Psylons 9: Operation: Sex Club

All the sex she can handle.

In our last episode, Joanne and Nick finished up an assignment in Paris. Today we join Chastity and Slade back home in Bayside after a fruitless search for the mysterious Jennifer.

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Chastity pulled into the parking lot of the rundown supper club. Paul Fredericks and Slade Steele smiled at her as she exited her vehicle. Theirs were the only cars in the lot.

The For Sale sign creaked in the breeze as it swung like a noose from its upside-down-L-shaped mount. She noted the Sold sticker plastered across it’s face at a diagonal.

“This place? Seriously?” she asked as she approached the two men.

Paul smiled. “Just wait until you see what we’ve done with the interior.”

She and Slade had spent the past few weeks looking for Slade’s lost lover, Jennifer. Every lead had come up dry, and they’d had to return to Bayside empty-handed. She felt so sorry for him.

While they’d been gone, Paul headed up this job, getting things moving on the next phase of the Psylon project.

They entered the building to find an antiquated, run-down bar and dining area. A classic ’60s supper club that had seen much better days. Chastity shot Paul a sidelong glance. “It’s not looking much better inside.”

Paul chuckled. “We’re keeping this area and the outside in pretty much the same condition we got the place. To anyone not in the club, it will remain a rundown, outdated supper club. A place no one would want to dine at, though I imagine there will be a few, at least at first, once we reopen the place.” He led them through the dining area. “The real change is back here.”

A security card reader had been added to the frame of a doorway at the back of the room. Paul scanned a card and the door clicked open.

The transition between the front and back rooms was breathtaking.

Chastity took in the clean, modern bar area, then glanced at Slade. “I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore, Toto.”

Paul’s smile broadened. “Most of the construction is done on the back rooms — enough for us to start recruiting members. That’s where you come in, Chastity. We need you to canvas the city with your mental powers and find the right people who need the club and will keep it secret. Once we have enough civilians involved, the CIA can back out its agents, and the club will be self-running.”

That wouldn’t be a problem. She’d already pegged a few probable candidates.

Paul showed them around the back sex rooms. Lots of different scenarios including a huge hot tub and a fully equipped BSDM dungeon decorated in faux stone, with a rack of whips, torture devices, even an iron maiden.

Slade scanned the chamber. “You guys went al out.”

Paul nodded. “The initial club members will be here in a couple minutes to help test things out. They’re all CIA agent volunteers, and at your complete disposal.”

She was going to miss Slade as her steady booty call, but this would give her a variety of lovers to sate the hunger that built inside her because of the process that gave her psychic powers.

She reached out mentally and felt the others arriving. A dozen: six men and six women. They all appeared eager to begin their assignment.

Operation: Sex Club. Go have sex with lots of different people in lots of different ways. All curtesy of the U.S. government.

If this ever got out, heads would roll in Washington.

For some reason, that thought made Chastity smile.

The agents filtered into the back barroom of the club, most of them eager to start their new assignments. This area was even larger than the dining area out front, and where the club members would meet and hook up for sex in the back sex rooms.

Tonight, Chastity had her pick of partners. By tomorrow night, she hoped to have two or three civilian members of the new Points Club, and it would grow from there. This local club could probably support a couple dozen people. Eventually, the government would pull out all their agents and send them to other locations, growing the organization until the club became world-wide, private, and self-sustaining.

And then all the records in Washington will be expunged.

But the Psylons around the world would have a dependable supply of sexual partners.

Chastity pressed the icon on her phone’s screen to bring up the new Points Club app. The agents had all entered possible scenarios for sex tonight, assigning point values. Chastity could pick one or more for her needs. The system made sure Psylons always had an ample supply of sex points available to them. How many points were chosen for each encounter was set by the poster, but really the points didn’t matter, it just made the exchange a bit more fun and challenging. Anyone would probably be able to find something even for one point.

Slade was here to see the club, but not really a member. Tomorrow he’d be leaving for his next assignment. She’d miss him.

It might have been fun to have one last fling with him tonight. What they’d had wasn’t love, but it hadn’t been bad.

He was in love with another but separated from her. His Jennifer.

I hope you find her.

She hadn’t sent that as a message, but they were so in tune with each other by now he picked up on her thoughts.

I will, he sent back. He wasn’t a Psylon, but he must have had some latent psychic abilities that his association with her was bringing out.

A number of agents had offered straight sex in the app and there were a couple with some kink attached. It was like suddenly having a supermarket of sex offered to her, and she took her time shopping as the agents looked on and smiled.

An agent named Sam had proposed trying out the BSDM dungeon, and even offered to be tied up and punished, if she wanted.

Why not? Chastity thought. She hadn’t tried much in the way of BSDM, but she was curious about it.

She accepted the scenario.

Sam was a good-looking, sandy-haired man in his late thirties. He’d headed for the back rooms the moment Chastity chose his event. She found him bound naked to a padded table, awaiting his punishment the moment she entered the dungeon room. His cock stood, hard and dripping precum, pointing at the ceiling of the chamber.

