Assassins MC Pt. 06

"That's the idea." I replied with a big grin on my face.

I gave her a quick wink and continued. "You also did a great job in shaving, Nicole. Now, go get dressed and be out here in ten minutes. We need to get you to your indoctrination, and we need to get to school."

The ladies hurried back and got dressed. When they stepped out, Julie was wearing her usual oversize jeans, t-shirt, hoodie, and beat-up tennis shoes. To everyone else, she looked a mess, but to me, she was a vision of beauty. Nicole was wearing a black dress that came to just above her knees. It wasn't anything overly sexy, more professional-looking, but it showed some nice cleavage. She had changed into a different pair of heels, still black, but narrower and slightly higher. She looked magnificent yet again. Her makeup was immaculate. This woman sure could dress when she wanted. I walked between them. They each grabbed an arm, and I escorted them out the door, but not before I grabbed the spare key that hung nearby.

We drove to the address Roger gave me for the women's indoctrination. It turned out to be a local technical college. I thought I had the wrong address and had to call Roger. He answered and assured me I was in the right place. I just had to walk in and ask the receptionist to speak with Susan. We did just that, and after a few minutes, she walked out and greeted us. "Good morning, Rich, good morning, ladies. Roger has told me all about you two. Please, follow me and I'll show you where you'll be reporting."

We all followed Susan through the halls to the very back of the building. She reached the end of the hallway where a large metal door stood marked, 'Administration Only.' She pulled out a security badge and held it in front of a keypad next to the door. She then entered a six-digit code, and I could hear the door unlatch. She pulled the heavy door open. We stepped inside, and I heard the door latch behind us.

Directly inside the door was a cubicle encased in heavy glass. Sitting inside was a large man wearing a uniform that had security across his chest. The room just comprised this cubicle and was only about 15'x15', with cameras in each corner. He looked up, and Susan showed him her badge. He informed her she was free to proceed and buzzed us through the next door directly behind him. We passed through that door and entered a hallway that bent to the left 90 degrees. They mounted cameras in the corner and along the length of the hall. The hall had doors on each side about 20 feet apart, and the hallway ran about 100 feet. It was sterile with white walls; no decorations or pictures hung along its length, but the floors shined like they were just waxed 5 minutes ago.

We walked down to the end and entered the last door on the left. This turned out to be Susan's office, and she offered each of us a seat. She decorated her office with fake plants and various outdoor pictures hung on the walls. On her desk were pictures of her family. I recognized Roger, Ben, and Penny. She even had an old picture of me, Beth, and my dad. Behind her on the wall was a large picture of an aiming reticle you would see in a sniper's rifle with an A right in the middle. I knew that that was.

"Ladies, welcome to the Assassins." Susan announced. "I will keep this short since I know Rich and Julie need to get to school. As Rich and my husband have informed you, your life now belongs to the Assassins Motorcycle Club. You will be part of a small, elite sorority of women that, while being the property of the club, also run its businesses. The Assassins are Patriarchy in nature, but Matriarchy in business. We make the club its money, and money makes everything run. Do you have questions?"

Nicole spoke up. "So, the club owns everything, but the women run the businesses?"

"That is correct." Susan answered. "That's why the club considers us property. It may sound harsh and inhuman, but it's protecting the Assassin's investment in us."

"Why don't the men just run the business?" Nicole asked.

"Because women can fly under the radar easier." Susan explained. "In the business world, women are always underestimated and undervalued. No one expects a woman could do what we do. At the head of each business is a male figurehead. They are the CEO or President in name only. If the business ever gets raided by authorities, they will go after the men who are acting as leaders. The women, in their official titles, are only low-level employees, secretaries, data entry, etc. When the dust settles, the real brains behind the businesses are left intact and business goes on as usual. We close one building and open up the next with the same women in the same positions and set up the next figurehead to take the fall."

"So, we are the brains, and the men are the brawn," Nicole replied.

"Yeah, that's the truth, but don't tell the men that." Susan said with a smile.

Susan looked over at me and winked.

Nicole had another question. "What will we be doing here?"

"I will give each of you a battery of tests." Susan explained. "They will include personality tests, intelligence tests, and psychological examinations. The Assassins want to ensure that you will handle everything, that you won't break down in the coming years from the strain of leading a double life. You will be subservient to your guardian and home, yet a leader in the workplace. Some people can't handle the juxtaposition of those two facts."

"What happens if we don't pass?" Nicole asked, looking a little worried.

"That, unfortunately, is the bad news." Susan admitted. "If that happens, then you will not enter the program. They sell some women off to the highest bidder. Most likely it will be out of the country, somewhere that your existence won't come back and bite us in the ass. However, I don't see that as an issue in your case. My husband tells me you are a chemist with a master's degree. With that, they will give you extra leeway. Even if your tests don't come back positive, we will work with you. In your daughter's case, they give spouses special treatment. I know she's just Rich's girlfriend, but she's being treated as a spouse."

I looked over to Julie and raised my eyebrows, and she noticed me looking at her, glanced at me, and smiled. She returned her attention to Susan.

Susan continued her explanation. "She will take all the tests, but spouses don't have to pass them. The way we figure, they will have kids, and they are the future of the Assassins. The club's children can become members if they're men, and they consider their daughters more trustworthy as club associates. This gives spouses the leeway to just become stay at home moms. She won't be a security risk as a mom, at least not much of one. Now, if she passes and show aptitude in a certain area, they will give her an option of a job in that field."

