First cigars with Mr. Fellers

Mr. Fellers led Matt into a wood-paneled room and then went through an elaborate ritual of selecting cigars, rolling them in his hands and sniffing them, before finally lighting one up.

After which he passed the humidor to Matt. "Go ahead, son."

Matt reached in, grabbed the closest, and stuck it in his shirt pocket.

"Want a brandy?" Mr. Fellers poured one for himself.

"Yeah, sure. Why not?"

Mr. Fellers nodded, then poured a hefty slug for Matt.

"So, young fellow," he said after sipping his own drink, "people are complicated."

Matt nodded.

"My wife is going to get your father fired. Most of the local business owners are active in the Rich People Party, as you call it, and they'll do what she tells them to. If your dad wants his job back, he'll have to do what she says."

"I see." Matt wasn't convinced the world was a better place if people got hired and fired based on their relationship to those with political power but he wasn't going to get on a high horse in this situation.

"But that's not what I'm talking about." Mr. Fellers took a puff of his cigar. "You and me, we're men of the world. We understand that there's more to life than just missionary sex."

"I'm not sure I feel completely comfortable discussing sex with the father of my girlfriend."

Mr. Fellers laughed. "Deisi or Wendy? They both seem to want a piece of that action, right?"

"Uh, no comment."

"Probably the best answer. No, I'm talking about our needs, the needs of real men."

"Ah, yes?"

"Some men want multiple women at the same time. It gives them a sense of power over others. I sense that you are one of those men. Am I right, Matt?"

"I don't know about the power thing."

Mr. Fellers ignored his comment. "Others want men. They see the strength of other men and find it desirable."

Matt just nodded. What the hell was going on.

"Some men like to watch other men with their women."

A lightbulb went off in Matt's mind. "And you are one of those men?"

"As I said, there's nothing wrong with having desires... or having the wealth and power to bring those desires to fruition."

Which was when Mrs. Fellers burst into the room.

"Your dad is now officially fired," she announced. "Expect a groveling apology by tomorrow morning. Now, if you've completely finished wasting this young man's time, dear, it's time we move to the next stage."

Matt's jaw had dropped when she'd stormed into the room. She wore a black leather bra with cut-outs for her nipples and black leather panties with a hole that exposed both her pussy and ass. The black leather riding crop complimented the outfit. The fashion statement was definitely something but what was really surprising... and scary... was the set of handcuffs and leg manacles she carried. They didn't look like cheap sex-store imitations... they were the real thing.

What the fuck?