A Night at the Club

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This is the story of a young woman’s night at a club with her college roommates. It ends up being a night that totally changes her life.

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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.

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When six college girls room together, certain personality types become apparent. There is always the alpha female- or at least one girl who thinks she needs to be in charge of the rest. Dianne is the one whose name is primary on the lease. Everyone else is a flatmate. In addition, she has everyone’s classes and activities on her calendar. And she keeps adding group activities for all six of us… or at least for the five of them.

She is assisted in planning everyone’s life by Shelly, the activities director. Shelly knows everything that is going on in town or on campus and knows what each of us… or all of us… would really like. There isn’t a club in a hundred miles that she doesn’t have complete information on.

There is the ever-faithful follower… in this case, twin followers, Mary and Marcy. The twins are like a double shadow wherever Dianne goes on campus. It is like they draw power from her, and she draws power from them. Or at least she seems to have power over them.

Every group needs a class clown. Margarita- Margi- gets every class giggling at least once each day. She sees the funny side of everything that we do. And she isn’t satisfied unless one of us pees our panties at least once a week from laughing too hard.

And finally there is the dweeb… the little sister that tags along even when everyone keeps telling her to go home… the desperately shy girl who gets kicked around like a dog and keeps coming back for more. … That’s me.

I really don’t belong in this group. I’m not sure how I ended up as a flatmate or why Shelly asked me to room with them. They are way out of my league. But for some reason they invited me to join them and for some reason they keep me around.

Actually, I think they keep me around primarily to cook, clean, and do their laundry. I don’t complain, though, because even if I am the lowest in the group, I am still a member of one of the most elite cliques on campus. Besides, I could never afford to pay my share of the expenses for our apartment in cash and they count what I do as my share.

Then one Friday night- or to be more accurate, very early Saturday morning- Dianne, Shelly, Margi and the twins came home raving about this new club that they had discovered. “It’s gloriously decadent,” Mary and Marcy said in that weird unison way they have of speaking. “You really have to come with us next time.”

“You don’t really want me to go with you, do you?” I replied. “Besides, you know I could never afford it.”

“That’s the marvelous part,” Margi gushed. She was a little bit drunk and she gets very gushy when she has had too much to drink. “If you are a first time guest, you get in for free.”

“And you get free drinks for the evening,” Dianne said excitedly. That surprised me. Dianne is normally so cool and reserved. She never lets her emotions show. This had to be a really interesting club.

“What kind of a club is it?” I asked.

“One that is exactly what you dream of,” Shelly said, grabbing my hands and staring into my eyes as she said it.

I always get a little mushy inside when she does that. I have always thought of myself as straight and not at all kinky, but when she does that, I feel like I should kiss her… or let her kiss me… or throw myself flat on the ground at her feet with my face to the ground. I don’t know where those thoughts come from, but they pop into my head whenever she stares at me like that. And then I get all wet… and ashamed that I’m trembling like a whore in heat… and I get even wetter because of my shame. I’m not that way normally. It’s like she casts a spell over me and brings out halkalı escort a whole different me.

She often does that to me just before they leave. She will grab my hands, stare into my eyes, and tell me to make sure I finish the laundry or whatever while they are gone. I always just look down at the floor and mumble something like “Yes, ma’am.” I can hear them laughing as the door closes and I can feel my face flushing red with shame. But as soon as I am sure that they are gone, I flop onto the floor and rub myself to orgasm thinking about Shelly’s black eyes burning their way through me. Her eyes are actually dark brown, but for some reason I always remember them as deep black after she has been staring at me.

“OK,” I finally answered, “but I’m not sure I have anything to wear.”

All five girls began laughing and the twins said in unison, “Don’t worry, ma salope, no one will notice what you are wearing.”

I should have said no. I should have said I didn’t want to go with them. I should have said that, but I didn’t because I really did want to go with them. I wanted to be accepted by them and their friends… even if it was just as their maid or servant or whatever.

