair on top of his shirt. He stood straight up with his arms dropped to the side of his body.

Ms. Bevy Mitchel remained silent, but her body screamed. This boy was perfection. His back showcased every muscle. He had broad shoulders, and his muscled arms led to his large, strong hands. His skin was clear with very little hair except on his forearms. “Do you wax?” Bevy asked.

“No ma’am.”

Bevy released a long shuttering exhale. Of course, you don’t. Your perfection comes naturally.

Bevy picked up her cell and typed a text message. Wait till you see what is standing in front of me!!! I love my job;)

Bevy continued her assessment of his body. He had a perfect ass that looked squeezable in his briefs, and his long legs were muscular like the rest of his body. She only hoped that when she asked him to turn around the front would not disappoint. Jeremy could have the smallest penis known to man, and this gig would be all over.

“You may turn around.” Bevy held her breath.

Jeremy turned around, and Bevy clenched her legs together. She exhaled and stared right at it. “Wow.”

One corner of Jeremy’s mouth tilted up.

“Take those off please.” Using the pen in her hand, Bevy pointed to his briefs.

Jeremy slid his briefs down to his ankles and flung them on the chair next to him where he tossed his shirt and pants. His thick cock hung heavy over his substantial balls.

“Is that semi-hard?”

“Not yet but would you like to see it hard?” Jeremy asked as he cupped his penis.

“Oh, I will. That’s the next phase of this interview process.” Bevy cleared her throat and sat straight up in her chair. “Stay where you are. Don’t move. I’ll need to examine you closer.”

Bevy stood from her desk, smoothed out her skirt, and walked over and stood behind Jeremy. She moved her hand over the skin of his back then down to his ass. She cupped the firm, meaty flesh with both hands and squeezed. She then slipped her fingers between his legs causing Jeremy to jolt. After she had let the heaviness of his balls settle in her hand, she moved away. “Turn around, please.”

Jeremy turned around, “Now, I’m hard.”

Bevy looked down and cleared her throat. “Yes, I see. Please put your clothes back on.” As Bevy walked back to her desk, she mentally chastised herself for promising Bill she’d no longer take part in the practical part of the interview.

Bill came up with this genius idea of holding a raffle. One lucky member of Raw entered into a raffle, and if Bevy pulled her name, that member would have the pleasure of taking part in the practical part of the interview.

Bevy sat back in her chair and pressed the buzzer. “Michael, can you come in please?” Bevy’s voice echoed out in the foyer.

Michael swung open the office door, “Yes, Bevy.”

“Michael, please bring Jeremy up to Room Nine and explain to him the process.”

“Come with me.” Michael nodded his head towards the hallway.

Bevy sat at her desk chewing on her cuticle. She picked up her cell and began typing. Wait until you meet our new hire! Yummy is one word that comes to mind.

Bevy hit send and stood from her desk. She exhaled. “Back to work. It’s a dirty job, but someone has to do it.” Bevy said to her empty office.

 

Michael explained to Jeremy the next phase of the interview as they walked to Room Nine. Jeremy understood what Bevy expected of him. He practiced enough over the last two weeks, and he felt comfortable that he could deliver. Jeremy’s only concern was getting comfortable with people watching as he performed. It wasn’t something he could practice at home before the interview so he’d have to learn on the job.

Michael opened the bedroom door, and the first thing Jeremy saw was a naked woman tied with her hands above her head lying in the middle of the bed. She circled her full hips around in anticipation. Her heavy tits dropped to the sides of her body, and she had thick thighs.

After checking out the girl on the bed, Jeremy looked around. Room Nine had a large four-poster bed with white silk sheets, large pillows scattered throughout the chamber, a metal grid hung from the ceiling, a large wooden cross shape with thick iron screw eyes stood on the farthest wall, and an ornately carved dark wood armoire stood near the cross. Facing the bed hung a large mirror.

As they walked closer to the bed, Michael spoke to the woman. “Are you excited, Amy?”

“Very.” The woman squealed.

“You remember the rules, Amy.”

“Yes, Michael. The blind fold stays on because the man who is going to make me orgasm may not get hired so my identity must remain private.”

