0 comments/ 37489 views/ 4 favorites The Gentleman's Club By: Morgaine LaFay Buried beneath the thick-down comforter , in an deep mahogany antique bed I slept, and somewhere, faraway, a piercing sound grew louder and louder. Groaning I flung the cloaking blanket aside, reaching over, eyes closed, hand waving franticly in the air, making contact with the little malicious box that contained the horrendous screams. With a sigh, I crawled out of bed. Pulling on a terry cloth robe over my long, white chemise. Feet padding down the stairs to get a fresh cup of coffee. Standing before the brewing pot, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Silently praying for the magic-java to finish its job in line. Images flashed into my head like a movie seen pressed on fast-forwarding - faces, voices, the scents of days gone by flooded my mind. "Oh my god!" Eyes flying open. Laughing out loud. Reflections of the previous nights dreams crashed into my mind. I hadn't thought her in years. I was 22 then, living in Oregon. Chuckling. I bartended nights at a local gentlemen's club. The hours were long, but at that age, the money, was indescribable. Dark liquid splashed into my mug, adding a little vanilla cream, I watched as the two fused into one. Walking outside onto my wrap around porch, I curled up on the sea tattered wicker couch , sinking deep into the cushions as I gazed out at the bay. The morning mist kissed the still waters. Coating the paint on the rails of the deck. I can remember that night like it was yesterday. Running a fingernail over my lips, I thought of Natasha. I remember her. Closing my eyes now, calling to the images in my mind of her. I can still see the sharp features of her face. Her smooth dark olive skin. The prominent firm jaw. Full, ripe dark currant stained lips that always held a slight wicked sinister grin. Her eyes heavy, as if she had just awoken, doe eyed, smoky even. Her long straight blond hair pulled up loosely on her head. Sipping at my coffee, I let myself reminisce about her a little more. She stood a little over my 5"4, I remember she was curvy and voluptuous in a way that made both men and women stop to admire her when she past by you. Her full round high breasts, dark protruding nipples, swaying when she danced. The seductive alluring curve of her hips, down to her tiny waist. And those long, long leg. I was running late that day. I pulled my jeep behind the building , grabbed my bag and ran through the back. "Damn it Morgaine- it's 7:45!" A scratchy, smokers voice barked - that could only belong to the club owner, James. Tossing my bag and keys into my locker, I leaned over to place a gentle kiss on the villains cheek, "Hi James." Slamming the locker door shut I spun the lock, and made my way through the kitchen and into the bar. Pouring a cup of stale coffee, I gave myself a few moments to let my eyes adjust to the darkness of the dimly lit room. "Well, Sweet Jesus, look at you." My space behind the bar stood almost three feet above the club landing, I looked down at Natasha. "Hi honey, what can I get for you?" She answered by coming up the stairs and walking behind the bar to me. Holding my hand in hers, she held me at arms length, taking me in. She started at my black harness boots, her eyes traveling up the snug black leather pants that appeared to be painted on, she moved one hand to my bare waist, her eyes straining over the swell of my breasts, where the sheer top crisscrossed. Her finger trailed over my collarbone. She reached up, to tuck loose dark curl of hair behind my ear. She leaned closer. Her warm breath on my neck, "Mmm " she moaned, "Calyx, your wearing the perfume I gave you." "Yeah....thanks, again." My chest constricted, I could barley get my words out. "I like it," she smiled as she pulled away, "on you." I let a throaty laugh pass through my lips, swatting her away. Watching her as she sauntered towards the main stage. I poured a round of drinks for a group of regular groups. Wiping down the bar, I leaning back against the counter and watched Natasha's set. She wore dangerously high spiked black heels, a lacy, sheer, thong and matching demi bra in the color of platinum. Her willowy arms raised above her, one hand snaking along the top of the stage set, guiding her way around. Rolling her hips. Watching me. My G O D. She was dancing for me. My eyes darting around the room. Taking in the clientele. The place was packed. Men in Armani suits, faded Levi's, thermal shirts, and leather boots filled the stage. Seeing to the cocktail waitress , (Cindy), her orders flooded my bar, my eyes never leaving Natasha's...--- never missing a beat. Three margaritas, 2 on the rocks, 1 blended, and one with no salt. Four Rum and Cokes, Three whiskey seven's, Five bottles of Bud, Two draft pulls of Bass, Two shots of Hornito's, And, if you can believe it, A Chi Chi. Laughing out loud to myself, now...what man would order that? Crossing my arms over my chest, mesmerizes by her seductive dance on the main stage. She stood poised in the center stage. Facing me. Head leaned up against the brass pole.. Arching her back a fraction, hands slowly ran up her face, closing her eyes, I watched as she unclasping her hair clip. A sheet of silky tresses tumbled loose covering her breasts. She was bewitching. The men came alive. Bottles of beer being slammed down on the tables in excitement. With one last wink in my direction she turned her attention back to her awaiting audience. Hours past as I saw to my customers and listened to the never ending complaints by the girls. I counted the nights sales as the doorman Dan restocked my bar for Tuesday's shift. A sharp click of the door locks and silence succumbs the main arena of the club. In the back, the girls counted their cash, took off their makeup and costumes while sharing their tales of the night with one another. With slow calculated strides I walked over to the DJ booth, a single malt scotch on the rocks in my hand. I slid a CD in the stereo, Mick Jagger's voice whispered out from the speakers above my head. "Morgaine, " a husky voice called to me. I didn't need to turn around to see who it was. Far below the surface I exhaled a slow, broken breath, just as her hands reached the small of my back. Softly they ran up my back, under my long dark hair, and began to massage the back of my neck. "Your all knotted up" I heard her say. I felt her push my hair over one shoulder as her lips kissed the nape of my neck. My hands started to shake a bit, ice rattling, echoing throughout the booth. She sat down on the stool behind me, pulling me into her lap. Tipping my glass, I tossed back the smooth liquid, a fire burned down my chest, spreading a deep blanket of warmth through my bones. Her hands massaged the top my shoulders, slowly sliding down the front of my shirt, gently cupping my breasts. An involuntary moan escaped my lips. My head fell back, resting on her shoulder. Once again she leaned in , inhaling her scent on me, her lips brushing my neck, her tongue darting out along the sensitive skin just below my ear. Fingers, all ten of them, tapped down my body, tracing the waist band of my leather pants. Nails dipping in. I closed my eyes, all arresting thoughts becoming foggy, trying to summons the words to protest when she gripped my inner thighs with both hands. "Natasha..." I gasped. She gathered my long hair in one hand, gently tugging on it, pulling my head back, closer to hers. Her hand pulling my face closer, her full lips closing over mine, nipping at my bottom lip. Sucking at it. The tip of her tongue skimming the inside of my upper lip. Gently tugging. Caving. I stood up, turning around, straddling her. Wrapping my thighs around her waist, she cupped my ass with her hands, pulling me closer. Pressing my hips down into hers. My hands dived into her long blonde hair, over come with an unknown need. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, swirling it around in a seductive little dance. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" she breathed. "I watch you all night long, every night. Strutting your stuff back there behind your bar, " her words rushed out at me. The door between the bar & the club swung open just then, girls started making there way out into the room. "Mmm...come one, let's go back to my place," she whispered. To Be Continued... The Gentleman's Club Jennifer rose very early. She was tense and excited. As the fourth plaything of The Gentleman she was one of the more junior members of the establishment. Her adoration of the The Gentleman was unbounded. She would do anything, absolutely anything, to ensure his happiness and to be with him as much as she possibly could. Today was a big day for her, the The Gentleman was holding his monthly hearings. Members of the club could come to present grievances and disputes or to report crimes and seek justice. In this private place there was no government presence, no threat of police or prisons and the maintenance of good order depended on the The Gentleman and his wisdom. Jennifer knew that this justice was superior to any other. The Gentleman knew best and his decisions were for the benefit of all. Having been a plaything for only a short time she was still learning the ways of the establishment and she had not previously been present at a hearing. This time, The Gentleman had advised her through his senior plaything that she should perform the duties of table assistant. She knew what these duties were because they had been fully and thoroughly explained by her sister playthings, but carrying them out was new and she was nervous. -o0o- There are not many billionaires in the world. Those that do exist are generally very well known. They try to keep private lives, but that is difficult and they tend to occupy themselves with their huge businesses. Pleasure is taken on private islands, yachts and travelling in private jets. The Gentleman was born to very great wealth and made it larger still by his successful trading on world markets. Being the eldest son of an extremely wealthy man did not bring him to public notice because he never did any public things. When he inherited his fortune and built on it, he had no interest in going to the races, golf or or other pastimes of the well off. He was disinclined to marry because he wanted more than one woman and