As I stood in the entrance to the club, my eyes adjusting to the dimness, I heard my name being called from the tables to the left. "Brian, over here." I still couldn't see beyond a few feet but I could follow my ears. She was on me before I saw her, her luscious mouth crushing mine in a hard embrace, followed by her arms and body pasted to mine. I put my hands on her barely covered ass and lifted her into me. Her tongue swished around my teeth and down my throat before she pulled away with a gasp. "I've been waiting forever," she wailed, "and I've already had two drinks." I smelled the vodka on her breath and could taste the tomato juice and Tabasco. After three she lost all control.
"Let's have another, baby," I said, "then we can go in the back.
I'd met this woman in a bar in SoHo a few weeks ago. She had only been in the city a year, she'd said, but she loved it. That wasn't all she loved from the looks of her. She was wearing a little black dress, the uniform of young women out on the town. Hers was littler than most, with extreme cleavage, no back, and so short you wanted to pinch her pussy. Her body filled it up just right, big bosoms, nicely curved ass, and long legs. All topped with a mane of long dark hair that you could get lost in. She was wearing that dress tonight, and she'd been instructed to wear no underwear. Tonight I was going to show her what being single in the city was really like, I thought, as I ordered the drinks.
"How was work, baby?" I asked before the drinks came. Gotta make her comfortable, I thought as I reached over and massaged her thigh up to her slit. No panties, as ordered.
"It was a long, long day." She was an editorial assistant at a small publishing house specializing in Goth themes. The job was one of the legacies of being an English major at Ohio State. And maybe it was the cause of her interest in BDSM. "Looking forward to tonight and what we're going to do made it bearable." She had a mixture of anticipation and fear on her face. Her jaw was clenched and her eyes were bright. I massaged her pussy, hoping to relax her.
The drinks came and I knew she soon would do whatever I wanted. I had told her some of what would happen tonight but not about the prolonged public humiliation she would suffer before she got to the enjoyable part, for her, of the evening. Humiliation was what I got off on.
"Drink up, " I said, and sipped on my scotch. She downed her Bloody Mary in a minute. Impressive, I thought. "Want another one?"
She drank her fourth in a short time. Her eyes were beginning to glaze and she lost most of her determined look. But she was focused on what she wanted. "Where's that back room you've been talking about?"
I stood and held out my hand. As she rose, her dress bunched at the waist, exposing her ass to other people. A woman sitting at the next table reached out for her left ass-cheek. Her thumb slid deep into my baby's ass-crack. "Look what I found, darling," the woman said to the man with her.
My baby jumped at her touch then let out a little yelp when the woman's thumb butted up against her sphincter.
"If you don't mind..." I said politely to the woman, an attractive girl with short blond hair who was dressed a little more conservatively than my companion as she looked to be wearing a bra under her little red dress. "We're going in the back room. You can continue what you're doing there, if you wish..." I left the open invitation in my voice.
She looked up at me intently, but slid her hand off my baby's ass. "Maybe I will," she exhaled.
I patted my companion's dress down as far as it would go, which wasn't far. I put my arm around her shoulder and steered her thought the jumble of tables and smoky air toward a big wooden door in the back of the club, thinking all the while of that hand being even further up her ass.
The big man stationed at the door knew me, waving me through while looking approvingly at my woman. "I'm off in a few hours, sir," he said. "If you're still here maybe I can..."
"Of course, George. Just look for me first." We passed through into a large room with ten rows of theater-style seating arranged in a semi-circle around a small stage.
This was the real Club Sin, the part that you wouldn't know of unless you were into bare-ass humiliation. The room was half full but it was still early, about ten. There were more men than woman, which was normal. I did see a few couples through the dimness. I steered my compliant companion to a seat in the first row, right before the brightly lit stage.
"Sit here, baby," I said. I put her in a seat and sat next to her. I pushed a button on my chair arm. Immediately a man came through doors at the back of the stage.
"This the one?"
I nodded my head. The man took my companion's arm. She gasped at the sudden touch. "Come on, honey. You're going to be the center of attention."
"Brian, what's happening?" There was panic in her voice.
"I'll be right here, baby. Go ahead."
She was led onto the small stage and told to stand with her legs slightly apart. She was not restrained. She was not undressed.
"SLUT! You are a SLUT," a deep male voice boomed out of the loudspeaker.
My baby looked around, puzzled. Who was talking, and whom was he talking to. Finally, in a vodka-numbed voice, she whimpered, "Meeeeeee?"
"YES YOU, SLUT. You're the only one with tits hanging out and your ass barely covered, in public. Lift up that dress and show us your cunt."
"I can't." She whispered in a tiny voice.
"YES YOU CAN," the disembodied voice roared, before asking, "a volunteer from the audience."
The blond from before rushed forward.
"Ah, another slut. Lift the first slut's dress slut."