“Good Girl,” Michael said as he reached down and patted her naked thigh.

Jeremy got a better look at her entire body. A thick lump of hair covered her pussy. He hadn’t gone down on a female with hair on her pussy in years. It was the one thing he didn’t like, but he couldn’t be picky. He needed this job; he’ll do what he needed to get the job and worry about the particulars later.

Michael pulled Jeremy over in the corner. “Now Jeremy, Amy is a member and she likes it all, so knock yourself out, but for the sake of the interview process, there will be no props. The only things you can use are the things God above gave you.” Michael whispered so Amy couldn’t hear him.

“Is the candidate in the room?” Amy called out.

“Yes, he is. And you can call him Master.”

“Hello, Master,” Amy spoke to the air.

“Hello, Amy,” Jeremy responded.

Amy squealed when she heard Master speak. “You have a very nice voice, Master.” A chill passing over Amy’s skin made her body quiver.

“Okay, you two, I’ll leave you to it.” Michael landed his massive hand on Jeremy’s shoulder. “Good Luck, man.”

Michael left, and Jeremy glanced at the large mirror on the wall. He knew they watched behind that mirror, but he had to try and put it out of his mind. He walked closer to the bed and gazed over Amy’s body. He noticed a large diamond on her left hand with a plain silver band underneath. Jeremy hadn’t given it much thought before now, but most of the members were probably married.

The bed dipped as Jeremy sat on the edge next to Amy. “Amy, I’m going to lean over and release your hands.”

“Yes, Master, whatever you want.” Amy continued to circle her hips.

Jeremy shifted closer to Amy to untie her hands. As he stretched over her, she inhaled his scent. Amy noticed he smelled of leather. “Do you have whips?”

“No. No whips, remember the rules.”

“I know, but I thought I smelled leather.”

“Maybe, it’s my cologne.” Jeremy tilted his head down to his chest attempting to smell himself. He stopped when he remembered he had an audience. He shot his head up before any one could realize he was sniffing himself. His eyes immediately focused on a crystal candy dish filled with condoms on the table next to the bed. He had to think quickly. He needed this job, but he was in no frame of mind to deal with Amy’s hairy pussy. Everything else about her was perfect but that hair was too much.

He took off his glasses and placed them next to the candy dish filled with condoms. He then removed each article of clothing and tossed them at the foot of the bed.

Fully naked, Jeremy stared down at Amy’s body. He slid his arms under her, lifted her slightly and moved her to the edge of the bed leaving just enough space for him to sit down. She squealed at the contact and abrupt movement. “Your skin feels warm,” Amy commented.

“Because I’m turned on.” Jeremy caressed the side of her face. “You’re a beautiful woman, Amy.”

Amy tilted her head into the palm of his hand. “You think so?” She asked. Amy hadn’t felt beautiful in years, and her husband never told her she was beautiful though he loved to comment on other women’s beauty.

“Yes, Amy, you have sexy curves. Your body is soft and womanly. A body made for pleasure.” Jeremy slowly moved his fingertips over Amy’s skin.

Amy purred. “Master, that’s the nicest thing a man has ever said to me.”

Jeremy leaned down and kissed Amy’s forehead then shifted his mouth to her ear. He nuzzled in close and breathed out before he spoke. “Amy, I’ve never been one to follow the rules. My name is Jeremy, but we have an audience so don’t let them see my name on your lips.” When he finished he placed a soft kiss on her ear.

Amy shook her head. “Thank you, Master, for being so wonderful.”

Jeremy sat up, scanned Amy’s body and glided his palm over her soft skin. “Amy, I want you to spread your legs for me.” His voice was silk.

Amy took a deep breath in and spread her legs. Jeremy took his two fingers and slid them down over her seam. He separated her lips and trailed his fingers inside her fleshy hairy folds carrying her juices up her body, over her neck and stopped when he got to her mouth. He glided his fingers over her lips. “Open.” He demanded.

Amy opened her mouth.

“Suck.” Jeremy slid his fingers into Amy’s mouth. She sucked hard all the way to the tip of his fingers and released them with a pop.

