Eve's Evolution (Erotic Secrets No. 1) (8 page)

“Matt and I have selected some things for you. Your seamstress will be here. You should be done in a few hours. I’ll be in the bedroom at 9. See me there, okay?” He leaned down to kiss her briefly on the cheek and breezed back out the door.

At 9 p.m., she cautiously made her way upstairs. She felt she should take things slow, as she was in a foreign land emotionally. Henri was laying out a portion of black lace on the bed. “This is for your eyes. Come here.” He gently tied the black lace around her head, so that she could no longer see well.  He held one long, black satin ribbon. “And this is for your arms. I will tie you.” He turned her around. “Clothes off, please, of course.” He undressed her and tied the ribbon in a crisscross down her arms with her arms firmly behind her back. “You exotic creature.” He ran his fingers down her arms, around her waist, and up to her breasts. “Lay down.” She obeyed him instinctively already anticipating his touch. “Look at me,” he slid his cock into her mouth. He used his hand to guide her head back and forth. He sighed and closed his eyes. He opened them again, “Yes, yes Eve. Suck harder,” She did as he asked sucking deeply without his help and felt a deep wave of pleasure thrill down her body from her mouth to her pussy. Henri slid his fingers inside of her. Pumping inside of her mouth, kneading the inside of her body, Eve moaned and struggled in her ties. “Eve...I’ve got you, you’re mine tonight.”

He removed himself from her mouth and grabbed her by her satin ties. She let out a little cry. “Shhh,” he caressed her hair and finished positioning her on her knees bent over onto a wedge shaped ramp that assisted in giving her a base to lean against while being tied up. Henri guided her in front of the large painting that hung opposite the bed. He then entered slowly again, his cock spreading her apart a little more easily this time. “Good, good...” he encouraged, as he thrusted in her fully. She cried out more loudly. Henri grabbed her hair with one hand and held her by the ties in the other.  She felt like she was losing something she couldn’t define, shedding a part of herself. An old part, the part that didn’t work, that had held her back from everything she wanted, but was too scared to reach for. Henri had been riding her hard and Eve was nearly becoming sore. He suddenly withdrew, pushed her upright, and lay down on the bed. “Mount,” he demanded. She easily moved herself over him and down onto his waiting cock. “Fuck me, hard!” Henri ordered. She tensed her thighs and gave herself to him completely. “Faster, lean towards me!” Henri grabbed her and rammed her as fast as he could. He spread her apart leaving her fully exposed to what she thought was a priceless work of art behind her. You could easily see Henri entering Eve as he fucked her roughly. Henri cried
out as he came inside of her. He rolled Eve off of him. She was trying to catch her breath; her mind was reeling. Henri made his way toward the shower room, “You gave Matt a good show,” and he slapped her on the ass and pointed to the painting, as he strode out of the room. Eve looked around the room quickly, but he was not there. She struggled in her ties, but submitted, knowing she would not be released until Henri was back in the room.

“I can’t wait,” Gabriel said, “she is remarkable.”

“Yeah, well—” Mark flopped down into the leather club chair in the viewing room behind the painting.

“Thanks for letting me watch. This is what we’re in it for remember? You’ll see her on the plane on Monday.” Matt gave him a dirty look and folded his arms. He turned to stare at Eve through the viewing glass. She waited calmly for Henri to return, and he felt his heart sink.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Gabriel squeezed Matt’s shoulder, “you’ll feel better tomorrow. Let’s have a drink. And, remember, it’s not as if she’s yours… she’s ours. It’s the same for everyone.” Gabriel flipped a switch on the wall and the small panel door slid open. “Hey, I’ll help you pick out someone new. It’ll help you… get back in the spirit of things.”

“Sure, sure.” Matt’s brow furrowed and he began to wonder if inviting Eve into the order was a good decision for either of them.

“You were expecting something more… Kubrick?” the chestnut-haired man from Matt’s party asked. He was around forty and looked deceptively like Ralph Fiennes, Eve’s favorite older actor. She began to wonder if this secret order had seduction down to a science. “This must be very anti-climactic for you then! No masks, no robes, no Beethoven… not very
Eyes Wide Shut
of us is it?”

