"I'm really sorry it has to be this way, baby. If there was any way I could bail us out of this, you know I would," I told my wife as I started the car.
"I know you would baby. I'll live, it's not the end of the world," Pamela answered.
For the last couple of months we had been having money problems. My wife, Pamela, had lost her job and we were behind on the rent, plus bills were not getting paid. We thought at the time, that she would get a job again fast and recover so we had taken a chance. Through some shady friends, we got in contact with Mr. Adams, a club owner willing to lend us cash for a few months. The deadline for repaying was last week and we were completely out on our depths.
We had called and asked for some slack, but yesterday he had showed up at our door with a couple of goons, practically knocking the door down. They had given us a last chance at repaying our debt.
"The way I see it, the two of you have no chance of paying me back with the money you are currently making. Isn't that right, John? Since I don't want unnecessary aggression to take place, I'm offering you a deal. If your wife comes to work in my club for some time as a hostess, I let that work as down-payment. It's a classy gentlemen's club. You'll be performing for clients, dancing some occasional intimacy."
"Intimacy?" I asked. "Like people trying to sneak a grab while putting a dollar in her thong?"
"For instance..." he replied with a grin.
I had tried to picture Pamela as hostess, which was probably just a nice name for stripper. She did have a great body, standing 5'8 tall with a great ass, shapely legs, C-cups, blonde hair and full lips. It was just that she insisted on hiding her curves inside baggy shapeless clothes.
"Revealing clothes is not appropriate for a married woman, " she always said when I tried to get her into a tight fitting top or similar. "I don't wear such clothes anymore!"
She used to, back when we were only dating. "Such a sight..." I reminisced.
It was clear the Mr. Adams had seen this potential and we had seen no other option than to accept the offer. She was, after all, only going to be dancing in front of lonely horny men. Mr. Adams had given me his card and told us to come to his club the coming friday.
"First night will be trial, my dear. If you do not live up the expectations, we will have to go back to our original plans for collecting the money, which entails breaking a lot more then your door!"
Trial night was upon us. We parked the car in the parking lot outside the club where my wife was to be performing for the evening. It was still pretty early and there were only a few cars present. We stepped out and started walking towards the front door.
As we approach the front entrance a couple came out. My first though was who would bring his girlfriend to a place like this? It wasn't like she would enjoy the performance. Then again, this wasn't an ordinary couple. The guy was probably about 40 years of age and the woman around 20. He was balled, dressed in a black suit with a light purple shirt underneath. He looked slick and like he owned a small fortune.
The girl was a bombshell, shoulder-length reddish hair, blue eyes with really sexy dark make-up. Her mouth was the kind that cried out for deep kisses, nice full lips with red lipstick on them. She wore a white shirt which was tied around her waist, showing her tanned, flat belly and a pierced bellybutton. The shirt was buttoned down to give a good view of her nice big breasts. Around her hips she wore a short black skirt that was just short enough to cover her ass when she was standing, but when she was moving, it swayed, revealing the lower part of her ass cheeks. At the end of her slender legs she wore high-heeled latex boots.
The thing that caught me about this couple, was that the guy was holding a golden leash that was attached to a gold rimmed, black collar around her neck. I guessed this was some kind of SM couple with some exhibition fantasies. The guy looked at me with a grin, put his hand on her ass under her skirt and squeezed. We returned an uncertain smile and continued towards the entrance.
I opened the door and we stepped inside. There was a small hall with another door at the other end. A brunette with long curled hair wearing a white dress sat behind a small desk. A huge black guy, probably a bouncer, stood to the back of the hall, next to the other door. The girls attire looked more proper than I had expected. Though she was good looking, she didn't look like a stripper. Maybe this wasn't going to be too hard for Pamela after all.
"So, what can I do for you," she said in a seductive voice.
I pulled out my wallet and took out the card Mr. Adams had given my wife the day before.
"Ah, the new girl and the husband," she smiled. "By all means, step inside. Just find yourself a couch inside and enjoy yourself. I'll take care of your wife from here". She took my wife by the hand and led her past the bouncer into the club.
