It seemed strange in a way that she had hurried to open the outer door to the club and I walked through, not unlike a king who expected deferential treatment by his subjects. Most of the time I opened doors for ladies, both acquaintances and strangers, but not for this woman. Not for a few others too but none of them were here this night.
The pretty young thing was twenty year old Melissa and she had been with me for just over a month. She sought me out, much to my everlasting delight, and I had spent the last four weeks training her ... as a sex slave. I'd been punching her pussy three, four, sometimes even five times a day. I'd taught her to take anal penetration without any pain and to like the result. She had become a superb blow job artist and I had sucked her tits often enough after a doctor gave her hormone injections that she was lactating and now a great dispenser of warm sweet milk.
But I had been her only lover and now it was time for her to branch out, to show her skills to others. Selectively, of course, only to those I chose. But tonight she was going to impress some people.
The club was private, only for the benefit of member masters and their slaves and guests. It was tucked into a cul de sac so the operation would be inconspicuous. Which was a good thing. If some people saw the way Melissa was dressed tonight, we might have a visit from the police. She was wearing a deep purple velveteen dress with a U-shaped bodice that topped out right under her D-cup breasts which were now swollen to DD-cups, leaving nothing to doubt. Nor did the south end of the garment, because the mini-mini-skirt hem rode right across the apex of the curve of her buttocks so that nothing, front or back, was seriously hidden from sight. Given that the back dipped almost to her waist and there was a big diamond cutout in front below the bodice, the dress left little to the imagination.
Melissa had trembled from the time we entered the limo until we got out at the front door but she did not say anything, did not dare protest my choice of her garments. I knew that other masters would have sex slaves with revealing outfits too but I thought my pretty little bitch-in-heat would be the best looking of the lot.
And the most versatile. Melissa was a contortionist. Not one of those women who could lock her feet behind her head but a true carnival-type contortionist. She could bend her body in ways most people wouldn't even think about, let alone accomplish themselves. Several of her 'formations' involved bending over backwards until she was essentially standing on her hands and face, then doing strange things with the position of her legs, often ending up looking like a human pretzel. And once there, she could hold those positions indefinitely.
That made screwing her an unusual event. One of her favorite positions was laying on her face with her legs perpendicular to her body and her hands holding her ankles, making her look like a pair of eyeglass frames and leaving her pussy wide open. One of my favorites was for her to stand on one leg with the other straight up and her body hugging that leg; I could walk up to her, cock pointed straight ahead and slip it into her pussy and fuck her, sort of like a no-hands masturbation. Although I had four other slaves at the time, I only brought Melissa this night because I wanted her to be my sole attraction for the evening.
Inside I was greeted by three old acquaintances, minor young masters with their sex slaves hovering nearby. The masters seemed to already be into their third or fourth drinks because they were already slurring their words. I greeted them and walked on into the interior, not bothering to introduce Melissa who followed me like a puppy dog.
Once past the crowded bar area, the club opened into an amphitheater-like area, with a modest sized stage at the bottom and the rest of the room rising slowly through a series of narrow steps interspersed with wide steps. The nine wide steps were wide enough for some low tables and lots of cushions which served as seats or beds or whatever the patrons wanted.
I stopped at the opening to the theatre and surveyed the room. The stage was occupied by a tall skinny black man laying naked on his back while four women, two black and two white, licked him from head to toe. The nine wide steps must have been occupied by three dozen masters and mistresses with their various slaves, some relaxing and sipping drinks, others involved in various kinds of sexual activity as the masters or mistresses required. Many of them were engaged in oral acts but no few of them were involved in obvious penetration acts as well.
