The Making of a Whore.

"Well, we better get things ready." Jack said, as the young wife disappeared into the dressing room. "I am just going next door as I have a few things to do. I will leave you two to it." And Jack disappeared into a room directly opposite Katie's dressing room. Indeed, whenever a girl entered the dressing room, the Platinum supervisor would always disappear into the same room, claiming he had something to do. The junior members just used to put it down to laziness, so James was somewhat surprised that Jack had left him with the General to help.

He would have thought he would have stayed, especially when it seemed that the General was a more senior member.

Frank had no time to dwell on this as the General started to bark orders, "Now come, let's get the lighting fixed..." and Frank started to prepare for his wife's first modelling shoot.

As Katie entered the room, she immediately noticed the clothes rail at the back with a few items hanging up and a few more folded on a nearby dresser. She walked over and looked at what she was being ordered to wear. Hanging up on the rail was a dark navy blazer, white cotton shirt, grey micro mini skirt and a tie. Katie then noticed that, folded on the dresser were a pair of black stockings, suspenders, suspender belt and g-string and a tiny lacy see through black bra which was clearly too small for her lovely big breasts and a pair of black heels. They were five inches high and were the highest heel she had ever seen.

Katie was being asked to dress up like a schoolgirl. No, she was being asked to dress up like a sevy slutty schoolgirl. Panic immediately set in. Frank had assured her that on the first sessions, girls were always asked to wear a sexy dress, but never anything more revealing or asked to dress in costume. He told her that the girls were never scarred off if they started things slowly and were more likely to return. And Katie had no reason to disagree since she had seen most of Frank's pictures, and the subsequent ones.

But she was being asked to skip a level and dress up like a young sexy schoolgirl. Katie was aware that her young, tight body in a schoolgirl's outfit would certainly appeal to old perverted men like the General. And possibly even the kind looking Jack. What was going on? And why was her pussy getting wet at the thought of dressing up and pleasing these old men?

Of course, she did not have to dress as instructed, but then she remembered the firm words of the General: "Make sure you put on exactly what is in there for you". Her brain was telling her to walk out, tell them she had changed her mind and, if need be, argue it out with her husband afterwards. She came from a respectable home, her father a stockbroker, her mother a magistrate, she had lived an upper middle class existence but now she seemed prepared, at a drop of a hat, to become a glamour model, someone who modeled for the perverted pleasure of other men. Old men.

Old perverted powerful men who could pay her a lot of money. It was almost a form or prostitution. She should storm out now, her brain was telling her. But sadly, her pussy was telling her something different. It was telling her to dress up like a sevy, naughty young schoolgirl and indulge the sick fantasies of the General and Jack.

So, still utterly confused by the turmoil going on with her emotions, Katie followed the instincts of her married pussy, which was soaking wet with fear and desire, and began to strip off and dress up like a schoolgirl...

Meanwhile, Jack had entered the adjoining room, pleased how things had gone so far. He was now in what was the supervisor's office and no junior member had ever been allowed in. And for a very good reason. For inside was the hub of the operation where much of the work of The Platinum Club was undertaken. It was a plush, well fitted room, with a nice red leather chesterfield couch at one end, coffee table, bar, TV, all the necessary furniture to make it a luxurious room suitable for entertainment. And it needed to be since this is where the girls were taken after their initial shoots and were asked to join the Platinum Club.

He looked at the couch and wondered how many women had been fucked on it, or how many men had sat there whilst a young bitch was forced on her knees and ordered to suck a member off. You see, when they were asked to join, many were given a chance to perform some of the services that they would have to perform at a later date. It was remarkable how many of the horny bitches obliged, even at that early stage.

However, the room was not just for entertaining and pleasure, it was also for work for in the far corner was a large desk with a number of computers on it and on the opposite wall there were three large flat screens acting as monitors. Jack went over, sat in the plush leather chair and logged on. As he did, he picked up a Cuban Cohiba cigar, lit it up and leaned back and waited for the system to boot up.

Yes, he thought to himself, it was all going to plan, Frank's wife was as hot in the flesh as she was in the pictures and soon she would be theirs and there would be nothing her pitiful excuse of a husband could do to stop it.

Jack had found out that Katie was Frank's wife...

Unfortunately for Frank, his plan was perfect but for one fatal flaw. Whilst he was aware of the initial interviewing process that the girls went through, the one where a supervisor would meet the girl, check her suitability before the first shoot, Frank was, however, completely unaware of the private investigator who, immediately after the interview, was ordered to follow her. The PI was hired to investigate every girl to confirm her story -- i.e. she was who she said she was.

