Sandra - Astraea Women's Club

Liam stepped into the private lounge of the Astraea Women's Club. He knew this club was historically made in response to a gentleman's club, and his town is in fact one of the first ones to establish such a facility. Like any old, long established country club, it had somewhat become a nest for rich people, rich women specifically. Either through the means of their husband's wealth, or amassing an empire of their own, the women of Astraea were the top of the top. They are something that Liam once couldn't imagine meeting, like one would a celebrity. Now though, the doors were quite literally, opened wide for him.

"Good day sir, I do apologize but this club is a woman exclus—" The female attendant stopped her well repeated speech midway, as she realized that the man she almost turned away was none other than Liam. "Terribly sorry sir, I didn’t realize it was you. Please come in. Astraea would of course welcome a man such as you, despite the cardinal rule." She smiled with welcoming warmth.

Liam was smiling ear to ear. He wonders if this is what it feels like to be treated well, like those wealthy assholes. It didn't help the swelling ego that had been ballooning since The Click happened. "Oh, no worries. It's just I've always been curious about this place... and its members." He couldn't help but let his eyes wander around the room and beyond, where he can see an open lounge with a bar attached to it.

As the attendant was about to say something, a voice cut in. "We are quite aware of your curiosity, sir." It was coming from behind him, and as he turned around, a tall woman with blonde hair tied in a pony tail, wearing a navy blue suit was approaching him. "Miss Mendoza, manager of the establishment. We were wondering about the eventuality of your visit, sir." She offered her hand to him, and he gladly took it.

"Wow... You’ve uh, been waiting?" Liam asked, slightly confused.

"Of course, the women of Astraea are the cream of the crop. It was only a matter of time until you, the man worthy of the cream of the crop, would visit us." Mendoza said, still with a smile on her face, "Otherwise we would not be worthy of receiving such a vision. I believe it was commonly called... The Click, by us women."

"Yeah, that..." Liam was still trying to process everything that happened during that fateful event, even though it had been a couple years already. He didn't think he would ever fully grasp it. "So uh... you were saying I can come in?"

"Please do, it would be an honor." She led him to the main lobby.

The tour was dizzying but strangely effective. Miss Mendoza treated him as if he was a prospecting member, showing him the various rooms of the club and explaining its facilities. Liam was still wondering why anyone would need a place like this, the women in here were treated almost like they were royalty. But the treatment he was given was almost twice as much, to the point of absurdity. They all treated him as if he was the owner of the entire thing, which was true, Astraea would happily hand over the key and the deed to the building to him should he ask. But, they all knew that was not why he was here. The women of Astraea were too smart to not know, and he was sure Miss Mendoza was as well. They knew he was here for them.

At last, Miss Mendoza opened the door of the inner room of the club, the room that was only available to members of Astraea, the one with the highest privilege. The room that was filled with those women, the exclusive, the untouchables, the elite among the elites. The room that was supposed to be a sanctuary for the women of Astraea. To have discussions, to have meetings, to gossip, and to mingle. As he walked with Miss Mendoza, the nearby women stopped what they were doing and simply... admired him. He felt the same rush of superiority he had been feeling since the Click happened, and it never failed to excite him. He was loving every second of it.

She brought Liam to a quaint little stage where the entertainment would normally take place. With him standing, Miss Mendoza then took center stage with a mic in her hand.

"Ladies, today is a special day, as you can see—yes?" She was about to announce something when Liam whispered in her ear. With a knowing nod she smiled at him before snapping her finger to one of the attendants, signaling for her to come to the stage.

The two talked before the attendant smiled brightly as if she just got a promotion. With her bright face she goes on all fours on the stage, and makes sure her back is straight. She looked at Liam, her voice excited.

"Anytime you ready Mr. Liam." She said with a smile.

Liam stepped on to her back, the attendant moaned a bit from the sudden pressure but she managed. Liam sat on her back, and let outstretched his legs on either side. Miss Mendoza just smiled and continued the announcement.

"As you all can see ladies, our special guest, Liam, is gracing us with his presence here. One of many I'm sure." She said, her tone almost teasing.

The ladies politely giggled, uncaring to the fact that Liam was currently sitting on a woman's back like she was a chair. They were just happy to be in his presence.

