The Secret Orders

The Secret Orders


My name is David Roberts, 34 years old, and a multi-millionaire. This is my story:

After college, where I majored in Economics, I worked as junior analyst in the Foreign Currencies Division of Barnes & Burners' Regional Headquarters in Manila. I was 19 years old and full of dreams. In less than a year, I was offered a promotion. I politely declined it, then resigned.

By blood, I am an "Amerisian." My mother, Patricia de la Paz, was a Filipina, my father, James Roberts, an American. They met in Olongapo City at the height of the Vietnam War. My father, a US navy officer, had his tour of duty in Subic Naval Base; my mother worked as a waitress in a club exclusively for naval officers. When the war ended, my father left for the States and never came back. I never met him. From his photographs, which my mother had kept, I noticed that I inherited his physique: lean, tall, and handsome. I was my mother's only child.

My mother had died of heart attack five months before I graduated from high school. She had no insurance or savings. I had nothing, when she died.

At the wake, Fr. Arnold Dizon, our parish priest, looked for me.

"Good evening, Father, thank you for coming," I greeted him.

"I was worried about you, David. Is there anything I could do to help?"

I couldn't say a word. My mind was too numbed to think.

"Listen, son, after the burial on Monday, you go to Amerisians Assistance Office. It's just a short walk from your school. Ask for Miriam. I talked to her about you this morning. Don't forget."

I knew exactly where it was. I passed by it every time I went to school. I even asked my mother about it.

"Why don't we go there, and ask for their help to locate father?"

"I had promised myself not to look for your father, not even for your sake. If he wanted to help us, he could have looked for us. Maybe he is dead. Whatever happened to him, I don't care anymore.."

She never got involved with anybody else. She became an active member of our parish. She'd wake up early, prepared breakfast, heard mass, and went to work.
We never failed to go church on Sunday.

After we buried mother, I didn't go to the Ameriisians Assistance Office. I went the to the school principal's office instead.

"David, I'm sorry to hear of your mother's death. My condolence. "

"Thank you sir."

For I moment, I hesitated.

"I think I have to stop, sir. I couldn't pay for the tuition."

"Why don't you go to the Amerisians Office? Maybe they can help you."

I didn't tell him I won't ever go to that office. Mother wouldn't have wanted me to do that.

"Yes, sir."

"In the meantime, you go back to your classes. It would be a pity if you don't graduate. Don't worry about your tuition. I'm sure I can do something."

The following day, I went to see Fr. Dizon in his convent.

"How are you David? Did you see Miriam. What happened?

I lied. "I went to the office, Father, but Miriam was out. The clerk let me fill up a form. Said he'd give it to Miriam. He told me they'd contact me soon in school,"

"What can I do for you?"

"Father, the owner of the apartment gave notice. I have until next week. I was thinking if I could be a convent boy."

A convent boy was one who did all sorts of tasks either in the convent or in the church. He cleaned the churchyard, washed linens used in religious activities, served mass, ran errands, delivered messages, and many other chores.

"You know of course, David, that we don't pay wages to our convent boys. Board and lodging are all you'll get."

"Yes, Father."

"Then, you can move in anytime."

The next day, I did.

Right after high school graduation, I applied for admission to the Philippine State University as a working student. I passed the admission test, and worked my way through college, graduating with honors.

It was in college that I had my first sexual intercourse. I had kissed, fondled, fingered a few girls before. They were nothing compared to this one.

"David, are you free this Sunday?," my professor in Global Economy, Anna Marie Dominguez, asked me after class.

"Yes, Prof, why?" Everybody in the class called her "Prof."

"Would you be kind enough to help me move in to my new apartment?"

Professor Dominguez was every male's fantasy. She was a "mestiza,"
someone of Filipino-Spanish blood. Sexy, beautiful, and brilliant. She took up her masters at Singapore School of Economics, and graduated magna cum laude..She was 32, but she looked much younger.

She gave me her address, and said she'd expect me on Sunday at two in the afternoon.

I arrived 30 minutes early.

