Around the World in 80 Lays

On a street in London's Mayfair lurks one of civilized societies dirties and best kept secrets. Behind the Edwardian façade, and the stern doorman that will forcefully turn away non-members, is the Ganymede club. The name is known by few, what goes on inside is known by fewer still. It is exclusive beyond any other organisation. Membership is granted rarely, and only to the rich and powerful.

It has everything you'd expect of a gentleman's club; fine spirits, leather chairs, cuisine prepared by the finest chefs from around the world. The members meet to discuss business, influence politics, and fuck like rabbits. Yes, London's most prominent businessmen and politicians all scurry to the safety of the Ganymede Club to drop all strictures of society and indulge in passions still held as illegal in Victorian society.

The club credo is that such bonds of fraternity are unbreakable. The scandal that would ensue if the public ever got wind of what went on behind those doors would rock the country to its core. The clubs power and influence spreads far enough to make the masons look like a book club. The agreements made in the Ganymede are unbreakable. This is important to know. Especially as you're one of their up and coming members.

You're a legacy member, inheriting your membership alongside your estate and wealth when your father died. You've been a member for a few months and thoroughly enjoy every moment you spend at the club. Indeed, you're making quite a name for yourself in the club. Quickly making strong alliances in the club. You family business has gone from strength to strength as a result, making you possibly the world's most powerful 20 year old.

Perhaps one of the reasons you're so popular is your physical appearance. God was clearly on his best form when making you. Six foot tall and athletic, toned by sports befitting a gentleman. While you live well, you don't over indulge, keeping your stomach flat and toned, your chest is broad and lightly covered with curly black hair which tappers into a trail leading down to your 8 thick inches of cock. Your face maintains many of its boyish features, adding an almost innocent charm to your smile. There are many members eager to...negotiate with you.

Todays visit started like any other, drinks, business talk, a few suggestive flirtations, until one of the servants came across with a silver tray, on which was a folded note, sealed with wax bearing the crest of Tobias Waltham, the club president. You'd met him before, of course, but it was unusual for him to request an audience with someone. You're a little nervous, but you're too composed to let it show. It's no secret you're incredibly popular in the club. Has Tobias become nervous of your growing influence?