"Now, he has told me while enjoying his tour of our lovely, little establishment that he wants his first visit here to be special and memorable. Although short." She continued.

Disappointed faces adorned some of the women, but quickly went back to anticipation upon the promise of what was going to come next. Liam was enjoying the adoration from such high class women and was glad that he came here. He was looking forward to what was to come. All the while, one of his hands idly molested the attendant's tit from behind. The attendant was blushing from the attention, but kept her mouth shut, not wanting to ruin the mood of the announcement.

"Now, now. No need to be sad. His request here was well worth the admission we suffer from his short visit. Our wonderful Mr. Liam here wants to taste us high and elite women. Not only that, he wants to do so fully. Which is why he asked me to see if any of our humble members would like to volunteer to do so." Miss Mendoza’s hand quickly jutted out as if preemptively holding off the wave of hands that were about to go up. "Before you volunteer ladies, keep in mind that Mr. Liam intends to do so not only by using our bodies like the wonderful man he is, but to do so in an irreparable manner."

"What do you mean?" One of the women in the front row asked, she was a middle aged, white haired woman with a body of a thirty year old.

"Why my dear, he intends to destroy our life!" Miss Mendoza smiled, her face full of joy, as if announcing the best news of her life. "He wants one lucky member of our prestigious club, to truly be his disposable toy to enjoy. He wants to know who here is willing to let him do whatever he wants with not only your body but also aspects of your wealthy comfortable life as his passing amusement. So, please raise your hand and let him know your, shall we say... bid."

Silence. The women looked at each other, some faces had changed, some were unsure, others were in a state of dilemma. It was as if the room was filled with an oppressive atmosphere. Liam was nervous, he thought that the whole Click thing would mean that all women would gladly do anything he wanted. But he realized they're not rejecting the notion but rather, wracking their brain on what they can exclusively offer to him to out bet the other women. They were all filthy rich, beautiful and ready to give it all, so they were wondering what else they could give beyond that.

One hand finally rose, offering her net worth as a sign of her being above the rest. However, it quickly became a race on who could offer the most wealth for Liam to waste. With that out of the window, one by one they started to offer their family members. Next, they offered their friends, and finally, their connections. It was clear that the competition was heating up, and each woman wanted to prove themselves as the most deserving candidate. They all had their own unique qualities, their own accomplishments, and their own reasons for wanting to be chosen by him.

Liam, sitting on the attendant's back, listened to their offers and bids, feeling a mixture of power and surprise. How godly he felt that even though Miss Mendoza explicitly told them that anything they offer will be squandered and wasted on his whim, they were still trying to outdo each other. It was a surreal experience for him, to be in a position of such influence, to have people fighting for any crumb of attention and satisfaction. With these women offering up their own lives and possessions to him, as if it was all a worthy price, even if it meant that they will be left with nothing in return. It was a strange and exhilarating power play, and Liam was reveling in it.

One offer, however, caught Liam's attention more. It was by a middle aged woman, with brown hair and wearing a nice dress, her voice calm and assertive. She was clearly used to being in charge.

"I, of course, offer my body and wealth. There's no question about that. But I would like to add that not only do I have my own business empire, but my money comes from my own pocket and sweat, my husband's capital only serves as a bonus to make me one of the richest here." She gave a polite smug look to her peers, "To add, I also own the house me and my lovely husband currently live in. And yes, he is already somewhat familiar with your... Significance to me as a woman." She smiled. "I believe he can offer something for you as well, should you be interested. To sweeten the deal, I would also like to let you know that we have not been blessed by any kids."

Liam was not sure what that last part had to do with the offer, but she seemed to think it was important enough to be said, and Liam was quite intrigued to find out. She gave him a knowing wink before continuing.

"Now that might seem counter intuitive and goes against what my other friends have to offer. But we have been trying to have a kid yet haven't been blessed to have one. Which means I can offer you, Mr. Liam, the opportunity to impregnate me, and not only that, dictate me on how we should raise and treat our baby, if you so choose to do so. My husband, of course, would have **** but to follow your instructions and take care of our lovechild, as per my instruction, and yours." She smiled. "And the best part, you can make my life as hard as possible. Not only can you make me plunge into absolute poverty, you can also make sure I will never be able to rebuild my wealth by utterly destroying my reputation, credibility, and connections. All the while I will still be indebted to you for letting me bear your child. So even if you let my life be destroyed, squander my wealth, I would always have a reminder of you, of what you have done to me and my life. All the while I am grateful to be able to be your victim. Not to mention how I burn away my future but also let you squander my child's future too just to please you." She took a deep breath, and continued, "So, what do you say? Am I worthy of being the one you choose to be your disposable toy?"

