ANDIE AT THE DISEMBO CLUB 6 by Regis

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The story’s content does not represent the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote unlawful activity as the story describes. By continuing to read this work, you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character they are depicting, but they remain at all times adults.

Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: ANDIE AT THE DISEMBO CLUB 6

Published: 11.11.2024

Story Codes: Young Ones, Abuse, Snuff

Synopsis: An uncompromisingly depraved fantasy — Andie was incredibly beautiful, smart, and knew how to work the system. She had a rising career in an upper-end advertising agency, worked out daily at a nearby gym, and used her well-developed sexuality to get ahead in business.

She made a great salary and used it to follow the jet-set around the world, making every weekend an adventure. She caught the attention of a very special group that called themselves the Disembo Club.

She had no idea what that meant but learned they collected and owned females, to do with them whatever they wanted, free of any restraints such as laws and morals. They had their island retreat, and Andie got to see first-hand the shocking ways in which they used their incredible collection of female stock.

Andie at the Disembo Club 6

Andie noticed for the first time that the head stewardess had never said “our retreat.” She took no ownership, indicating she was simply an employee and knew at a deep level it was a Club for the members, not its hirelings. She was just there to do a job.

Like the other stewardesses aboard, as well as the group of professional women, gathered in this meeting, it was clear that a major criterion for recruiting and invitations (she wondered again if this was a well-disguised abduction) was the considerable physical attributes of the candidate.

As she looked around the space, it appeared that having great legs, a slender waist and large breasts were fundamental requirements for females, even special guests like herself. At that point in the presentation, the questions going through her head were quickly answered.

“You have all been invited on this trip for your sense of fun and adventure, and your willingness to put to work your additional attributes. Are any of you concerned about helping out in the gambling, and perhaps participating in some fun competitions?”

There was a titter from the ladies: They had received their invitations upon return from a wild weekend at Monte Carlo. Andie was sure they would never have been invited along to this Disembo Club if any of them were likely to have a problem with gambling.

The competitions part of it was another matter because she wasn’t particularly competitive by nature, but she would consider trying anything that seemed to be enjoyable. She wouldn’t mind competing with a few of these bitches, to establish her superiority.

“And does anyone here think she might be too shy to join the members and their families on the beach or at the pools in the nude?”

Again, there were some smiles.

“You have been invited because of your intellect, open attitude and sharp wit, as well as for your remarkable physical appearance.

“The F-class girls are forbidden to speak to a member or any higher-class person unless they are spoken to. As an Epsilon Class person, you will have the opportunity to use your intellect creatively, as well as to engage in stimulating conversation with people right up to Beta Class.

“Betas must, of course initiate the conversation, but usually they will be pleased to chat with you. I am confident you will all fit in quite well and will have a most rewarding time in the process. Let me know if you have any doubts or concerns, and I’ll be happy to address them.”

Andie and the other girls were given a profile sheet to fill out, which the stewardesses said would help them get to know each other more easily. After a few moments of quiet reading, they got up to stretch their legs and took the opportunity to meet each other.

Andie noticed her name was missing from the list she was given, which included photos that had been quietly taken when they had arrived at the executive flight center. These people were well organized. She did not need to see her name on a list of others.

Two of the other girls had been in Monte Carlo at the same time she had been, and she had seen, spoken to, and had a drink with a gorgeous redheaded girl with huge tits and an Irish accent at a gambling resort in Spain, but all of the others were strangers.

That suited Andie fine, because as she moved among them and chatted, she realized there was not much she liked about any of them. They were, she thought to herself, far too much like herself. On the way up, and others on their way up could get in the way.

She did not look for the company of women who were ambitious and avoided primary relationships. These women were all in their late twenties or early thirties and none had a boyfriend. She guessed they all had their picture and brief biographies missing from their information sheets.

The information was probably gleaned from the qualifying questions she had answered when she had accepted the invitation. She was disturbed that she did not get to see what they said about her. They could give the others an inaccurate picture of her, and could mislead them.

Her law background made her suspicious of incomplete documentation, but she found enough about the others to personally mistrust them from what she read. These other beautiful bitches on this free vacation had two things in common: they were all looking out for number one, and the only satisfactory situation for Andie was to be number one.

That left no room for compromise. For Andie, there was no other possible ranking. The other personality trait she shared with all the others was that she liked and sought out high risk, but always with a solid structure. That was why she excelled at law.

There were two other lawyers in the group, as well as other professionals, all with a steep ascension curve in their careers. There was a surgeon, several entrepreneurs, a few equities traders, a real estate developer, and a high-flying commercial realtor.

There were also a couple of “ladies of leisure,” unmarried daughters of members of the British House of Lords who could never consider working for a living, but had allowances from their parents that permitted them to live in luxury. Like Andie, they were always seeking thrills to replace the lack of substance in their lives.

The women were engaged in casual polite conversation, which gave them an opportunity to size each other up. These young ladies were so competitive that their every moment was taken with sizing up the others, and gathering data, particularly on others’ weak points.

They were all devising strategies to come out on top of every situation. The information sheets and chance to converse allowed them to build a database in their minds that would likely be valuable later. They remained polite and casual as a mask.

All of them intended to give as little information as possible about themselves, as that could reveal any weaknesses. It looked like any gathering of aggressive women in a social setting. Every cunt was out for herself and knew better than to reveal anything personal to others.

The senior flight attendant flashed the lights to get their attention and invited them to return to the main cabin of the aircraft to meet the members and their families. As they reached the head of the spiral staircase, they were issued brass nametags to put on which identified them by name and profession.

Andie was surprised at how easily she slipped in and out of conversation with the Club’s members. They were very nice people, and she enjoyed her time with them. A delicious and filling meal was served, and the single lady guest received more of that delicious juice she had been served during the information meeting.

She made half a dozen trips to the washroom, and always replenished her lost moisture with more of that wonderful juice. It was almost addictive, it tasted so good. The flight hours went by quickly, and she was surprised when the captain announced they would be arriving at their destination in just forty-five minutes.

THE END OF CHAPTER SIX