"Oh, David, you're early. I haven't finished packing yet."

"Really had nothing to do, Prof. We just had our term exams last week."

I couldn't help looking at her perfectly shaped legs that flowed flawlessly from her shorts. I could see through her shirt the fullness of her breasts. I felt my cock swell.

"Can I help you pack?"

"I'm almost done, could you please start loading the boxes to the wagon?"

A few minutes later, we were on our way to her new apartment. She drove.

"So how are you doing in your studies, David?"

"I'm doing fine, I think."

"You're doing well in my class, otherwise I wouldn't have requested for your help. Get me?"

I just smiled.

"How many girlfriends do you have, if you don't mind my asking?." She smiled.

"Nothing serious going on, Prof."

"With your looks and all, I guess you have your hands full." She laughed.

I just smiled. I looked at her thighs.

"So who are you dating now?"

"I prefer not to answer the question, Prof, on the ground that it may incriminate me." I smiled at her.

"Ah...Omerta. That's good, David. It's one of the secrets of success."

"With women or in business?"

"Both and everything else. Oh, here we are."

We stopped at the guardhouse of the compound. The guard checked her ID, then allowed us to drive on.

After I unloaded all the boxes, she gave me a glass of soda. I sat down and looked around. The apartment was new and fully furnished.

She sat down in front of me. Both of us were sweating profusely. She looked even more beautiful, with her hair a little disheveled.

"Prof, could I ask you a personal question?" I finally found the courage to ask.

"After what you've done for me, you can ask any question you want." She laughed, and I could see clearly her tongue, her perfect teeth. I felt my cock swell.

"Why didn't you get married?" There. I finally asked the most difficult question in Global Economy. The question no one of my classmates ever dared to ask.

She looked at me for a while. There was a tinge of sadness in her eyes. I began to regret I asked.

"I was in love once, David. So deeply in love. I met him in Singapore. He was an executive in one of the multi-national companies there. I thought he was in love with me too. He promised to follow me here in the Philippines to marry me. That's what he said. He never came. I tried to find a way to communicate with him. When everything failed, I went to Singapore. There I learned he was extradited to the States, where he was convicted for fraud."

I couldn't utter a word. There was awkward silence.

"I'm sorry." I finally said.

"This is just between you and me, David."

"Omerta, Prof."

"Wait. Don' leave yet. I want to show you something."

She went upstairs. I felt sick. Stupid of me, why did I ever ask that stupid question.

"David, could you please come up. I want to show you something."

A picture of her boyfriend, I thought. I couldn't forgive myself. I thought how mother felt every time someone brought up something about my father. "It always opens wounds long forgotten," my mother would tell me. After that, I never talked to her about my father again.

I climbed up the stairs.

"Here, David."

Her voice was soft,.Maybe she had cried, I told myself.

The door was ajar. Slowly I opened it. And there she was. Lying on the bed naked. She looked radiant, desirable, irresistible. Nudity became her.

"Come, David, make love to me. Take me any way you want, for as long as you want."

What happened next was the most exciting, the most pleasurable experience I ever had. I kissed and tongued every part of her body. Her lips, her eyes, her neck, her nape, her breasts, her back, her thighs, her fingers, her toes, and her ears. I licked and sucked her pussy, while my fingers gently tickled her nipples.

"David, fuck me. Fuck me hard."

I continued licking her pussy, slid two fingers into her, and very gently thrust my little finger into her ass..

"Oh.. that feels so good, David." She shivered and moaned.

"David, please fuck me. I beg you, fuck me now."

I knelt on the bed, raised her butt, and gently entered her.

"Look at me, while I fuck you."

She opened her eyes, and looked at me. Every time I shoved my long hard shaft, she would close her eyes and moan. Then she would open them again. When I thought she was on the verge of coming, I would stop just for a second, and start to fuck her again.

Without warning, I gave it all to her, I fucked her as fast and as hard as I could. I felt her whole body shiver.

"I'm coming." Then she screamed as her whole body shivered in ecstasy.

