Faye stays

Faye looked again at the woman being fucked by the large black man. It seemed his cock must be a foot long judging by how much of it was visible every time he drew back to slam back into her. She looked young, probably Faye's age. Upon looking around, she saw one of the girls in lingerie openly sucking off a well-dressed, masked man. "Jesus, how does this place get away with this?," she asked. Tiffany leaned in close, and whispered.

"Well, a few of these "masked men" are city council members, and one of them is the chief of police; who is probably enjoying the show. Remember those "special" VIPs I was talking about? That's them. The women in the audience are, for the most part, their wives. They all belong to a fraternity, a secret society if you will, called the "Lazarenes." They funded the club's opening, and make sure its kept open. Some of the wives participate..." she said. Faye looked back to the moaning woman who was quivering at the repeated pounding in front of her.

"This is one of their wives, isn't it?" she asked, her mouth hanging open in astonishment. Tiffany smiled a little bleakly, and shook her head.

"No. That, if I'm not mistaken, is the police chief's step daughter. If I had to put my money on it, he'd be the guy getting his dick sucked while watching it. Twisted shit, eh?" she said. Faye was trying to wrap her head around it when she felt a hand on her ass. She turned to see a man without a mask. He was younger, probably in his late 20's. She forced a smile as he squeezed and kneeded her firm buttocks for a moment before heading to the exquisitely carved oak and walnut bar. She didn't think she could do this. It was too much. This wasn't a VIP room. This was a brothel.

"Looks like he's about finished. Put your collar on. We're up."

Faye looked down at the leather choker with the ring in her hand. She had never felt this way before. "Do I have to?" she asked quietly. Tiffany faced her, a look of slight panic in her eyes.

"Yes. Put it on, and do what I say. Do EVERYTHING I say, no matter what. You do not want to know just how difficult men like this can make your life if you disappoint them, especially in a town this small. We'll do one show, one private performance, and call it a night, alright? I won't leave your side, and since I'll be in control won't let things get too out of hand, Lazarene or not, okay? This is where the big money is. These people pay $100 just to walk through the door, and they tip very, very well." Just then, the pretty young girl cried out. Faye looked over to her to see the large black man shooting huge ropes of cum over her back, stroking what was indeed a foot-long cock. The masked man getting a blowjob was already leaning back, the woman who had been sucking him wiping his cum from her face.

Faye lifted the collar to her throat, and fastened it behind her neck. "I've got to go through this tonight, but after that...fuck this!" she thought to herself. Tiffany smiled, and clipped a four foot long leather leash to the small ring.

"Good...good. Now follow me. Keep your eyes down. You'll want to appear to be an unwilling submissive." she said. Faye smirked. She would have no trouble with that. Tiffany, or "Olivia," lead her onto the small, raised platform. The black man grinned, sweat covering his muscled body. Faye could tell from the way he looked at her that he was certainly looking for it being her on all fours getting hammered by his veiny dick sooner or later. The music changed to something more sinister. It sounded like a mixture of chamber music and dark German industrial. She stood in the center of the stage, Tiffany in front of her, and the audience applauded. "Ladies and gentlemen, my new pet...Rose." she said, to another smattering of applause. Faye kept her head down, as she was told. "Judith, my dear, it appears you have something on your face. My pet will be more than happy to help you with that." she said. Faye's heart was racing.

The woman who had just sucked off the man in the mask stepped forward. "Rose, give Judith a kiss." she said. Faye looked up. She didn't remember much about the police chief, but his election ads let her know he was at least in his 60's. She could feel dozens of eyes upon her. The woman in front of her was stunningly built with long, wavy dark hair. She wore a cream colored corset with bare, firm breasts topped with long, erect pink nipples. Her lips were shiny with cum, small globs of it still slowly dripping down her chin. Faye took a breath, and leaned into her. Her lips were amazingly soft. Faye had drunkenly made out with a few girls in her time, but this was different. The woman kissed her softly, tenderly. The bitter, salty taste of cum slid from her tongue between Faye's mouth and onto her own, the globules from her chin sticking to Faye's before stretching and breaking as Faye felt the bulk of the load slide from the woman's mouth and into hers, and spilling out when their lips parted. "Rose, what do we say when someone gives us a gift?" Tiffany said, turning her to face the masked man, who was now leaning forward attentively.

Faye took a breath through her nose, and swallowed, the cum coating her mouth and throat. "Thank you." she said, a tear forming in her eye. Tiffany turned her back so she was facing her, and kissed her. Her lips were also soft, but when Tiffany snaked her hand into her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her neck to crane, Faye gasped. Tiffany licked her neck, and cleaned her chin of the running cumlets. Tiffany pulled the leash hard, forcing Faye to bend over.

"Keep a good grip on this." she said, handing the end to a silver haired woman sitting with two much younger men. The woman put her hand to her mouth, and reached out to take the lead. Faye was forced to look at her. She was slim and healthy for a woman of her age, which Faye guessed to be in the mid 50's. She wore a lovely evening gown in deep blue with white accents. Her movements and mannerisms could be called graceful, were it not for the fact that she was holding the leash of frightened young girl. Faye watched as the old woman's nipples stiffened beneath her gown, a spark of deviant lust igniting in her brilliant gray eyes.

Faye felt Tiffany's hand snake into her own, almost tenderly, before pulling it behind her back. The unmistakable sound of handcuffs clamping shut filled her ears. "Now the other one." she said. Faye kept her eyes locked on the woman, who was becoming flush. Her free hand snaked onto the lap of one of her young attendees, squeezing his cock as Faye reliquished her other hand. The click of the handcuffs sealed whatever fate was in store for her this evening. Faye had no idea what that might be.