“I’ve been playing with a different idea,” I confessed.

“Oh?” he asked, his cock still gently throbbing in my cunt.

I reached for my phone and pulled up an app I had downloaded. “I haven’t finalised an account yet,” I told him, “but.” I turned my phone to show him the app.

“**** club? What’s that?” he asked me.

I suddenly felt sheepish, “Well, victims get to sign up for free. Culprits have to pay. It’s basically a social network app with geolocating. I can put as much information on there as I like, but it will broadcast to anyone with the same app that I am near if I am within about a kilometre of them. It won’t tell them exactly where I am, but it will tell them if they are getting closer.”

I realised I was panting in excitement as I said it, “The only thing is,” I flicked over to the rules and agreement, “The culprits can do whatever they like, with the following exceptions, no ****.”

I felt his cock throb as I didn’t say anything else, “That’s it?” I nodded, “So if they wanted to beat you, kidnap you, they could?” I moaned as he said it.

“There’s more, and here’s what I would have to agree to,” I handed him my phone as I slid off him and knelt down between his legs.

As I sucked his slick cock into my mouth, he read them out. “Agree to not using any protection, to be exclusively at the use of culprits, no other partners and agree to a minimum term of six months.” He continued to scroll as his cock hardened in my mouth. “Culprits and victims will be rated by participants, which forms a scoring system, and redeemable points.” He paused a moment, “Redeemable for what?”

“Keep reading,” I said, lifting my head from his cock for a moment.

He scrolled further, “Rewards redeemable for culprits include exclusive use, home address details, work address details, contact phone numbers, dates and sex parties. Rewards for victims include increased transmission range, publishing of fertility data and exclusive access to Alpha parties, which can take between two and five days.” I moaned onto his cock. “This really turns you on, doesn’t it?”

I lifted my head back and nodded, “If I sign up for this, I would be exclusively a victim for these men, not knowing when they will show up or what they will do to me. Hit the map snapshot,” I told him.

He changed tabs to the map snapshot, where light blue circles were drawn on the map with numbers in each circle. “There must be a hundred guys within about ten clicks of us.” He then scrolled over to the victim map snapshot, “And only about twenty chicks.”

I nodded, “I won’t know what they look like, but I will have to post a pic of me nude and a close-up of my face.”

“God, I didn’t expect this. Do you really want to try it?” he asked me.

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