I was drinking in my club one stormy winter's night in late November when one innocent question changed my life forever. I was savouring my after-dinner brandy with Charles Ronson, the CEO of the investment bank I worked for. I had recently been promoted onto the board, from where I had first received the invitation to join the gentleman's club I was now sitting in. It was strictly by invitation only, Charles informed me and invitations were not quickly forthcoming, he confided in me. During the course of the conversation, I was surprised by several things Charles said regarding his sexual preferences. I can't remember how the conversation arrived at this point, but arrive it did, and Charles was asking me questions of quite a personal nature I thought, regarding my views on sex in all it's different forms.

At one point we were comparing stories of our youth and our first sexual experiences (we were both heavily under the influence of drink at this point). Charles, it transpired, had first had sex when he was 14, and this had occurred with a 12 year old girl from the same estate he grew up on. I was a little older, I confessed, being 16 when I lost my virginity to a 15 year old girl at one of the many parties we used to attend in those days when various people's parents were away on holiday. Charles quizzed me on how good it felt back in those days, but added that there were even younger girls that he knew that were having sex and he'd always wondered what it would have been like to have had, say, a 10 year old or younger.

My eyebrows must have lifted at this point, because Charles said, "Come on, Nick, don't tell me you've nevered lusted after young girls?". I had to admit that I had, but never ones as young as he was describing. "Seriously?" he said. "You've never wondered what it would be like?".

I answered of course, I think most men, if they looked deep inside their sould, would have to admit the thought of sex with young girls would be an attractive proposition, but would be put off by the attitudes of society and the threat of a prison sentence hanging over their heads.

"And what if there was no chance of being found out? What then, Nick? Would you consider it?"

A long moment passed between us, Charles' sharp eyes locked onto mine, waiting for my answer.

"Absolutely NO chance?" I said. "If I said to you I know a place where men of our standing, with money in their pockets, could go and indulge their fantasies to their heart's desire, would you consider it?"

Again, I stared into the fire as I considered my answer. Eventually, I had to say one word: "Yes"

"Good man!" cried Charles, "now if I told you I was going on to such a place after leaving the club tonight, would you consider joining me?"

"I would have to telephone my wife and say I have to stay in town tonight because of business, but yes, I would love to join you."

And so it was, an hour or so later, that Charles and I were putting on our coats and hailing a taxi outside our club. Charles gave an address to the driver and we settled back in our seats. As I watched the city lights whirl past, my mind was a jumble of thoughts about what I was getting myself into. Eventually the cab pulled up outside a rather elegant Georgian house somewhere in the suburbs of London. As we approached the front door, Charles pulled a key card from his wallet and swiped it through the top of the keypad mounted beside the polished front door.

He then keyed in a code of some sort and I heard the door click open. Charles must have noticed my quizzical expression as he said, "Don't worry, Nick, we have to be very cautious who we allow in the building, as you can understand. You have to be vetted and proposed by an existing member before you get your own card and code. Now hand your coat to the gentleman over there and let's get a drink!"

Charles led me into a large, high-ceilinged room not too disimilar to the one we had recently left at our club. I could not hide my shock and amazement as I entered the room. Several Chesterfield couches and chairs were dotted around the room, mostly around the perimeter of the room, I noticed. There were at least five or six other men already seated in these and had drinks in their hands; some were smoking cigars. So, not too disimilar to our club. What WAS different, was there were also several girls in the room, with ages (I would guess) ranging from 5 or 6 up to about early teens, maybe 12, 13 at the most. They were all in various stages of undress and some were sitting on club member's laps. I noticed one large gentleman smoking his cigar with one hand and the other was busily massaging the girl's bald young pussy, every so often inserting one finger slowly, finger-fucking her and then withdrawing to idly chat with the gentleman in the chair next to him. I then heard some grunting sounds from the dark far corner and there was a white haired man with what looked like a 10 or 11 year old girl on his lap, naked. She was facing him and sliding up and down on his cock as his hips bucked below. He noisily sucked on her budding breasts, chewing the erect nipples hard, getting extremely turned on by the girl's growing moans. Meanwhile, in another dim corner, a girl of 6 0r 7 was on her knees in front of a much younger man, more my age. His flies were open and she was busily sucking his cock as hard as she could, while he held her head and mouth-fucked her.

I suddenly was aware of Charles staring at me. I turned and he said "Not what you expected, NIck?"

"N-N-No," I stamered, "Not really!"

Just then a man dressed like a waiter came to our chairs and asked what we would like to drink. Charles ordered another brandy and I joined him. Before leaving, the waiter looked at Charles and said, "The usual sir? Lucie?"

"Yes please, Carter, I haven't tired of her yet!" Then, turning to me, he said, "And who can Carter get for you, Nick? Carter, who would you suggest for a new member? Somebody to ease him into the swing of things?"

Carter only thought for a second or too before replying "Perhaps Amanda might be ideal for this occasion?"

"Amanda! Excellent choice, Carter! Amanda it shall be."

Our drinks arrived quickly and by now my body was positively tingling with excitement at the thought of what might be going to happen.

"Ah, here are the girls, Nick!" cried Charles.

I looked in the direction he was pointing and saw two girls walking into the room, accompanied by Carter. One was about 6, very small, fair-haired, with a little cotton top showing Mickey Mouse on the front, and a little flowery skirt. Next to her was a much older girl, possibly 12 or 13, but dressed so provocatively with make up etc. that she looked more like 15 or 16.

Handing the little one to Charles, Carter said "Lucie, Sir" and to me he shepherded the older girl "Amanda, Sir - enjoy your evening!"

Amanda immediately sat on my lap and leaned forward, her top billowing open, showing me a glimpse of her petite little girl tits. Whispering in my ear, one hand placed over my stiffening cock, completely without any embarassment, she huskily mouthed the words "And what would you like to do with me first, Sir?"