“I thought there would be some ceremony to it at least,” Eve said. She looked around at a room of people in formal business attire staring straight at her. The limo had shown up Sunday morning with the Ralph Fiennes look-alike summoning her by using his driver to roust her out of bed, hand her a gourmet breakfast take-out dish, and hustle her into the limo. She found him waiting for her inside the limo looking extremely pleased with himself. He explained that today would be the day she officially entered the order. She had expected something different to say the least.

“At the minimum a robe, some swords, chanting or a bit of music. Pretty lame.” Eve began to sweat that nervous sweat that seems to erupt everywhere at once soaking you within a minute. She thanked God for dry hands at this uncomfortable moment.

“I know it can be intimidating, but take my hand.” He got up from the large, highly polished conference table and offered him her hand, “You see these men and women here are all lawyers, my lawyers. The organization you’re joining is very secretive. We have to be with what we get up to.” He laughed gently and guided her past his legal battalions.

“More documents to sign, I’m guessing?” Eve said.

“Extensive, I’m afraid. Something to drink?”

“Riesling...” she motioned to a small bar on the far side of the room and sat down at the only open chair, “you know I really don’t see the need to do this. I’m a grown woman.”

“Ah, yes, yes you are, but you know this world of lawyers we have, we must cover all eventualities. Don’t worry; we’ll have you back with Matt on tomorrow’s flight to D.C. Promise.” He held up his best scout’s honor three-fingered salute, and busied himself with her drink.

“Okay, let’s get this over with,” she returned his smile, picked up the pen, and began speed signing documents. The Ralph Fiennes look-alike glanced at the lawyer sitting next to him on his right and smiled, giving a slight nod.

Ninety minutes and stacks of documentation later, Eve’s hand cramped. She forced her fingers to sign the last paper. “Are we done with this nonsense now? I have a life to get back to.”

“All done. The limo will take you back to the house. See you soon Eve.”

Eve paused. “You know it’s rather expensive… having a roomful of lawyers in one place at one time... and not a corporation. What exactly is going on here?” She looked around the room quickly and the full weight of all the documents hit her. She was too busy thinking about Matt, wanting to get back to him, but her encounters with Henri kept interrupting her more chaste, loving thoughts about Matt. Distracted... and that’s how this happened. That’s how hours’ worth of documents had been signed in total without knowing much about what she was joining let alone the man’s name that had picked her up that morning and had surrounded her with a legal army for hours.

The chestnut-haired gentleman held a finger up to his lips, stopping himself before he began to speak. He obviously was concerned about the wording, which wasn’t a good sign.

“Eve, you’re a smart woman. I’m going to be blunt with you. Everyone joins us for the sex, the money... such petty reasons for such a commitment. But, noone has said no yet. I’ll let you in on a secret no one else will admit to... they stay, Eve, they stay with us, working for us, for the power. By the way… my name is Malcolm. I’m the current head of the organization. We have many happily retired members, of course, if that’s your concern. I hope you will be one someday, wealthy and with a very adventurous life behind you and ahead of you at least as much as you want. That’s up to you.”

“What in the hell are you talking about. What did I sign?”

“Didn’t your mother tell you not to sign things you haven’t read, Eve? You are now an asset of The Black Band. We are a sub-order, so to speak, of the British Order of the Garter. I know that Mr. Chapman has told you that much at least. We started out as an organization to care for the members of The Order and their less desirable business and problems during World War I, but we… progressed from there during and after World War II. We now do quite a bit of untoward business for various American and Western security agencies. We are strictly black ops. That means we leave no paper trails. Everything is cash or limited bank accounts that go nowhere. We’re untraceable except for those papers you just signed and those will go deep, deep into the Earth where you and others can’t get to them. We have no official government affiliations. We never will. Officially, we don’t exist. You are a deniable asset. That means if someone captures you, kills you, or otherwise, no one admits to knowing you no matter the situation. To the people that think they know we’re simply a sex club. To the people that belong and those that hold power, we’re what’s standing between them and what we like to think of as ‘the bad guys’. We do what the law doesn’t allow, Eve. Now, I bet you’re wondering why we do it. Why we’re necessary? Why all the secrets?”

