Bill makes it back to the ‘club’

Jasmine jostles a bit on the floorboard of the back seat as Bill’s car bounces into the parking lot of the BDSM club before being thrust into the back of the front passenger seat as it slams into a parking spot. Bill hears a slight 'umph' from the backseat as he throws the car into park; turning his head to inspect the naked woman he can see rubbing her shoulder, “you okay?”

Jasmine is struck oddly by being asked by Sir Bill about her care as she hadn’t been asked that of him in almost 4 days. She hadn’t even realized its absence until just now as he was normally more cautious with her when pushing things, she was flabbergasted to realize he was suddenly noticing her state sending an odd rush through her body. “I’m fine, Sir,” she replied with a smile not thinking about anything other than his eyes looking back at her.

“Good,” Bill said as he moved to shut the car off and get his things together, “hang tight and I’ll be back with... Vyki... in a moment.”

Seeing Sir Bill open the door and step out, Jasmine was suddenly reminded of her condition with the just of wind and thought she would risk imposing on he’s recently exposed compassion, “um, Sir?” she said leaning up to catch him before he closed the door. On seeing him turn around and lean in through the barely open door, Jasmine looked around the poorly lit parking lot before glancing down out herself and asked, “Sir, do you think you could see if I could borrow something to cover up for the drive?”

Bill was struck by how reckless it was to have her out in public like this. There is no way he could explain it if he were pulled over and, glancing around the parking lot, he realized it was a really unsafe position to leave her in by herself in a neighborhood like this. However, having her walk in naked could be even worse and likely get them turned away by Heather. He would have to get Paul out of there in haste and make sure she’s not out here long. “Sure,” Bill says almost absentmindedly before cautioning, “just keep your head down. I’ll be back quickly.”

“Yes, Sir,” Jasmine says hunkering down with a smile to Sir Bill as he closed the door, and she could barely make out his form walking away. The stillness of her situation began running over her, only hearing the distant rumble of a semi traveling down a highway as the only indication of life around her; her heart pounding away in her chest. She felt a small drop of wetness trickle down her ankle as it fell from near where her bottom rested on her feet in her bent over position reminding her of just how much of an exposed position she was in.

Jasmine thought of how **** and exposed she really was. She knew that if someone were to walk by, there was no way to hide herself from someone looking into the back windows. Anyone walking by would be able to see her naked body trapped behind the seat and there is nothing she could do about it. Looking up at the door she could see that Sir Bill was thoughtful enough to lock the doors to prevent someone from breaking in leaving only the clear windows protecting her from being assaulted by a complete stranger. “Then again,” she said to herself in the darkness, “wouldn’t want someone to damage Sir Bill’s windows,” as she leaned up and unlocked the door as her other hand reached between her thighs as a reckless scenario played through her mind....

Bill could only see a few cars in the parking lot as he walked towards the entrance seeing a couple leaving the club. Nodding to them silently as they seemed to being experiencing a euphoric high from each other as they languidly walked through to their car, Bill grabbed the door and entered into the lobby.

The two body builders flirting and making out was a little surprising to Bill, but more so because it was not behind the private doors of the club than who was doing it. As it was, he took a moment to see the large men body positions and suddenly realized their lycra covered waists were pressing into each other. The one that seemed to be pressing into the other man leaning against the wall was subtly twisting his hips side to side. Venturing a look between them, Bill suddenly realized the bulges between were rubbing against each other while he was teasing the other about how good and thoughtful he was.

Suddenly the door to the office flew open as Heather stepped out. “Enjoying the show, Bill?” Heather quipped acidicly to Bill frustrated he had the nerve to show up so recently after barging out.

Bill was startled by her sudden entrance, but also shocked to realize he was caught enjoying watching the masculine make out session. “Um, ya, about earlier...” Bill started but was interrupted by Heather again before he could finish.

“Boys, you’ve done enough tonight,” Heather stated to the romantic couple to interrupt them so she could show her appreciation and dismiss them, “there’s still tons to be done to clean up a lot of things, but the major pieces have been done. Show up tomorrow for your usual work session & will finish things up with the rest of the crew.”

