Jim was an average 30 year old professional. He had an athletic build that was slowly fading from the chiseled form of his 20’s, a decent job at a large corporation that promoted people who looked like Jim to upper middle management quickly, then let them simmer in the same position for decades. Jim had by all accounts the perfect life. He had a classically beautiful wife, she was tall, slender with wide hips, an ass that she defined with daily workouts, and a full chest that swelled when she was pregnant and never returned to its previous size. She was always eager to please her husband, offering before work blow jobs, or after 2 and a half glasses of wine, the occasional offer of anal. Jim loved to see his usually uptight wife, who was the alpha of the mommy and me club, on her hands and knees, begging for Jim’s thick cock in her tight asshole. Jim was happy with his sex life with her, but had a burning desire to explore other women.
By all accounts Jim should have been content, happy even. Jim was miserable though. He felt trapped in his life like a horse on a carousel, there were constant up and downs, but he was always on the same path going in circles.
Jim kisses his wife goodbye, sliding a hand under her sunflower patterned cotton dress, feeling that her practical white cotton panties under her dress. She yelps as he firmly grabs her shapely bottom. Jim lets his head slowly hit the steering wheel as he sits in traffic on his way to the office on a rainy Tuesday morning, his company provided iPhone buzzing as Jim sighs, picking up the phone, expecting another nagging email from his boss, or another ridiculous complaint from an employee. Instead it was an address and a short message.
“If you want to escape your life sentence join us today to see how to actually live your life.”
He recognizes the address as being in the oldest part of town, and in a bad neighborhood. He tries to put it out of his head as he heads to work. He had his yearly review with his boss and needed to be focused to get through it. Jim enters his bosses office to see a stack of boxes and the frumpy HR director. “Jim we will no longer need your services. That is all we can say. Please take a moment to clear your things. We will mail you your last check.” Jim’s world was spinning. He was had done nothing wrong, he went to happy hours and never had more than the appropriate 2 light beers, he donated to the constant charity drives and even played golf with his bosses. He was the embodiment of the company man.
Jim clears his cubicle of 10 years of accomplishments and walks to his beige Lexus SUV, setting the cardboard box on the passenger seat as he sits in the parking garage, trying to figure out what he would tell his wife, what he would do next, and more disturbingly, why he felt so happy to have just been fired. He looks down at his his phone, realizing that he never turned it in after he was walked out the door.
Jim pulls the address up again, figuring he may as well investigate the mysterious text. He drives to the address, pulling his red silk tie off as he drives, tugging it off and throwing it out of the open window, watching it fly away on the empty highway. Jim pulls up to the old brick building, plywood covers the windows and a group of imposing figures set on the steps informs of the 100 year old building. They approach him as he gets out of his car. He tries to abandon this idea, turning around to get back to the safety of his parked car. His way is blocked as he feels a strong hand on his shoulder, squeezing tightly as it makes contact. “Relax brother, you are amongst friends” the biggest man says in a deep smooth voice. Jim shivers at the sound of his name, knowing there was something big going on, and suspecting him getting fired was not as random as he thought. Jim is lead into the shabby building, passing through the barred door to a beautifully finished lobby, everything looked like a 1920’s hotel, but brand new. “What is this place?” Jim asked, feeling entitled to a shred of information and control.
“Its your future if you let it be.”
A slender man with white hair and a black suit answers Jim from behind the large mahogany desk. “Welcome to Griffin club” Jim smiles at the welcoming figure, feeling the heavy hand lift from his sore shoulder. Jim shakes his hand and is lead to a large sitting area full of people enjoying drinks and eating gourmet foods. “This is an exclusive club that you want to belong to, you need to belong to, and we need you to belong to. Jim chuckles as he walks past displays of wealth and luxury all around him, knowing that this cant be as good of deal as they are making this out to be. “So this looks amazing, but I cant afford this. I just lost my job, have 2 kids, and student loans.” He feels his cheeks burn red as he admits how out of place he is. “Jim, none of our members pay a dime, and none were chosen for their wealth.” We just need you to pass one simple test, one test to prove you will be loyal to the club, to the family.”
The hair on the back of Jim’s neck stand up, he was in a confused mental state. He lost his job, he felt trapped in his life, and he deeply desired everything he saw in front of him. He steps through a set of large doors to a dark hallway, leading him to small room with a two way mirror, overlooking what appeared to be a perfect recreation of a typical high school girls bedroom. He sees a rather distraught high school aged girl sitting on the edge of her bed, wearing a sparkly aqua prom dress, her blond hair done in thick waterfall curls, and her dark mascara running around her eyes. Her body was what every boy her age would desire, a narrow waist, plump bottom from cheer and lifting at the school gym, and supple C cups that had just came in the summer before.
“In front of you there is a button. It will fill the room with carbon monoxide and kill our fragile little guest. You will not be charged with a crime, and she will not be missed…trust me.” Jim did trust him, he had no idea why, but he did. He pauses, looking at the girl as she fought back another scared round of tears. “If you dont push the button the next person will. They always do Jim.” That logic hit Jim hard, his hand moving to rest on the button as the girl stands, walking around the room she stares at the mirror, almost convinced she can see him, Jim pushes the botton, closing his eyes as he watches her yawn, then fall on the bed face down, her leg hiked up to give Jim a peak of her white lace thong wrapped around her virgin flower.
“Congratulations on passing part one of the test Jim”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/a25io0/the_griffin_clubpart_1story_setup
Ok, I’m intrigued.