The room went silent again, this time out of respect. The middle aged woman looked proud and confident, and she turned to Liam, waiting for his decision.

Liam was in awe. Not only was her offer tantalizing, she knew exactly what she was getting herself into. Even Miss Mendoza was impressed by her speech. The other women also had the look of defeat, and Liam knew she had won. That he had won.

"And your name is?" Liam asked.

"Sandra." The woman said, "You may call me that, or however you like. I'm all yours now." She smiled, her eyes were full of adoration.

"Sandra..." Liam stood up from his 'chair', feeling the rush of superiority. "Very well, I will accept your offer. You will do everything I want, and in return I will treat you and your life as a disposable plaything, I will squander it and ruin it as much as I want." He said with confidence.

"Yes..." Sandra said with a smile, she couldn't help but feel the excitement. "Thank you for giving me the opportunity to give my everything to you."

Liam smiled, "Miss Mendoza, can you have her quit the club?"

"Oh yes, that will be no problem. In fact, we can even revoke her membership, if you want." The manager said.

"Good, let's do that, and make sure to blacklist her from other women's clubs as well." Liam ordered.

"Understood, I will see to it immediately. Sandra, you're officially no longer a member of Astraea, and I'll make sure you're blacklisted from all other women's clubs." Miss Mendoza said, as she jotted something down on her notepad.

Sandra couldn't help but sigh in pleasure, "Yes, thank you very much Miss Mendoza, here is my membership card." She then fished around her purse for the item in question, and give the black credit card-like membership card to Miss Mendoza, happy that the **** was about to begin.

The other women gave her a covetous look. They were a bit sad that she won instead of them, but as long as Liam was satisfied, it was fine. They were all willing to submit themselves to him and they were glad that one of them was chosen. Liam was their ultimate desire, and they were willing to sacrifice everything for him.

"Now, Sandra..." Liam's voice was commanding, "Let's go to your place."

"Yes of course, let me call my driver." She said while dialing her phone. "I'll tell him that we're going home." She said while making the call.

"I can't wait, this is going to be a fun ride." Liam said with a smirk.

Sandra couldn't help but blush. Liam was in control and he knew it.

"He should arrive in five minutes, what would you like me to refer to you as..." She said with a teasing tone.

"Liam is enough. I like how casual it is." He replied, "What's your husband's name?"

"Bennard, is there anything you have in mind to do with him?" Sandra asked, slightly curious.

"Maybe. I haven't really decided yet, we'll see. For now let's have you on all fours as we walk out. Oh, make sure to let your tits and pussy out in the open too." He said with a smirk.

Sandra smiled, "Why of course." She lifted the hem of her dress and lowered her underwear giving it to Liam, before grabbing the upper hem of her dress, and lowering it to let her bra clad breast out in the open, before removing the bra too and handing it over to him.

Taking a nice sniff of her underwear, Liam observed Sandra, taking a good look at her. Sandra was a tall, mature woman with an aura of authority. Her sharp features and the always commanding presence gave off an air of power and control, even though she currently had her tits out and pussy exposed. Her brown hair was neatly styled, framing her face perfectly. Her eyes were piercing, a crystal clear blue that seemed to see right through people. Her lips were full and luscious, with a natural pout that made them appear inviting. Her cheekbones were high, and her jawline was strong and defined, giving her face an angular, regal look. Her skin was fair and mostly smooth for her age, with a few wrinkles around the corners of her eyes, forehead and the edges of her mouth. Her body showed defiance to how old she was. Her breasts look full and even still have their perkiness, going strong against the sagging that her age **** upon her, her nipples were a dusky pink and hard, showing her excitement for what was about to happen. Her waist was trim, with a hint of a soft belly, which she had no qualm showing. Her hips were wide and shapely, giving her a classic hourglass figure. Her legs were long, contributing most of her 180cm of height, and toned, indicating a regular, but light exercise routine. Her ass was plump, but not overly so, and firm. She was a beautiful older woman who knew her worth. So much so, that even though she currently had her dress bunched around her middle her posture and demeanor remained regal and confident.