Before she could fully catch her breath, I entered her from behind. I fucked her fast without let-up, until we climaxed at the same time. She screamed even louder.

Exhausted and breathing heavily, we lay still on the bed. After a while, she whispered:

"David, you have great potential."

I was too tired to ask what she meant.

I left her apartment early Monday morning, and went straight to the library of Arts and Sciences.. I had to clean the place before it opened.

The next Friday, when the bell rang for the next class. Professor Dominguez called me.

"David, will you please stay for while, I need to discuss something with you."

I pretended to make some notes, as my classmates began to leave. When we were alone, I approached her.

"Are you free this Sunday? I'll prepare lunch for you."

I arrived just as she was grilling the steaks. A few minutes later, we were seated, and began to eat.

"I never imagined you could cook, Prof."

"You don't know many things about me David."

"I guess."

"Just as I don't know many things about you, David."

"What you see is what I am."

"You can't see what you are. What's your plan? After graduation, I mean."

"Find a job. Save, find a girl, get married and live happily ever after."

We both laughed.

"After lunch, I'll tell you a little about myself."

"Tell me now."

"Later. Upstairs."

"Excuse me, Prof. May I use the bathroom?"

I gargled with water, then with diluted Listerine. I imagined kissing her soon. When I came back, she wasn't at the table. I sat down on the sofa. I was about to read the banner story of the paper when I heard footsteps from the stairs.

"I had to go to my room too." She smiled as she took my hand

"Let's go upstairs. It's a bit humid here." I followed her.

We went inside her room. I couldn't control myself any longer. I grabbed her and started to kiss her neck.

"No. David. Let me do it my way." She led me to the bathroom, took off her clothes, and let me stare at her flawless naked body. Then she took off my shirt, kissed my lips, my cheek, my ear, my neck, my breast and my nipple.

"Don't move, David."

She unbuckled my belt, and pulled down my pants, then my boxer shorts. She knelt, and gently massage my butt, as she tongued my balls.

"Oh, David you're really huge."

She stroked my balls and sucked me gently in between her lips. She swirled her tongue around the tip of my my cock.

Suddenly, she stood up.

"Let me bathe you, David" Without waiting for a reply she led to the shower..

Softly she soaped every inch of my body, massaging my cock and my balls for a while, then slid her slippery middle finger into my ass. I was adrift on waves sensation.

After she washed the shampoo off my hair, she kissed my nipples, then my breast, down to my balls.

"David, turn around. I wish to lick your butt."

As she did that, she slid her right under under my thighs and her smooth fingers played with my balls and my cock.

I never thought pleasure could be so excruciating.

I turned around and raised her up. I tried to enter her standing.

"No, David, later."

She dried me off with a towel.

"Go ahead, lie on the bed David. Don't put anything on yet."

As I lay on the bed, she took a lotion and began massaging my feet, my thigh, my balls, my cock, my shoulders, my neck. She applied some perfume on her mound, and then softly massaged my face with her pussy. I reached out for her butt. I wanted to hold her still and lick her.

"Take your hands off David, please."

She would place her pussy right on my lips, and just when my tongue touched it, she would move it out of my tongue's reach.

"Don't close your eyes, David. Look at my pussy."

A little later, she turned around and let me suck her pussy as she sucked my cock. Slowly she tightened her lips and sucked me harder and faster. Then she stopped.

"Let me massage your back."

"No. Let me fuck you now. Please."

"Your back David. We have all the time."

She massaged my feet, my legs, my thighs, my butt, and my back. She knew exactly where to apply pressure. When she reached my shoulders, I felt a bit drowsy.

"You go to sleep David."

I woke up to her whisper.

"David, let's go."

I pushed the blanket away, and looked around trying to focus.. I noticed it was dark outside. She was sitting on the bed, all dressed up. I stretched for a while.

"What time is it?"

"Quarter of eight."

"That massage really did me in."

"Was I that good, hmm?

"An expert, You're in the wrong business."

"I like teaching."

"Now that you mention it, why did you choose to teach full time? You could have worked in a big corporation, or started your own business, or do other things except teach?"

