The Hostess' smile radiated a sort of vulpine cleverness, with teeth so white they were on the verge of inventing a new color for them, called Pristine Truth. He'd heard of her, of course; it was said her beauty was etched onto the mind of every person who entered The Club, and if you were lucky, she forced you to your knees to worship her. He hoped he would be lucky tonight.
"Good evening, and welcome to The Club. May I take your coats?" She said. Her short, black cocktail dress shimmered in the light of the lobby as she reached over the desk. On her black skin, the dress' effect was mesmerizing, so much so that Jeymi had to lightly pinch her friend's bottom to get him to close his mouth.
They handed over their coats, and he took the ticket from the hostess and put it in his breast pocket. She handed them both consent forms, which they glanced over quickly and signed. Lastly, he took out his STD panel and offered it. It was from the last few days and showed he was clean. He was rather proud when they thanked him and handed it back, along with a leash - signifying he'd shown the clean panel and was ready to perform.
Jeymi slipped the leash around his neck and tugged it to lead him inside. It didn't matter that he was in his power suit: tonight he was her's, and he'd do everything within his ability to please her. At the Sub Club, you were a Domme, or you were a toy to be played with. Tonight, he was a toy, one of many to be used however the Dommes wished.
At first, the dim lighting made it difficult to see. Jeymi led him down the hallway more or less blindly, by feel of the wall, until her eyes adjusted to the low light. The effect was intentional though, to ensure he knew he was at her mercy; an old, cheap tactic, but effective. She stopped at a large man who had a literal club in his hands, in addition to the one between his bare legs, but whose arms were crossed, and gigantic. He seemed slightly bored, but immediately perked up when she approached.
"Toy, where's the locker room? We have to get him undressed." She said to the huge man.
He responded, "Yes ma'am, that'll be right down this hallway to your left and down the stairs. There's a little more light that way too so you can see your way down. Have a good night ma'am."
She smiled and thanked him with a single, long acrylic nail on his neck, along the Adam's apple, trailing upward to the chin. He was soft dough in her hands, but she'd get to him later; her sub looked anxious, so she tugged him along down and to the left, like a right-handed man's penis. No reason to upset him this early when people were still getting situated. Tonight was Buffet Night, always a huge hit with the locals and out-of-towners alike. Grandmothers, mothers, and others came to get the good seats well before anyone her age got there, but she would easily go back for seconds or thirds (or way more, if she was honest) after they retired for the evening. She hoped some trans-women were there tonight, to surprise her sub with their desires.
They went down the slightly spiraling stairs and opened the door at the bottom. Jeymi selected a key from the wall, walked to the locker and unlocked it, and put the key in her bra. "Locker 13, sub. Must be your lucky night. Get undressed and put on the outfit in there. I'm waiting, but if you don't hurry, I'm just going to leave you here in the corner."
He jumped to it. Fortunately, or maybe not, there wasn't much to put on. He was super conscious of the fact that he'd be mostly naked in front of a lot of women and men, all of whom would be judging him. But that's what good subs do, he knew from experience: they listened and acted without thought for themselves. Give yourself for the pleasure of another, and give up all control. He was still getting used to the idea, but it wasn't unpleasant. Just unfamiliar.
When he was done, the leather correction collar sat snuggly beneath his chain. The suspenders held up pants that had neither ass nor crotch covering, but somehow still fit tight, showing his well-toned, runners' muscles. They had pockets, he was surprised to find, but quickly realized their purpose when he put his hands in: condoms and dams of various sizes and packaging in one, and little samples of lube in the other. Those would be necessary...he hoped.
"Now, we'll just get you blindfolded and you'll be ready. Sit. Good boy." She took the final piece of the outfit from the locker and tied it tightly around his eyes. She made sure he couldn't see by making little flicks with her fingers near his eyes. He didn't flinch. "I think you're ready to be used, little slut man."
She guided him carefully back up the stairs and down the opposite way from the large man to where the Buffet was being served. There weren't too many subs yet, so she was able to get him a spot that opened up near the middle. "You're gonna move backward until your butt touches a soft, padded piece of wood, and then you're going to lay down on your back. Understand? And we have one rule," she said as she pushed him back onto the table. "You aren't to cum tonight until and unless I say."
"Yes, Mistress." He would definitely try not to, but at least he hadn't actually promised. He doubted she would see it that way, but he'd try his best to hold it in.
She set out a top-hat that she picked up from the entrance, in order to collect tokens. At the end of the night, the sub with the most tokens gets a surprise fucking from the Hostess. He was attractive enough that she thought he could win it, though it looked like there were a lot of pretty men here tonight.
As he lay there waiting, the sounds of sex overtook him. To both sides of him, not two feet away at most, women were riding away. He could hear one woman huskily berating the man she was riding, "You cunt, fucker, little bitch boy, god damnit, eat that pussy", while the other just made loud, wet noises with her labia, "Squish squish squish".
An older woman, probably in her late 60s or early 70s, was the first to approach Jeymi. "Hey love, mind if I take him for a spin?"
