Author's note: All characters in this story are over 18, as stated within the story. Also the Inferno Club is entirely fictional (there is no club of this name in London) and it has no relationship to any similarly named real world organisation.
Paradise Obtained: Chapter 2 -- Delilah
The next morning Ilse and I flew to London. Once again, the ever-helpful Herr Haller had arranged the tickets, first class naturally. It is only an hour and a half flight and we were in central London by midday.
In keeping with my new found wealth, I booked an apartment suite in the Park Lane Hilton, which had bedroom, bathroom and a separate lounge. I had never enjoyed such luxury before and it was tempting to just remain there with Ilse. But I had things to do, so I left my beautiful German concubine there to amuse herself as best she could on her own.
I needed to deal with the financial and legal issues that arose from my suddenly enhanced financial circumstances. This proved less difficult than I expected, as I soon discovered that being seen as 'high net worth' opens all sorts of doors and provides a lot of first-class customer service.
Given that Haller's highly reputable company was the clearly established source of my new wealth and income, and I had the documentation to prove it, I soon had new London and Swiss bank accounts set up. My new credit rating was more than enough to ensure the ability to spend my wealth with ease. Tomorrow I would be free to return to Oxford, resign my role at the University and complete the knowledge transfer to JI Weyer-Kant.
On returning to the Hilton around 6.p.m., I found a bored and frustrated Ilse. True, she was overjoyed to see me, but I realised I had been a little cruel in leaving her alone for hours. My programming had installed a very high sex drive in her, not quite a nymphomaniac but not far off, and then I had just abandoned her. As a result, she had spent much of the afternoon in a highly frustrated and horny state.
I realised that I urgently needed to expand my harem so the girls could have sex with each other when I was otherwise engaged -- or, perhaps, simply too exhausted. Meantime, I felt the need to make it up to Ilse.
"Come on," I said, "let's have an early meal in a restaurant somewhere and then I will take you to a nightclub. We will see if we can find a sexy babe and both get laid."
Ilse was thrilled and excited by this agenda, especially the suggestion of her first experience of lesbian sex. For my part, I regarded this as the minimum outcome. I had hopes that I might find a suitable recruit to be my second sex-slave.
A little judicious searching on the internet located a likely venue -- the Inferno Club. Their website made it clear that 'adult' entertainment was their speciality, which sounded promising for the kind of evening I envisaged. I also found a nearby Thai restaurant and booked us in. A short taxi journey across town later, and within an hour we were eating our meal. The Inferno Club was just five minutes' walk away.
Just as we were finishing, I received a text on my phone from Haller. I was to go to Oxford tomorrow and send through the intellectual property. This was no problem, as it was already my intention. Then in two days' time I, together with any associates I had gathered to that point, was to fly to Italy and purchase a villa in Tuscany. We were then to stay there until contacted again.
I knew, of course, that when Haller referred to 'associates', it was code for my harem. This sounded a pleasant enough agenda, and I certainly had no intention of biting the hand that was feeding me. Accordingly, I replied with my acceptance of the instructions.
We finished our meal and I paid, then we walked to the Inferno Club. According to its website it had the reputation of being one of the most exclusive and erotic venues in London. You had to be at least 21 to enter, no raucous teens here, and, naturally enough, all the performers were 18+.
Ilse had dressed in the sexiest outfit she possessed. Admission for her was a nominal fee. The entry charge for me, which once I would have considered extortionate, now seemed trivial. Once inside, a large tip to a waitress secured us one of the best seats in the house, a secluded intimate cubby hole with room for no more than 3 or 4 people, but with an excellent view of the stage.
The entertainment consisted of pole-dancing and stripping. Many of the girls were very attractive and often they were skilled performers and most were both, yet I saw nothing exceptional such as would make we wish to recruit them to my harem. In my view, the majority were going through the motions for the money.
It is fair to say that the rest of the club's cliental seemed happy enough, and Ilse, with her heightened sexuality and new interest in the female form, was hugely excited. Our largely private viewing point meant that she was able to spend much of her time with her short skirt up and her knickers down and either my hand or hers toying with her pussy.
Then the MC took the stage with a flourish, as if about to announce something of great importance. I noticed that the audience also seemed to think something special was coming.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," he announced, "the time has come to introduce the special lady that I know many of you have come to see. Our very own mistress of the Inferno Club. She knows no limits and she doesn't guarantee to respect yours. The one, the only, the sexiest babe in town -- Delilah!"
Delilah strutted on to the stage as if she owned the place, and at that moment she frankly did. Every eye in the house was on her and she was mesmerising to behold, oozing raw sex appeal.
She was wearing a sort of PVC bondage suit in red, yellow and black in keeping with the colours of the Inferno Club. It was revealing, and yet covered everything vital. During her performance she removed not a stitch, nor exposed one extra inch of flesh, and yet was sexier by far than any of the strippers who had preceded her. The exact details of her act I cannot now recall, but the overall impact is seared into my mind.
Delilah was accompanied onto the stage by two handsome and muscular male dancers, one black and one white, and two beautiful and lithe women, one East Asian, the other a blonde. They were also dressed in PVC, but considerably less of it than the star.
Delilah now proceeded to engage in a complex dance routine with them. The five performers moved together in intricate patterns, the effect of which was to persuade the viewers that Delilah was subduing and mastering her four slaves until they could no longer resist her slightest whim.
Somehow the whole audience felt certain that at any minute she would be fucking all four of them on stage, and the reaction of the other dancers -- genuine it seemed to me -- implied they were all wishing she would. Of course, this didn't happen, otherwise the Inferno Club's operating licence would have been forfeit, but the sexual tension and energy being generated in the room was extraordinary.
Delilah seemed to challenge every man in the room with the question, "do you really think you could cope with me?" and every woman with the question, "do you really think you can compete with me?"
In fact, so powerful was her performance, I would guess that even some of the straight women were wondering whether kissing a girl would really be that awful. As for Ilse, she was watching wide eyed, practically drooling with longing. To be honest, I probably was too. But what I was busy thinking was that I must have Delilah in my harem.
When Delilah and her minions were finished, she exited the stage to a storm of applause. I noted that a large number of people of both sexes felt a sudden need to head for the rest rooms, perhaps to relieve their feelings, as one might say. Other couples decided that this was to moment to head off together, often in close embrace.