saw no need to limit himself. The Gentleman did enjoy the company of the powerful and wealthy men who had been around him all his life although he did not want their usual social activities. His solution was to buy the palace of a pre-colonial provincial prince which was set in huge grounds. His host country were only too happy to have an obviously wealthy resident spending money and providing employment. The local government had no interest in interfering in his chosen life. Apart from being his main home, the palace was turned into a very private club. The members were men personally invited by The Gentleman. Each member was able to stay at the club whenever he chose for as long as he chose. In exchange for a very large subscription for each he could also have as many playthings as he wished live at the club. The club is not sullied by democracy. The rules are simple. The club is run as The Gentleman decides. Members may do whatever they choose unless The Gentleman says they may not. Playthings are totally obedient to all members and do absolutely anything required of them by their Master. The only right a plaything has is to leave. Paid staff do whatever is required of them by The Gentleman. If they do not comply with requirements they must leave or be dismissed without notice. -o0o- Jennifer bathed very carefully and applied her scented oils. She put on her white gown without any other clothing and made her way to the room where the hearings are held. It was a very simple arrangement. On a raised dais there was a very large table whose lower part was completely enclosed by a heavy velvet cloth whose only opening was in front of a large chair. The chair was directly in front of a door from the The Gentleman's private quarters so he could enter and be seated immediately. The room was simple. Before the table were two chairs and there were benches against the walls on either side of the room. The main body of the room was completely empty and to the left of the table there was a door to the outside. On the right side was a door to the ushers quarters. On the back wall some ropes were tied to hooks. Jennifer went under the table and checked it out. There was enough room to move around and sit upright. There was a large, comfortable cushion,a water jug and a drinking glass. She took the jug, filled it and returned. There was still at least half an hour before anybody would come to the room. Jennifer placed her jug safely in a corner where she would not disturb it and emerged to the room to have a look round. The ropes, she noticed passed through three pulleys fixed to the ceiling and hooks which were now high up, but could clearly be lowered. There was nothing else. The light to the room came from very high windows. Nobody outside would be able to see in. Her mind full of thoughts about what the day might hold, Jennifer returned to the table. She removed her gown, folded it neatly and sat down on the cushion to await The Gentleman and the beginning of the hearing. -o0o- During the half hour or so before the first people entered the room Jennifer visualised her Master. She had been called to his bed only six times during the months of her time at the club. The first, of course, was on the day of the bonding when she had taken his collar. She had been used very thoroughly as was expected, but she had no opportunity on that occasion to show her real love and devotion. After her brief and rather painful penetrations she was taken to her quarters where she felt many pangs of loneliness and separation from her former life as she was apparently ignored for many days. -o0o- Jennifer was a younger daughter of aristocratic parents. In her early years she had a nanny and was taught at home. Her brother and elder sisters had been sent to famous private schools and gone onto careers, but she had not been seen as academic or entrepreneurial so when the time came she was sent to board at a convent school. After leaving school at sixteen and going to a Swiss finishing school for two years Jennifer returned home where she felt rather lost and ignored. All this changed one weekend when The Gentleman came to stay. Unknown to her (and to her mother actually) Jennifer's father was a member of the club and it was natural for him to host The Gentleman on one of his rare visits to England. The moment she saw him Jennifer was struck by a disturbing attraction that she had never felt before. She had never had a boyfriend and found men of her own age uninteresting. Her only sexual activity had been some kissing and fondling with attractive older girls. This was entirely different. From the moment the chauffeur opened the door of The Gentleman's Rolls Royce her knees weakened at the power and elegance that exuded from him. For the whole weekend Jennifer took every opportunity to be close to her father and The Gentleman; doing little services and making herself as pleasant and attractive as possible. Her attempts to attract attention were successful. Before the weekend ended the two men talked about her and a few months later Jennifer took a private aircraft flight to a new life. -o0o- The second visit to the The Gentleman's bed was a much more complicated and shocking event. Two playthings helped her to bathe and prepare then led her into the bedchamber. All three women were completely naked apart from some small items of jewellery in piercings. Jennifer was placed on her knees close by the great bed. When the door to the dressing room opened the other two women dropped to their knees. The Gentleman entered and Jennifer was unable to completely suppress a gasp. He was such a big, powerful man. Although his stomach was large, as was the case with most prosperous men in their forties, he still had large muscular shoulders and very powerful looking arms. She obviously knew he was a big man, but now he looked even more majestic as he strode in without any clothes. On her bonding day she had seen very little and her encounter was brief. Now she could not take her eyes from the massive, erect penis standing up beneath her Master's great body. Her Master! Yes this amazing man was her Master. She had the privilege to be taken into his establishment and she would serve him. The thought thrilled her and made her tingle. These thoughts were interrupted by The Gentleman grasping Joan by the hair and thrusting his prick into her waiting mouth. Jennifer watched in awe while Joan sucked and licked as best she could as the The Gentleman pulled her head back and forth. All the time her mouth was being probed Joan kept her hands clasped behind her back. As soon as the mouth fucking began, Sue moved on her knees behind the The Gentleman. She spread his buttocks and extended her tongue to lick his ass. Immediately the warm tongue touched his body the The Gentleman reached behind him and pushed Sue's face hard into his ass. With the hair of each woman twirled round his fingers he worked their heads as he chose to maximise his pleasure. Jennifer knew almost nothing about sex. The only males she had ever seen without clothes were her small brothers whose tiny willies had nothing in common with the great shaft of The Gentleman. She had a basic understanding that her Master would put his penis in her vagina and that her babies would be born through it, but now her head was swimming with confusion. These playthings were being used in a way that she could never have imagined. When would her turn come and what was going to happen? As she watched the huge prick plunging in and out of Joan's mouth she was getting stronger and stronger tingling between her legs. She desperately wanted to kiss her husband. From the moment of her commitment she had dreamed of him kissing her on the lips. She still desperately wanted that, but so many more possibilities crowded her brain. Just as Jennifer's hand crept to her pussy The Gentleman pulled the women away from him and turned towards her. She instantly clasped her hands behind her again. "A plaything has many duties and pleasures. Prepare yourself to serve and enjoy. A good plaything has a good life. She who learns fast and well will not need too much correction. Watch and learn well my sweet." He made a gesture to Sue who moved to the bed. She remained kneeling at the side with her face down on the covers. Joan took some lubricant from the bedside table and applied it quickly to Sue's asshole. The Gentleman knelt behind the woman and Joan guided his prick into her slippery ass. With two or three thrusts The Gentleman had penetrated her to the hilt and he was fucking her hard. Joan placed her head on Sue's bottom facing her husband's body. After several minutes of hard ass fucking with Sue moaning in what could have been either pain or ecstasy, The Gentleman withdrew. He placed his big hand on Joan's head and put his dick in her open mouth. Jennifer shivered with the thrill and amazement. Not only was Joan's mouth full of a penis that was straight from the ass of her sister plaything, but he was pushing it deep into her throat. Jennifer's eyes bulged with amazement when she saw Joan's throat stretch and then return to normal as the great prick went in and out. The Gentleman returned to fuck the gaping asshole for a few minutes before returning to Joan's mouth. He then ordered the two women to change places before continuing in the same way. After what seemed to Jennifer to be a very long time the The Gentleman groaned and gripped Sue's head harder. Jennifer squeezed her legs tightly together while she watched the throbbing prick. A trickle of white fluid came from the corner of Sue's mouth although she was swallowing continually. For the first time in her life Jennifer felt the floods of a beautiful orgasm flowing through her body. All this and her Master had not even touched her. When she had finished sucking and licking him clean Sue was allowed to sit up on the bed and Joan sat beside her. The Gentleman pressed a button at the bed head. Within seconds a dark skinned servant woman entered. She hurried to the The Gentleman, bowed her head and knelt before him. Obviously aware of what was required of her she turned her head upward and opened her mouth. The Gentleman emptied his bladder into her in short spurts and she swallowed every drop. When he was finished the woman stood up, bowed her head again and left the room. The Gentleman