So I said, “Count me in.” Then I asked, “When are we going?”

Dianne answered, “Tomorrow night.”

Shelly smiled at me and said, “Actually that’s tonight, but it’s tomorrow after we sleep off last night.” She shook her head, gave me a really weird smile, and then said, “It’d be a lot easier if our days started at noon.”

“Yours usually do,” Margi said, and everyone laughed… except me. I was too scared to laugh. They were taking me to a club with them.

I barely slept the rest of that night… or morning… or whatever. A little after two the next afternoon, Shelly wandered out of her room into the kitchen where I was working and slowly turned me so I was facing her. “We want you to make a good impression tonight, so I think you should take a long hot bath and make sure that you are freshly shaved.” She stared into my eyes and added in a deep voice, “… everywhere. I don’t want to see even a hint of hair anywhere below your neck.”

I swallowed hard and said, “Yes, ma’am.”

She smiled at me and said, “Use a half-bottle of baby oil in that hot bathwater so your skin gets all soft and smooth.” She started to turn, but then turned back to face me and said, almost harshly, “And make sure you thoroughly clean the tub afterwards. You don’t want any of us slipping when we take our showers, do you?”

I stood there vibrating and mumbled, “Yes, ma’am… I mean no, ma’am… I mean yes, I will use baby oil and yes, I will clean the tub and no, I don’t want any of you falling and hurting yourselves.”

She laughed slowly and again gave me that black-eyed look. “You are precious,” she said slowly, “did you know that? I really should call you ‘Precious.'”

“Thank you, ma’am,” I said, trembling as I said it.

As she left the room, she called back over her shoulder, “And don’t go jilling yourself off… now or in the tub.”

I suddenly froze. Did she know about that? I stuttered out, “No ma’am,” as she walked laughing back to her room.

I didn’t have a whole lot of time before I needed to start fixing supper, so I immediately went down to the bathroom and filled the tub with really hot water. It wasn’t quite hot enough to burn me, but it was way hotter than anything I had ever used for a bath before. There was a brand new bottle of baby oil sitting on the counter, so I poured half of it into the water and then stepped in.

I tried not to yell out, but I did yelp softly as the hot water closed in around my leg. I really had to force myself to step in with the other leg and it took even more effort for me to lower my ass into the steaming water. The hot water hurt even more on my ass cheeks and many times more than that on my labia. It must have taken me almost five minutes to fully lower myself into the water.

It didn’t feel too bad after a while and the oil was making my skin feel really soft and slippery as I used my hands to pour the water over the rest of my body. My fingers felt really good as they touched my skin and I really, really wanted to take myself high, but Shelly had told me not to, so I lay back and lowered myself the rest of the way into the water and just let myself soak for fifteen minutes or so. Then I reached for my razor. The hot water had really softened my body hair and the oil caused the razor to slide smoothly over my body. I was able to shave myself smoother than ever… except for the area between my ass cheeks. I had to get out of the tub and squat on the bathmat to shave that. Then I got back in and just lay there and relaxed.

I wanted to stay and soak in the hot tub for a while longer, but I needed to clean the tub and I still needed to shampoo my hair. So, I got out and, after the tub had drained, scrubbed it thoroughly with dish washing detergent to get the oil off the surface. Then I took a quick shower and washed my hair. Luckily, I keep it fairly şişli escort short, so all I had to do was dry it and let it hang around my face. After making sure that the bathroom was completely clean, I threw on one of my t-shirt style nightshirts and went back into the kitchen to fix supper.

By the time supper was ready, the girls were all up. Dianne and the twins had showered. Margi was still looking a bit scruffy, but Shelly looked marvelous. She must have showered first because her hair was already perfect and she had her makeup on and a new coat of deep red, almost black, polish on her fingers and toes. Dianne somehow manages to make it look almost like she isn’t wearing makeup, except for the bright red lipstick that accentuates her lips and makes her mouth look bigger and more inviting.

