Damian and Jezebel walked through the underground tunnel towards the Hell Club. Damian was wearing a black suit and tie. His gold wedding ring and his gold watch were the only things that weren't black on his body. His tanned skin complemented his clothing. Jezebel was wearing a black dress as well. It was low cut and revealed her whole breast except for her nipples. The skirt hugged her hips and the back was scooped low to the edge of her tailbone. Her black high heels were patent leather and the spiked heel tapped against the cobblestone path.
The couple entered the underground parking lot and was escorted to the elevator. The elevator made its way up two floors and stopped on the main floor. Jezebel and Damian grinned as they stepped into their club.
The Hell Club had been around for generations. It was in Damian's family although the location moved every few months. Its purpose was to inflict just enough pain and suffering on the clients to make a lasting impression. The club was attached to their home, but only they and a few others knew that. From the outside you only saw their house, massive and elegant, jutting out from the desert landscape. The black brick walls and tinted windows contrasted with the yellow and orange dirt and sky. If you knew what you were looking for you would see a driveway a few hundred meters down the way and cars that knew where they were going would enter the driveway and almost disappear into the horizon.
The club had three floors. The music was loud and the company was eclectic. You had the rich upper class, dressed in leather and fur. You had the college students, desperate to join the club now as opposed to later. You had the college girls, nervous and scared about having to seduce and force a man for sex before entering the club.
Damian had been running this club longer than he could remember. Jezebel, however, was a new addition. She had been bought and given to Damian for his fortieth birthday. She was the perfect partner in all aspects. She was sexy and beautiful, but also was able to gain the trust of the young college girls. She was conniving and evil and an amazing fuck.
"Ask for the blue drink." Jezebel grinned and Damian growled. The deal at the club was simple. Guys that wanted to join the club were required to force themselves upon a sexy woman. If they did well then they were given a membership. Most guys couldn't handle that and the club was all the better for the unique requirement. Of course, only Henry, the bartender, along with the owners knew that they spiked the drinks with one of two drugs. The first drug was called the red drug. It made both men and women aggressive. It was the easiest way to get the pledges to do what they needed to do. The blue drink was an advanced date rape drug, making the person slow to react.
"Fuck I know." Jezebel licked her husband's nose and watched as he walked off. He had done something evil to her and she was getting pay back. He was going to drug himself and then be seduced by one of the young college girls. Normally neither of them participated in the pledge requirements, but this was an exception. Damian ordered the drink and gulped it down. He glanced over and saw his wife chatting with Dina.
"You get Damian. You're special."
Dina's eyes went wide. She was being asked to seduce the owner of the club. She wasn't special. She was on a scholarship for goodness sake. Jezebel had approached her during their English class. She wanted to be part of this club, but was having second thoughts.
"I can't. He's married."
"Dina if you don't want to be part of this club then go home. You can try again next year. I thought you were stronger than this. Imagine the possibilities of this club. Look up to the second floor. There are rich businessmen who would love a redhead to fuck every night. You can have all that."
Both women glanced up at the second floor. It was reserved for club members only. Once you were a member, you could mingle on all three floors. If you were pledging you could only be on the second floor with an escort. This was Dina's third time at the club and she was dying to meet some of the rich men.
"What if I don't want that?" Dina was being childish. She had her hands on her hips.