You see, some years back, maybe 20 years or so, when the club was in its infancy, they almost got caught out. The club had seduced and fucked a young wife who happened to be married to a prominent newspaper editor. This man wanted revenge. He wanted to expose the club who were still fucking his wife, name and shame its high profile members in his paper and put an end to its evil goings on. But he could not do it without proof. He could not ask his whore of a wife, so he decided to send in an undercover reporter. Luckily for the club, they got wind of the scam from the editor's wife who had overheard her husband talking about it and they were able to reject the girl even before the initial shoot. But it was a warning that did not go unheeded.

As such, each girl was carefully vetted. The PI would just follow her home, check she was who she said she was, a small report was prepared and job done. In 20 years only a handful of girls were ever rejected on the grounds of unsuitability (plenty on looks) and there was normally nothing sinister in it. Girl was either too young (18 years old were permitted but nothing younger) or she was married to a criminal (no need to incur the wrath of a psychopathic husband etc).

So of course when the young Katie was interviewed, it did not take long for the Platinum member do declare his interest and when she left, he indicated to the PI to follow her. He followed her home, noted her address, saw her kiss her husband at the door -- picture was taken of that -- husband's name discovered, report sent.

So when the interviewer received the report, he was somewhat surprised, to say the least, to discover that Katie was, in fact, the wife of a known member. She had told then that she was a bored housewife in need of little extra pocket money. This deception was immediately escalated to the upper echelons of the club and the elders had to make a decision. And that decision was, initially, to expel Frank and reject Katie. This was an act of betrayal since he was just after the money, their money, for he would never allow his wife to join The Platinum Club and to submit to their numerous acts of perverted debauchery. They were not there for junior member to defraud them. For the very senior members, it was a real shock since in all their years a member had never once presented his wife like this.

It was then that the General, who was on the executive committee, together with his good friend, Jack, formulated their cunning plan. It was presented to the committee and it was unanimously accepted. No one would ever again try and make a fool out of them.

And what was the plan? Quite simple, really: to seduce, abuse and fuck Frank's wife while he was forced to watch. They wanted him humiliated and destroyed as they would, in front of his eyes, take his beloved wife and turn her into their fuck toy.

Once the computers had finally booted up, Jack logged on. After a minute or so, he had remotely turned on a couple of dozen hidden cameras. Some were in Katie's dressing room, and some were in the main studio. The screens above then became alive. Each screen was then split up into a dozen small pictures, each reflecting a different camera. One screen was devoted to the studio where Frank and the General were busy preparing for the shoot. The other was of more interest, since it was Katie's dressing room. He was recording her whilst she stripped off.

A few more buttons were pressed and a live webcam was set up for members to access via their exclusive website. Each member could, by the click of a mouse, decide which camera, and as such which angle, they wanted to focus on. They were remotely able to enjoy Katie undressing remotely from the comfort of their home. In a short time, via cameras in the studio, they would be able to watch the photo shoot and all else that would follow. Brilliant.

As Jack puffed on his cigar, he looked up at the monitors. Obviously the one with Frank and the General was of no interest. The dressing room, however, was very much of interest. On a normal shoot, it was his favourite part, when the idiots next door were setting up and he was alone in here. He knew that they thought he was just in here having a cup of tea waiting letting them do all the work. In fact, he was getting a very exclusive sneak preview of the goods on offer.

He looked at the monitor with Katie and saw that she had already stripped off and was sitting on the stool by the dresser, rolling up one of the stockings. Her beautiful married tits were on display since she was yet to put on her bra. Jack hated the screen being split up into 12 small screens all with differing angles. It made him dizzy. So he decided to get a better view. In fact the best view in the house.

Puffing on his cigar, he swivelled his chair around 180 degrees and looked at a huge picture on the wall. He then picked up a remote control and pointed it at it. In true James Bond fashion the picture then started to disappear under the wall as a result of some mechanical pulley. In its place was a big window. A window into Katie's dressing room. The perverted bastard had installed a two way mirror. And what Katie thought was a mirror, unbeknown to her, also acted as a window for Jack. He could look in and she would never know.

James leaned back in his chair, puffed on his cigar and withdrew his rock hard 11 inch cock and started to stroke it as he watched the poor wife dress for his pleasure.

