Marie was continuing being taken deeper into submission by Michael. He had brought out this side of her since meeting at a party. Her wardrobe was being changed, gone the more conservative clothing, instead she was being dressed in, what previously; she would have considered 'slutty clothes' Giving in, allowing herself too be changed, used, and photographed, and to admit she wanted more! How far would Michael go in changing her?
Marie's best friend sue had got her into black guys and now she had received instructions to take Marie to a private club where, her guy Marcus and Marie's new black lover, Michael were waiting.
Sue had explained to Marie 'It's a place where anything goes. I was supposed to go there, meet Marcus and several of his friends, and 'entertain' them. Have sex, fuck them, you know.'
'And I'm supposed to go as well? Marie had asked her friend.
'Marcus said Michael wants you there, sounds like you are going to be ganged too. Are you ok with it? I can always say I couldn't get hold of you.' Sue had said wondering if this was a step to far for Marie, after all she hadn't been into this for very long. Who could blame her if she wanted to back out now?
'I have nothing to go home for and if I don't go Michael wont like it and it sounds like it might be fun.' Marie replied, thinking to her self if she didn't go Michael would want nothing to do with her and she did love being with him, the sex was so much more than she had ever experienced.
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Marie looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was wearing a tight black mini skirt and a red halter top. Sue was right; she thought the bra doesn't look right, I can see the outline of it. She flipped the top over her head and undid the new front fastening bra she was wearing. Slipping it off and replacing the halter top. The red was a vibrant scarlet, not the sort of thing a lady would wear she remembered thinking as she had tried it on in the shop. But was she a lady any longer?
Again she looked at her reflection and saw that the top now hugged her like a second skin. 'Sue was right, it looks better without a bra' she adjusted the halter straps and the material rubbed against her nipples, at once they were erect, thrusting through the red cloth. As she adjusted it she noticed that her tits were visible, not only at the front but also at the sides. 'I think Michael will like this' she said to herself. She turned her attention to her skirt. She moved her legs and stood in different positions and she thought she could see the outline of her suspender belt and her thong. 'What had Sue said about losing the thong? Something about it not being on that long?' she looked again and decided to remove it. She tried to slide the skirt upwards over her thighs but it was too tight and she finally reached around and unzipped it, sliding it down and stepping out of it. She again looked in the mirror. Her long legs were encased in sheer black nylon. 'Just what Michael likes' she mused and decided to leave them and the suspender belt in place. She slid her fingers in to the string sides of the black thong and slid that down, kicking it off with her foot; it ended up in a tiny heap on the floor. She slipped the skirt back on and adjusted it in the mirror.
She was ready to go, she grabbed the brush from the dressing table and began running it through her shoulder length brunette hair. She noticed her hand was shaking slightly as she did it. She was nervous about going to the club, about what would happen. 'Would Michael really get her gang banged?' Her hands might have been shaking but between her legs she felt a tingle, she knew her body was giving her signals and that it was looking forward to the evening.
"There that's better?" she asked Sue
"You look great, every bit the white slut that Michael wants you to be. What about me?"
Marie looked at her best friend. She was almost wearing a bright red mini dress. The material had a shine to it, looking almost as though it was wet. The top was low cut and showed ample cleavage. The hem line just showing a glimpse of the lace top stockings under it. Sue looked taller than normal; looking down Marie noticed red platform shoes. She had never seen her friend in them before but they did go with the dress. It made her look slutty and Marie wondered if she ought to get some like it, after all that was what she was becoming, wasn't it?
"You look great" she said to her friend, smiling and still looking her up and down. "I like the new shoes as well"
"Thanks, Marcus took me to a fetish shop that specialises in these sort of shoes. He said they help create the woman he wants me to be. I am glad you like them. Maybe you ought to get some too?"
"I was just thinking that" Marie replied laughing.
Sue turned and said "Come on then sexy lets go and see the guys. We can get a taxi just down the road."
The two friends walked out and down the road to the taxi rank. Marie could feel eyes staring at them as they walked. It was quite busy at this time of night, people going for meals or to the pub. As she walked she was aware that her high heels made her bum wiggle and she wasn't too surprised when she heard a guy say 'corrr' as they walked past. "If he only knew where we were going and why, I bet he wouldn't have done that?" she said to Sue.
"Probably not but who cares what others think anyway? I certainly don't. As long as I feel ok then to hell with anyone else's opinion."
"Damn right" was Marie's reply.
They found an empty taxi and gave the address of the club to the driver. Marie noticed he was using his mirror to get a better view of them, so she did something she had never done before. She moved in such away that as she sat on the rear seat her skirt rode up, her stockings clearly visible and she hoped that he liked the view.
The girls looked at one another and then at the eyes in the mirror and they burst out laughing.
The drive to the Coffee and Crème club only took a few minutes. The club was in a side street and the entrance was lit by bright neon lights. The sign outside read: Private Members Only.
Sue went to the door and rang the bell. A section of the door was pulled back and a face appeared. A black face with deep brown eyes stared at the 2 girls, saying nothing but viewing them from head to toe. Sue told the face that they were there to join Marcus and Michael.
Marie heard bolts being undone and the door opened. Stood in front of them was a Big Black man, he had to be at least 6'6" and it was obvious to both the girls that he was a body builder, the muscles were clearly visible. He said "I'm Clyde follow me"
They followed Clyde up some stairs and he took them into the bar. Marie could see a small dance floor in the centre of the room and what appeared to be large settee type seats around the edges. There were several 'couples sat on these seats. She noticed that most of the woman were white like her and Sue but that all of the men were black. Strange rhythmic music played through the sound system and the air was filled with a blue haze which smelt like incense.
"Seems quiet" Marie said to no one in particular.
Clyde said "It's early yet, most people get her around 10pm"