He reached for her hand and brought it between her legs. “Touch yourself.” Amy separated her folds and circled her clit. Jeremy sat on the edge of the bed and began kneading her breasts. He moved his mouth over her taut nipple and sucked as Amy fingered herself.

“Baby, you are so fucking sexy.” Jeremy trailed kisses up her neck and nuzzled into her ear. “I want you.”

“You can’t have me, Master.” Her voice ascended in pitch.

He moved his hand over her soft cheek and kissed the corners on her mouth. “What can I have?”

“You can only watch.” Lucky for Jeremy, Amy fell right into his role-play.

Jeremy got up on the bed. He grabbed Amy behind her knees and bent her legs. He pushed both knees wide open and watched as her fingers circled her sensitive flesh. “But baby, my dick is swollen for you.” Jeremy took her free hand and placed it on his rock hard erection.

Amy’s breath shuddered, “Oh my God, you’re huge.” She wrapped her fingers around Jeremy’s cock and glided her hand up and down its length. “Too fucking bad that my pussy is off limits to you.” Amy moved her fingers faster over her clit.

“Please, give me permission to touch you,” Jeremy begged.

Amy released her hand from his erection. “No, I want you to grab your cock and cum all over my face.”

“Let me touch your fucking beautiful tits.”

“Only my tits. Now, start hand fucking yourself. I want to feel your thick cum dripping in my mouth.”

Jeremy kneaded Amy’s tits, rolling her pebbled nipples between his fingers while he stroked his cock on the side of her thigh. He then wrapped his hand around his girth and pumped up and down on his cock.

“Amy you’re beautiful. I’m not going to last watching you like this.” He felt the build up. He stood, braced his feet on the floor beneath him and grabbed Amy’s tit as he brought the tip of his cock up to her lips. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out attempting to drink it in, and as his cum landed in her mouth, she shot her head back, and her body bucked as she orgasmed.

Jeremy looked down at her fingers and watched her squirt all over them. Amy tossed her head from side to side as she thanked Master for bringing her to this blissful place.

“Amy, I’m sorry I have to do this, but Michael said as soon as you orgasm I need to leave the room.” Jeremy put his eyeglasses back on and dressed.

“No problem. I know the routine.” And just like that, she acted as if nothing happened. “I hope you get hired.”

“Thanks, Amy, I hope so too.”

“Come closer, Master.”

Jeremy leaned into her.

“Bring your ear to my lips,” Amy whispered.

Jeremy rested his ear near her mouth.

“Jeremy, I’m going to make sure you get hired.” Amy giggled.

Jeremy nuzzled into her ear and spoke, “Thank you, sweetheart. I look forward to seeing you again.” He softly kissed her cheek.

 

Jeremy stood out in the hallway waiting for Michael to show him back to Bevy’s office.

“Hey, man, how did it go?” Michael came walking down the dimly lighted hallway.

“Amy seemed happy,” Jeremy responded.

“That’s all that matters.” Michael paused, “And that she orgasmed.”

“She orgasmed.”

“Good job, man. You know Bevy can spot a fake orgasm from miles away.”

“Why would a girl fake an orgasm?” It made no sense to Jeremy.

“They don’t want to hurt the guy’s feelings.” Michael patted him on the back. “I’ll bring you back to Bevy.”

As they walked down the hallway, a guy approached carrying rope. “Hey, Michael.”

“Stocking Room Six for that special guest?”

“Yeah, it’s my favorite.” The guy grinned as he passed Jeremy. “Newbie.” He nodded towards Jeremy.

“We’ll know in five minutes,” Michael said as they passed each other.

“Good Luck, man.” The guy said to Jeremy.

“Thanks.” Jeremy looked back as he dipped into a doorway further down the hall.

As they continued to walk, another guy approached carrying a box. “Hey Luke, we just passed Dave.”

“Perfect timing,” Luke said as he stepped aside so Jeremy and Michael could pass him.

“Where’s he’s going?” Jeremy asked.

“To Room Six. Some girls like to be gang banged.” Michael explained. “We have a traveling guest. Sometimes Bevy makes allowances for members. One of our members has a houseguest that is leaving tomorrow, so we’re hooking her up today but don’t worry it doesn’t happen too often. Bevy likes to adhere to the rules and Monday and Tuesdays are our usual days off.”