"I love to teach. Just as I am teaching you now. Here, not in the classroom"

Well, I thought, she did teach me quite a lesson in torture by pleasure..

" David, I'll teach you the most important lesson in economics. After tonight you will understand what I mean."

She stood up. She looked stunning in her black dress. Her earrings sparkled brightly, accentuating the beauty of her face. I noticed her pendant. It sparkled even brighter than the earirngs and it was bigger.

"You don't look like a Prof. tonight, you're like Venus incarnate."

"I am David, believe me, I am." She let out a strange laugh.

"I see you have an appointment. I better go now."

"No, David. You and I are going out."

"I can't. With my sneakers and jeans, it would be like the pauper and the princess. Look at you. You look so elegant. "

"Where we are going, David, what you wear doesn't matter. I'll wait for you downstairs. Don't take long."

I was ready to go in less five minutes.

"Whose car is that?"

I noticed the red Benz when I came in. I forgot to ask her about it.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. My cousin came to here this morning. Wanted to borrow the wagon. Uncle Fred, her father, is arriving late tonight. She had to have enough space for the Balikbayan boxes. When I told her I was going out too, she suggested we swap cars just for tonight."

She drove fast.

"Do you know how to drive, David?"

"Yes, never had a car though. But the priest I worked for when I was in highschool taught me how to drive."

"Why didn't you offer to drive?

"I don't feel comfortable driving other people's cars. I'll be responsible. More so if it's a Benz. Where are we going?

"The University." She laughed.

I noticed we were not going to the center of the city. We were headed toward the the opposite direction. After we turned at the next corner, she slowed down the car and switched off the headlights. After a few seconds, she switched it on. She maintained the speed until we reached what was evidently a mansion.

"Come. David, follow me."

I felt a little nervous. The mansion seemed empty. Antique statues lined the hallway that led to big a large door. She opened it, and motioned me to go in first.

I walked to her and whispered.

"Who lives here? What are we doing here?"

She whispered back.

"My realm, David."

I couldn't understand. She took my hand.

"Come, feel at home."

The hall was big but dimly lit. On the center was a bed, haloed by a soft light.. I looked around. We were alone.

Holding my hand, she proceeded to the bed. Standing at the edge of the bed, she kissed me gently and stroked my cock with her right hand until my hard on pushed against my pants. She kissed my ear.

"Make love to me David. Fuck me like you did last Sunday."

God, I've been aching to fuck her the whole day. I undressed her. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. She lied down on the bed, and her naked body oozed with sensuality.

I took off my clothes. I made love to her exactly the way I did last Sunday.
After I fucked her to her second and my first climax, we lay beside each other for a while, trying to regain our breath.

Suddenly, the hall was flooded with lights. Everything happened so fast, I didn't know what was happening. I didn't know what to do.

Professor Anna Marie Miranda stood up and walked toward what seemed a throne at the front of the hall. She sat on the throne like a queen.

"Stranger, Welcome to the Order of Venus."

Faceless voices around the hall chorused.

"Welcome Priestess. Welcome Stranger."

I grabbed my clothes, and attempted to run.

"Stay where you are, as you are, Stranger!" The voice was stern, authoritative, threatening. I looked at my Professor sitting naked on the throne.

"I am the Priestess of the Order of Venus, you shall do as I command."

I froze in fear.

The Priestess spoke again.

"Pleasure has a price"

"Plesure has a price." The chorus echoed.

"Do I hear a price?"

"A carat for the Priestess and a carat for pleasure"

"Two carats for the Priestess and two carats for pleasure."

"Four carats for the Priestess and four carats for pleasure."

Then silence.

"Five carats for the Priestess and five carats for pleasure."

Silence again. The hall began to dim as light after light was switched off, until only there was one light left at the left side of the hall.

"Very well, Sister, you shall have the Stranger, starting next Sunday for five Sundays. You will give me the time and the place before I leave. Stranger, wait for me in the car."

