There was a lineup at the door, as usual.
Trends
was one of the city's hottest clubs, and a long wait was expected on any weekend night. Jack ignored the others behind the burgundy velvet rope, walked right to the head of the line and shook hands with a bouncer he recognized from previous visits. When the man glanced down at the folded bill Jack had left behind, he was suddenly all smiles. Without further ado Jack and Karla were inside.
Just inside the door was a coat check staffed by a pretty, if bored-looking, blonde girl who traded their coats for a claim ticket. The music inside seemed to be almost shaking the walls but here in the foyer of the club it was almost subsonic. That is, until someone opened the door to the dance floor and the sound spilled out like a wave, cut off just as fast when the door shut behind them.
Jack pulled Karla aside by the hallway to the bathrooms and pressed his lips to her ear. His breath was hot against her skin and his voice was as low as the music would allow.
"When we go in there, little one, we're going to separate. I want you to dance with whoever asks you. You are not to say 'no' to anyone. I'm going to be watching you. Toying with you." He emphasised this last point with a long burst of vibration inside her.
Karla moaned low against him and almost sobbed. "Yes, Sir. Please, Sir. . .can I cum, Sir?"
"Cum? Already, little one?" Jack chuckled darkly into her ear. "I have not begun to toy with you yet. You are not to cum until I give you permission. Am I clear?" Jack let the toy go for slow ten count and released the button
"Clear, Sir. Ye-yes Sir," she stuttered. Karla's eyes were shut so tightly tears pressed between her dark lashes. The sudden increase of sound in the foyer meant someone had opened the door and entered the club. By the time Karla opened her eyes and realized it had been Jack, he was gone. She smoothed her dress down against her stomach, very conscious of how wet her inner thighs felt. Steeling herself, she stepped into
Trends'
main room.
The thumping bass that had been more felt than heard outside was omnipresent in the dark club. The rhythmic beat of the music seemed to throb in Karla's bones, and combined with the hypnotic pulsing of the multicoloured lights and strobe, she felt almost a compulsion to move to the music. Her eyes darted left and right, trying to find Jack, even a hint of where he was, but the shifting rainbow of shadows made it impossible.
It wasn't long before a man took her hand and pointed to the centre of the room. Karla started to shake her head on instinct but a sudden throbbing reminder from her unseen watcher changed her mind. She smiled and let the man pull her onto the dance floor.
The crowd pressed in on all sides, pushing them together. Karla moved and spun on the floor, searching the crowd to no avail. As the stranger stepped right to her and put his arms around her the vibrator began to throb in tune to the music. She faltered a step, and half fell into his embrace, her hips bucking hard almost on their own accord. Her breath was a husky pant against his neck.
The stranger smiled at his sudden stroke of luck, unaware of the true source of her arousal. The smell of her sex and desire was sweeter than any perfume she could have worn. Karla felt him growing hard against her as she pressed to him. Then suddenly she realized what she was doing and pushed back from him, biting her lip and keeping him at arms length. He leaned in again as if to kiss her, and she squirmed back out of his embrace. The stranger's face fell, and while she couldn't hear him over the music she was sure he mouthed the word "tease" before he stalked away.
The vibrator was relentless now, driving her closer and closer to the edge of release, to the very edge of reason. She leaned against a column on the side of the dance floor, arms crossed against her chest, her pussy contracting and shifting around the insane dancing toy within.
She staggered off the dance floor almost into the arms of a woman leading her girlfriends the other way. They were smiling, happy, and obviously enjoying more than one drink this evening. The group of women laughed and swept Karla back into the centre of the room. They were younger then her, probably barely old enough to be in the club, but they were pretty, well-dressed and tanned, exactly the type of person the management loved. The "beautiful people" brought the crowds after all. The floor was even more crowded than before and the girls pressed their bodies together, bumping and grinding to the relentless bass as Karla's unseen tormenter again pulsed the toy in time to the music.
Her knees were jell-O by the time the music slowed to the point she could extract herself. She stumbled to the bar for a drink, pushing her way past the crowd. Just as she got to the front , the bartender placed a vodka and 7-up with a twist in front of her. "From the gentleman," he shouted over the music and pointed to the end of the bar. Jack smiled at her across the dimly lit room and toasted her silently with his own drink, the toy quiet for a brief moment as their eyes met. The crowd jostled her aside and by the time Karla got to the end of the bar, Jack was gone, melted back into the crowd. She finished her drink quickly, and laid the empty glass on the tray of a passing waitress.
The alcohol and sexual energy coursing through her left her almost disconnected as she watched the crowd, desperate to see her Master again. The vibrating egg was a constant reminder of his presence even if she couldn't find him.
The next man didn't even ask, just grabbed her arm and spun her against him. The music had shifted to a more Latin beat, and this dark-skinned man clearly knew how to take advantage of it. He pressed her body against his, dark eyes holding hers like a captive animal. Karla knew she was close to losing control, could feel it slipping from her like ice in the sun. The strong male scent of her partner, so achingly close made her grind against him. Gentle pressure of a hand on her back kept her close to him as they moved to the music. Gradually his hand slid down to cup against her ass, and Karla was powerless to stop him. Her body was on autopilot, driven by her invisible puppetmaster.
When she first felt his fingers on the bare skin of her upper thigh, she jumped as if struck. She wormed closer to him, desperate for the contact. Karla pressed to him as he caressed her bared flesh, grinding her pussy against his leg through the velvet skirt. She felt him breathe in sharply as his fingers discovered the hot flow of her need over parted thighs. She was close . . . so close . . . when suddenly her partner was gone.
When Karla's eyes opened, her partner was holding his hands up to ward off blows from a latina in a tight vinyl skirt. The petite, honey-skinned woman was screaming at him in Spanish and striking him with her purse. She turned with a flick of her black hair to Karla, continued her tirade, and raised a hand to slap the woman she had caught with her man.
Jack's hand closed around the latina's wrist from behind. She spun on her heels to face him, but Jack pushed her back and stepped between her and Karla, taking his pet in his arms. Karla sobbed in relief at his appearance, her arms clinging around his waist as if he would vanish if she let go.
Jack quickly led her to the door and steadied her against the wall as he retrieved their coats. Karla kept both of her hands wrapped so tight on Jack's steadying arm that her nails drew tiny drops of blood. Wrapping her coat over her shoulders, he took her back onto the street. Karla's arms slid around his neck, suddenly the only thing holding her up as her knees gave out.
"Please . . . p-p-please Sir . . . th-the t-toy," she whimpered into his ear.
In the fight and their ensuing exodus the remote had been forgotten in Jack's pocket. All that time the vibrator had been buzzing inside Karla. In her already barely under control state, it was taking all of her effort, every fibre of her being not to cum, to remain obedient to her Master.
Jack switched off the toy but is seemed to make no difference. Karla's hips pumped against him wantonly, her voice tiny and strained in his ear. "Please Sir, let me cum, Sir, please, god, please Sir I need to cum, Sir, please."
He looked around, spied an alley and half carried, half pushed her into the darkness. He shoved her back against a rough brick wall and pushed her skirt up to her waist. Jack's hand pressed to her shaven mound and he gasped.Karla's pussy was literally dripping against his hand, the tops of her stockings a sodden mess. Her hips thrust against his exploring fingers, tiny mewls of pleasure from her hoarse throat.
"
PLEASE
, Sir . . . I . . . c-ca-can't hold back," she cried. Her hands were tangled in his hair, trying to force his body against her.
