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.
"This will be nice and private, we won't be disturbed," she whispered to him, teasing, heightening his expectation.
Inside was a large white room. A beautiful king sized bed adorned the centre, soft and inviting. The room was tastefully wallpapered in a cream embossed paper with tiny blue flowers all over it. A large painting of a naked lady adorned one wall while a still life of a kitchen scene was on another. A small coffee table with a vase of fresh flowers and a two-seater couch along with two bedside cabinets were the only other furniture.
"Nice, very nice," he muttered, turning to take in the decoration.
"I thought it might suit your idea of fun," Tabby teased again. "Now you were going to tell me more?" She swept up beside him, her hands resting on his shoulders.
"Yes, I was," he was starting to get lost for words. The mask made it difficult to make out what he was saying, even that close.
"Would you like a shower before we start? Or are we just going to do it?" Tabby decided on the direct route.
"Tell me Jade, what are you wearing under this rather fine dress?" He asked.
"Shall I show you?" Tabby smiled back.
"Please do," he almost begged.
The tall girl stepped back from him and found the zip to the long sheik dress. She was deliberately very slow in releasing it, letting it slip to the floor in a pool of shimmering black material. She stepped out of it to show him her body in the white lace.
"God, you look like a bride. A beautiful sexy bride. Jade, I like to talk real dirty...does that offend you?" He asked politely, mesmerised by the girl standing before him.
"Of course not, I am here to please, remember that," she smiled. "Do you want to take off the masks...we can if you want to."
"No, no, I want to do this like you are," he said. "Just like this."
Tabby grinned. "Ok, so what is next? Come on tell me how you want it, how you want to fuck me." She tried to goad him using his own kind of language.
"Get the thong off, bitch, I want to see your pussy," he ordered, her method seemed to have worked.
She bent low as she removed the lace thong. She had turned so her butt was waving at him and he could see her trimmed pussy between her legs as she stepped out of the fine lace thong. She lifted each stockinged leg in turn to release the thin lace garment from her spike heels, balancing against the end of the bed as she did.