Jeremy couldn’t get past the idea. “Gang banged?” Jeremy wasn’t entirely put off by the notion, but he needed clarification. “How many guys participate?”

“Depends on what the member requests. This way, man.” Michael pointed to frosted double doors at the end of the hallway. “Go through the doors, down the stairs, and Bevy’s office is on the left at the bottom. You’ll recognize it when you get there. Knock before you enter.”

“Are you sure I should go in alone?” Jeremy watched as Michael turned and walked back down the hall.

“Yeah, she won’t mind. I want to go watch Room SIx.” Michael began a slow run. “Hope you get the job, man. You’ll fit in perfectly here.”

“Thanks.” Jeremy raised his eyebrow as he watched Michael disappear into a door.

Jeremy couldn’t believe what he just heard, but it still didn’t deter him. He heard the guys that worked at Raw made well over six figures their first year. Jeremy needed that kind of cash, so he wasn’t going to judge anyone’s sexual preferences. Jeremy liked slow, sensual sex with one partner. He wanted the job, but he never gave the specifics much thought when he applied with RAW’s recruiter. RAW was going to be a whole new world for him if offered the position.

Raw had a prestigious reputation. It was known for its exclusivity where incredible looking men catered to wealthy women. It was private, and only the most elite could attend. It cost big bucks to be a guest, but the women knew their wildest fantasies could be safely played out under the supervision and care of Bevy Mitchel.

Known for her sophistication, elegance, and discretion, Bevy Mitchel was a pillar of the community. No one dared question her, talk about her, or even cock a brow at her. She was respected and because of that so was Raw; though most people knew very little about what went on inside RAW.

They knew it was a private club with a full-service spa and a resort atmosphere. The interview process to become a member was long and sometimes grueling. Bevy knew only a certain kind of woman could handle a membership at RAW. Having money didn’t give you an automatic entry into this exclusive world.

After Bevy Mitchel’s fourth husband had died, she considered selling the mansion to settle some of the debt he left. Bevy’s fourth husband gambled and left her with very little cash. The mansion was the only real equity left, but she’d lose it if she didn’t find an alternative to pay off his other debts. A silent partner approached her about converting the mansion into a place where women could unleash their sexual fantasies. It took very little convincing for Bevy to move forward in the process. Bevy knew she had to find a way to make a living and the idea intrigued her.

Quietly word got out about Raw, and slowly her business became a successful enterprise, and Bevy Mitchel never looked back. Rumor had it that Bevy and her silent partner were each worth over fifty million dollars, but to this day, no rumors surfaced on whom that silent partner might be.

 

Jeremy got to the bottom of the steps and stood in front of the door to her office. He sucked in a breath then tapped on the door.

“Come in.” Jeremy heard her voice then opened the door. “Jeremy, have a seat,” Bevy said. She made no eye contact with him as she scribbled on the paper in front of her.

Jeremy sat down and stared back at the woman with fiery red hair and green eyes. He hadn’t paid attention to details when he first saw her, but now that the bulk of the interview was over he relaxed and took in more of the surroundings.

Bevy dripped with gold and diamonds. She was a beautiful fifty something-year-old woman. Bevy had the office richly decorated in shades of white and green. She sat in a white upholstered high back chair, and an abstract work of art hung on the wall behind her. Though, Jeremy could care less about all of it. All he could think about was this fiery redhead watching him cum all over her client’s face, and he feared Bevy Mitchel wasn’t impressed.

“So Jeremy, that was different?” Bevy sat back in her chair rolling a pen between her fingers.

Jeremy cleared his throat. “Different good or different bad?”

“Just different. Most candidates go for the straight forward hard fuck trying to impress me with their stamina.” Bevy tossed the pen on the desk and sat forward resting her elbows on the desk. “I like everything about the way you look, and you do not lack in the size category, but I’m not sure about your willingness to accomplish the tasks ahead of you.”

The air in the room felt thick, Jeremy anticipated Ms. Mitchel’s response. If only he’d gone down on Amy or at least fucked her. He reconsidered and regretted his strategy as he waited to hear the words, “You’re not the right fit for RAW.”