The Secret Stalker (The Clarendon Playmates Kink #4)

Chapter 1

ONE

Sophie

Email sender name: Mack.

What the…? is my first thought when I open my Clarendon Playmates work email inbox.

Never in the three years of working for the prestigious Clarendon Golf Club have I ever received an email that wasn’t from Sandy, the Manager of the Golf Club and underground kink club.

Never have I ever received an email from a client or member of the club and never have I given the email address out.

That would be breaking the rules. No social contact.

We do the job and we go home. That is the service we offer, that I supply.

Do I click on the email? Is it spam or a virus?

But it came directly to me. Could it be someone from work?

I mull over the risk of losing everything on my laptop by opening up the email.

I don’t have much to lose. And my curiosity is piqued beyond the drama of getting a virus.

I give in way too quickly and click on the email.

Nothing. Blank page. What the fuck? I read the sender email address: Mack@.

Is that a real website? I open my browser and type in and there is a website under construction with the words, Coming soon scrawled across the website homepage.

Undeterred I google Masked Mack in the search bar but nothing seemingly relevant comes up in the results.

I don’t know what I am looking for, a social media profile?

A news report on a hacker or terrorist group who goes by that name who does what exactly?

Tell workers at the Clarendon to take a job on the playmate job board that they would usually apply for?

This all seems a bit odd to me. Which reminds me, is there an electro play job listed on the job board?

There must be if Masked Mack is asking me to apply for it. Whoever he is.

I open up the Clarendon Playmates portal and look on the Amber job board, it’s my usual go-to that has most of the jobs I prefer to take.

Green often seems too vanilla—which I say very lightly because nothing is actually vanilla but if you knew the Clarendon then you’d know what I am talking about—and Red is often too far outside of my comfort zone, although lately I think I need to try new things.

Amber has always been where I have found my favourite jobs and it’s where I see a new electro play job listing in there now.

Electro play, Tuesday 3-6pm, Member 342, MM/FP, 3hrs (Male Member/Female Playmate)

I click on the job link that looks the same as usual but when I read the description I see it’s not quite the usual.

On Tuesday I want to watch you anticipate the way I am going to touch every inch of your body and the way it makes you writhe and then yearn for more.

I am going to indulge in your every whimper and moan, I am going to feast on your body after I’ve set it alight.

I want you to bow down and take everything I have got for you and then I want to make it all better.

It’s you I want. I want to own your pain and your pleasure.

Payment: $3,000

This job seems personal. Personal to me?

Why choose me? Have I been with this member before?

I must have. Is it reckless to follow the instructions from a random emailer and take the job?

Would I take it ordinarily? Yes. So does it matter that whoever this person is has gone to the trouble of finding out my email address and then contacted me to take it?

Well, it’s certainly a first. I’m not sure they would have needed to bother, I would have applied for it anyway.

It’s not too usual to see electro play listed.

Maybe this member is often out of town. I still don’t know how he got my email address and knew it’s a job that I would be up for.

Throwing caution to the wind, I hit apply.

Dear Member 342,

You went to the trouble of inviting me to apply for your job, how can I decline? If it is me that you want, I’ll come willingly. I’m looking forward to getting on my knees for you, it will be my pleasure to take the pain you are willing to give me.

Yours, Sophie.

I sit back as I click send, the adrenaline pumping through my body reminiscent of when I applied for my first jobs at the Clarendon.

But this feeling is for something new, it feels dangerous and exciting.

I want to know who Mack is and why he has gone to the trouble of directly contacting me.

As I sit, blindly staring back at my laptop running through all the men I can think who Mack might be, my email pings with a notification:

Email sender: Mack.

Email Title: Good Girl.

I can’t help but click on the email only to see its blank contents again.

What was I hoping it said? Tuesday is in two days, I won’t have long to try and figure out who this man is.

I hope he’s not an unhinged stalker. The Clarendon has been amazing since I started working there and I have never heard of a club member getting out of hand.

I’ve never felt unprotected or unsafe. Should I ask Sandy if this is ok?

Something inside me makes me want to keep Mack a secret.

I know he’s breaking the rules but he’s breaking them for me.

I want to know who he is before I start dobbing him in to my manager and potentially getting him kicked out of the club.

This weird email, this new situation, it’s broken what has been a somewhat bland day of sameness.

Amused by this mysterious Mack, well, Masked Mack as his email suggests, I pull myself together and get changed.

I promised Mrs Mangle I’d be around at 2pm to take Snowy for a walk.

I’d love a dog, but being single and often on overnight jobs means it’s not going to happen anytime soon.

Elderly Mrs Mangle had an operation on her hip so I’m being her dutiful neighbourly dog walker for the foreseeable future and I just love it.

Mack

She opened it. She followed my instructions.

The plan is working. I knew Sophie would be game.

I knew she wouldn’t freak out and call Sandy.

My little fire cracker enjoys getting up to no good.

I know she wants to know who I am. I need her to need me before anything changes.

I need to let the plan unfold, and then, only then will I be able to tell if I get my girl.

Member 669

Of course she took the job. His job. His plan has started.

If only he knew there is one other person who is piggybacking off his idea.

I need to strike whilst the iron is hot.

It’s now or never, and never is not an option anymore.

I need Sophie, I need to have everything she’s denied me.

But not anymore. Mack might think he’s created a mastermind of a plan, but what he doesn’t know is I’m coming for her too. She just doesn’t know it yet.