Sams Place Ch 02 Of 15

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Evelyn is invited to join a very exclusive club, but she must first be interviewed by the admissions committee and explain why she deserves to be a part of SaM's very exclusive club. The series begins with her first night at the club and then progresses through the stories she tells the committee to prove she is worthy to become a permanent part of SaM's Club.

The stories are better understood if you have read the previous chapters, but each chapter stands more or less on its own.

Chapter two begins the description of the club and is a little more explicit.

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Evelyn stepped into the short hallway behind the security door and found herself in a small lobby with an elevator on the far wall. Sam was waiting at the elevator door.

"Ah, Evelyn, right on time," he said as he punched the up button. The elevator doors opened almost immediately and Evelyn began to step into the car. "Not yet, my dear," said Sam as he held her back from entering the car. "This elevator is for a rather exclusive private restaurant located on the top floor. I own that also, but that is not where we are heading tonight."

Then holding the door open with one hand, Sam stepped slightly into the car and swiped his key on the elevator pass reader. He pressed a button labeled "Street Level" and stepped back out of the car. The doors closed and the panel above the doors indicated that the car was indeed moving upward, but then the doors opened again and a totally different elevator car was revealed. This one was much more elegant and ornate and had padded leather panels rather than the stainless steel of the original car. It also had padded bench seats very much like a booth in a fine restaurant.

"Now," indicated Sam and gestured for Evelyn to enter. He motioned for her to sit down, and again swiped his card in a reader. There were no buttons in this elevator car. The doors closed and Evelyn was slightly startled - and more than a little disoriented - as the car started to move sideways.

"Only a level five member can activate this transport system," explained Sam. "It can be picked up at several different points around town." He seated himself next to Evelyn and continued, "If things work out, you will be given a level one member's pass and directions to the regular member's entrance."

The "elevator car" rumbled along like a subway for several minutes. Evelyn swayed back and forth as they rounded corners or changed elevation. She had no idea how far they had traveled or where they were in the city when the car finally stopped and the doors opened into a luxuriously appointed lobby such as you would find in the best hotels.

"That is the main member's entrance," Sam said, pointing to a set of doorways to his left. "The ride in that elevator is much less entertaining. It only goes up and down." Then pointing to his right he added, "and this is the entrance to my club. Why don't you buzz us in?"

There was a large white button embedded in the granite wall next to the door. Evelyn pressed it and immediately two previously hidden windows on either side of the doorway lit up revealing what looked like two store mannequins completely wrapped with white Christmas lights. Each was blindfolded and appeared to be held in place with a large steel support pole. Their hands were supported by chains which hung from the ceiling of the enclosure.

Evelyn gasped and said, "Oh," as she realized that these were not mannequins but live, naked women, and the steel support pole was in fact impaling them in their ass. Bells hanging from their nipples rang loudly as the women shook and vibrated, in time with the electric current flowing through the flashing Christmas lights. Evidently they were a part of the electrical circuit.

Evelyn held her finger on the button as she smiled and watched the women writhe on their metal poles. "I think they have heard us," laughed Sam as he gently pulled Evelyn's hand away from the button. The door made a slight clicking sound and opened inward. Sam made a bowing gesture with his arm and said, "Welcome to my parlor, said the spider to the fly." He then laughed softly as Evelyn stepped through the doorway.

Inside, SaM's Place looked almost like any other nightclub except that hanging from the ceiling was a track system of some sort which seemed to wind its way through all of the tables and open areas. It reminded Evelyn of pictures she had seen of meat packing plants because it was very much like the kind of track which was used in those places to hang sides of beef and roll them from one area of the plant to another.

A waitress hurried up to them and spoke to Sam. "Your usual visitor's table, Sam?"

Evelyn could see that her impression of the track system was almost right. The waitress's long hair was held high above her head like a circus performer hanging by her hair for a high rope act. The hair seemed to be braided together with a black rope or strap which was attached to a roller mechanism in the track. As the waitress moved, the mechanism rolled in the track above her. There didn't seem to be a great deal of stress on her hair, so evidently it sensed her direction of movement and rolled with her under its own power. She was naked except for a wide leather collar around her neck and a very brief leather thong bikini. She was wearing six-inch stiletto heels which were strapped to her feet with long leather pieces that wound around her calves like a Roman soldier's sandal straps. Her nipples were pierced and from each hung a small, engraved metal tag. On the left nipple was a number - "#157." On the right was a name - "Gloria."

"Please be seated, Miss Fitzpatrick," said Sam in his deep baritone voice. "I have some other business to attend to and will join you later. Please order whatever you wish. Tonight you are strictly my guest." With that Sam bowed slightly and disappeared into the dimness of the club.

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END CHAPTER TWO OF FIFTEEN

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