walked over to Jennifer and raised her to her feet. With one hand he stroked her hair and the other he ran down over her breasts and belly until he felt between her legs. "You are very wet my sweet." "Yes...Errh. Yes." In her confusion Jennifer could not think how to address her Master. "Yes Master" The The Gentleman smiled. "Are you ready for your Master?" "Yes, yes Master. I am ready." He smiled again. "You are not afraid?" "I am ready to learn Master." The Gentleman chuckled. "You see this." He pointed to his soft prick which was greatly reduced in size.. "Can you put it back in working order?" Jennifer looked confused. She didn't know what to do. With gentle pressure on her shoulder he eased her back to her knees. Realising what was required Jennifer nestled her face into her husband's groin. She opened her mouth and took in the soft member. Despite a complete absence of experience, instinct and the display over the last hour guided her well. She sucked and licked and she was soon rewarded with the feeling of her mouth becoming filled. A few times images flashed through her mind of where this prick had been. It had been in the asses of two women and yet all Jennifer could feel was absolute devotion and love. Not only did she know already that she loved her Master completely and totally she also adored his penis. She would worship this thing in every way she could whenever she was given the opportunity. The prick was now rigid and felt hard to her tongue. The Gentleman was holding her head in his strong hands and giving her instruction on when to suck, where to lick. He worked her head back and forth so that the great prick pressed the back of her throat and she gagged, but he didn't push it all the way down as he had with the other two playthings. Jennifer was in rapture. She worked her mouth as hard as she could and begged in her mind for him to ejaculate as he had into Sue. Just then her desires were rewarded. He held her dead still and the prick throbbed. Jennifer had the second orgasm of her life while her mouth was being filled with the sticky liquid which tasted different from anything else. When The Gentleman released her she was shaking and felt like jelly. "Well done my sweet." He disappeared through the door to his dressing room and the two older playthings helped Jennifer back to their quarters. She was bursting with questions. They did not respond too much to her overflowing excitement. They assured her that she had done well and she should be happy that her Master was obviously pleased with her. When she pressed them about the servant woman they said that she didn't matter. She was a paid worker who did not share their commitment so she could be used in this way. It was the right of the The Gentleman to relieve himself however he chose. These women knew what was required of them and they had good food and accommodation. If it were not for The Gentleman they would have nothing like as good a life as they got. Jennifer persisted asking whether she would have to take piss in her mouth. They assured her that she would have to learn many things, but not that. A plaything would not be used for this, it was only for those of no account to be used as toilets. Jennifer was relieved, but she wasn't completely sure that she didn't want to be used in every possible way. She wanted all of her Master and she wanted to serve him completely. Above all she wanted to become the preferred plaything, the plaything who was chosen to be in the Master's company most of the time, the plaything who met his every wish or need. She would like him to get everything from her without having to call on other playthings or even a maid. -o0o- The outside door opened and Jennifer heard some men talking. They would not disturb her and there was no threat to her being seen in her nakedness. Only The Gentleman could approach the table. She already understood that such rules would never be broken. It did mean that proceedings would soon be starting and she readied herself for the arrival of her Master. After a few minutes she heard the click of a door opening and the shuffle of clothing as the people in the room rose to their feet. The Gentleman took his seat, bade everybody good day and instructed them to be seated. As he did so he opened the table curtain to accommodate his legs and reached for Jennifer's head. She nestled her face into the warm groin and licked his balls a little before taking his soft dick in her mouth. The first case was called. He moved Jennifer's head from sucking his balls to taking his now stiff member into her throat. A man was explaining to the The Gentleman that his newly acquired plaything was wayward. On two occasions he had caught her staring at bare chested young men zipping past their yacht on jet skis. When he required her to encourage his erection with her mouth she had refused and the final straw had been when he caught her trying to pass a note to the trader delivering bread. A piece of paper was passed to the The Gentleman. As he read it he worked Jennifer's head more firmly back and forth. She sucked with as much passion and vigour as she felt and could give. Her man would not find her mouth unwilling. The Gentleman gave his ruling. The plaything had lusted after men other than her Master. Her disrespectful behaviour was demeaning to a club member which could lead to honoured members being held in contempt. She should be thankful to her Master for having saved her life of indulgence rather than simply casting her out. However, to punish the lack of fidelity and ensure future behaviour she would receive one hundred lashes to be delivered immediately. Ushers led the girl's Master from the room. His plaything had not played any part in the proceedings. She had not heard what was to happen to her and she would not be told. There was a gap of about ten minutes in which The Gentleman left to relieve himself or take a drink of tea. When he returned his dick was soft again. He rapped his table with a gavel and a woman was walked in by the ushers. She was entirely naked apart from a thick, black hood completely covering her head There was a circular hole in the front through which could be seen her lipstick covered lips Her arms were strapped to a pole stretching them out at shoulder height. The Gentleman pulled his plaything's head onto his prick. The woman's Master was seated again while the ushers tied her breasts firmly with ropes and fixed her ankles wide apart with a spreader bar. One of the ushers pulled the rope tight and tied it at the wall so that she was standing with her heels off the floor. The two ushers picked up a long thin cane each and looked to The Gentleman. He nodded that they should begin. The first stroke on her buttocks was followed by her Master calling out 'one'. The other usher landed a cane stroke on her tits which were strained and darkened in colour due to the suspension. She let out her first scream and her Master called out 'two'. When the ushers had got to twenty strokes the woman was screaming loudly at every stroke and tears could be seen running down her neck below the hood. Her tits and ass were covered in livid stripes which were starting to blend into each other. She was lowered to the floor, her breasts released and then she was hoisted upside down. The beating resumed with the usher behind her caning her spread pussy and the one in front thrashing her belly. Just as the fortieth stroke of the punishment landed on her terribly swollen cunt lips her screams came to a sudden stop. At the very moment the punished woman lost consciousness, The Gentleman thrust his throbbing prick full depth into Jennifer's throat and shot a massive load of cum straight into her stomach. The pulses of a huge orgasm shot through Jennifer as she gulped and gasped to swallow and breathe. The Gentleman's Club The punished plaything was lowered and a bucket of water was thrown over her. The moaning woman was lifted upright and then draped face down over a barrel. Another ten cane strokes were applied to each of her thighs. It was not due to any feelings of mercy that at this point the The Gentleman ordered a break in the punishment. He ordered that the woman be tied to the wall with her arms and legs still fixed to their bars. He cleared the room and called a thirty minute break. The Gentleman walked over to the still moaning woman who could see nothing through the heavy black hood. He put his hand to her vulva. It was fiery hot and he ran his fingers over the swollen welts before pressing three fingers inside her. With his other hand he squeezed and kneaded the swollen breasts. Before leaving he thrust his pussy soaked fingers through the mouth hole and past her smeared lips. "Lick" he commanded. The woman ran her tongue around the unknown fingers, her sobs slowly subsiding and her mind struggling to understand what was happening to her and what might still be to come. The Gentleman returned to his quarters for a light snack. On his return he arranged Jennifer on her back with her face beneath his chair. He removed the cushion to reveal a commode type seat. Raising his clothing he sat his bare ass above her face and Jennifer extended her tongue to his sphincter. He called in the next case. A young widow without any income and unwilling to become a domestic servant had made herself available as a temporary plaything for men of the club who needed such services when their playthings were sick, in child birth or unforthcoming for similar reasons. Today two men petitioned the The Gentleman that she had swindled them by taking the gifts traditionally accorded to a temporary plaything and then failing to provide the full range of club services. Sometimes she declined anything other than use of her vagina and then she did not respond while they did it. Other times she had even avoided them completely and hidden in rooms by herself with an 'engaged' sign on them when she was supposed to come to them. The Gentleman listened carefully to all the details. This woman was manipulative and parasitical. Her failure to honour her commitments was deceitful and damaged the dignity of those men who had obliged her by allowing her to become a temporary plaything. He asked where she was and was advised that she had already been taken to the ushers room to await his decision. The Gentleman called over