'Ladies' Night'
Author's Note:
I've included the kinks at the start of each chapter so if you don't like it, don't read it. You should however be able to skip to any chapter you want without the need to follow the entire plot. If you happen to be an artist and want to contribute any illustrations based on my stories, PM me! (I'd love to see that...)
Disclaimer:
The following story is fiction and not based on any actual events. I'm just fulfilling my own twisted fantasies. *grins*
Tags:
lezdom, humiliation, spank, exhibitionism
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Every night at The Meat Market was ladies' night.
The club on the edge of town was once a large warehouse but had been converted into the city's premier lesbian bar. Its popularity was no surprise. Featuring great beats, cheap drinks and heavy security, the bar was such an attraction that women drove for miles to get through the door. Best of all, the bar was fully licensed as a strip club and offered half naked girls at all times, from cages above the dance floor to the waitresses serving the drinks. It was a Mecca of female-on-female lust and everyone had the mysterious Prunella Snyde to thank for setting it up.
For her part, Snyde could often be seen in the club, observing through the one-way glass of her VIP suite and sometimes coming out to announce new promotions. On that particular Saturday night, she was rumored to be somewhere in the building.
The limo rolled up to the gate and one of the bouncers opened the door, relaying a message on his headset to inform whoever was on the other end that the car had arrived. Alison stepped out first, looking up at the large industrial building and thinking it always reminded her of an abattoir. Probably how it got its name, she thought.
Behind her, her colleagues emerged, already confused and excited by the chauffeur driven ride and the all expenses paid night out that had so far seen them treated to a magnificent meal at one of the fanciest restaurants in town.
Megan was with them, several weeks into her new role as Chem-Silon's branch manager and already making a positive difference to the quarterly outlook. Dressed elegantly, she walked arm-in-arm with Jennifer, the recently re-employed member of the team who was now an assistant P.A. to Alison herself. Not only had the girl been given a pay rise and a formal apology from the company, she had been assured that Stephanie Coy would not be returning. Jennifer felt much better about the position and unlike her previous experience, was finally getting the respect she had wanted. Megan knew the feeling. They giggled as they stepped out of the limo, curious about their surroundings.
Along with them were Derek and Trent, the mid-level sales and marketing team leaders who had also once suffered the wrath of the former office bitch from hell. Now, with new pay packets and a new boss, they were already feeling better about their lives. All that paled in comparison to the discovery outside the car door.
Looking up at sign above the steel door and along the row of women lining up to get in, Derek put two and two together. "Err...Alison? I think you, er, you've brought us to a lesbian bar."
"Yes, I know," Alison replied chirpily, smoothing her new outfit and walking towards the entrance. The men looked at each other, completely bewildered. Jennifer hesitated too, her apple pie sensibilities leaving her suddenly apprehensive to go inside.
"But, I think what he means," Trent interjected, "is that...er, well, it's a lesbian bar."
"Yeah," Derek continued. "We're not even going to be allowed in...Are we?"
"Of course you are. We're all on the list." Proving her point, the CEO shook hands with the burly bouncer, who then stood aside, holding the door open for them without any delay. "Will you just trust me?"
Still puzzled, the group exchanged silent glances. Finally, Megan tugged Jennifer on the arm and pressed them forward. "Come on, Alison knows what she's doing."
Jennifer nervously went along with her, leaving the boys behind them. Then, with a final look of puzzlement, Derek and Trent turned to the door, realized at the same time that this was probably an opportunity they wouldn't get again and bounded for the entrance.
Inside, their senses were assaulted by flashing lights and a loud rhythmic bass. Alison seemed unfazed by it all and allowed the bouncer to lead them to their booth, reserved just for them. The group slid into the leather seats and Derek and Trent looked over to the dance floor where several attractive women were writhing around in cages suspended from the ceiling and wearing barely anything to cover their hard toned bodies. Megan and Jennifer laughed as they watched their male colleagues' eyes practically pop out of their heads and then high five each other.
The bouncer told them a waitress would be with them in a moment to take their drinks order and then lurched away.
"This is unreal!" Derek said above the noise.
"Nope, it's real alright!" Alison said, eyeing the cocktail menu. "Order whatever you want."
As the team scoured the drinks, their waitress approached. Megan looked up and in seconds, her face dropped in disbelief. Just as Alison had felt two weeks ago, she thought she might need someone to pinch her. She peered closer to make sure she wasn't hallucinating and then nudged Jennifer in the arm.
"Ow! What is..." Jennifer tailed off, seeing the waitress standing by the table.
