Description: Working with the Cabal is the best of times… and it can be the worst. I got involved with the Cabal when I ran into some trouble with my business dealings. Not financial. Money has never been a problem for me; it just seems to grow in my hands. No, there are some problems that can’t be solved with a bank transfer. Let’s just say I needed some extra leverage. I was drinking with a friend. We had both had a bit much, I unloaded on his shoulder, and he gave me a number to call. He warned me, but I was desperate and, if I’m being honest… greedy. Their help didn’t come cheap, but it was very well worth the investment at the time. Then, the second time I had business with the Cabal to attend to, the courier they sent let me know that he had been instructed to express their appreciation in any way that I wished. Any. Way. Lets just say that I took full advantage of that, and it has become a very productive relationship. I had never imagined that they could be so helpful in so many ways. My friend warned me, though, that business with them is like quicksand; warm and soft, easy to sink into, impossible to get out of. My businesses, until now, have been legitimate, despite their help. Until now. That is precisely why they want me involved in their latest venture. They approached me with the idea of starting a “gentlemen’s club.” Very exclusive, expensive, exotic. A place for a very particular clientele who expect the very best of the best, and pay top dollar to get it. A place where anything is possible for the right price. The French Connection. They need me as a front. A businessman with influence, connections, an impeccable reputation. Someone entirely above reproach. Of course, the operation is like an old fashioned Speak Easy, as it were. The public face is simply a luxury nightclub. The kind of place where the bottle service starts at $500 and goes up. Anybody with the right credit card is welcome. Getting through the door at the end of the back hall is more… complicated. The front of the house is all mine. The Cabal will make sure it is very successful, and my own social connections won't hurt, either. The cover story is that it’s a hobby. I need something to take my mind off the daily grind, as it were. Some men play golf. I run the most glamorous night spot in the city. I’ve always had a reputation for being just a little off beat, always ready to shake things up and do the unexpected. Especially if it makes me richer than I already am. The Cabal doesn’t just take loyalty at face value, though. This club is going to have guests with international reputations. It’s going to potentially involve nightly receipts in the millions. It’s going to require a proportionally large investment to set up and run. They wanted to be sure that I wouldn’t have second thoughts. I have a son, Hugo. He is my world. I would die for him without a heartbeat of hesitation. He’s gay. I can’t judge that, sinking my dick into the Cabal’s escorts every chance I get. He’s young, though. He’s out sowing his oats like young men do. The centerpiece of this club, that is the club behind the second door, is a harem of young men. Very open minded, adventurous, agreeable, highly sexed young men. I was informed that my son would be the first. Whatever second thoughts I might have, Hugo was their insurance that I wouldn’t walk away. “No,” was not an option. I told him that his Grindr hook ups and prowling around bars had to stop. Sooner or later people would find out he was my son and I couldn’t afford it. I gave him a choice. He could go off to a strict Catholic boarding school, or he could go to work for my friends and have all the dick and ass he wanted, discreetly and privately, along with five times his usual allowance. He said, “yes.” Like a good Cabal member, I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. Better than telling him the truth. His first assignment, recruitment. Occitan is a very handsome young man from school. He’s bright, well bred, young, and horny. An afternoon on the yacht with Hugo was an invitation he wouldn’t think of turning down. I watched as Hugo seduced him. Took him below deck. Stripped him. Fucked him. Covered him in teen spunk. I got it all on tape. As he was leaving the boat, I handed him the evidence. Quicksand.
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