the senior usher and wrote down some instructions. He thanked the two complainants and told them that the hearing was now suspended for one hour. They were to go to the clubroom and call upon every man who had taken this woman as a temporary plaything. They should present themselves here on the resumption of the hearing to see justice done. On hearing that they were about to close and the The Gentleman would be returning to his quarters Jennifer made an extra special effort thrusting her tongue deep into his ass. When the room was cleared and the The Gentleman rose, her jaw and tongue ached but she was content. o0-0o When Jennifer returned to the room she gave a little gasp as she saw the woman tied to the wall still spread by her bonds. She had quite forgotten that she had been left there. Before taking her place beneath the table she could not resist going to look at the bruised breasts and belly so prominently displayed. Extending her arm from her white gown she was unable to resist touching the swollen cunt lips between the splayed legs. The flesh was hot and moist and the woman moaned from beneath her imprisoning hood. Hearing sounds behind the door in the ushers room Jennifer snapped her mind away and rushed to the table. She slipped off her gown and crawled in, placing her clothing neatly in a corner. She was just in time as the the doors opened. What she could not see now were two ushers carrying in a wooden frame shaped like a vaulting horse. On it was strapped a naked woman wearing a similar black hood to the other prisoner. Her wrists and ankles were in leather cuffs fixed to the legs of the horse. A strap over the small of her back held her torso in place on the wooden top bar which was only two inches wide. Filing into the room from the doors on the other side came fourteen men. They seated themselves on the benches provided before coming again to their feet when the The Gentleman entered. He motioned to everybody to resume their seats and sat down himself. Jennifer immediately moved between his open knees and nestled her face into his groin. The Gentleman gave orders to the chief usher while he slipped his fingers tightly into Jennifer's hair and placed his soft penis in her mouth. The woman at the wall was brought to the centre a few yards away from the horse. She was raised upside down. Two ushers positioned themselves with their canes and her husband stood close to take up the count for her remaining forty strokes. As they readied themselves The Gentleman spoke to the men on the benches. He told them that they had been cheated and demeaned by the woman who now appeared before them like a donkey. Justice demanded that they should receive the services which she had denied them and that was what they would now receive. They would in turn go to her and take her however they chose. In order to allow proceedings to move on in good time he would have two men take her at once although they would more usually be having her singly. For the other woman he instructed that the remaining caning on her buttocks and breasts would be delivered slowly over the next hour. With a final gesture of his hand, the sentences resumed. A sharp stroke of the cane landed on the underside of the suspended woman's tits and two men came forward to the donkey woman. One man raised his loose clothing to show a raging, large hard. He lifted the woman's head by the top of the hood and thrust his prick through the mouth hole. As her mouth was forced open and filled, the woman could be heard to gag and then groan as she felt another prick enter her cunt. After a few minutes of this spit roast action the men changed ends. The first one pumped her cunt a few times before pressing his prick to her asshole. To the sound of another crack of the cane and a scream he pushed the head of his prick past her sphincter. At each stroke of the punishment Jennifer had her head pulled hard onto The Gentleman's stiff dick. The dozen remaining men lined up to make use of the donkey whore prepared themselves by removing their clothes. The ushers encouraged them to come close and no time was lost as one man shot his load down her throat to be followed by another. Her now gaping asshole received preference over her cunt and there was a continuous ass to mouth circuit. As each man shot his load into her and finished, he would return to the side bench and recover his clothing. By the time the final man was reaching his climax into the mouth of the donkey whore the last crack of the cane landed on the blistered buttocks of the other woman. There was no scream. She had lost consciousness for the second time. Both women were removed from their restraints and water was thrown over the cane striped body. The Gentleman removed himself from Jennifer's eager mouth and rearranged his clothing. The cane marks would be completely gone in a couple of weeks and the donkey whore's gaping ass would recover its normal closed and wrinkled state in a few hours, but these women would remember their punishments all their lives. A white gown was thrown over the crying women before both of them were carried out. o0-0o The room quickly cleared and Jennifer put on her own white gown. She emerged from the table as The Gentleman was about to enter his quarters. Her heart leapt with joy as he indicated for her to follow. Inside she quickly stripped and dropped to her knees, head bowed, to await what may be required. He told her to clasp her hands behind her head and it was only then that she noticed he was carrying a cane. It must have been one of those that she had heard thrashing that woman. Her stomach churned and she tingled through her body. Before she could hardly gasp she heard a whistle through the air and a searing pain in both breasts. She was ordered to lower her head to the floor and raise her ass. Two hard strokes of the cane came down on her buttocks.. The next sensation was the cold slap of lube on her asshole and his huge prick was rammed into her bowels. As he fucked her ass The Gentleman fondled the welts on her tits and slapped her striped buttocks. The mixture of pain and excitement combined in Jennifer to produce feelings she had never felt before. As she came close to climax he abruptly withdrew and spun her round. He took her mouth roughly and within seconds shot a thick load into her while Jennifer shuddered in a massive climax. Gathering herself as quickly as she could she swallowed and licked him clean, making sure that she did not spill a drop of the precious seed. As his prick softened The Gentleman drew back towards the bell push. Jennifer saw his need and hesitantly said: "No! Please Master. Please let me." He turned back to her. For a moment she could not be sure whether she had done something very wrong and might be punished or, much worse, rejected. His blank expression softened into a smile. Gripping her hair he put his limp prick back in Jennifer's eager mouth. She licked gently at the tip and very soon a flow of warm salty piss flowed onto her tongue. Although the sensation was completely new to her, Jennifer swallowed. The brackish taste and the feeling of body heat liquid flowing down her throat was not a pleasant thing, but the thrill of the humiliation was overwhelming. She was now everything for her Master. She was his fucktoy, his whipping bitch and now his urinal. Why should he need any other woman? She took his full bladder, kissed and licked his prick clean and thanked her Master before leaving him to his thoughts. The Gentleman's Club I sat in my office watching the wall of monitors that were attached to the security cameras hidden in various locations in the Club. The Club, you ask? Well the Club is a very upscale gentleman's club, actually I guess you might describe it as a strip joint. That is a poor description, but sort of accurate. The Club is a huge 4 story building located in best part of town. It's worth, at last appraisal, about $5,000,000, defiantly not your run of the mill titty bar. I'll describe the building so you have a better idea what it looks like. When a person walks in the double front doors, they enter a bar room. The bar room was once an Irish pub in Ireland (of course) that I bought, dismantled, shipped back here, and reassembled. It is beautiful. It has 150 year old hand carved wood and the entire bar fixtures. There are TV's located all around the room tuned to all the sports channels. There is a grand stair case to the second floor. The staircase splits the bar from the dining room. The dining room serves high end meals that are prepared by a gourmet chief, and served in a very sophisticated decor. There are tables tastefully placed around the room as well as semi-private booths. For the more demanding customers there are small private dining rooms. "Proper Dress" is always required. The meal prices reflect the décor. At the top of the grand stair case are the game rooms. No, these aren't for those types of games, but there are pool tables, dart games, and rows of various video games. There are the ever present TV monitors. Only these sets show more risqué videos. The waitresses up on this floor wear skimpy outfits also, just to add to the eye candy. They make really good tips while only fending off the occasional pat on the butt. The bigger the tip, the longer the "pat." The sexual tension on this floor is a lot higher than the first floor. Now there is the third floor. This floor features nude female dancers and highly paid strippers. There are three stages with continuous dancers in various stages of undress. These women are paid very well. They are not the heavily tattooed, bored dancers usually found in the average titty bar. These ladies are very pleasing to the eye and work very hard to entertain their audience. The crowd usually shows their appreciation by tipping heavily. The girls respond positively by exhibiting their charms completely. Sort of a win-win for both sides. There are the usual private booths for lap dances. The waitresses are topless and wear only a thong and a small apron around their waists. The apron is only so they have pockets to put their tip in. They really don't cover much. There is also a system that allows the room to be divided into one large and one small section. Once or twice a month the room is split and the smaller room becomes a ladies only section with male dancers. This