“Oh... my... God.” Eve stared at Malcolm. She couldn’t express the rage she felt because she was already in. She had passed the point-of-no-return with these people already. Malcolm motioned for the attorneys to file out, which they did in a robotic fashion. The door slammed behind the last attorney out.

“Sometimes you have to do what is necessary, Eve. Your freedom, the Western world’s freedom, isn’t bought on goodwill and diplomacy... that’s all for the cameras. It’s a battle. An underground behind-closed-doors dirty battle that never stops. That’s why children wake up in the West everyday and can peacefully go to school. Because of men and women like us, Eve. And I have to say, sex and espionage is the most pleasurable way to spy I’ve ever come across... that I promise you. So, enjoy, and enjoy being a patriot. If you don’t enjoy it the work will become bothersome to you, and you’ll end up, well, in less than favorable circumstances all around.”

“All around?”

“Yes, this is your life now Eve. You needn’t do it forever, but you signed up, you wanted all those men, all that excitement, all that money, but you never bargained for the power you will have Eve. Believe me; you’ll be happier about all this in the morning and after you get your first check. After you go on assignment to your first dominant male, and your target has fucked you, and you’ve gotten every ounce of pleasure out of your affair possible and then taken unbeknownst to him everything he thought was dear to him and his company or government, every secret he ever kept and bring it back to me, you’ll give me a big kiss right here,” Malcolm pointed to his cheek and gave a dashing smile. “Besides, our organization has arranged for you to be declared legally dead on Tuesday, and you most certainly no longer have a job.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are? I’m calling the police!” Eve jumped out of her chair and began circling the room for a phone, but realized the attorneys must have taken out of the room if there was a phone to begin with. “I’m not going to—”

“Yes, Eve, yes you are. Now just sit back and let me run you as an asset. That won’t be so hard, will it? Fucking men that you had no chance of being with before? These men choosing you to be their slave in a hot little affair... is fucking a ‘Henri’ every other night really so bad? Is it such an awful thing to propose to you Eve? Don’t be stupid. You’ll have no more worries about the economy, no more disappointing boyfriends or even a husband for that matter. No kitchens to clean or worse bathrooms… no meals to prepare, as I know you’re not one to cook. No worries about that with us, Eve. You’re one of the most powerful women in the Western Hemisphere now. You will hold many, many secrets, and those secrets will make you very wealthy. All for a good cause, of course. Now, I’d love to keep chatting, but I’ll see you again back in D.C.” Malcolm pulled a cell phone out of his pocket. “This is you now. You’ll use it for training and probably your first assignment. You will be watched, and remember, you don’t have anywhere to go anyway.”

“I don’t want to—”

“Yes you do or you wouldn’t be on this trip still, now would you Eve?” Malcolm got up and walked out of the room swiftly without turning back. As the door shut, Eve felt like all the doors on her life were closing. She would become someone else, and she had to. An organization that can do this can do anything, but she couldn’t help being a bit flattered and energized at her new lot in life. It probably wouldn’t be easy, but anything was better than another week in a gray cubicle. International sex it was then.

*  *  *  *

After a smooth limo ride to the airport Monday morning, Eve was in a huff. She slammed through security and down the stairs out to the jet. Entering the plane, she was so happy to see Matt… then she saw him pulling up his jeans and a woman with dark, long, wavy hair to his right. She was supermodel beautiful... the type of impossible beauty most women just don’t argue with.

“Oh this day just gets better and better,” Eve hissed.

“I… uh… they were supposed to call,” Matt fumbled with his zipper catching his shirt in it.

“That’s what you have to say? That ‘they were supposed to call’? Are you fucking kidding me?”

Henri appeared behind her and slid his Ray-Bans on top of his head. “Why do you like Matt so much? He’s too weak for you. Come to the back with me.” She let Henri lead her to the back of the plane with a firm, but comforting hand on her back. The hand transmitted all those vibes you feel when you connect with someone chemically. The hand said: ‘You’re better than him. Who gives a shit about him? Come hang out with the first real man you’ve met in ages.’