Supper was more or less normal except that everyone kept making me get up to get them something. Dianne needed a new spoon. The twins each wanted another glass of water. Margarita had me reheat the dinner rolls. And Shelly… Shelly didn’t want anything. She just said, “Precious, would you mind standing up for us again so I can see the sun shining through that thin nightshirt?”

I immediately turned all red, but for some reason stood up and faced her, knowing that I was standing in front of the window and the almost-setting sun was shining directly on me- or through me if you count the nightshirt. She held her hand up with the index finger pointed straight up in the air and twirled it slightly. In response, I turned slowly around.

“Let us see how smooth you are.” Shelly said sternly and I automatically lifted the nightshirt up so my bald pussy was clearly visible.

“You take orders so well, Precious,” she said. “You will make me proud tonight.”

I started to say, “Thank you,” but one of the twins exclaimed, “Look at her! She’s gushing! This turns her on!”

I turned beet red, but Shelly just smiled and said, “That’s why I call her ‘Precious'”

She then made a motion with her hands indicating that I should lower the nightshirt and sit down. I couldn’t face any of them for the rest of the meal and was really thankful that no one else asked me to stand up and get something for them. I was sure that the back of my nightshirt was one giant wet spot.

Around nine o’clock, Dianne announced that it was almost time to leave. Shelly had told me not to dress after my bath because she would be giving me something to wear, but hadn’t given me anything yet, so I was still in the night shirt.

“Shelly,” I almost squeaked, “what do you want me to wear? You said you would give me something appropriate for tonight so I haven’t changed yet.”

I was trembling with fear that this was all a big prank and they might not let me go with them. But Shelly put her hand on my shoulder and said, “Oh, I’m sorry, Precious, I thought you were already wearing it.”

She then handed me a pullover dress that wasn’t much different from the thin, cotton, nightshirt I was wearing. “Go ahead,” Shelly said. “Put it on.”

We were all standing in the living room and the window shades were all open, but I pulled the nightshirt up over my head and quickly slid the dress in place. It was different from the nightshirt in two ways. It was even thinner, and it was much, much shorter. It barely covered my ass and it was so thin that the slight darkness of my areolas was clearly visible through the front where my nipples formed little tents in the fabric.

“Are you sure this is OK for the club?” I asked, and the twins laughed and answered in unison, “Don’t worry, honey. Wait ’til you see what we’re wearing.”

Dianne said sternly, “We are changing at the club.” Then she gave them a disapproving look and continued, “Now you’ve spoiled the surprise.”

There was a lot to be surprised about when we got to the club. To begin with, the only sign was the image of the face of a cat in blue neon over the door. One of the eyes would blink and then the words, “The Club” would slowly write themselves out beneath it in bright blue LEDs. Maybe the whole thing was LEDs, but the cat face looked like old-fashioned neon.

There were four really burly women at the door in all black. It said “Security” in white across the front of their black t-shirts. They were very carefully checking everyone’s ID so it created a line waiting to go in the door. As we got closer, I could hear one of them gruffly say, “Membership card and ID.”

I looked over at Shelly in panic. She had told me to leave everything at home, so I didn’t have anything with me. We were suddenly at the bouncers and Shelly held up a small folder with her ID and credit cards in it. She then pointed at me and said, “Newbie. She’s mine… or at least will be after tonight.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant, and got even more confused when Dianne, who was at one of the other bouncers, pointed to the twins and said, “They’re mine.” Neither of the twins held up any membership card or ID.

I felt something pull my arm and realized sarıyer escort a third bouncer was wrapping something around my wrist. “That guarantees you get free drinks,” Shelly said with a smile as we walked in.

Just inside the main doors were a set of restrooms… or at least that’s what it looked like at first. Then I realized that one door said “Restroom” and the other said “Locker Room.” Shelly pointed to a spot between the two doors and said, “Wait right there… and don’t wander off with anyone.”

I thought that was odd, but after standing there for only a minute or two, a tall, pale woman with very straight, very long black hair smiled at me and said, “Are you looking for someone to play with you tonight?”