Having exposed herself like Liam requested, she got on all fours. "Now, I shall be your entertainment until the car arrives." She said while looking up at Liam, her tone was playful and inviting, but also confident as if she wasn't in such a demeaning pose.

Liam grinned, enjoying the view. "Now, let's go." He commanded while throwing her expensive bra and panties to the trash, as if it was worthless to him.

Sandra was a little bit sad to see such an expensive pair of underwear get thrown away like that, especially as it was a gift from Bennard for her 40th birthday, but she understood that Liam was simply enacting his end of the deal. Showing that he didn't care for her possessions, and that he could treat them as he pleased. She couldn't help but feel a little rush of excitement from it. With that, Sandra started crawling on all fours, leading the walk out of the room, with Liam following behind watching her ass sway with every movement. Her breasts jiggled and swayed to the rhythm of slow but sensual movements. She was already imagining the pleasure and the humiliation that awaited her outside of the door. It was not every day you got the chance to crawl in the nude for the man, in front of a room full of elite, wealthy, and beautiful women. She was savoring every moment of it.

The ladies of Astraea looked at Sandra with envy and admiration as she crawled out of the room on all fours, whisked away by a man they all wanted. Wishing they could be in her place. Miss Mendoza was smiling and observing everything that was happening before her eyes, glad to see the club being put to good use.

"Thank you for your visit Liam, hopefully this will be the first of many. We all look forward to your next visit." She said while escorting them to the exit.

"Of course, it was short but boy I liked it. Never knew I would find a woman like Sandra here." He said while watching the bouncing of Sandra's naked butt. "I might come here often with how many quality rich bitches you have in here." He said knowing that the club was all his, should he say so.

The ladies giggled, loving his crudeness. They loved how he called them such names and talked down to them in such a way. They knew that no other man would do so given how degrading and misogynistic it was. But they didn't care, it was thrilling to have someone who was not afraid to see them where they belonged, the way he saw it fit, nothing more than something to be used to please him. They loved how he could treat them however he wanted without fear of being called out on it, and why would they? After all, he was the only one in the world who deserved that privilege.

"You're very welcome to visit and get, as you put it, any of us quality rich bitches." Miss Mendoza smiled while giggling. "You're always welcome, after all, it's not every day a real gentleman comes to visit our humble establishment." Her words to any normal ear would sound like they were dripping with sarcasm, but Liam and everyone there knew the way she said it was genuine and she meant every word of it.

As they walked through the club, they got the attention of the other members who weren't present for the meeting, who also looked on at the sight of Sandra on her hands and knees. Her dress bundled around her midsection, showing her practically naked body to everyone and Liam walking behind her, clearly enjoying the sight. They couldn't help but wonder what was going on and why Sandra was in such a position, but one look at the only man in the club was enough to explain the situation. They arrived at the door and Miss Mendoza opened it for Sandra and Liam. Sandra crawled through the door and into the parking lot. She was feeling the cold wind of the open air on her naked skin. The sensation was exhilarating. She didn't mind that everyone could see her naked and crawling on all fours like an animal. She was too focused on the fact that she was with Liam, the man she had been waiting for ever since the epiphany, that she was about to start a new chapter in her life with. A life of submission and degradation, a life of being a disposable toy for the only man who was worthy of such, Liam. A life where all of her accomplishments, her wealth, her reputation, her status, would be squandered, wasted and ruined on the whim of this young man. She was so excited to start it.

Liam on the other hand was loving all the attention. He’d never felt more powerful than right now especially when the driver arrived. With him seeing Sandra in such a humiliating situation, he couldn't help but feel a mix of everything for his employer, confusion, shock... pity. He knew that Sandra was a powerful woman with a lot of influence, and to see her in such a state; crawling on all fours in the parking lot, her dress bundled around her midsection, showing off her naked body. Her breasts and pussy exposed for all to see, it was a sight he never thought he would witness.

"M-Miss Sandra?" The driver was in disbelief.