is a very popular night for the ladies. Actually sometimes we use the larger room for ladies night because of the advance reservations. I tried to use the same guys, I regularly use as bouncers, for the women's side, but the "ladies" started trying to get them naked also. I was forced to use a bunch of female body builders as bouncers instead. It was almost a month before my guy bouncers would talk to me again. The fourth floor is private. No customers were allowed up there, all the dressing rooms are up there. There was a large open area used as the men's or women's dressing room with small private rooms for the "featured" dancer. Some of those girls are real "Prima Donnas'" and require their own rooms. "Featured Dancers" are the headliners that month. They are usually up and coming dancers who are very attractive as well as talented. They work the "circuit" consisting of all the big cities and the best clubs. Some might rate their looks as perfect 10's, but I put them closer to an 11. These "girls" cost me 5 figures a month. They were expensive but well worth it because of the business they'd bring in. My next class of "Featured Dancers" are the ladies that are getting a little long in the tooth. They are still attractive but now in their late 30's or early 40's. They are on their way down. These ladies are usually former porn stars who still have name recognition. They work their butts off to entertain the audience. They have no modesty anymore. My bouncers have to keep an eye on them to keep them legal. When they show up in town, they usually had a case or two of the videos they would sell. I let them have the full price for themselves and took no cut of the sales. Hell, I felt sorry for them. I try to keep my business on the up and up. If a customer buys one of the dancers a drink, it is a real drink. I will not allow my customers to be cheated. The customers notice and really appreciated it. The dancers miss the cut that other clubs give them on the sale of drinks, but like the fact the customers didn't hassle them over drinks. Of course every once in a while a dancer gets drunk, but it is funny watching her stumble around trying to strip. I have a few rules that apply to all the staff, NO DRUGS was one of them. If a person got caught using, selling, or carrying, out the door they went. There were no breaks and no "do over". You broke this rule and you were out. The other rule was that the dancers were not allowed to have, husbands, wives, or significant others in the club at any time. There was just too big a chance of jealousy raising its ugly head. Ok, maybe you think I am a bit harsh, but it's my club and my business at stake here. It was a typical Friday night. The evening had been good up until about 1:00 am when it started quieting down. I was looking forward to being able to leave earlier than my normal 3-4 am, when one of the bouncers signaled that there was a problem on the 3rd floor. It seems that one of our "Featured Dancers" and porn star was completely naked and demonstrating how to pick up beer bottles using her (well you know). While local law enforcement was known to look the other way, this was one action they would not allow. I hurried upstairs to put a stop to that action and read the young lady the riot act. Walking into the room, I saw her in a head stand with a beer bottle pointing up. I was really pissed. With two of my larger bouncers following me I yelled, "Get the fuck off my stage bitch." I reached the stage just as she was standing up. I found myself looking into the eyes of my ex-wife and the mother of my two children. She looked at me and smiled, "Hi Tommy, long time no see," Shit, there stood my worst nightmare. +++++++++++++++++++ Brandy looked over the club. As her agent promised it was a very impressive place. She knew that she was on the wrong side of 40 and on her way out of the business. In this business after a certain point, she would only be dancing for tips and turning tricks for the rest of her money. Once a dancer hit that stage in her life, they were soon disease infected drug addicts. Those dancers never saw 50 years old. She got out of the taxi with her baggage and one of the bouncers showed her to the dressing room. She was impressed. It was clean, neat and well lit. Even the bathroom and showers were spotless. Off the shower room she found a small steam room and a hot tub. In another area off the dressing room was a small gym. One of the other dancers explained the rules to her. Since she was drug free and did not have a boy friend she wasn't worried. The girl explained that the locked door off the gym led to the owner's office. Then she added he was a hunk. That comment started a discussion among the other dancers in the dressing room about him. It seems that he was in his early 50's, divorced with two kids, and had not been involved since he caught his wife cheating many years ago. She walked out of his life at that time and never looked back. She abandoned both her children and her husband for a high roller. They guessed that he had never gotten over her. Brandy started doing her dance routines. Four times a night, five if it was very busy. She was the star, it was her job to bring in the customers and keep them in their seats. For that she was being paid $10,000 a month. She had a two month contract with the possibility of a two month extension. She wanted the extra two months. She had called her agent and there was nothing lined up for her. There was no next stop. If nothing showed up, she'd be forced to make some very hard career choices. It was on her first Friday night, that she got a little drunk. She was teasing a bunch of out of town salesmen and they were teasing her right back. It was fun. She felt young and attractive again. She started getting wild. The salesmen started teasing her that they could hold more beer than she could. So she squatted over an empty bottle while completely nude and started teasing them back. One thing led to another and soon she felt the beer bottle enter her as she lowered herself on it. She popped into a head stand with the bottle firmly clutched in her vagina. There she was standing in a three point head stand when she heard a voice yelling at her to get off "his" stage. She thought she recognized the voice. She dropped out of the head stand onto her knees. She turned her head toward the voice and looked directly into her ex's eyes. Her world went black. +++++++++++ Tom watched as his ex-wife fell over. One of the bouncers managed to grab her just before she was about to roll off the stage. They took her up to the dressing room and put her on a couch. She looked strange lying there completely nude with a beer bottle sticking out between her legs. One of the bouncers grabbed the bottle as if to pull it out when Tom stopped him explaining that the bottle might be broken and pulling it out would do her more harm than leaving it in her. They decided to wait 5 minutes to see if 1) she woke up, or 2) blood started appearing around the bottle. At that point they would make up their minds to call 911 or not. As they waited Tom started remembering his past with "Brandy". They had met in high school and became friends. Her real name was Mary and she soon became the love of his life. They graduated and both attended a local two year college. They married shortly after graduation. Five years later there were four of them in the little family. Five years later there were only three left. Tom, a 5 year old daughter and a 3 year old son. Mary had taken off with her boy friend. Tom remembered that day as if it was yesterday. He had come home from work as usual and found Mary sitting at the table a little upset. When he asked, "What's wrong?" "Nothing, it was a bad day at work "was the only reply he got. She went to bed right after dinner that night. He kept the kids entertained until their bedtimes. He didn't want to disturb Mary when she was in one of those moods so he slept on the couch that night. The next morning as he was putting the garbage out by the road for pickup, he found something very distressing tossed in the can, a used early pregnancy test kit. There was no way he could read the results any longer, but he knew he had a vasectomy five years ago so he couldn't have made Mary pregnant. He wondered who did. He took the empty box out of the can and put it in his pocket. Mary was still in bed as he put the kids on the school bus and left for work. He purposely had left the empty box on the kitchen table for her to find when she got up. That night when he got home from work he found the kids at one of the neighbors and Mary gone. Two suitcases were missing along with most of her clothes. He never saw her again. He saw a lawyer the next day and started the divorce, reason Desertion. The divorce took a little longer because they could never find her, but finally he was a single father and a little richer. From what his attorney could determine Mary and her boss took off together. His attorney sued the employer on some technicality and the company settled out of court for a million dollars plus all fees and costs. Tom started his new life a million dollars richer. He noticed a vacant restaurant in a large building in an up and coming part of town. The owner had died and his family just wanted out. Tom was able to buy everything for about $100,000. He spent 1 yr remodeling the structure into it current configuration. When he opened the doors it was uphill from then on. The 1st floor bar and restaurant took off almost immediately. The 3rd floor took a lot longer because he had to go slowly as not to offend anyone. But one day he noticed that it was also paying for itself. His trip down memory lane was interrupted by the arrival of an EMT. Mary had not come to and was being taken to the hospital. Tom sent one of the bouncers along to take care of any questions the hospital might have, and protect himself from liability questions. Tom left about 3:00am. So much for his early night home. On the ride home that morning he wondered if he should tell his kids that their mother was back. His kids were almost grown up. His daughter was a freshman at a local college and his son was a senior in High School. It had been 15 years since their mother left them. There were no calls, birthday cards or letters for them for all those