Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

The receptionist responded immediately, her voice soft and submissive. "Yes, Right this way."

Barbara shot me a confused glance, not fully understanding what was happening, but she followed nonetheless. The receptionist led us through the lavish offices, her hips swaying gently as she walked.

I couldn't help but admire her figure, the tantalizing curve of her ass beneath her tight skirt. Perhaps I would indulge in a little fun with her later, but for now, my focus was on Adam.

As we approached Adam's office, I could feel my power coursing through my veins, my control over the situation absolute. I was ready to confront this man, to bend him to my will, and to take command of the operation. With Barbara by my side and my abilities at their peak, I knew that nothing could stand in my way.

We reached the heavy wooden door of Adam's office, and the receptionist turned to me, her eyes awaiting my command.

"You may go," I told her, my voice dismissive. She nodded obediently and retreated, leaving Barbara and me alone at the threshold of our next conquest. I looked at Barbara, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and apprehension. It was time to take control, assert my dominance, and build our empire, one powerful, debauched step at a time.

I barged into the room, the heavy wooden door swinging open with a dramatic flourish. Before me stretched a luxurious office, its expansive windows offering a grand view of the city sprawled out below. Seated behind a massive, ornate desk was Adam, his eyes widening in surprise as he looked up to see who had entered his domain unannounced.

"Who are you?" he demanded, his voice a mix of irritation and curiosity. He wasn't accustomed to such intrusions, but I could see the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

I met his gaze, my eyes locking onto his with unwavering intensity. I activated my Absolute Hypnosis skill, my voice a low, commanding growl as I asserted my dominance. "Adam, you are my slave, and I am your Master. You will follow my orders from now on."

I deactivated the hypnosis skill after the use, and for a moment, Adam remained frozen, his eyes glazed over as my words took root in his mind. Then, slowly, he blinked, his expression shifting from confusion to submission. He slid from his chair, dropping to his knees on the plush carpet, his head bowed in deference.

"Master," he murmured, his voice soft and obedient.

I looked down at him, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of my lips. "Good, Adam. You will now serve me, obey my every command, Do you understand?"

Adam nodded, his head still bowed. "Yes, Master. I understand. I am yours to command."

Barbara watched the exchange, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and disbelief. She had witnessed my power before, but seeing it in action, seeing a man so easily and completely bent to my will, was something else entirely.

I turned my attention back to Adam, my eyes narrowing as I prepared to interrogate him. "Tell me everything you know about the anonymous clients," I commanded, my voice firm and authoritative.

Adam took a deep breath, his eyes remaining submissively lowered as he began to speak. "Master, the anonymous clients are shrouded in secrecy. The real identities of the clients are unknown to me, and everything is truly anonymous."

He paused, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "When a gigolo is sent to one of these clients, he is blindfolded for the journey. The blindfold is only removed once he arrives at the location. The gigolos are not allowed to wear masks to hide their faces; the clients insist on seeing them clearly."

Adam, his expression thoughtful. "I've secretly asked some of the gigolos about their experiences to try and gather more information. They've told me that the women they meet are always wearing masks to conceal their identities. There are all kinds of drugs available at these encounters, and sometimes groups of women are involved."

He shrugged slightly, his voice steady and informative. "The gigolos can't accurately tell the ages of the women, but they've reported that some seem to be in their 30s or 40s, while others appear to be in their 60s. It seems like some sort of secret party or gathering."

I listened intently, my mind racing as I processed the new information. The idea of a secret, masked party with drugs and group encounters sent a thrill of excitement and anticipation through me. The mystery and intrigue only added to the allure, and I was determined to uncover more about these clandestine gatherings.

Barbara, who had been listening closely, turned to me with a thoughtful expression. "It sounds like these parties are highly organized and designed to cater to the specific desires and fetishes of the clients. The masks and drugs suggest a level of debauchery and indulgence that goes beyond typical encounters."

I nodded in agreement, my eyes meeting Barbara's with a shared sense of determination. "We need to find a way to infiltrate one of these parties. If we can gain access, we can gather more information"

Turning back to Adam, I issued my next command, my voice firm and authoritative. "Adam, I want you to arrange for me to be sent to one of these newly registered anonymous clients. Ensure that everything is set up perfectly, and report back to me with the details as soon as possible."

I fixed Adam with a stern gaze, emphasizing the importance of my next words. "And Adam, make sure you do not send any other gigolos to these newly registered clients. I will handle them all by myself."

Adam nodded obediently, his voice steady and compliant. "Yes, Master. I understand. I will make the arrangements immediately and keep you informed of every detail."

I turned my attention back to Adam, a question that had been nagging at me finally surfacing. "Adam, tell me something. Why do these clients even have to be registered in your system if they're using false names? If they truly want to remain anonymous, why go through all this trouble?"

Adam looked up at me, his expression thoughtful as he considered the question. "Master, the decision to register these clients, even under false names, was made during a secret meeting of the shareholders. The primary reason is to ensure the safety of the gigolos. If something were to happen to one of them, an investigation by the authorities could potentially expose the clients and endanger their anonymity."

I looked at him and said, " So do the clients know that they can be intentionally exposed ?"

He nodded, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "By having some form of registration, it keeps the clients in check. They know that if something happens to the gigolo, there's a risk they could be exposed. It's a way to maintain a level of control and ensure that the clients don't cross certain lines."

Adam, his voice adopting a more candid tone, explained, "It's not out of any sense of humanity, Master. The shareholders are primarily concerned with safeguarding their financial interests. If a death was reported or if our activities were exposed, the revenue generated from this operation would be jeopardized. The company could be seized by authorities and shut down. To mitigate this risk and continue generating more money, we decided to implement this registration system."

Adam continued, "Initially, the false names provided by these anonymous clients were only recorded to book orders and keep track of data, such as when and to whom to assign the gigolos. However, we refined this process as we progressed."

I nodded, understanding the logic behind their decision. It was a clever way to maintain some semblance of control and safety in an otherwise dangerous and clandestine operation. The shareholders were walking a fine line, balancing their greed with the need for caution and discretion. Continue your adventure with My Virtual Library Empire