The usual declarations: this is a work of fiction. All names, places and actions are from my head and do not represent any real people. All characters are over the age of 18. All my stories are a slow burn, so if you are looking for a quick sex scene or two or three, you might want to look elsewhere. I like to think this story is worth the wait. This is part two, you should read part 1 to make more sense of this story. This part contains a brutal rape and hints of incest, if these ideas offend you please seek a different story. I hope those that continue enjoy this next episode of Allison's journey.
----- Maggie
RECAP
I exited the uber and looked up and down the block. I was a bit taken back by how quiet the neighborhood was considering there was a lesbian sex club. There was no line outside or people gathered on the sidewalk. The only indication that there was a club was small discrete neon sign next to a door. It glowed in red neon against a black background; Lez Affair
Pulling my dress down covering my stocking tops and making sure the top three buttons of my blouse were undone to highlight my breasts, I opened the door and went inside.
CHAPTER 2: THINGS SPIRAL OUT OF CONTROL AND THEN A SURPRISE
I took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly as I felt the door close behind me. I tried to look calm and relaxed as I said hello to the young woman behind the hostess stand. She glanced at my ID and welcomed me to the club.
She said, "this is a private club", adding my name and ID into a computer program and verifying that this was my first visit; then writing my name on a temporary membership badge.
"You are allowed a free visit with this card and others by invitation of a member."
"Please fasten it to your blouse to identify yourself as a quest."
She went over the terms of conduct for first time visitors to the club, but I was so focused on getting past her and into the club itself I vaguely heard the rules.
She handed me a membership brochure, which I did not look at, but placed in my handbag as I was sure this was going to be a one-time visit. I thanked her, attached the badge by its adhesive backing and looked around as I walked towards the bar. The club looked exactly as the pictures on the internet. It was dimly lit, discreet and seemed to cater to women only. The walls were paneled in a dark wood and were polished to a high shine. Several erotic lesbian prints with small lights illuminating them hung on the walls. Low slow music was playing and several well-dressed girl-girl couples were moving around the small dance floor. In one corner opposite the bar was a door that looked like it led to a private office and next to the bar was another door that looked like it led to a bathroom.
I felt that the room gave off a very sensual and suggestive atmosphere, as I made my way across the floor towards the bar. I glanced down making sure the slit in my skirt opened and closed as I walked. As I got closer to the bar, I noticed two women already sitting at one end, both with wearing badges like mine. I felt so nervous, but so excited I could feel myself dripping into my panties as I neared them. In a sudden moment of panic, I headed to the bathroom instead of sitting at the bar.
I opened the wooden door and went in. Staring me in the face on the opposite wall were two toilet stalls and on either side of them were black and white photographs of nude women embracing and kissing. I was transfixed on their nude bodies for a moment and then turned and looked at my own image in the mirror above the row of sinks.
"You can do this," I slowly chanted over and over again trying to slow my breathing and calm myself. Looked at the face staring back at me. I had never worn this much make-up and nver applied it so heavily, but Barbara had insisted and I obeyed Barbara. She said it made me look older and more available, I felt it made me look cheap and common and like a prostitute. I told her it did not make me feel comfortable or attractive, but Barbara insisted it was the look she wanted for me.
I checked the heavy coat of lipstick, put my best smile on my face and hoped to find a woman that thought I was pretty in spite of my make-up. I went back into the club and sat down at the now empty bar, carefully, making sure my skirt was open and my stocking tops were on display as per my instructions. I casually fiddled with the buttons on my blouse. My attempts to seem like I was more experienced at bar hopping was failing miserably, as I nervously looked around and tried to appear calm. Looking around I could see the two newcomers, who had been at the bar, now dancing with each other. I felt another button give way and open on my blouse, but I did not look down. Sure now, that my demi bra and barely covered breasts were now openly displayed.
The pretty barmaid, dressed in a silk top, open to show that she was braless and displaying her full chest walked towards me in just sheer leggings and heels. I was taken aback for a moment as she moved because I could clearly see her shave pussy lips through the thin cloth covering her lower body. I thought she gave me a look of recognition and then changed her mind and just said hello.
"Can I get you a drink?" She asked smiling at me. She had a small name plate on her chest that said her name was Jill, but my eyes were focused on her perky boobs.
"From a distance I thought you were my boss, but it was just your long dark hair," she said as I asked for a white wine.
I pointed to my temporary tag and said this was my first time here. She went off to get my wine. I sat and looked around the room and tried to relax. I tied to slow my breathing and focused my attention on the rows of liquor bottles on display behind the bar. The back wall of the bar was mirrored and lit by low lights. I sat quietly and sipped my wine and surveyed the room. I looked at the couples on the dance floor and at the tables arranged in several groupings around it.
The entire room gave off a mellow and relaxed atmosphere with no loud music or bright lights to detract from conversations. This was a place to enjoy the company of other women that shared a common interest. At several of the tables I could see women chatting and sharing a drink. I could not make out faces, but I blushed as I observed the outlines of one or two couples sharing deep kisses and fondling each other in full view of everyone in the club.
I sat in such a way that my open skirt could be seen by everyone at the tables and anyone who walked into the club. Barbara had told me she wanted me fully on display and sitting where everyone could get a good look at me. I so wished she was here with me to give me support, but her final instructions had been I was to give myself to any woman that approached me. I was so used to following her demands without question, but she was always with me in the past. I was so nervous that my hand was shaking as I brought the slim wine glass to my lips.
I kept looking down to make sure my skirt was pulled back to show my gartered legs and bare skin. I fingered the newest addition to my wardrobe, a black collar surrounding my neck. It was tight and rested just above the gold necklace with the bright green stone that rested between my breasts. The necklace had been a gift from my mom and aunt on my 18th birthday and matched the ones they had gotten on their 18th birthday. They made a pact to never remove them from around their necks. My mom asked me to promise to do the same.
Barbara had been annoyed when I wouldn't remove it when she wanted to place a collar around my throat. I told her that I had made a promise to my mother and aunt. I would wear her collar, but my gold necklace could not be removed. In the end she attached the leather collar around my neck, but said I would be punished when I returned home from the city. She gave me a big smile as she drew the cold leather tight and from the look in her eyes, I was truly afraid of her words. Hanging from the collar were two metal dog tags, the small one proclaimed I was owned by Barbara and the larger had just one word AVAILABLE in large block letters. As she buckled the collar around my throat, she said,
"Might as well advertise, since I won't be there."
I was on my second glass of wine, when the two other newcomers returned from their dancing. They sat down on either side of me. The taller one looked me over, seemingly undressing me with her eyes and read the tag dangling from the collar. She pulled me close by the tag and glanced at my new visitor's badge and said with a laugh,
"Aren't we lucky to find an available slut on our first visit here." I am Arlene, putting her hand on my thigh just above the broad lace top to my stocking and this is my girlfriend Gail, gesturing to the woman sitting behind me.