I put on my clothes and hurriedly walked out. My head ached with the rush of thoughts and emotions. I've been used and traded like a commodity. I've been manipulated and treated like a slave. How could this happen to me? I reached the car. I was about to kick the driver's door, when I heard her.

"David, please, don't."

I looked at her. She was fully dressed now.. I never felt so angry, I felt like choking her.

She walked towards me and looked me striaght in the eye.

"Think hard before you do anything, David. You do anything foolish, I could have you killed right here, right now."

She opened the door and switched on the engine. She left her door open. I stood still, staring at her.

"It's all business, David. If you can't understand that now, soon you will. That's what I been teaching you. Do you want to ride, or walk?"

Reluctantly, I moved towards the passenger side, opened the door, and slid in.

"How can you do this to me?"

"What do you mean? Giving you five carats for making a lonely lady happy for five weeks?"

"Auction me like I was a commodity or a slave?"

"You forget your lessons in Economics, David. The higher the demand, the more difficult to secure the supply, the higher the price. The highest buyer gets the supply.."

"I am not a thing. I am a person"

"In economics, there's no difference. X corporation needs a lawyer. Y corporation needs a lawyer too. Lawyer A is looking for a job. First thing he asks, how much is the offer. Y corporation makes the better offer. Lawyer opts for Y."

"That's twisted."

"That's reality, David. What makes you lesser than the lawyer who works for Y corporation, and gets paid for doing all the dirty work, like shading the truth. Lawyer gets handsomely paid and Y corporation's executives rake in profits. Everybody's happy. Making love to a rich lonely lady, who's being cheated by her billionaire husband, making her happy for only five Sundays, is, I think, a more noble, not to say more rewarding, undertaking David."

I remained silent. Questions kept popping up in my mind. I felt like swimming in a sea of doubts and uncertainties.

We reached the gate.

"You can stay the night if you want to, David."

"Thank you, but I promised the chief Librarian I"d wax the floor. I have to wake up early." Actually, I just wanted to be alone.

"You are welcome, anytime David."

She switched off the engine, opened her purse, and handed me a small piece of paper.

"Here's the time, the dates, and the place where you'll meet her."

"What's her name? How does she look? How will I recognize her?"

"I can't tell you the personal details of a Sister. It's against the rules of the Order. Just be there at the exact time and dates.She will be there. She has seen you. She will recognize you. I'm sure you'll like her."

I wondered if I would like her..

"Just another thing, David. Please listen carefully. On the last day, she will give you a five carat diamond. I guarantee its quality. Dishonesty is against our rules. And we play strictly by the rules. That's the way of the Order of Venus. After that, you will not see each other again. That's also part of the rules. Nor shall you be asked to meet any of the Sisters. No commitments, just pure pleasure, David."

She continued.

"Each day you make love to her, represents each word of the Order. Fives days because Venus has five letters. We believe that having enjoyed exquisite pleasures with a man for five days is enough to make one a happy and complete woman."

I stepped out of the car.

"And David, by the code of Omerta shall you live."

I left without saying a word to her.

"The Order of Venus, my foot. It's all economics. The law of supply and demand. The competitor's tricks of added values. The price for exclusivity. The immeasurable joy of possessing something that lasts for the rest of your life: happy, sexually arousing, memories"."

I began to understand.

I walked briskly towards the bus station.

After graduating college, I never saw Professor Dominguez again.

A week after I had resigned from Barnes and Burners, I sold the five carats in the black market. I took up a Master's Degree in Economics in the Philippine State University.and graduated cum laude.

I applied for a teaching position in the Economics Department of Brookside International School, an exclusive college for girls.

Two years later I founded the secret Order of Phallus.

At 31, I became a multi-millionaire, trading diamonds in the black market in the beginning. Two years later, I stepped into the mainstream of the diamond business in Manila.

The summer after my 34th birthday, I resigned from Brookside, chose my successor as High Priest of the Order, and left for Spain, where I planned to learn Spanish and, eventually, to establish a college exclusively for girls.

Maybe, I'll call it "Madrid Institute of Global Economics."###


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