Berlin Nightclub where Jen is Not Able to Say No

At a small remote airfield Mick held Jen's hand as he led her from the car up the ramp and into the small private Jet.

They sat on two plush hite leather seats opposite each other across a small table. Jen couldn't meet Mick's cold stare as the jet began warming up it’s engines. His eyes never left her as his mind worked away on new sordid ideas.

As the plane thundered down the runway Jen released her seven days of sin had just begun. It depressed her greatly but she just had focus on the future.

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In flight, a beautiful waitress wearing a skimpy blue uniform served the odd couple champagne while they ordered from a menu. Mick made suggestions to Jen like a helpful husband, and Jen smiled and ordered the Buttered Sole and Mussles.

Sipping from his crystal champagne flute glass Mick continued to make small talk. "Buttered sole. Good choice."

"Thanks."

"Goes well with champagne. Especially the mussels that come with it. A woman of refined tastes."

"Thank you." A nervous Jen engaged Mick as the best she could… but all she could do is think about her aching pussy and fact cum was still leaking out 10 hours later. It must have sunken in deep inside… she perished the ossible consequences.

"What's wrong, Jen? You seem a little distracted."

"Nothing.”Jen sunk back into her seat and sipped the champagne. She sighed, she loved champagne, just wished it was different circumstances. “ I’m Just, you know. Getting used to my new life."

"Don't worry. It will be over before you know it. In fact you might even grow to miss me.” He laughed as he saw Jen roll her big brown eyes. “Honest. Just see it as a week to live a life you never dared to dream before. At least when it’s over you will appreciate the life you’re going back to.”

“We’ll see. I just hope you bring me back in one piece.”

“I will. And don’t worry, you’re going to have a full health check when you get back, make sure you’re in tiptop shape for Dave the weasel."

“Let’s hope I don't need one.”

“Oh, I think you will.”

“Bloody hell.”

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Jen smiled as the stewardess placed the brown butter sole with mussels onto the table. "So Mick, You still haven’t told me where youare taking me?"

"Berlin."

"Why?"

Mick broke into a cold grin. "It's got a great alternative one."

"When you say alternative, I guess you don't mean indie music."

"No."

Jen took a fork full of sole. She tasted it then swallowed it before chasing it with champagne. "What do you have planned then?"

"I want to watch you."

"Watch me? Watch me do what, exactly?"

"You'll see." Mick pointed to the restroom. "You have an outfit waiting for you inside. I think you'll like it."

“You know my sizes?”

“Sun has a good eye, and gave me them when I hatched this little plan.”

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The plane landed in night time Berlin international and a black limo took them from the runway apron directly into the centre of the city. Mick didn't do standard security, it seemsThey drove past the Brandenburg Gates and the Volstagg which were all lit up in golden yellow. They dove out of the city centre into the post-industrial sector near the old wartime aerodrome which was now a public park popular with city bankers and students.

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It was evening and in the back of the car Mick was dressed in a suit and, while Mia was in a black chlorinated latex mini dress. It had a high neckline with a collar but there was a strip cut out of the chest so her cleavage was on show. It rode high up her thigh and she looked like a BDSM prostitute. Mia was far from comfortable. Down her spine there a large zip so anyone could unzip her dress in two.

The taxi pulled up outside an huge abandoned brick warehouse. Mick led Jen inside past the cue of alternative clubbers who were all dressed in leather or latex. There were lots of gays and lesbians all kissing and cavorting as they queued. Young old and everything inbetween.

Ear-splitting tech reverberated around the cavernous space as Mick led Jen through the crowd. He then stopped atthe bar and shouted his instructions. "I want you to go and dance alone.”

“OK”

“The rules are as follows. You can't say no to anyone who makes an advance. I want you to encourage whoever dances with you.”

“Right. Sounds OKish so far.”

“Man, woman, animal. If they want to fuck you, they will. Understand?”

Jen’s heart sank. “Yes.”

“This is the most open-minded nightclub in the world. All kinds of shit goes on here. You might get pissed on, fucked in arse, fisted, who knows. But whatever it is, you have to let them.”

“Do I have to, really?”

“I think you don the answer to that.”

Jen stood on her toes and shouted into Micks ears. “And what if I don’t?”

“The contract is broken, you don’t get a penny… and you have to find your own way back to Dave Nicurauia.”

“Right, I guess I knew that already.”

“If they ask you who I am, tell them I’m your boyfriend who likes to watch, OK?”

“Understood.”

“Finally, don’t try any funny business that will biss me off. I have eyes everywhere as I have shares in this place so they all work for me. Plus the dress has a tracker and spyware fitted into it. Yes, I know, I’m a control freak. But it’s part of my charm. Let’s go.”

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