The Adult Story Hub

Marianne took my hand and said, "Let's get you cleaned up now. After you've rested a bit, we can mingle with the other members and you can get acquainted with some of your new friends." Guiding me back to the dressing room she said with a smile, "You know, you did even better than Ellen did on her first night! Don't tell her I said so, but she required much more urging and encouragement."
Reaching the dressing room, I stood under a steaming hot shower, relaxing my sore aching muscles and clearing my befuddled mind. After ten minutes of this, I emerged refreshed to find my clothing, freshly pressed, hanging from a hook on the opposite wall. On a nearby table was a small satin pillow. Upon the pillow rested a gold fraternal ring with a beautiful garnet stone; a famine version of the ring I had noticed Richard wearing earlier in the day. Slipping it on my finger, I found it fit perfectly! Damn, I thought, these people think of everything.
As I finished dressing, Marianne returned to escort me to a large lounge area where the members were gathered, sipping drinks and conversing quietly. Ordering us drinks from the bar, she led me from group to group, introducing me to dozens of elegantly dressed men and women whose names I immediately forgot but whom I was sure I would know intimately in the near future.
After being introduced to all the people present, Ellen said, "I'll leave you to mingle now. When you're ready to return to London, just ask the barman to notify me and I'll arrange your transportation." Behind me I heard Dick say, "Don't worry about that Marianne. Her transportation is taken care of." With that, he linked arms with me and guided me to a quiet table in a dark corner of the room.
"Look Alex, I know this may seem to be a setup but, believe me, you could have knocked me over with a feather when I received that call from Ellen this evening. I had no idea you two knew each other. To prove it, when you arrive back at your hotel you'll find a letter from me accepting your offer to remain with the firm under the conditions you laid out during our meeting. Please check the messenger's time-stamp showing the pickup time and you will find it was prior to the time I could have possibly have received Ellen's call." Accepting his explanation, I leaned toward him and kissed him softly. We chatted quietly for a while until I suddenly started to giggle. A thought had crossed my mind that Richard's full nickname was now 'Fat Head Dick'! I was just tired enough to make that seem hilariously funny.
Richard looked at me and asked, "What's so amusing?" "Nothing important" I replied with a smile, "Just a random thought." Perhaps I would share the joke with him sometime, after we got to know each other much better. Finishing our drinks, we moved back to the bar for refills and to mingle with the other guests. I couldn't help but notice that most of the male members, and many of their female companions, openly and appreciatively assessed my body as we circulated from group to group. The subject of Ellen was also a common topic of conversation. During the evening I learned more about my friend than I had ever suspected.
After an hour or so of wandering about the room and chatting with the others, Richard finally said, "We'd better get you back to your hotel now. You've had a busy evening and I'm sure you could use a good night's sleep."
I suddenly realized just how weary I was from the evening's activities and agreed to his suggestion. Offering our apologies, we gathered our wraps and made our way to the parking lot. I was especially interested in seeing what sort of car Richard owned. I've discovered you can tell a lot about a person by the car they drive.
Guiding me to the rear of the lot, he remotely unlocked the doors of a low-slung, gleaming black Aston-Martin. Damn, I thought, these little cars don't come cheap. How in the world could he afford a car like this? I knew the amount of Richard's salary and it certainly didn't cover the cost of this little beauty!
Opening the door and handing me into the passenger seat, he walked around to the other side and settled himself in the driver's seat. The powerful engine sprang to life with a muted growl of power.
Pulling out of the parking lot, Richard said, "I know you must be wondering how I could afford a car like this on what you pay me. Actually, my salary is only a small portion of my income. The majority comes from a two million pound family trust. You see, my great grandfather founded a very profitable shipping line around the turn of the century and my family is additionally quite wealthy in their own right. I certainly don't need to work, but I found I needed the challenge of succeeding in the business world to validate my ego."
"An enviable position, I'm sure," I smiled.
As we neared the outskirts of London Richard fell silent, concentrating on the increasing traffic. I sat with my head reclined against the headrest, my mind drifting back over the events of the day; first the contentious meeting with Richard at the office, then my conversations with Ellen, followed by my experiences at The Castle, and finally my discovery of Richard's participation in my initiation.