years. He decided not to tell them yet. She had ignored the kids all those years. Why upset them now. +++++++++++ Brandy awoke to the bright lights and noise of the hospital. She remembered dancing on the stage and then hearing her ex yelling. She tried to move in the bed and found her arms and legs restrained. She got scared. A nurse showed up and started talking to her, "The Doctor will be in to explain shortly". A doctor came in and explained that a beer bottle had wedged into her vagina. It seemed that when she passed out she fell and drove the bottle deeper into herself. It tore up her vaginal channel and damaged her cervix. She would be uncomfortable for a couple of weeks but everything should return to normal after that. He asked about her various surgeries. She explained about her breast augmentations (3), tummy tucks (1), face lifts (2), and nose jobs (1). She also explained that she had her vaginal lips trimmed to make them less noticeable when she danced. No hanging meat for her. He asked her if she was on any drugs she said nothing important only aspirin or Midol for her cramps. She thought that she was going through the "change" and it was causing more sever cramping. He then told her she would be in the hospital for two or three weeks while she healed. He wanted her to get some rest and recover for her ordeal. She protested that she had no insurance. He pointed at the bouncer, she had not noticed, sitting in the chair. "The Club is footing the bill for your care." The bouncer just nodded "yes". Mary settled back in her bed and a ray of hope crossed her mind. "Could it be possible her Tommy was actually taking care of her?" she wondered. ++++++++++++++++++ That afternoon after Tom woke up, he stopped by the hospital. His main reason was to send the bouncer home so he could get a little rest and to thank him for his loyalty. The second reason was to get another look at Mary. He remembered her on the stage and was amazed that she looked so good. Her choice of work ate women up and threw them away at an early age. He remembered the publicity picture the agent sent when he selected her. She had looked a little familiar, but he never suspected this. The paperwork said her name was Brandy. He had decided that the club would pay her medical expenses when he found she had no insurance and to maintain her pay. Hell he could afford it and it would make him look like a hero to his other employees. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him. She started to mumble something, but he put one finger on her lips to stop her. He said, "Later, we'll talk. You just get well." He may still hate what she had done to him, but she looked so small and venerable lying in that hospital bed surrounded by machines and monitors. His bitterness faded a little that day. +++++++++++++++++++++ The hospital routine woke Mary up early. As she lay there in her bed she thought about her life. "Boy have I fucked it up, "She thought. She thought about how well her Tommy looked and how he must have succeeded in business. She looked back at her life and cried. She remembered her wedding to Tommy, the wonderful lovemaking that led to the birth of their children. She remembered how it felt to hold those new bundles of life and be a mother. Then she remembered the changes in her attitude. Once they were in school, the boredom of being a housewife started affecting her. She went out and got a job. . Tommy was pissed. He wanted her to be there for the kids, but she wanted a life of her own. Tommy spent more and more time being Mister Mom. She slowly moved apart from her family, spending the extra time with her "work" friends. One of her male co-workers started being overly friendly with her. He told her everything she wanted to hear. She thought he was the greatest. They started an affair. She was finding every excuse to be in his bed. He wasn't a better lover than her Tommy or even better "equipped". It was just exciting being with a different man. She was in her 6th month of the affair when she started felling "funny" feelings. One morning she recognized they were the same feelings she had when she was pregnant. She went out on her lunch hour and bought an early pregnancy test. That night at home, it tested positive. She was devastated. She hid the kit and the results in the garbage. She knew Tommy had a vasectomy at her request after their last child was born. She knew she wasn't having Tommy's baby. She was truly screwed. She walked around in a fog all day. She went to bed right after dinner that night. The next morning she awoke to an empty house. She was pissed. Tommy had let her over sleep and she was late for work. She was going to give him a piece of her mind that night. She was in no mood to tolerate his screw up. When she walked into the kitchen. There was the test kit sitting in the middle of the table along with his wedding ring. Tommy knew she was pregnant. She vomited on the floor. She called her lover and explained their problem. He told her he was on his way to Vegas on a sales trip and he would pick her up in two hours. "Pack a bag, "she was instructed. The two of them spent the next day traveling. When they got to Vegas he checked them into a cheap motel. It was located next to a strip club and she could hear the hookers plying their trade. It was that type of motel. "Tommy and I used to stay in nice hotels," she thought. "I guess those days are over." That night her lover took her to the strip club. As she watched the women get naked on stage and show their stuff, she thought that she could do better than that. She was prettier and her body was better even after giving birth to two children. Her lover kept feeding her drinks all evening. She was really drunk by the time they walked out of the bar. When she got back to the motel room, her lover stripped her and started making love to her. He kept making her cum and cum. It was as if he was two different people with her. She finally passed out from the sensations. The next morning she awoke completely naked lying on the bed. She was alone. She rushed to the bathroom and was sick. She hated being pregnant. After her bout with morning sickness, she looked around the cheap room. The first thing she noticed was that all her lovers stuff was gone. The next thing was her empty wallet lying next to her purse. The Gentleman's Club "That bastard, left me and took all my money," she thought. While she took a shower she cried her heart out. Not only was she abandoned by her lover but she couldn't go home either because of her betrayal of Tommy. That night she walked over to the strip club and started her new career. She needed money to live and dancing was her only quick choice. A month later she discovered she had an STD. Because of the severity of the infection, they took the baby at three months. As she left the doctor's office after the procedure, she realized she could no longer return to her family ever again. She was no longer worthy of their love. She reviewed her affair, her unplanned pregnancy, her desertion of Tommy and the kids, and finally her catching an STD which killed her baby and left her sterile. Not so much that she wanted to go back, but she knew she was unworthy of her little family. She vowed to never contact her family again. Contacting them would only hurt them and she felt that she had hurt them enough. ++++++++++ Sitting in his office at the Club, Tom remembered all the pain that Mary had caused the kids and him over the years. She walked out of their lives 10 years ago. It was tough at first. The kids asked when their mother was coming back for more than 6 months. He held them as they cried themselves to sleep missing their mother. He watched them check the mail for birthday cards that never arrived, they looked under the tree for Christmas presents that were never there. He shared their loss, their sadness. She never tried to communicate with them His heart hardened toward Mary as he watched their kids suffer because they missed their mother thru their formative years. When his daughter was beginning puberty, he got help from one of the mothers of one of his daughter's girlfriends. His daughter was becoming a woman, but didn't want her dad to know. She was too embarrassed. He developed father and daughter things to do, but somehow they never did the kind of things that a mother would do with her daughter. They never developed that special bond. He started dating women with an eye toward supplying his children a surrogate mom. He stopped looking for women to satisfy his sexual needs, but his children's need for a mother. Maybe he tried too hard, but he never found that special woman who would fill in as a mother to his kids. When he went to school events for the kids or to parent teacher conferences, he was always alone. He'd look around at all the happy families and hate his ex just a little bit more every time. "How could a mother make her children hurt so much?" was his nagging question. He watched his children harden over the years toward their mother. They put her out of their lives and out of their hearts. To them she no longer existed. They never mentioned her to any of their friends. If asked, they told people she was dead. I guess in their hearts, she was. Now all these years later, she is lying in a local hospital. He knows that she wants him to stop her future years of loneliness and to reunite her with her children. She wants him to forgive her and end her pin and let her return to their lives. She's still one selfish bitch. "Fuck her!" he thought. "She hurt us too badly". One of the doctors stopped him when he was leaving. They had a long chat. ++++++++++++++++++++++ "Brandy" I guess I should start thinking of myself as Mary again. It's been over 10 years since I used that name. "Mary" was the name of a mother and wife. I liked that sound. I wanted to be Mary again. Soon I would be out of this hospital and returned to a normal life. No more showing my body to crowds of horny men just so I could earn money. No more grabbing hands or probing fingers. Soon I would be back with my man. I would use all the tricks I learned over the years to keep him satisfied. He would never want for another woman again. I'd make sure of that. And my children, I couldn't wait to see them. Tommy had dropped off a recent picture of them. My daughter had grown