Tabby waved good-bye as her father sped off in his rental car. She had been pleased to see him, although they had only managed a quick dinner together. He said he was very tired after spending more than a month away from home on the road. He wanted to get an early night so he could make the trip home, over 200miles, early the next day. Tabby thought this was a good idea, her mother would be missing him. Anyway, Tabby had told him, she had to work at the student café that night. So that is where he had dropped the 20-year-old student.
As soon as the car rounded the corner Tabby walked to the phone box outside the café and called a cab, hoping it would arrive soon. Dinner had made her late for her real job that night, but not too late. The cab arrived quickly.
"Moonlight Club please," Tabby asked with some urgency as she got in.
The Moonlight Club was across town. It was a very up market brothel. The girls were all picked for their charm and beauty. Tabby had been working there for over two months and was really enjoying the work. This particular night she was anxious to get to the club as it was the first party night she had attended.
On party nights the men paid large sums of money to stay as long as they wished and have sex with as many of the girls as they wished. The May party was always regarded as the ultimate fun. Everyone wore masks so no one would recognise anyone else and it was a no condom night. This increased the premium paid by the men and thus limited the numbers. There was always a hardcore of men willing to pay the $1,500.00 price tag.
Tabby handed the taxi driver a fifty dollar bill and didn't wait for the change. The driver smiled as the tall brunette shot out of the cab, straight to the side entrance of the club. She hastily punched in her code on the digital lock and stepped into the lit hall.
It took another hour to transform the young student into the sophisticated lady of the night. Her make-up had to be just right; long dark lashes, deep red lips and a smooth satin finish to her skin. There was no time for a shower; perfume and talc would cover her rush to get there. Her long black hair was made up into a French plait with the help of one of the other girls who had slipped away from the party.
Finally her clothes needed to reflect that same sophistication; a long dark dress, very tight fitting with a swirl of silver thread through it to make it shine as she walked. Underneath she wore a little white lace bra that barely concealed her tanned breasts, a matching white lace garter belt and thong. The garter belt held a pair of white lace top stockings up. Finally she slipped her feet into the silver spike heeled, open toed shoes.
The party had been going for a while now, although the paying guests were slow to arrive. When Tabby finally swept into the lounge room she could see Tiffany, a short girl with her hair dyed a brilliant red, sitting with a potential client sharing a glass of wine. Amanda, another brunette was sitting in one of the big red leather chairs with a man leaning forward over her, more interested in the view down the front of her black cocktail dress than any conversation. Leah, the only blonde, was talking with two men and Jacqui was locked together with a man who was French kissing her. Lana, the short Asian girl, was well entangled with a man on one of the couches, his hand up her short skirt, feeling her pussy as they kissed.
Tabby looked around the room, surveying the group. There were a total of seven men. Everyone looked strange in their masks. Tabby was wearing a large butterfly mask that covered most of her face. All the males were given a plastic animal mask to wear, sometimes it muffled their voices so much that it was hard to hear them clearly. Amanda had a star-burst mask and Tiffany a little devil mask. Lana sported a simple 'Lone Ranger' mask and Jacqui a clowns face. Leah wore another simple 'Zorro" type mask.
Having stood for a moment at the entrance from the dressing room Tabby decided to start with something from the bar. There would be more men arriving and it was best to be ready with a drink.
The bar consisted of a table against one wall with some bottles on it. The choice was sparse, but was included in the charge. The girls were allowed two drinks for every hour they worked with a maximum of six. Mrs LaBlanc, the Madam, kept an eye on them, making sure this rule, along with all the others were adhered to.
Tabby didn't get to the bar. A hand came to rest against her sweet rounded butt, another on her bare shoulder across the thin strap of the dress.
"Hello there sexy, what is your name?" The muffled voice of one of the men whispered in her ear. She could feel his breath on her cheek.
"Jade," she said in a sultry tone, using her working name.
"Well Jade, it's nice to meet you," he continued as she turned toward him. He was tall, like her, wearing a foxes mask that muffled his voice. She noticed the wedding ring, they all wore wedding rings.
"Nice to meet you too," Tabby replied, placing a hand on his shoulder, her wide white smile showing through the large black and silver butterfly.
"This is a grand sort of party you have going here," the man said. "I could really get use to this lifestyle."
"So you are a visitor to our Club?" Tabby asked.
"I am," came the response. His hand was slipping up her body from her butt to clasp her slim waist.
"Can I interest you in a drink from our bar?" Tabby asked politely.
"It's like this Jade, honey, I want to have a sweet taste in my mouth, but the taste I'm thinking of doesn't come from a bottle," he laughed, holding her tight to him.
He kissed the tall brunette, quickly on the lips. The fox mask made it difficult, at least the nose did, but still they managed to lock lips for a moment.
"And I suppose a piece of cake wouldn't satisfy that taste either?" Tabby laughed.
"No Jade, it wouldn't," he smiled beneath the fox face.
"So would you like to tell more about those desires in private, or do you prefer the public arena?" Tabby asked her hand resting on his thigh as he pulled her even closer.
"Well, I think we should discuss some of these things in private, don't you Jade?" He said.
"Fine Mr Fox, why don't you just follow this little butterfly," she teased as she slipped from his grasp.
They walked back through the room, where three more men had arrived. The man with Lana now had her skirt up around her waist revealing her pink lace thong to the world, his hand was buried inside it as he kissed her. Leah had settled on one of her men who had undone the ties of the her halter top letting it fall to the floor and expose her bare breasts. Amanda was no where to be seen. This survey was important as it would help Tabby determine where to take her client.
A long brilliant white passage led off the lounge. Off the passage were rows of doors, alternating all the way to the end of the passage. Tabby passed the first three, then at the fourth she stopped and winked at Mr Fox.
