The Pension Club

Mira's Boss

I was overjoyed. My three pregnant women were now the center of my life. Mira let me enjoy this. She told me the other club women missed me but understood the emotional needs of a father-to-be.

For four months, I was busy pleasuring my three wives. That is how I thought of them. Mellisa, my "official" wife,  gained so much weight after only three months that I feared for her health.  Shila and Lin kept their strict workout and diet regime, and there was no sign of pregnancy until the fourth month. Even now, it was manifested as a small bump in their flat belly and a slight increase in their breasts and nipples size.

I loved both types of pregnancy and enjoyed pleasuring the three of them. Their bellies attracted my hands, and I caressed them with affection. Sometimes, after having sex with either, I daydreamed I could bring us all together. We could be one happy family.

My dream was pruned before taking root by Mira's reaction to the news of Melissa's pregnancy. She was upset and told me there could never be a link between the club and Melissa.

"We are going to meet someone special today," Mira told me when I entered her mansion one Monday morning.

"Special like Susie?" I asked.

"No, dear, this one is exceptional. Our club is big. Much bigger than you know. We are but a branch of our club. Our club has a hierarchy, and today you are honored to meet my superior."

I was taken aback by this revelation. I always saw Mira as the one in charge. The club I had seen so far was big. Huge, actually, with assets worth billions of dollars under its fold. I got into something enormous if there were more clubs like this club and a higher hierarchy controlling them.

"We are leaving in thirty minutes. Say goodbye to your wives and meet me in the garage."

My two young wives were excited about the news. They were club born and knew the hierarchy - respected and maybe even worshiped it to an extent.

Mira and I took her red sports car, and she drove all the way, instructing me regarding protocol. I was to enter the room alone, without her, and comply with her superior's wishes. She would probably like to taste me on her own, having heard of the pleasures our club's branch members experienced with me.

We reached a grand hotel in the middle of a forest. This was a high-class resort - the kind the elite kept for themselves, paying a very high price for extraordinary and exceptionally discreet service.

In the lobby, we were escorted by a hotel staff member. He would be our host, which I understood was their way to ensure guests would not stray to where they were not supposed to be. Mira mentioned Glen Danvers, her superior's name, and our host used his tablet to send a message.

"Please be seated, Miss Danvers is expecting you, and someone is sent to fetch you." We sat on a sofa in the lobby. A small table was laden with two cups of steaming tea and some cookies. Mira warned me not to touch the food, and I didn't.

A young man came to our table. He was of average height and build. He was dressed casually in short jeans and a t-shirt. His sneakers were blue, which attracted the eyes. I guessed his age to be around thirty.

"I'm Johnny, Glen Danvers' assistant. It is a pleasure meeting you again, Miss Heart." Mira rose and offered him her hand, which he took and kissed with a slight bow.

"It has been two years, dear Johnny. You look even better than the last time." Mira smiled at him, and despite myself, I felt a slight pang of envy.

"You must be Marvin," he said, and we shook hands, "I will take you to Miss Danvers now. If you follow me, please?" his question wasn't really a question. Still, I took the invitation and followed Johnny, looking at Mira nodding for me to proceed, trusting me to leave a good impression with Miss Danvers.