into a beautiful woman, but I guess all parents think that. I'd teach how to tell good men from bad. I'd explain the importance of sharing her life, and not being stupid as I was. My son was the spitting image of his father. He was tall and handsome. He was a younger version of his dad. He looks like the man I fell in love with so many years ago. I couldn't wait to meet him and hold him in my arms. A nurse wanders in, "Let's start getting packed. You're checking out today, " My heart starts beating like crazy, I must be going home today. But they still keep poking my female parts. I'm sure I'm not 100% yet. But I don't care, I want to go home to my family. They disconnect all my tubes and drains. They help me dress in sweats that Tommy must have provided. I wonder when he'll show up to drive me home. I know that he's at the Club until late every night so he probably won't be here until afternoon when he gets up. So why are they getting me ready so early? An orderly pushes my wheelchair down to the exit. There is a transport van waiting. Tommy thinks of everything. He knew that I would be uncomfortable in his car so he arranged transportation for me. That man is so thoughtful, I wish now that I had never abandoned him. I was so glad to be back and going home again. As I ride in the back of the van, I think about our house. I rehearsed the speeches I would give my children. I weighed how I would tell them about my life after I left them. I had to be careful. I didn't want to hurt them with my actions, especially Tommy. Then I realize we aren't heading for the old neighborhood. How silly of me, Tommy and the kids must have moved to another home. I'll bet it is nicer than the old one. I watched the van pull into a large home. There is a sign in the yard. It says something about a Hospice."Hospice" that's where they send terminal patients to die. There must be some mistake. I try to explain that there must be some mistake I'm supposed to be going home to be with my family. I guess I was starting to get a little loud so they gave me a sedative. I woke up in a bed with both my arms restrained. One of the girls from the Club was sitting by my chair. "Hi, "she said, "I see you're awake now." "Why am I here? There must be some mistake. I'm supposed to be with Tommy and my children." "No dearie, there's no mistake. You have uterine cancer. You are in the final stages, They discovered it when they were removing the beer bottle "she answered. "How long have I got?" I asked. "About six months," she replied softly. "The boss asked me to sit with you until he could get here." She offered. "You know you were a stupid bitch. He loved you with all his heart and you took that love and threw it in the garbage." "He's a really nice guy and still wants to help you through this. If I ever find a man that good, I'll never let him get away, "she retorted. ++++++++++++++++++ About one week after Mary was moved to the hospice. I sat the kids down after dinner and explained their mother was in town and was dying. At first they had a "So what" attitude. But after a discussion amongst the three of us, I won. They would accompany me to the hospice and meet her. They met with their mother the next day. I left them alone with her for about an hour. When I returned they were smiling and talking. Mary told them about their early years. Their first steps, their first words and all those happy things only a mother could share. As we left Mary's room, I could see her smiling threw her tears. My heart softened a bit for her. The kids started stopping weekly to see her. I began to see a softening in their attitude toward her. Mary just glowed after each visit by them. I started stopping every day to see her before I went to the Club. I sat with Mary and discussed everything I could remember about those years she missed in the children's lives. At some point during one of those visits, we started holding hands. One day she just said, "I'm so sorry, Tommy. " Soon they increased her pain medication and she was no longer lucid most of the time. I watched her wither away. I swear she was getting smaller as I watched. One afternoon as I was leaving she opened her eyes and said, "I always loved you, Tommy, goodbye." The next day when I started for her room a nurse stopped me, "She's gone. She went in her sleep last night." I cried. I called the kids after I composed myself. All those years when she was gone, way down in the bottom of my heart I always knew that someday she would return to me and we would share the rest of our lives together. This time I knew she would never return to me. She was gone to me forever. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It had been three months since Mary died. A small urn sits on my office shelf with her ashes in it. I still talk to her. I have a lot to say to her about all those years I missed her and someday I'll be describing our children's weddings and the births of our grand children. I'll never let her stop being a member of my family now that I've got her back. Every once in a while one of my kids stop by my office for something. They always look at the shelf and say, "Hi Mom." When my time comes I'm going to make sure that urn is buried with me in my coffin. I never want to leave her again. The End The Gentlemans Club "That'll be twenty, sir." Andrew reaches into his wallet and pulls out a twenty "Here." "Thank you; enjoy your evening, sir." Andrew opens the door and holds it for his companion as they walk into the club from the lobby. The club is a huge one with a large stage off to the left surrounded by seats, tables & four chair sets for 4 rows broken up with four small stages mixed into the table & chair sets. It's a slow night and only a small portion of the place could be filled with the people present. He steers them towards a set of table and chairs midway along the stage just behind the stage front chairs. The sit down where they can see the stage. He turns to his partner and says "So how is it for openers?" Before his partner can answer one of the four waitresses wandering the place asks for there order. "One martini sour and a long island iced tea" He reply's promptly. "As I was saying thought on it so far?" he asked again after the waitress walked off. Thinking and nervously glancing around his partner was silent for just a moment "Nothing like I expected. I thought it would be darker, dirtier feeling, kind of trashy not so, -classy. It- -oh thanks." She cuts off as the drinks arrive "That was fast." "Thank you ma'am we strive for a pleasant relaxing atmosphere here." Reply's the waitress sensing her customer's awkwardness. Kimberly blushes slightly "You're welcome." And her modest height with ample chest and tight bottom covered by a conservative blouse and skirt shifted in her chair nervously. The attractive waitress in an athletic way, dressed in an elegant navy blue corset with matching g-string, garter, hose, and stiletto heels, bends and whispers to Kimberly "If it helps there are 4 other Women customers sitting right over there." She points subtly to a corner near the bar before walking away. "Not really." Kimberly squeaks mostly to herself before she takes a gulp out of her long island still feeling very out of place and surveys the club. They sit working on there first few drinks watching the stage, the bar, and the other people. After finally building up her courage Kimberly asks "Hon, why are the girls only taking there tops off? I thought the idea was to watch them strip." "Laws require that Clubs can't serve alcohol in full nude clubs." Her tall toned husband answers. "I thought it would be trashier you know guys just grabbing and stuff." "Again Laws or club rules protect the women no touching unless the Dancer Okays it." They sit a bit more, small talking and Andrew catches that Kimberly is ogling the Women more than he is. Trying to act casual he ignored the steadily growing stiffness in his pants. Some time after their fourth drink, Kimberly says "lets go up to the stage." "You can see fine from here." He intones mildly trying not to sound too excited over her interest in the dancers. "How do you tip then?" She toys back seeing his interest and his effort to stay neutral and let her make her own opinions. "You have to go up to the stage but they reserve those for the tippers." "So lets go be tippers it only seems nice they dance there all night and all." Up to the stage front chairs they go and they hand out a couple of ones to the Dancers on their topless number. Kimberly flushed when one took her dollar by pinching her breasts together to grab it giving her a good feel of them. "Did I mention that women get more attention from the Dancers than Men?" "U-uh-h no but I just learned it" She shakily replies. The Dancer That took the bill interestingly leans over to another guy who was signaling to her they whisper for a moment, she then exits the stage and comes out a side door and takes the mans hand and leads them off to a different side door. "What was that about attention?" she teases Andrew. "He must have asked for a private dance." "Ah-ha so I was right at first-" "No he wants her to dance for him alone, which usually means her dancing is on a small low stage right in front of him or a lap dance." "Ohh" Was all Kimberly could say half distractedly. They tip another Dancer or two uneventfully. Then out comes this next dancer, introduced as Amber by the DJ, she was just as tall as Kimberly with a larger rack held in by a purple lace corset and matching g-string running between to smaller but just as firm looking butt checks. Kimberly without realizing mashes her legs together and shifts in her seat a bit. Andrew watches Amber and tips a couple on the first dance. Kimberly during the dance leaned in to the stage to the point she was sitting on the edge of the chair ready to topple over forward. The stage front seats were filling up fast for her so she must have been the headliner Andrew later thought. For the start of her second song she ripped her corset open from the front by what must have been Velcro for how easy it was. The Amber worked the stage and then got down in front of Kimberly and got borderline lewd with rubbing herself for longer than a normal Dancer would have. Without thinking Kimberly shoved several bills into the Amber's g-string a crossed the only place