Chapter 8: Isaac
Me, Denny, and Sammy arrived at Club D just after seven on Friday night. We rode up in one of the company’s Mercedes G Wagons with Sammy at the wheel, driving up the narrow mountain road fast enough to cause my butt to pucker. I rode in the back while Sammy and Denny road in the front acting like a couple of horny teenagers on their way to their first whorehouse.
The place was the model of controlled chaos when we walked through the doors, dozens of employees preparing for ten o’clock when the first members would start to arrive. The employees were like busy little bees with great tits and tight asses buzzing about, getting ready for another big weekend. Servers, waitresses, bartenders, hostesses, chefs, and sommeliers hurried by, all female, of course, and all beautiful.
The only male employee allowed in the manor house was Monte—Mr. Lemon, if you please—and he was always the consummate gentleman. It helped that he was gay as a parade float, though you’d never know it by his appearance or mannerisms, other than his impeccable grooming and meticulous style. The temptation for him to abuse his authority over the women simply wasn’t there. Plus, he loved the shit piles of money we paid him for managing the whole shebang. He was too old to go back to Weehawken to manage an Olive Garden and he knew it. He’d be a fool to screw this gig up.
The Escorts and Specialists were upstairs in their private suites with the hair and makeup artists we kept on staff to keep the girls looking beautiful. Yes, the Escorts and Specialists were treated better than the rest of the girls on staff, but they were the ones who brought in the big bucks for the charitable trust and kept the members happy. The trick was keeping the girls humble at the same time. Even they got big heads now and then, no pun intended, but usually deservedly so. They knew what made Club D work because it also made them among the richest escorts in the world. Perfection was key. Like models who had stepped from the pages of Glamour or Penthouse. It was all part of the smoke and mirrors that was Club D.
“Everything is all set,” Monte said as he met us at the door. “The staff has been told that we are having a masquerade ball weekend and they love the idea. The Escorts and Specialists will be wearing nothing but stiletto heels, diamonds, and these.”
Monte turned toward a mahogany table that had been set up as the reception desk in the front hall of the mansion. It was covered with beautiful masks of all shapes and sizes that the girls and guests would use to disguise their eyes and noses.
“I wanted a rubber mask I could pull on over my head,” Sammy said, growing at the feathered and jeweled masks. “Don’t we have a Bill Clinton mask around here somewhere?”
“You’ll wear this one and be happy,” Monte said, scolding his young nephew with a smile. He held up a black mask that was adorned with green studs in the shapes of dollar signs.”
“Fine, whatever,” Sammy said, plucking the mask from Monte’s long fingers. He picked up his suitcase and headed toward the grand stairway at the back of the entrance hall. “I need a shower before the fun starts.”
“Me, too,” Denny said. He picked up his bag and cocked his eyebrows at me. “You coming up, Ise?”
“In a minute,” I said. “You go ahead. I can wash my own cock.”
He held up a middle finger as he started up the stairs after Sammy. I remained behind to talk to Monte privately.
“So, did you get my message about the transfer of ownership?”
Monte gave me a curt nod. “I did. I will handle everything from this end. No worries.”
“Good,” I said, patting his shoulder. “You should know, nothing changes as far as you’re concerned. You’re still in charge.”
“I appreciate that,” he said. His smile melted into a frown. “You okay, Isaac?”
I blinked at him. “Sure. Why do you ask?”
He shrugged. “You just look... I don’t know… tired?”
I took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. I turned to watch the activity going on behind me in the banquet hall. “Do you believe a man can get bored with his life, Monte? Even a life like mine?”
“I believe everything can become boring given the chance,” he said. He put an arm around my shoulder and jostled me into him. “Maybe it’s time for you to grow up, my son.”
I gave him a sideways smile as a gorgeous, naked woman trotted down the stairs with her big tits bouncing on her chest. It was Carina. Our star attraction. She gave me a little wave and hurried toward the kitchen.
Sadly, the sight of her perfect ass did nothing to change my mood.
“Maybe you’re right,” I said with a heavy sigh. I picked up my bag and headed toward the stairs. “Maybe it’s time.”