The tables are served by women in bondage

Once they were inside, Emma found it easier to believe that Sean had never been here before. He was just as shocked by what he found inside as she was. They both stood in the entrance way, right after the bouncer had checked their names on his list. Their mouths hung open at once. At least, Sean was just as shocked as she was. There was comfort to be taken in that.

The building was laid out like a normal gambling hall, at least for the most part. Lush green tables were scattered across the hall, with games of poker being played at them. There were the usual types you'd find at grubby halls like this. Way too many Hawaiian shirts. It was only the waitresses that were unusual.

Nearly nude women swayed their hips as they made their way around the club, serving drinks. The only thinks they wore were heavy steel chastity belts with very prominent locked unscrewable plugs in the front and back. It was easy to tell that each screw corresponded to one of the woman's holes. Besides that, they all wore slutty black heels, and heavy steel collars on their necks with number tags on them. Besides that, their long legs and nude breasts were exposed. This was a face that the grubby men of the hall seemed to delight in, as they have no compunctions about reaching out to fondle their tits and asses.

There was something unusual about the women too. They were all beautiful for a start, but that was too be expected for sex workers. No, it was the way they seemed to react to the way the men would treat them like meat. If it were Emma in that position, she'd be outraged by the constant debasement. Most whores, at the very least, would leave it at professional seductions. But, these women eagerly moaned out with every pinch and slap, almost grinding themselves against the customers. They waited by the men at the table hand and foot, eagerly rubbing them or massaging them, even when it seemed clear that they hadn't been paid for yet.

If Emma had to put it into words, they were **** for the men's attention. Like being picked by one would be the best thing that could ever happen to one of them. One of the whores, a busty blond tagged with the number #28, was kneeling on the floor, rubbing her voluptuous tits against his leg. For his part, the man, an older bald man was looking down at her with something approaching disdain. She was a dog to him.

"Maybe, we should get going..." Sean suggested.

Just then, the man with the blond raised his hand into the air and called for a key. #28 openly smiled from ear to ear. In her rush to thank him, she was even kissing his feet. Emma took a step closer. Surely their host could wait a moment longer. Why was this woman so eager to...service...this customer?