“Shelly…” I stammered, “Shelly… she told me to wait right here for her.” The woman smiled at me again and said, “Have fun,” as she walked into the locker room.

Several more women walked into the locker room, but none came out. A really nice-looking young black woman stopped on her way in and carefully looked at me. After a few moments, she asked softly, “Taken?”

“Shelly,” I answered. She smiled very broadly and then said, “Lucky girl.”

I almost asked her whether she meant me or Shelly, but she walked into the locker room before I could say anything. I was still staring at the locker room door when the twin voices of Mary and Marcy said from behind me, “Did you miss me?”

I spun to look and let out a small yelping scream. “Was that a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’?” they said in unison.

I stood there with my mouth opening and closing, but nothing was coming out. The twins were standing before me naked. Well, they weren’t exactly naked. They were each wearing cloth cat masks that covered the upper portion of their faces and added furry ears that matched the color of their hair. There was expertly-applied makeup around their mouths that made them look even more like a cat. The effect was amplified by their hair, which had been teased out so it looked like a reddish blond lion’s mane. Both had large collars around their necks with a brass name plate on the front. One said, “Kitty One,” and the other said, “Kitty Two.” From each collar a leash led back to Dianne’s hand.

Dianne was fully clothed, but she might as well have been naked. She was wearing a thin, skin-tight, shiny black catsuit which molded to every curve of her body. The only flesh showing was the bottom portion of her face, which looked extremely white against the black of the vinyl suit. Her bright red lipstick accented her lips as she said, “Show her your tails, kittens.”

Mary and Marcy- Kitty One and Kitty Two- turned so they were facing away from each other and wiggled their asses. The long, cat-like tails hanging behind them wriggled back and forth as they moved their asses. The color of the tails exactly matched the color of their hair.

“Show her your whole tail,” Dianne said and the kittens bent way over and turned another ninety degrees so their butts were facing me. From that angle, it was very clear that the tails were attached to shiny, chrome butt plugs.

Dianne reached over with her right hand and pressed something on her left wrist. Both kittens yelped and jumped back to a straight up position. She pressed again and both kittens began purring… or at least they were humming so that it sounded like purring.

“I can control the vibrators and shock controls in the anal plugs,” Dianne said. “If they are good kitties, they get pleasure. If they are bad kitties, they get pain.”

“Good kitty,” I said nervously as the twins rubbed slowly against me purring and arching their backs like real cats.

“I’m the crazy kitty,” a voice said from behind me. Margi was standing in the doorway of the locker room. If she had been at a Comic Con event, she would have won first prize for her Harley Quinn costume. Instead of a baseball bat, however, she was carrying a jester’s stick with what looked like a carved Harley Quinn doll’s head on the tip of it. She held it out in front of my face and suddenly intense sparks jumped between the tips of the doll’s jester hat.

“Want to feel what it’s like to get bit by Krazy Kat?” she said, stepping up right next to me.

“N… n… no,” I sputtered.

“Didn’t think so,” she said quickly and then suddenly plunged her staff into Kitty One’s side.

Both kitties stopped purring and screamed out together.

“That’s what’s so fun about twins,” Harley- Margi- said with a laugh, “they each feel what the other feels. It’s twice as much fun.”

“What have I told you about tormenting the kitties?” Dianne said sternly.

“Sorry, Mistress,” Margi said, bowing in an almost curtsey. “I was only trying to break the tension. Precious seems to be a little tense.”

“I will worry about Precious,” a voice said from the darkness behind Margi.

I recognized the voice as Shelly’s, but it sounded different… stronger… and more forceful than usual. When she stepped into the dim light so I could see her, I almost fell to my knees. She was dressed in an abbreviated catsuit that was at least as tight as Dianne’s. It looked like a very tight one-piece swimsuit, and- if possible- was twice as black and shiny. Her legs looked so creamy and perfect descending from the black of the suit. And her arms seemed so long and powerful as they reached out toward me.

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