CLUB W PART 2
by Witchman
29 year old Officer Tara Kennedy’s eyes widened as she took in the incredibly sexy scene that was Club W.
A third generation cop from NYC, she hadn’t planned on spending some of her vacation time at a weekend retreat for women police officers at a small town in upstate New York, but something about the swirling patterns in the invitational video made her keep coming back to it; whereupon she eventually booked a reservation.
The first two days had been quite eventful.
Women officers from across the country attended a series of lectures and presentations focusing on the issues of female law enforcement officers.
Tara had found it all very informative, if a little dry.
She also could not help but notice how beautiful so many of the other officers were.
It was as though an adult magazine was doing a pictorial on sexy female police officers.
Now though, it was Saturday night, and she had found herself fast friends with Valerie, a black officer from Baltimore, and Cynthia, a Latina from Sacramento.
The three of them were chatting and laughing, and all of them were wide eyed at this east coast erotic Amsterdam that was Tompkinsville.
The three of them stopped and looked at a swirling spiral that lit up the sign for Club W.
“This might be fun,” Cynthia suggested.
Valerie’s ebony eyes narrowed. “Hmm, honestly, I have never been to a white strip club.”
Tara nodded. “I have never been to one at all.”
The three looked back at the sign; the three sexy women momentarily losing themselves in the spiral.
“Hey, you’re blocking the entry,” the burly bouncer barked.
The three sexy women recovered.
Tara swallowed, feeling nervous. “Um, let’s go?” she said, more a question than a command.
Valerie and Cynthia nodded, and the three entered.
Tara was surprised. She had been expecting something sleazy and misogynistic, but Club W was incredibly sexy.
The women were hot, and Tara was also surprised to see so many female customers.
There was something else though, but she was not quite sure what it was.
As the three beautiful young women walked through the club to one of the bars closer to the back, Tara had noticed the way a group of frat boys were staring at one of the cage dancers.
A black and white spiral was projected onto her beautiful body as she slowly shimmied in the steel cage.
The way they stared, it was almost as though they were hyp..
“Bottoms up!” Valerie shouted, as she ed Tara a shot.
Tara lost her train of thought as the hot liquor went down her throat.
Soon the three women were giddy with liquor, beauty, youth, and the intoxicating atmosphere of the club.
Tara went to buy the next round. “Three Black and Tans,” she said.
The busty redhead bartender nodded. “Give me a sec. One of the other girls has to go clean the Pink Room,” she said.
Tara stared, quizzically. “The Pink Room?”
The bartender nodded. “Yeah. It is a challenge room here. Any girl who can stay in the Pink Room without masturbating gets $10,000 in cash.”
Tara gaped. “Really?” “What happens if they lose?”
“They work here at the club for the rest of the night,” the bartender winked.
“Hey, where’s are drinks?” Valerie asked, slurring her words a little.
“The bartender said that they had to clean up the Pink Room. It’s a challenge room where if you can stay in it without touching yourself, they pay you 10 grand in cash. If you can’t, you have to work here for the night,” Tara said thoughtfully, her mind paying more attention to this thought than she had anticipated.
Cynthia shrugged. “One way to get new talent,” she laughed.
The other two women laughed too,but; as their drinks arrived, Tara found herself seeing those words in her head over and over again.
The Pink Room.
How hard it could be?
The Pink Room.
Could I do it?
The Pink Room.
Will they make me wash dishes, or do something else?
The Pink Room.
Could I do something else? Would they make me be a stripper?
The Pink Room.
Tara shook her head, but it was just too intriguing for her not to think about.
“It must be a very sexy room if it is all pink,” she said aloud.
“And we have been talking about boys for the past five minutes,” Cynthia said wryly.
Tara blushed. “I’m sorry guys, I just...I just can’t stop thinking about it,” she said, trying not to notice how hard her nipples were.
“Why don’t you try it, then?” Valerie winked. “You can win enough to buy the next round.”
As though on cue, the waitress suddenly appeared. “Did someone here want to try the Pink Room?” she asked nonchalantly.
“I..I want to try,” Tara responded timorously.
“Sure. Come this way,” the waitress said, taking Tara by the hand and leading her through the club to a back door that was camouflaged by having the same color as the wall.
Tara’s eyes widened as she ed what appeared to be training rooms of some sort.
Some women were dancing, others staring at computer monitors; some chanting, some moaning, some climaxing.
The waitress stopped in front of a pink door with a pink doorknob, taking a clipboard from the front.
“Here, sign this form. It simply states that if you can refrain from masturbating for 30
minutes, you get 10,000 in cash. If you can’t, you agree to work at the club here for a night.”
The form simply stated that, although Tara noticed that it was notarized, so she took a deep breath, and signed it.
The waitress opened the door. “There is a clock with a timer. There is a camera in the room. I
will be on the other side of the room watching. Good luck,” she said, closing the door behind her.
Tara looked around at the 8 by 5 foot room.
Everything was a frosty pink. The couch, the wall to wall carpeting, the walls, the lamps and lights; even the flat screen TV was pink.
Tara sat down cautiously, feeling a little self conscious knowing she was being watched.
She crossed her legs once, then again, trying to focus on anything besides the steady “Thrum thrum thrum” of the bass that was faintly echoing off the walls of the pink room.
