Author's Note: This story is a sequel to "The Program", which traces Tawny's journey from a voluntary sexual submissive in a D/s relationship to a paid, contracted pleasure slave, sold through a multinational conglomerate, called simply "The Company". This is the story of her first six-month service as a Company slave and begins immediately after her sale auction as her first owner, Dave, is claiming his prize. Dave is an unusual "owner" in that his ownership came as a result of his entering a contest, through which he won Tawny's services for a six month period.
This Story has two "alternative" chapters 4 and 8, which contain material unacceptable for posting on Literotica.com. The alternative chapters, appear on the Allextremesex.com page and are accessed through the Erotic Stories "Extreme" link on the Literotica.com site index, stories & pics page. The story is readable with either version of chapters 4 and 8.
Part 7: The Teacher
Tawny entered the door of the ZanziBar and looked around the room hesitantly. It was almost noon and the club didn't open until three in the afternoon. It was a large room, with a low ceiling, so it looked deeper than it was. The lights were dim except for the stage area, which was lit by bright stage lights. There was music blaring out so loud that normal conversation would be difficult. The room seemed empty, except for a girl that was marching up and down the runway under the bright stage lights. She was completely nude and Tawny guessed she was practicing. Tawny took a couple hesitant steps closer to the stage and saw another person seated at a table right at the center of the runway area. As Tawny got closer she saw she was a young woman with beautiful red hair. She was paging through a pad of paper and had a pen in her hand. She looked up now and then at the girl who was performing all sorts of acrobatics on the stage.
Tawny stepped cautiously closer to the woman that formed the one-person audience. Tawny was dressed simply, a white cotton blouse tied off at the midriff, a tight pair of cutoff denim jeans, heels, the same four inch style she wore for Lynne the other night, but they were attached in a normal fashion, not locked to her ankles. Her hair hung raggedly over her shoulders. Under her clothing, she wore nothing but her body jewelry, two platinum rings through her pierced nipples and a matching pair through her clitoral hood and the clit itself. Her tight shorts massaged her clit ring as she walked, giving her a warm, sexy feeling that was all but appropriate as she searched for her sponsor for the coming week, Mistress Lynne.
The light tapping of her heels on the wooden floor near the stage must have alerted the red headed woman, because she turned and saw her when she was still several feet away. Tawny smiled when she looked her way. She was a very attractive looking woman, perhaps in her mid-thirties. Her red hair was short, just to her neck and styled in a business fashion. Her skin was white and there was a speckling of freckles on her arms and at her cleavage, which was very much in evidence since her sleeveless white blouse had a very low neckline. As she swiveled in her chair, Tawny could see her long legs, covered in dark stockings, as they extended from her tight, mid-thigh length skirt. Her legs were thin and shapely and her ample breasts bulged upward against the tight, ribbed knit material of her blouse. She maintained a neutral look as Tawny approached.
"Excuse me, my name is Tawny and I am supposed to meet Lynne here."
Tawny paused and offered her hand, hesitantly. The woman glanced back at the stage quickly and screamed above the music. "Sherry, hon, cut it, she's here!" The woman stood up. She was of medium height, an inch or two shorter than Tawny. She smiled pleasantly at Tawny and the girl on stage, Sherry, broke off her exhausting routine and skipped quickly to the end of the stage. She hopped off the platform and suddenly the volume on the music faded to a soft background beat. "And I am Judy, I am the stage choreographer for the Zabzibar and a friend of Lynne, or shall I say. Mistress Lynne? Isn't that how you have come to know her?" She seemed to ignore Tawny's proffered hand, so Tawny withdrew it, making her feel a bit awkward.
The girl came up behind Judy and stood slightly to the rear and next to her. She was breathing heavily and her naked body was glistening with sweat. She snatched a hand towel off the back of a chair and wiped her face and smiled. She was pretty and young; thin and shapely with small but firm breasts. She looked in excellent shape. She had to be if she did that sort of dancing regularly, Tawny thought. Her body was streaked with white lines that marked the outline of a very brief bikini on a darkly tanned body. She had light blonde hair and deep blue eyes, a perfect Nordic type and her height supported that observation. Tawny guessed six feet, since she was about her own height with the heels on.
The remark about the Mistress title made Tawny feel uncomfortable. She concluded that this woman already knew that she was a submissive then, and Mistress Lynne had evidently already discussed her status with her. Tawny was cautious with her reply, not wanting to be disrespectful, but also not wanting to sound too much like a slave. After all, this was a business establishment in the real world and Tawny had no way of knowing how much this woman was into the scene.
"Yes, I have called her Mistress," retorted Tawny, looking at her suspiciously.
Judy grinned devilishly and glanced at Sherry. She took a step toward Tawny and put her finger under her chin. "I know all about you honey. What a delicious little fucktoy you can be and what a pleaser. I'm a very close friend of Lynne's, so you can call me Mistress Judy."
Tawny wasn't really certain what to do. This was a stranger and she wasn't really supposed to have contact with strangers; at least not in her role as a slave. She wished Mistress Lynne would come in to verify her status. In the meantime, though, she thought she should honor her up to certain limits.
"Yes, Mistress Judy. Do you know where Mistress Lynne is?"