where there was more than a string to it giving Andrew and a few others a good show of Amber's shaven lips. The song ended almost as she did it. Amber gathered up her tips winked at Kimberly and left the stage into the back. Most of the stage front chairs emptied on that cue. Seeming like mere seconds later Amber came out the same side door that another dancer did when she got to give a private dance. Kimberly's face fell to a pout for a moment till she saw that Amber was walking her way with red hot desire in her eyes. Andrew wondered what this could be about he hoped Amber wasn't mad for Kimberly's poor choice of tipping practices. When she got to Kimberly she asked rather bluntly "Want a dance for your man?" "No you're not giving him a dance" "Well How about for you?" "I'm not sure..." "Okay I don't normally go for this but 1 for the both of you together" "I could go for that I suppose" With the agreement Amber grabbed both Andrew and Kimberly and pulled them both through the same side door that they saw used before and into an empty private room. The couple sits down in two chairs next to each other. Amber closes the room's door and starts the music she then begins by dancing for Kimberly rubbing against her spilling her hair a crossed her and then giving Andrew the same treatment. Andrew felt himself go as hard as he had ever been harder than he had been all night watching his Wife Kimberly get all hot and horny without even realizing she was. The first song ended and Amber pulled off her top again. She did it more plainly but it seemed more erotic this time. She slid herself up Kimberly and ground her crotch against Kimberly's leg and grabbed Andrews erect penis and held it ever so slowly rubbing up and down on it while she rubbed this body part and that into various places on Kimberly. Whispering into Kimberly's ear about how hot and turned on everyone looked and how good Kimberly felt to dance on. Just as the song came to an end Kimberly said "I'll have another" "Well then, how about I discount you and charge for 3 songs and give you 4 since you enjoy them so much" purred Amber as she hit play for another song. She immediately groped for Andrew again as she brushed a nipple along Kimberly's mouth which opened automatically for it. The song was shortly thereafter forgotten as Amber nuzzled Kimberly's neck and purred into her ear while Kimberly sucked on the offered nipple. Kimberly must have decided enough was enough and threw all restraint out the door as she latched onto Amber's mouth and kissed her deeply. Kissing seems to be the universal sign to grope because Kimberly began fondling Boobs and rubbing panties at the same moment. Amber's free hand wasn't idle either it had already worked its way up Kimberly's top and unhooked her bra. The kiss was released only so the two girls could more easily pull off Kimberly's clothes and Amber's panties. Almost as if it was planned they both paused a moment and looked at Andrew who sat still in shock of what happened. Andrew took in the wondrous sight of two gorgeous women before him Amber with her very full double D's and small tight butt with shaven tight pussy lips covered by an even all over medium tan topped with a lust filled face of sea green eyes and long flowing reddish-brown hair. Together with his wife Kimberly with her D's and well proportioned firm butt, blonde triangle capped lips with conservative tan lines topped by an equally lusty face with Sapphire blue eyes and long blond tresses. The pause allowed him to take in that alone and back to work on each other they went kissing here licking there massaging somewhere else. Till finally Kimberly pulled Amber down and started to lick at her clit, using her moist tongue to slip between Amber's lips and gently touch her inner sanctum. The moan from Amber convinced Kimberly to drop her private party to Amber's waiting tongue. The muffled pants and moans were intoxicating to Andrew who got up and stripped down to join the fun. He began caressing and licking the four large breasts lying before him. He watches his wife's face as she greedily wriggles her tongue around Amber's pussy sucking on her clit the tiniest bit then licking the entrance to her vagina and back again eliciting moans of pleasure as her breathing goes ragged from getting the same. Amber is moaning gasping to catch her breath as she dives her tongue into Kimberly's passage trying to suck the juices out. Andrew leans in over Ambers Face and licks at Kimberly's pussy with Amber, almost immediately Kimberly spasms and her nectar flows out of her onto Amber's face which Andrew starts to clean off of her. No sooner than Amber tries to lick it up off of Kimberly and start again than she shudders and feeds Kimberly with some of her juices too. As she collected herself, Kimberly got her pussy sucked and licked by both Amber and Andrew at the same time the combined effect was electric and sent her squirming again, and starting to feel wanton and a growing desire to fill herself with her husband. With their immediate urges sated they push Andrew into a chair and both hang their breasts over the armrests as they try to take turns swallowing his well endowed shaft. After only a few minutes Amber goes around to the front of the chair and starts sucking on his balls while Kimberly expertly lubes his manhood. Amber barely gets both balls licked and sucked all over than Andrew stops them and lays them both down. He uses his hands to rub and finger off both of them by rubbing on there clits then wiggling around inside their tunnels of love and going back again it seems to take them each mere moments to cry out in pleasure as another orgasm grips their bodies which he eagerly drinks up. Feeling the time was right Andrew grabs Amber's legs and sets them on his shoulders he then very slowly slides himself into her. "Ohhh Fuck Yeah, your so big, oh hmmm gohhhd, your good." Is all Amber can incoherently mutter out as Andrew begins to pump himself into and out of her pussy. Within moments all she lets go are whimpers of pleasure. Kimberly sits staring at the scene before her and almost gushes on her own so she sits on Amber again, who eagerly begins to suck and lick diving her tongue into Kimberly with a passion as Andrew massages and kneads both girls breasts gently as he kisses his wife. Andrew begins to drive himself harder into Amber the pumping is so strong Kimberly feels like she is getting fucked herself by Amber's tongue in mere moments of pumping both girls spasm and moan through another. Seeing them at it Andrew makes them switch so he can fill his wife with himself he takes her legs and does the same with them as he had Amber. Amber seeing this sits down on Kimberly's face. Amber shudders out a tiny orgasm just watching Andrew slip into Kimberly. Andrew begins pumping greedily and deeply into Kimberly loving the familiar sensation of his wife's insides. The action takes a fast turn as Andrew starts pumping hard and fast into his wife Amber can feel the hard pumps from Kimberly's tongue and moans in orgasm yet again. Suddenly Andrew is stopped by Kimberly "No! Don't; see if our new friend wants it instead. I feel like I ought to share it tonight." "Oh Yes, Yes! I love the feel of a guy pumping it out into me. Please cum inside me; I think it's a waist to leave it anywhere else." Amber spits out before Andrew can react to his wife. "Are you sure it's ok still, dear?" Andrew hesitates. "I'll stand by my offer, go ahead." Kimberly replies sounding more annoyed that he asked than that Amber really did want it, but to blissfully well taken care of to really mind where she wanted it. Reluctantly Andrew pulls out of his wife as Amber as she lays her butt over the chairs' armrest and spreads her legs for him. Quickly he sheathes himself in her for the second time tonight; it seems to take only a few quick deep hard strokes each one emitting a sensual pleasured moan from Amber. Andrew holds himself deep into her and lets his own orgasm go. Amber gasps out another one or two more oh my gods to go with the umpteenth pressing of her pleasure button for the night. Kimberly starts digging her tongue into Amber to get her Husbands cream as soon as he withdraws. Amber being too tired at the moment just spreads her legs farther to let her in better. The sight of Kimberly's ass in the air was enough to give Andrew another hard on; he immediately encased it in Kimberly, the two rocking in time to each other making slight slapping sounds as they go Andrew pumping into Kimberly as she sucked on Amber's passage. Amber turned around and started sucking on Andrew's balls again as Kimberly gave up getting any more of her husband out of Amber. The ball licking did it again, just as Amber got into her licking and sucking them Andrew exploded into Kimberly for his second orgasm of the night. It wasn't nearly the payload Amber got but enough to push Kimberly over the edge yet again tonight. The exhausted couple didn't disengage in fact they both dropped right on top of Amber who quickly scooted out from under them. After a minute or two of stillness everyone recalled where they were and quickly got dressed. Reaching into his pocket Andrew pulled out several bills and handed it to Amber who looked at it strangely. "What's this" she asked "For the dances you didn't finish and your tip for not finishing those dances" he answered "I could hardly take more than what is for the dances." "No please take it we feel bad now that we think about it for this you could get fired." "This is just a fun side job if I get canned I'll just find another club or not do it at all, but I'll do this I'll take it but only as payment for your private dances next time you're here." Looking only slightly disheveled the trio wanders back out to the main bar where the couple finish their drinks and Amber disappears back stage. Disappointed that she left so soon the couple is just about out the door when Amber in a different outfit scampers out to them and hands them several free passes to get in "Leaving so soon? I have one more number for the night left then maybe we can get a drink or something somewhere private." Kimberly quickly agrees to it and leads Andrew back towards the stage and the couple sits down in the chairs they started the night in and waited with eagerness to see what else is to come...