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The Club

By anon y mouse

Julie stepped out of the cab, pulling her jacket tighter against the cold evening wind. Her friend Sarah followed her, paying the twenty dollar tab.

“Well, this is it,” said Sarah cheerfully, flicking a lock of brown hair from her face.

“Are you sure?” asked Julie, looking about nervously. Across the street from where the cab had dropped them off stood a large building, built of plain concrete block. The entire side was broken by only a single door, “It doesn’t look like much of a club.”

Sarah took her hand and led her across the street, Julie taking care not to stumble; she wasn’t used to wearing high heels.

Julie adjusted her clothes as they got closer. She wore a simple white blouse and a dark, knee-length skirt with black stockings, her light brown hair tied neatly behind her.

“I’m not really sure about this,” she said, “Can’t we do this another night?”

“No, we can’t,” said Sarah, reaching for the door handle, “The pass I got you is only for tonight.”

Sarah pulled the door open and led Julie into the dimly lit hallway behind. The walls were painted a dark shade of red. Bare bulbs pointed the way to a battered doorway, thumping bass notes echoed through the hall to the music.

A woman stood at the door, she was tall and muscular, wearing tight black jeans and a t-shirt. Julie felt herself turn red under her stare.

“Good evening Rocky,” Sarah said to the woman.

“Evening Sarah,” she said back, not taking her eyes off of Julie, “Who’s your friend?”

“This is Julie,” she replied, pushing Julie closer, “I’ve got her in tonight.”

“Does Mistress know?”

“Yep”

Rocky nodded, not taking her eyes off Julie. She leant over and opened the door.

“Enjoy the show,” she said with a smile.

***

Julie bit back a gasp as she looked around the room. There was a stage in the centre of the room, with an attached catwalk that led into the back. A nude Asian girl was dancing around the steel pole, a black thong in her teeth. There was a bar stretched out along the right hand wall, a number of women seated, sipping drinks.

Sarah led her to an empty table close to the stage. Julie hung her jacket over the back of the chair, more than a little aware of the people watching her.

A waitress came over to their table. Julie guessed she couldn’t be any older than fifteen. She had long red hair pulled back in a pony tail and wore only a simple white apron that covered her crotch.

“Hey Sarah,” she said with a smile, “What can I get ya?”

Sarah ordered the drinks for both of them, and the waitress left. Julie’s eyes locked onto her exposed ass.

“See,” said Sarah, watching her friend’s gaze, “This place isn’t so bad.”

Julie turned back and stared into the table, “I’m really not sure about this.”

“Relax. Everyone is here for the same reason’s you are.”

As their waitress came back with the drinks, Julie couldn’t help ogling the girl’s firm breasts as she leant over to place them on the table, a much older woman came up to them. Julie had to admit, she was very attractive—; long silver hair tied up in a bow, wearing a black dress that was cut in just the right places.

“So, you must be Julie,” she said, extending her hand, “I’m Mistress.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” said Julie, trying to keep her nervousness out of her voice.

“Sarah tells me this is your first time at a place like this.”

“Y-yeah,” Julie said, “I’m not really sure what to expect.”

“Oh don’t worry,” said Mistress, as lights began to flash on stage, “I’m sure you’ll know what you want by the end of the night.”

Claps and cheers came up from around the club as the first dancer walked on stage; the PA system announcing her as ‘Lioness’.

Julie let out a gasp as she looked at her.