Free Invitation to The Platinum Society: The Billionaire's Secret BDSM Club by Alicia Roberts Page B

strong and for a moment I imagined it slipping lower, stroking my bottom and squeezing one of my plump ass cheeks.
    And then I’d slid into the limo and the man sat beside me.
    “I’m Nate,” he said, holding out his hand.
    I shook it. “Vicki. Oh, but you already know that.”
    I took a moment to look around - t he limo was spacious, upholstered with dark leather, and there was a closed, darkened window separating us from the chauffeur.
    And then it struck me that Brian was supposed to use an alias to introduce me during the show – so how did this man know my name?
    But before I could ask him, Nate lowered the window separating us from the chauffeur. “Vicki, could you please tell my driver where to drop you?”
    I told him my street address, and Nate raised the window again, so that we were in our own private space. “So Vicki, tell me about law school.”
    There was something about the way he looked at me, the way his eyes seemed to take in everything, that made me trust him and feel flushed at the same time. He moved to sit closer to me on the limo seat, and a strange warmth began to spread through my body.
    “It’s warm in here,” I said nervously, undoing the top button of my shirt. Nate’s eyes travelled down to my fingers, watching as I parted the neckline of the shirt a bit more.
    And then his eyes travelled further down, and I realized that my nipples had hardened, and were poking through the thin fabric of the shirt. I blushed – my body was reacting as if I was aroused.
    Later, I would learn that Nate was a member of the Platinum Society, an exclusive and secret BDSM club for billionaires. As a member, he wore their signature scent – a heady cocktail of pheromones and other chemicals that made some girls feel ridiculously aroused.
    Turns out, I was one of the girls who reacted that way.
    But right then in the limo, I didn’t know about the pheromone scent. All I knew was that I was behaving strangely, and my body seemed to be out of control. I could feel my panties getting moist, and I hoped desperately that I would get things under control soon.
    “Tell me about law school,” Nate repeated.
    I trusted him, and wanted to be honest with him, so I started to tell him about how excited I’d been to get in, but now I didn’t have the money I needed. I’d gone to a state university in the mid-west, and moved out to New York in search of a better career, a more exciting life. Getting into Columbia had been a stroke of luck and if I could just get a law degree from there, I’d be able to live the life I’d always dreamed of.
    I ’d been desperately trying to raise money for the tuition – I detailed all the jobs I’d done and the fact that I hoped to get a better job soon, maybe a semi-permanent admin role, or a waitressing gig that paid a bit better.
    “And what would you do after law school?”
    “Well,” I laughed, “Everyone says they want to do pro bono work, but that doesn’t always work out. Still, I’d love to use my law skills to help out people who can’t afford a good lawyer but deserve one. And I’d love to work for a non-profit and help out folks in need, or work for an environmental agency and help protect the Earth we live on.”
    I talked a bit more about my dreams, and then Nate asked me what I thought of the recent US election. I vaguely realized that I’d been talking a lot, but I gave him my opinion and talked a bit about Democrats, Republicans, and the US economy.
    I must sound like a bore, I thought, but Nate seemed to be interested.
    As I talked, I felt more and more flushed and aroused. Nate’s presence was doing something strange to me and I could no longer control it.
    He looked at me with a slight smile as I talked, and his eyes were deep and intense. The y travelled down to my breasts at times, lingering on my nipples. I was embarrassed and thrilled at the same time, and finally I undid another button on my blouse, exposing a bit more of my cleavage.
    “It