"Oh, that makes me feel a little better." Nicole said, relieved. "Do you fail many women?"

"Our failure rate is around 60%" Susan replied.

"Oh, my Lord. Do you sell that many women?" Nicole said, surprised.

"Not all are sold." Susan explained. "The club operates some brothels and escort services. Some women are transferred to those businesses, are still considered property, but they do not carry the tattoo and do not have the privileges that you will enjoy. They make some to work in our other businesses, the more trustworthy failures. Our actual sisters only number about 200, and if you think of the size of the company and the number of businesses we have, that's not a lot, especially considering about a quarter of them are stay at home moms. We only sell about 25% of the women that come through here."

"Do a lot of women come through?" Nicole asked.

"I would say I get about 50 to 75 a year." Susan answered. "To become an Assassin sorority sister, which is what I call us, there must be a need and an opening, unless you are a spouse. In your case, you have Rich to thank. His father was a well-respected member of the Assassins and he is here under his father's legacy. Because the club wanted him to carry on that legacy, we could bring in the two of you. Paul was out to inspect you, to examine the goods, so to speak. We were all ready to buy you and send you through training at another location for non-club affiliated women. If we had, you may never have met me."

"Hold on, you guys were going to buy us?" Nicole asked with a worried look on her face.

"Absolutely." Susan answered honestly. "We normally get women in bad shape. We spend resources getting them cleaned up and presentable. You two were a gift on a silver platter. With minimal investment, you would have been turned around and either sold or employed. Sorry ladies, but you two would have drawn some exceptionally large bids at the auction, especially Julie here; young women are highly sought after."

Nicole and Julie looked a little uncomfortable, not exactly sure what to say after those remarks. Susan continued. "But that's not what happened. Rich stepped in and you find yourself here with me. Now, if you ladies would wait in the hall, I would like to talk with Rich for a minute. We will be right out."

Nicole and Julie walked out of Susan's office and closed the door. I sat and waited to see what Susan had to say.

"Rich, I'm so happy you joined," Susan said. "Since your father died, the Assassins haven't felt the same. I know Roger is ecstatic that you are a member now. He misses Brian, and although you're not your father, Roger feels like he has family in the club again. I'm also happy you're in. I've watched you grow up and you've turned into a wonderful young man." She paused for a second, reached into a drawer, and said, "Roger wanted me to give you this."

She slid a manila envelope across the table. Inside were stacks of cash totaling $10,000, all in hundreds. Also included was a security badge like Susan's, a piece of paper with a six-digit number, and a black, blank credit card.

Susan explained to me what everything was. "The money is for any initial expenses you need. They do not give new members cash like that, but I think Roger just wanted you to have fun. Please, leave the cash with me, and I'll send it out with Nicole this afternoon when you pick her up. Take it home immediately and spend it slowly; you don't want to draw too much attention. I would say only $1000 per day. If you deposit it in a bank, only make deposits of less than 500 dollars. That won't draw too much attention. The key card will get you on any Assassin property around the world, but you will still need to have a reason to be there. Security will ask you that when you use it. The six-digit number is your key code. You will also have to enter that when you enter any property. Memorize and destroy it. Do not keep it on you. I can't stress that enough. The black credit card is your business account. It doesn't have a limit, but it will be audited, and you will only use it for Assassin business. I repeat, for Assassin business only. Don't even buy a candy bar with it. We use that when conducting black market business and it is untraceable. You understand who audits that, correct?"

"Beth?" I said, pretty sure of the answer.

"Correct. Rich, please do not make Beth have to turn you in for misuse. I'm sure she doesn't want to be put in a position of lying or getting you terminated. Don't do that to her."

"I'll get terminated for misusing it?" I asked, suddenly realizing the weight of this conversation.

"Yes, you will, and you better have a good explanation each time you use it. Every member carries a card like that and it's how we pay and are paid for all our business transactions. If you ever lose it, if your wallet gets stolen, you must tell Beth right away. She oversees the program. Your six-digit key code is also the pin for the card. You will enter it forward, then backward for 12 digits. Keep it safe."

"Thank you, Susan." I said, noticing the time. "I appreciate you taking the time with me. I must get to school, though. I'll have to stop by soon and see you and Penny. You two looked fantastic last time I was over, and I just didn't have enough time with you. I miss you guys."

"Oh Rich, stop. You're such a tease." Susan said, smiling. "It would be great to have you over. Maybe we can all get together, Beth and your new ladies, and we can have dinner or something?"

"That sounds great!" I answered, standing up.

Inviting me over for dinner like our life was as normal as anyone else. I had just seen them naked, in corsets, sexualized in front of me, and here she was inviting me over for a nice quiet evening. This is surreal.

I took the money out of the envelope and gave it to Susan, and she placed it in her desk drawer and closed it. I took the cards and put them in my wallet. They were small, but suddenly my wallet felt much heavier when I placed it in my pocket. It must have been the responsibility that came along with them. I collected Julie, kissed Nicole goodbye, and walked down the hall and out of the building. We arrived at school 10 minutes before the bell. I kissed Julie, and we headed in opposite directions to our first class.