I have some questions

This was clearly a monumental decision. If I understood it right, we could choose to join the club, giving us access to almost unlimited money, living a life of luxury, not having to work, the only condition being that we had to have lots of sex in front of hidden cameras; or we could decline, leaving this man with incriminating video evidence of us doing things we'd be utterly ashamed for anyone who knows us to see, and knowing that the club had spied on our children and had unlimited resources at their disposal.

"Let me just make sure I understand this properly," I said, and voiced just that thought.

"Well yes, that's more or less it," confirmed the president. "That last bit makes us sound a little more sinister than we really are. We're very secretive - that's why nobody knows about the club or what happens at this hotel - and we protect that secrecy carefully. If you chose not to join the club, we would be fine with that as long as you kept the secrets you already know. But if those secrets were to leak, so would this video, I'm afraid. But let's not dwell on such things. Let's focus on what happens if you DO join the club."

"Billy, you just have to take one of these little pink pills and slip it into the food or drink of any woman who takes your fancy. That woman's breasts would swell, her sex drive would consume her and she would be begging for you to pleasure her. Kirsty, get any man you choose to swallow one of these blue pills and his cock is yours for the taking. On top of that, unlimited cash, no need to work, the world's your oyster."

The pills we had taken were still having their effects on us. At these words from the president my dick was straining inside my pants, begging to be let free. Kirsty had one hand on a boob and one rubbing her pussy. I think by that point the decision was well and truly made already. But I wanted to really make sure I understood.

"So is the intention that we would induct other people into the club?"

"No, not as such. We'd soon have the whole world in the club if we went down that route."

"But surely, if we start using these pills on other people..."

"Ah, of course, I forgot to mention something important. We have a few solutions to that particular problem. Our prowess with altering the human body and mindset doesn't end with these little beauties," he indicated the bags of pills yet again, " or those big beauties," he nodded towards Kirsty's huge tits. "We have some mind-altering substances that can cause people to forget the experiences they've had, even replacing them with other memories sometimes. It's amazing how easy it is to fool the human brain with a little knowhow. Or, of course, if we have recorded them doing something they'd rather was kept secret, we have them under our power to a certain extent. So no, you don't need to invite everyone you - shall we say, interact with - to join our club. In fact, only the club's executive committee have the authority to invite new members. It's a rare privilege to be asked to join, it really is."

"Are all the other guests downstairs members?"

"Quite a few are, but there are others who aren't. When their stay is finished, they will be asked to undergo a short therapy that will remove their memories of the licensious behaviour here and replace them with a rather ordinary but very pleasant stay at a regular country house hotel. Only club members will leave knowing what's really happened here this weekend."

"It all sounds too good to be true."

"You know what people say about such things, and usually the adage is spot-on: if something seems too good to be true, it usually is. But allow me to remind you of another, equally useful expression: truth is stranger than fiction, Billy. Besides, as a club member there are certain responsibilities you will be asked to take on. Keeping up to date with club affairs, voting in our members' meetings, electing the committees and maybe even serving on some of them, that kind of thing. I'm not offering you a blank cheque for nothing in return."

I nodded. I couldn't think of any further questions or objections; instead my mind was filled with visions of what life as a club member would be like. I looked at my wife, taking in the dazed look on her face; she had removed her hand from her cunt now but instead was moving back and forth on her chair instead. "What do you think, Babe?" I asked. She looked back at me, but instead of answering her hands were back at her crotch and she started moaning gently and masturbating more brazenly.

I needed to think straight, and stop thinking of sex. I looked away from Kirsty, but my eyes only came to rest on the erotic paintings around the room, or the paused video screen, or the books with their sexually evocotive titles. The only safe place to look was back at the president, who held my gaze.

Kirsty farted loudly.

"Count us in," I said.