Chastity felt the presence of Jane, another agent, behind the one-way mirror. Anything that could become dangerous required an observer. The club had a strict and intricate set of rules.

“Your safe word?” Chastity asked.

Sam’s gaze slid to her chest. His mouth widened into a grin. “Melons.”

She chuckled. “Oh, you are a naughty boy, aren’t you?”

She really had no idea how a real dominatrix would act in this situation, but there was something about Sam’s scenario and his state of mind that had intrigued her. The agents all knew she could read minds, and they’d accepted the assignment anyway.

She slapped the riding crop down on his chest, landing squarely on one of his nipples. He jerked, but his smile remained broad. Was she being too hard right away?

I deserve this. His thought was so stark, it almost pulled her from the moment.

She wanted to know why he thought that, but she didn’t want to delve too deeply. Plus, her hunger was rising. She needed him to come for her, and maybe even get off herself in the process.

She ran her hands over the leather bustier she wore, playing with the fastenings. “So, you want these?” she teased.

Sam licked his lips. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” She brought the riding crop down on the smooth, shaved skin just above his package. Had he actually manscaped for this assignment, or was he always this clean shaven down there?

His eyes narrowed. “Yes, mistress.”

“Good, good. You can be taught.” She rewarded him with a single stroke of his cock. The turgid member pulsed with need.

Releasing the catches of the bustier, she freed her breasts. “Would you like to suck on one?”

“Yes, mistress.”

She held one breast in front of his lips, but when he moved to take it, she pulled back. “I asked if you’d like to. I didn’t say you could.”

Another whack with the riding crop to his nether regions.

He remained hard, and mentally reaffirmed it was just what he wanted. Was punishment just his kink or was something else going on here?

She slid out of her panties and knelt on the table beside him, then she swung her leg over his torso, straddling him. His cock head pressed her opening. “You will satisfy me first.”

“I don’t deserve the pleasure, mistress,” he said.

But he wasn’t acting a part. It was exactly the way he felt inside.

She pushed down, gliding his cock into her slick opening. “Well, I deserve the pleasure, so you’ll just have to bear it.”

She needed him to come. Curiosity had her eager to finish. She wanted to know what was going on with him.

With her psychic powers, she reached into Sam’s mind to trigger the pleasure center of his brain but surprisingly found resistance.

I don’t deserve to be happy and free. I let them take her. I failed my mission.

She started riding him hard. Breaking through the mental block, she flooded his mind with erotic imagery.

Inside her, she felt his cock grow. Orgasmic pleasure swept through him, and he came, pouring his seed deep inside her.

As he released, imagery flooded her mind. He’d been guarding someone…a woman. She was beautiful, but so lonely. The Russians wanted her. They’d hidden her in a safehouse.

One night, he’d been mind-controlled — forced to stand still as two brutish men broke in and kidnapped the woman he was supposed to protect.

There’d been another woman with the two men. That woman had turned toward Sam and blew him a kiss as she exited with the captive.

“Who was she?” Chastity asked. Either woman. It didn’t matter.

Sam shook his head. “I don’t know. I wasn’t told. We were just supposed to protect her. We failed. I couldn’t move a muscle.”

It sounded like the work of a rogue Psylon. “When did this happen?”

“Three days ago. Afterwards, I was reassigned. They wouldn’t let me help look for her, so I took this assignment.” Guilt laced his tone, but it hadn’t been his fault.

Chastity dug deeper into his mind. There was something about the first woman…the blonde. She’d seen that face before.

Slade? She mentally sent the image to her partner, but before he even responded, she knew.

Jennifer! Where?

Chastity pulled off Sam, stood, and released his bonds. “If you want a chance at redemption, get dressed and follow me.” She had to get to Slade quickly.

She didn’t take time to shower. They could do that on the private jet she arranged with a tight mental command to an agent she knew at the airport.

“Where did this all happen?” she asked as she threw on her clothing.

“Just outside of Las Vegas,” Sam answered, stepping into his jeans.

Slade was in the bar area when Chastity stormed into the room with Sam in tow.

“We’ll take your car,” she said.

Slade nodded. “Where?”

“The airport. I’ve got a jet waiting to take us to Las Vegas.”

“Las Vegas? That’s Nick Salvatore’s area. You’re not supposed to go there.” Still, Slade went with her to the parking lot and his vehicle.

“If we have a rogue Psylon on our hands, I might need Nick’s help to deal with him or her.” She prayed the rogue wasn’t Nick. She liked him…had fucked him numerous times at the Psylon compound.

“Do we have orders and an actual assignment?” Sam questioned as he jumped into the back seat of Slade’s SUV.

Chastity’s mind was sending out numerous messages at that moment. “We will by the time we get there.”

It’s potentially the worst danger the Psylons have faced to date. The story continues in Psylons 10: Viva Las Vegas, right here on Tantalizing Tales.

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