Katie by now had rolled up both stockings and was attaching the suspenders to the suspender belt. She had stood up and was looking into the mirror (and looking into Jack). She already had on her heels so her body was wonderfully raised. Once she attached the stockings she looked at herself. God she looked great, she thought. She had rarely worn stockings and suspenders before, despite Frank's constant requests, but boy did she look good. She should wear them more often, she thought. Her hands then went up to her breasts and cupped them. She always admired her tits, the size of them were slightly abnormal for a girl of her size, but they looked great.

Women were bitterly jealous of them whilst men were desperately transfixed by them. Only her husband had ever seen them naked, and now she felt that it was inevitable that she would be ordered to reveal them to the General Would she obey? She was terrified at the prospect. But her nipples had become rock hard at the prospect and her pussy was soaking wet. She pinched them and started to lick her lips. She was terrified but she also had a strange feeling of horny warmth which was flowing through her young body.

She still desperately wanted to run out of this place, having seen what she was being ordered to wear. But some strange force was keeping her here. Keeping her here at the whim of these old powerful men. As such, she stayed and conscience of not keeping the General and Jack waiting, she picked up the bra left for her and looked at it. She noticed was that it was made of a transparent lacy black material. Her tits would be clearly visible even whet she put it on. The other thing she noticed that was that it was very small. In fact it looked at least 3 sizes too small to contain her wonderful 34DD jugs.

She then remembered that when she was interviewed, she had given them her exact measurements and was assured that the outfit chosen for her would accurately reflect this. It must have been a mistake. Or was it? Had they deliberately bought her a bra too small in order to accentuate her already considerable cleavage? To make sure her big married tits were ready to explode out from the confines of her small bra? She licked her lips at the devious tactics of these old perverts. She was beginning to understand that this was far from any normal photography club. When these men wanted something, they set out to get it. And she was, today, their prey. Again her brain told her to leave. But her pussy had taken over and she put on the bra.

Indeed it was a few sizes too small and as such she could barely get her tits into the cups. She found that, despite her best efforts, her nipples just kept poking out from the top of the bra and all the bra was doing was supporting the bottom of her tits, raising them up and offering addition (and unnecessary) support. She desperately tried to cover her tits, to preserve some modicum of dignity, but all that would happen was that with the slightest movement, they would spring out of her bra, leaving her big firm luscious mounds of tit flesh exposed when she was inevitably asked to open her shirt.

Her heart was now pounding away with fear. This was not what she had signed up for. Maybe she could wear her bra but once again she remembered the General's very explicit order - "Make sure you put on exactly what is in there for you". She had no choice. She would have to dress like a slut for these men or walk away.

Next came the g-string. When she put it on, she found that the tiny black thong barely covered her pussy and, as she looked behind at herself in the mirror (presenting her married bottom to Jack next door) she saw that the tiny piece of string had disappeared between the valley of her beautiful buttock cheeks thus leaving her entire bottom on display. She had never worn a g-string for Frank before. She had always refused, claiming it was too uncomfortable. However, looking at herself now, she realised how beautiful she looked. She should have worn one before, she thought, but her husband was never strong enough to force her.

But the General was. And now any thoughts of discomfort were strangely being replaced by a warm glow in her married pussy. Was this caused by the g-string or being forced by a couple of old powerful men to wear one? The answer was that it was a combination of both. And that thought scared her for she knew that she would, at the very least, be ordered to strip down to her lingerie and, as a result of the bra that was too small for her and a g-string that left nothing to the imagination, she would be displaying, to men whom she had never met until today, her tits and arse. That was never part of the agreement. And yet she was prepared to go through with it. Wasn't she? This was wrong, she should stop.

But she couldn't stop. A strange force was leading her down this dark, dangerous path. She said to herself that Frank was there to help. If it got out of hand, he would step in. But despite this logical thought, some strange fear persisted that all was not right...

She was right. All was not right and some of it was about to be revealed to her husband.

Frank, at that moment, was helping the General organize the studio. There was not much in there. There was a brown leather couch and a couple of chairs. The chairs were placed in front of the couch and the General, mysteriously took a white shoe box and carefully placed it on one of the chairs next to him. Frank wondered what was in it?

But Frank did not have too much time to dwell on what might be in the mysterious white box as the General started to speak to Frank. The second part of The Platinum's Club plan of retribution was about to be set into motion. "Frank, you might be wondering why there are two senior member of The Platinum Club here today and not the usual three junior members?"

"Yes, well I was kind of wondering why? Jack did say it was alright for me to stay and all would be explained later..."

"Indeed we need you stay, you are an integral part of what is going to happen."