Victoria took great pleasure in preparing for the club; her pussy tingling and swelling sweetly as she felt the soft black leather on her legs on slipping the tight leggings on. Tonight she would wear a black silk top and black stilettos and carry a short whip which was attached to her shoulder bag; she had chosen not to look too extreme on her first night, despite itching to wear some of the more striking outfits she had acquired, none the less, she looked every inch the confident dominatrix, which she was already becoming quite naturally. She slipped the small black eye mask into her bag and went downstairs to meet the others.
The other two complimented her on her choice, they were also suitably attired; the three adjusted their attitudes as they sipped drinks whilst waiting for the cab to arrive, each oozing dominance and ready to exude their will on worthy subjects. The servants attending them knew the drill for such evenings; they keenly added to the mood by attending in pairs; the maid standing tall and the male-servants on their knees beside them; emphasising the submission of males at all levels. Victoria's heart raced as she waited; tonight would be very special for her, and would be instrumental in confirming her new lifestyle.
Eric had driven to the club in the day, to ensure it was not too isolated and he would have an escape plan if he chickened out. Fortunately, there was another bar across the street and down the road just a little; he chose to dress casually so as not to stick out like a sore thumb at the 'straight' bar, and also not to be too conspicuous as a 'newcomer' to Club Zero, now as he sat in the cab in the darkness as the palms flashed by like ghosts at the wayside, he was more nervous than ever, but he had to make a breakthrough; he so wanted to be the plaything of a stern and commanding woman, he could not shake off his submissive side.
As he paid the cab at the bar across the road and looked nervously in the club's direction, its driver looked at him knowingly and smiled.
"It's only a short walk from here; you'll be OK after a couple of drinks in this bar." He drove off chuckling as Eric went bright red; was he that obvious? The bar was surprisingly well patronised, considering the area was somewhat remote from the main resort. The waiter also smiled knowingly at Eric as he ordered a stiff drink; a chalked sign on the wall tested his knowledge of French at first, but the legend was quite clear 'Cognac at the usual rates, Dutch courage served free'. Eric smiled to himself; this bar was as popular as the café opposite Madam Pompidou's for the very same reason; in a couple of hours it would be half empty, its patrons having stocked up on 'Dutch courage'. He discretely surveyed the people around him, 90% male, and many seemingly equally nervous; some seemed over-relaxed and were probably regulars at both bars, they'd make a grand entrance at Club Zero as though they'd just casually stumbled across it. He felt better already and ordered another drink.
The three women arrived at Club Zero at around 8pm; Victoria's nipples poked through the black silk with excitement as she stepped from the cab and surveyed the stylish looking club. The frontage was tastefully presented in Art Deco style, no huge neon lights or tacky paintwork; she was pleased to see that the interior matched its subtle yet bold exterior. They were greeted by Cherie's housekeeper, Lola who was accompanied by a male who stood timidly by her. She smiled warmly at Victoria.
"How wonderful to see you here! We shall soon find you someone to help lift your spirits and flush away your old life. Having a male to serve your every whim is so invigorating." She took a long draw from the cigarette she was smoking through a six inch holder and turned with a look of contempt to the male who stood meekly by her; he held out his splayed hands and she flicked her ash into them. He accepted it as though it were a gift. She leaned into the women and whispered.
