All Women’s Club

All Woman’s Club


Tina spotted the black purse from almost 100 feet away. She glanced around quickly. The tail of a plane moving past the window held her eye for a moment. She started moving closer to the purse, eyeing the crowd as she did. She stopped, waiting breathlessly, estimating that it would take three long strides to grab the purse and sprint away. Her nerves were tingling. The hair was standing up at the back of her neck. She took a deep breath and started forward. A firm grasp on her wrist stopped her.

“That’s bait, honey and you’re the rat. Check out the crowd,” a female voice said in Tina’s ear. Tina looked at the blonde first, classifying her with one glance. She was mid 30’s, bleached blonde hair, over tanned, with just the right amount of makeup. She seemed to be an over the hill model. Tina turned and looked at the crowd. The woman was right, two men in jogging suits and short hair, one woman with a large purse and tennis shoes, another man in a bad suit coat who looked totally geeky. They were cops for sure.

“Thanks,” Tina mumbled.

“No problem. They are part of an airport sting to catch thieves. You would have been number three for the day.”

“So why’d you stop me?”

“Courtesy.”

“Like hell.”

“I need a favor from you. Actually I’m doing you a favor.”

“I ran away when I was sixteen. Since then anybody who was doing me a favor,” Tina made quotation marks in the air with her fingers, “wanted to get into my pants.”

“Well I’m no exception. How old are you?”

“Eighteen, nearly nineteen. In case you are interest, I just had a miscarriage. The official cause was malnutrition. Now can I go?”

“You look much younger. Are you milking?” the woman stopped and studied Tina breathlessly.

“Yes,” Tina said suspiciously.

“Oh my god,” she gushed suddenly with a big smile. “Then you’ve got to come with me,” the woman said in a gusty voice.

“Like hell,” Tina said sarcastically.

“How would you like to make a thousand dollars?”

“Not the way you want it.”

“Five thousand?”

“No,” Tina said uncertainly.

“Ten thousand for one night’s work. That’s as high as I can go.”

“What the fuck? What do I have to do?” Tina asked. She took a seat on a wooden bench. “One night, I don’t get beat up and I don’t end up in Bagdad?”

“Absolutely not,” the woman laughed. “You would be the guest at a woman’s club.”

“How would you pay me?”

“Cashiers check. It can’t be cancelled.”

“When?”

“Now, if you like. But I’d stick with you until the party.”

“What if I ran?”

“I’m a lawyer. I’d find you.”

“You’re a lawyer!” Tina gasped.

“That’s how I knew about the sting,” the woman laughed. “But that doesn’t change our deal. There are some very important women at this party. Judges, senators, the works. I’m the least of them.”

“Wow,” Tina said, thinking quickly. “Ok,” Tina said, swallowing nervously. Her eyes grew big as the woman handed her the check. She shook it and looked at the bank. The woman helped her open her first bank account.



The five girls were very nice to Tina. They bathed her, gave her a facial, and did her hair until it was just right. None would talk to her when she tried, but they were polite and gentle with her treatment.

“I smell like roses everywhere,” Tina giggled when she saw the woman later. “They gave me a rose smelling bath, douche, and squirted rose water up my ass,” Tina giggled.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” the woman smiled.

“You’re a lesbian?”

“I am today. We all are. Your name tonight is Rose. We don’t want to know your real name, and don’t ask ours. Ok?”

“Sure,” Tina nodded.

“I’ll see you out there,” the woman said before kissing Tina on the lips. “Have fun.”

“I will, I guess,” Tina was remembering the taste of that kiss. She liked it.

“Fifteen minutes,” a woman yelled somewhere. She yelled three more times before she showed up at the door. “Fifteen minutes, people. Get Rose dressed,” she clapped her hands.

Before Tina could move, she found herself sitting on the edge of a hospital bed nude. A scant rose colored leather outfit was brought and Tina was stuffed into it. A close-fitting rose-colored leather hat with eye holes was pulled over her head, making her look like cat woman. She looked down at herself and found one difference. The reddish hair on her pussy was showing. By the feel of the cold air, her pussy and breasts were protruding from the suit.

“Weird,” Tina muttered as she was pushed from the room. She was joined in the hallway by young girls named Orange, Cherry, Lilly, and Chamomile.

Tina was taken to the center of the room. She looked around in shock. The room was decorated for Halloween. Was it really Halloween? She had lost track. Everyone was in costume and wearing masks. Old, young, rich and influential were all milling around, drinking, and tasting snacks. One thing Tina never did get was food. She was starving.

“This is she,” a familiar voice said from behind a black mask. “She’s milking,” the blonde whispered to a very old woman. Tina tried to keep her disgust hidden. She had never been done by a 60-year-old woman before. She kept thinking about the money as both women fondled her.

“You are here, on the swing,” the blonde said, leading Tina to the padded table. There were chains and straps hanging from the ceiling. “Relax, have fun,” the woman whispered.

“I’m afraid,” Tina whispered back, while looking at the room full of strange women.

“I guarantee that when the night’s done you will want to come back next year, but you can’t. This is a one-time deal. So enjoy it while you can. And think about the money, if you are forced to do something disgusting, remember that the money will keep you off the streets for years.”

“Thanks,” Tina said as she was harnessed in the chains and straps. She soon found herself hanging from the ceiling. She was able to support herself with hands and knees, but there was no need. The straps were comfortable.

“This is Rose,” a voice came from behind her. She turned and could barely see a new woman standing behind her.