Head to the meeting

Out in the corridor, we met Peter again. He was fucking a red-headed woman hard against the wall of the corridor his large, hard cock making squishing noises as it pounded in and out of her pussy while she gasped in unison, her massive tits jiggling in time to his thrusts. The door to Peter and Hazel's room was wide open, and inside we could see Hazel kneeling on all fours as another man we hadn't met fucked her vigorously from behind.

"Morning," panted Peter politely as we passed by.

We reached the hotel reception area and found the staircase. There was a sign at the bottom of it, reading "Club members and authorised guests only."

"We're authorised," I said to Kirsty, and we headed up. Walking up stairs with my dick being much larger than usual and constrained by my normal clothing wasn't altogether easy, but we made it without incident. At the top was a seating area with a desk, at which was sat a busty secretary.

"Can I help you?" she enquired. I showed her the letter. "Ah, yes. Take a seat," she instructed, and headed down a corridor, knocking on the first door she came to. I wasn't at all sure about sitting down; my cock was halfway down my thigh and I didn't really want to sit on it. I could see that Kirsty was hesitating too, as her enormous boobs made her a little top-heavy. But our decision was made for us when the secretary came swiftly back and told us the president was ready to see us.

The club president's office was lined with bookshelves and paintings. The paintings were very much pornographic in nature, and a cursory glance at the book titles revealed they were all very much sex-themed too. The president sat behind his desk and invited us to sit on the two chairs facing him. He was an older gentleman, probably in his late 60's, with thinning dark grey hair and waiting a slightly old fashioned looking but nevertheless smart suit. Refusing to sit this time would have been impolite this time, so we duly sat.

The president eyed us both up, allowing himself extra time to take in the marvellous sight of Kirsty's impressive cleavage, before he thanked us for coming and started to explain why we were there. He began by talking about the club.

"This club is an international club," he said, "and we are very powerful. You have already sampled some of our pharmaceutical products." He held up couple of transparent plastic bags, full of the familiar pink and blue pills. "And I believe you are also aware of our hidden camera technology. Now, I must say, we were very impressed with your performance." He indicated a TV monitor, reached for a remote control, and the monitor sprang into life.

Seeing yourself on screen and hearing the sound of your own voice recorded is always a little weird, but now Kirsty and I were watching and listening to footage of ourselves having sex.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me!" yelled the Kirsty on the screen while I pounded her pussy. The scene changed to me screwing her from behind; then our first anal encounter; then various pieces of footage of our threesomes with Anna.

The president paused the footage and turned back to us with a smile. "Very good show. And excellent footage. We would very much like to use some of this footage on the club's pornography websites. If you prefer we can use CGI to alter your faces and voices so you would be completely unrecognisable. In return, we will fully refund the cost of your stay here with us. But our offer goes beyond that."

"Now, I'm sure you understand how damaging footage like this could be if it got into the wrong hands. And I'm afraid to say such bribery is not beyond the bounds of what the club is known to do - after all, we are in the pharmaceutical industry!" he chuckled at his own joke. I felt uneasy. Were we being threatened?

"So you can see how powerful our little club can be. Our pills are undetectable; you have taken them whole but they are easily soluble, and can easily be added to a meal or a drink with nobody noticing. We can sneak our little pills into a politician's food, film the consequences, and voila!" He rubbed his hands in glee at the power the club clearly wields.

"But don't worry, we have no intention of doing that kind of thing to you. In fact, I think you'll find our offer rather generous. We would like you to join the club as full members."

"That sounds expensive," I observed.

"Oh, don't worry about money!" he replied. " The footage of your escapades last night could bring in a tidy sum to the club, and we would like to give you the opportunity to make more. You see, as members of the club we will give you as many of our little pills as you like. We would also like to set up some of our cameras around your home. The income we make from that footage would easily cover your membership fee. In fact, very much the other way around: the club is not short of cash, we are very well funded. As members, you will have access to our funds. We want to pay you you need, because we don't want you going to work all day to make ends meet; our cameras don't want to be recording an empty house."

"Let me be plain: our proposal is that you quit your jobs and take up being members of our club as your full-time hobby. You can invite friends round for dinner, sneak in some of our little friends here," he held up the plastic bags again, "and have a whale of a time with them."

"Now, I believe James and Lucy are both at college," he stated. Kirsty and I were shocked, and it showed on our faces. James and Lucy are our children. Although I supposed I should stop calling them children since they're both over 18 years old.

"I'm sure they have boyfriend and girlfriends," the president continued, "in fact, we know they do. The club offers a family membership package. You should consider it. In return, as fully-fledged members of the club, you can be among the world's true movers and shakers - while doing a lot of moving and shaking of your own. As members you are welcome to come and stay here whenever you like, and we have all sorts of other benefits to offer - security, transportation, whatever it takes to get you out of any fix you might find yourselves in."

"If you choose not to join us, though, we'll understand completely. As I'm sure you do." And he set the video playing again. "Now, what do you say?"