I Am Elite (sample)

Summary: The Elite are a group of people elevated to a status above every other person on the planet. They have complete, total, and absolute sexual authority over everyone else. Their word is law- stronger than law. They sit above both the laws of the common man and the laws of nature. They are tasked with acting on their desires and commanding others to act as they see fit.

This is the story of a man who finds himself newly granted Elite status, how he comes to terms with the power and responsibility, and what he does to change the lives of those around him. It all starts in a restaurant, with a hot waitress under the table.

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I’m just a normal guy. I wake up. I put on my clothes. I go to work. I come home. There’s nothing particularly special about me. Even my car is average - so average that losing it in the parking lot is easier than losing a quarter to a gumball machine. I’m basically the same as you or any other man. Just a guy wandering through life, trying to make sense of it, and trying not to drown in his own worries.

At least, that’s what I was, until the day I became one of The Elite. No one seems to know exactly what the selection process is, but once you’ve been designated, that’s it, you’re in control. Everyone around you has to do exactly what you way when it comes to sex. Even if it’s with people other than yourself. Even if it’s something for them to do long after you’ve left.

But you see, I just didn’t know if this was something I could do, being one of the Elite. I mean, I’d fantasized about it, everyone has, but the responsibility, the weight of it - I didn’t really think about that. You see, I’m in charge of literally everyone I see. I have to make a decision, even if that decision is to just let them go about their own business, but it’s always a decision.

I was really worried about it, but that was before I met Cynthia. She was a waitress at the local greasy spoon. She must have painted her jeans on in the morning. Her tight, little bubble-butt seemed to push the boundaries of physics and her perky tits don’t need a bra, which she wasn’t wearing anyway. She kept her light-brown hair in a ponytail and her pink lips looked as soft as the rest of her alabaster skin.

I knew the minute I walked in, I’d be using my authority as one of The Elite to have my cock up her ass and my hands on her tits. After all, no man with complete sexual authority over everyone would let the chance to fuck her perfect, round, tight bubble-butt pass him by.

So, I ordered my coffee, my waffles, and then showed her my ring. It was a fairly simple design. A titanium ring, fitted to my right ring finger, with a wolf’s head and an Elite ID code embossed on it.

“You- You’re one of The Elite?” she asked.

“Just got my ring yesterday,” I told her. “Haven’t used my new status yet, though.”

“Oh. I guess I can see how it might take some time to adjust. I’ll- I’ll be right back with your order,” she said and walked back to the kitchen.

I could have told her to stay, to get under the table and suck my cock, but I wanted my coffee and waffles. So, it was fine for her to go about her job for the time being.

I looked around the fairly empty restaurant and took note of the rest of the customers. There was a thin girl with thick glasses studying a thick, college level Algebra textbook while drinking her way through an entire pot of coffee, a young man and his girlfriend talking about their plans to go on vacation, and an old man reading the newspaper.

Of course, one other waitress was on duty. Thicker than Cynthia, but not overweight in the least. She had a round, soft face framed by her blonde hair and an even softer body.

Cynthia came out of the kitchen just a few moments later with my plate of waffles, a cup of coffee, and a little basket of sugars and syrups

“Here’s your order, sir. Is there anything else you’d like?” Cynthia asked.

“Not as a customer, but as an Elite, I’d like you to get under the table and start sucking my cock,” I said.

“I- um- I… ye- Yes sir,” she stammered out before slowly getting on her hands and knees.

She crawled under my table, stopped for a moment, then I felt her slender fingers unbuckling my belt, unbuttoning and unzipping my fly, and tugging my pants down. I lifted my weight a little to make it easier for her and in a minute, I was naked from the waist down in a restaurant about to have my dick sucked by a hot waitress.

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