I started to follow them but the bouncer grabbed a hold of my arm. "You better not get jealous on us now, tonight she is not your wife. She is a girl who works here, thats all. If you try any funny business, I'll break your ribs and kick you the hell out of here!".
"I can handle other people watching my wife and get off on it, " I replied briskly.
"Most husbands are fine with the watching. It's the intimacy that follows with it that they normally have problems with." He said with a satisfying smile.
I grabbed my arm back and entered the club. The main room fit more with my expectations of a gentleman's club. There were a number of dark red leather couches spread around a darkly lit room. The couches where U shaped and in their center were tables in polished steel. A pole was standing in the of the tables, going up to the ceiling, probably for more private dancing.
At the center of the room was a stage with one pole on each side. On one of the poles was a girl dancing in the last stages of her strip, she was down to only her thong and her high-heeled silvery shoes. She had nice tan skin, short black hair, and a firm set of breasts. She was holding the pole with one hand, arching backwards and pressing her crotch against the pole, one leg on either side. Her mouth was half open, faking a lustful moan.
At the other end of the room was a bar with a bartender behind it. Around the room, hostesses were moving about, taking orders and carrying drinks back and forth. They were all dressed in short skirts, just barely covering their ass, wearing high-heeled boots or shoes on their curvy legs. They had tops which showed their cleavage and much of their nice stomaches as well. Mr. Adams was right about it when he said this place had only strictly high-class girls. I couldn't see a single one that I didn't instantly want to fuck.
I spotted Pamela being dragged into a corridor at the other end of the room, before they disappeared behind a curtain.
There was no stools at the bar, so I figured I'd sit down in one of the available couches. I picked one in the corner, as I was feeling a bit out of place. I counted about 10 girls in the room and seven guys. It didn't take many seconds after I sat down, before one of the beautiful girls came up to my little corner. She sat down on the table in front of me.
"Hi there handsome, I'm Jamie, Can I get you anything from the bar? There's beer, wine, champagne, a drink menu..."
"I'll just have a beer, thank you."
While I was waiting for my beer, I looked around the room more closely. There was a group of three men which had a stripper on their table, giving the men lap dances. A white leash went from the table up to her neck where it was attached to a white-rimmed collar. Looking around the room at the hostesses, I saw that all of them wore collars of some sort. Black leather collars with white or red lining. Then there was the girl we passed while entering. Her collar was gold-rimmed.
When Jamie returned with my beer, I asked her "How come the guys over there have that girl tied to the table with a white leash? And what's with the collars?"
"They paid for a 15 minute lap dance, the leash signals that she belongs to them for the duration," she smiled at me. "The color on the collar indicates how far we are willing to go. White means she will only do lap dances. Same as me, by the way, " she said, pointing at her white-rimmed collar.
"What about red and gold?" I asked
"That is a bit too intimate for me, I'm afraid. I only work here to get extra cash while studying, so I don't want to be damaged goods afterwards, if you know what I mean," she said with a smile, leaving my table.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I thought. "A lap dance is not intimate enough for you?".
I got a bad feeling. The girl we met at the entrance had to be working here, and they guy had taken her outside. "Could she have been bought? That can't be... Certainly Mr. Adams would have mentioned this..."
The lady that took my wife away came back out and stopped by my table on her way back to the entrance. "Your wife is almost ready. We have found something appropriate for her to wear and she is getting help applying the final make-up now. When she is ready, Mr. Adams will have a quick chat with her about house routines. She should be here in ten-fifteen minutes."
After a long fifteen minutes, the curtain in the corridor was pulled back, and my wife came out. Pamela looked around the room, spotted me and smiled an uncertain smile. She started walking towards me.
This was really unlike the Pamela I had come to know. She had a distinct "I wanna fuck" schoolgirl look, with her blond hair put into two pigtails, which lay on her shoulders. Her eyes wore a dark makeup making bright blue color shine out intensely. Her mouth, bright red with lipgloss, looking dangerously sexy. Her face alone was enough to want to fuck her there and then.