Tara squirmed, trying to distract herself by thinking of what her friends were doing; if they were watching the beautiful, sexy women dancing on stage and in the cages; swirling spirals over their bodies...
“Oof!” she said, removing her hands from her decolletage; wondering if she would lose points for that. “That was close,” she said aloud.
Crossing her legs again, Tara thought back to the dancers, the women in the back rooms, the sexy sights she had seen and was seeing.
It was..hypnotizing. That’s what it was. The club was hypnotizing; hypnotic? The club was hypnotic. A hypnotic club that hypnotizes everyone and makes them feel sexy and hot and...
“NNNNK!” Tara moaned, pulling her jill hand away from her wet pussy just in time.
Tara moaned, glancing at the clock. “Only 10 minutes?” she said aloud.
Tara stood up, unconsciously moving her body to the thrum thrum thrum.
Running her hands through her hair, she let it loose from the pony tail; her shoulder length blonde hair loose and free.
She felt hot. She needed to move, to dance, to do anything but sit there and not think about touching herself; which she had not stopped thinking of ever since she tried not thinking of it.
Deftly unzipping her sexy cocktail dress, she sighed contentedly as the cool air of the room graced her body.
Shimmying about, Tara unbuttoned her bra from the front, crying out in erotic release as the cool hair hit her rock hard nipples.
“I could be a stripper,” she thought to herself; her enlarge clit twitching at the erotic idea.
Quickly doffing her soaked panties, Tara held them to her face, deeply inhaling the sexy smell of her womanly arousal. “ I love the smell of my pussy,” she cooed, deeply inhaling her lady lust.
Suddenly swooning, Tara fell back onto the couch;only, her masturbation hand had found her pussy before her body had even hit the couch.
“AH!” she came out loud, furiously pinching and pulling at her rock hard nipples as she played with herself.
One orgasm crashed over her, then another, then another.
Tara gasped, breathing heavily, her legs shaking with erotic orgasmic afterglow.
She took dim notice of the buzzer, and a few moments until she realized that the woman who had signed her into the room was no standing in the open door, dryly observing Tara.
“Um, hi,” Tara blushed.
The woman looked at the clock. “17 minutes. A new record. Most can’t make it past 15.”
“Soooo, you have three choices,” she said.
“Three choices,” Tara repeated, not knowing what else to say, nor even covering herself.
“Yes,” continued the waitress, “Dishwashing.”
Tara winced; ing her first high school job at the local diner. “Um, no,” she said.
“Two. Backroom girl.”
Tara blanched, not thinking she was ready for that. “Um, no?” she responded.
The waitress nodded. “Then three; stripper.”
Tara felt her nipples instantly harden. “Um, okay,” she replied.
“Come with me,” the waitress beckoned, leading the dazed and nude Tara to another back room; one of the changing rooms.
“Put this one,” the waitress said, giving Tara a sexy pink teeny weeny bikini that resembled more two banana peels and shoe laces; along with a police hat.
Tara gulped, not prepared for exposed she felt.
The waitress handed her a bluetooth. “Take this. Master will give you instructions as you dance.”
“Master?” Tara responded incredulously.
Without responding, the waitress took Tara by the hand, and started leading her backstage.
Standing in the wings, the waitress suddenly turned and left.
A voice from the bluetooth suddenly filled Tara’s confused mind. “Sleep now Tara,” came the command; deep and authoritative.
Tara’s head met her bosom, lost in deep hypnotic trance.
The voice in her mind spoke again. “What was the name of your first pet.”
“Tri..Trixie,” Tara responded, the effort to respond only taking her deeper into trance.
“Obey my commands,” came the voice.
Still lost in trance, Tara dimly heard the MC announce that there was a new girl tonight, and that they were to give a warm Club W welcome to...TRIXIE!”
Her eyes opened. “That’s me,” she thought, walking onstage to the sounds of “Stripper,” by Lords of Acid.
The voice in her mind was telling her what to do.
It was easier to just listen. Listen and obey.
“Let the music move you.”
“Make eye .”
“Feel the cool of the pole.”
Tara let the music, the mesmerism, and the moment sweep her away into an intoxicating hypnotic dream.
She was Trixie now; bold and assertive.
She was naked now, too, her body nude and unashamed; seducing a room full of strangers with her mesmerizing moves.
She laughed aloud, cravenly, carnally carried away in the hypnotic heat of the moment.
Before she knew it, the song had ended, and the MC was congratulating her; and..fuck, they were cheering for her.
Trembling, Tara picked up her tips, blew a kiss to the crowd, and scurried backstage, collapsing into a nearby chair.
Her eyes widened as they beheld her erotic earnings. “90 dollars for four minutes work?” she said aloud.
As though on cue, several beautiful women surrounded Tara, stroking, caressing, and exploring her body.
“You were such a natural, Trixie.”
“You were so good, Trixie.”
“You belong here, Trixie.”
Tara sighed. Technically straight, she nonetheless found herself sinking into the knowing arms and mouths of the beautiful women at Club W.
Desk Sergeant Winslow shook his head. He couldn’t figure out why so many of the women officers were suddenly booking vacation time all at the same time, and all for the same place.
“Must be something in the water,” he shrugged.