Both men were disappointed to be stopped in mid-session, but also a little surprised to see the other man in the room. However, they also realized this meant they could go home and finish this up properly. “Yes, Mistress,” they said in near unison.

Seeing them still standing there and not separating their half-naked embrace. “Go before Bill here gets a free porno show,” she said to them before turning bitterly to her old friend, “you should have to pay extra to see these two studs go at it.”

“Yes, Mistress,” they both say as they shuffle out the front door passing by the other man as he starts trying to make defensive arguments.

“You know I’d never swing that way, Heather!” Bill said very defensively.

Heather glanced down at his crotch and pointed out, “you might want to have a discussion with that anaconda then, because he seems to be down for the down-low,” before giggling at his embarrassment.

Bill a bit flustered by it, “it's just from Jasmine sitting naked in my backseat.”

“Riiiiiight,” said Heather dismissively before switching topics abruptly, “what the hell was that with her earlier?!? I should ban you for life for a display like that.”

Bill was glad to be off the topic of his erection but not thrilled about having to deal with his obvious infraction, “ya, about that,” Bill started, “I probably flew a bit off the handle.”

Heather just raised an eyebrow at his gross understatement and glared at him silently expecting more from him.

Realizing she was not content with it, Bill continued to explain, “Jasmine was attacking... Vyki, and I had to get her separated. I probably shouldn’t have taken her out the front door like that, but I was expecting to be leaving anyway. The last thing I needed to do was reward her with some sort of warped playtime in her mind.”

“That might be,” Heather stated, “but you know I have to keep this place as under wraps as I can. Ya, the authorities know about us and we have very fine lines we have to stay on to not violate this state’s draconian laws. The last thing I need is some neanderthal calling in a domestic dispute giving the cops a reason to raid the place. Even if we’re all consenting adults, the last thing I need is members having to be accosted and threatened with jail even if it wouldn’t stick.”

Bill was well aware of Heather’s very protective nature. It was one of the reasons why this place was able to survive as it was a place for people with a kink to be able to explore themselves in a safe & secure environment. “I know,” Bill replied resigned, “and I regret putting you in that position. I’ll keep her....” Bill paused a minute with some rare introspective before continuing, “and myself... under better control in the future.” Bill could see the questioning smirk on Heather’s face. “I swear that girl knows how to push my buttons,” Bill admitted with a chuckle.

Heather continued, “you two may be oil and fire, but if you could find a way to harness your energies, you could be an amazing engine together.”

Bill wasn’t always for her metaphysical outlook, but he knew there was wisdom to it, “as long as we can keep from exploding.”

“Not likely,” Heather mentioned with a giggle as she picked up her paperwork, “it's getting late, and I know you of all people didn’t come back here just to apologies for your shortsighted outburst. What’s up?”

Bill suddenly reminded why he was really back here continued, “oh, ya, I told.. Vyki I would give... her a ride home.” Bill had to hold himself back a few times because he was pretty sure Heather would relish the knowledge to know it was really Paul in that dress all night.

“You did?” Heather said questioningly. “I had made arrangements earlier to have the fellas give her lift home after Molly had another mental attack. They took care of her after your outburst.”

Bill knew the whorsemen were mostly talk and show, but he’d heard from a couple of the working girls they brought what they’d pay for behind closed doors, “you did what?!? With those 4???”

Heather was a little surprised to be so admonished by Bill so quickly; he was being a bit over protective. She figured he was seeing Vyki as part of his ‘clan’ dating her sister-in-law, but she couldn’t shake it felt like something else there. “Oh relax!” Heather admonished. “That wild child was just exploring herself. They have strict instructions to get her to her home safely.”

Bill was perplexed by the ‘wild child’ comment but also not convinced those guys would get Paul home without incident. “I’m sorry... are you saying ... ‘Vyki’ was a ‘wild child’?”

Heather openly laughed at that, “ya, I figured with that dress and that attitude she was a regular club girl. Didn’t you see the way she was throwing herself at them? Seemed like she was a regular club girl out flirting for rounds of drinks. I was just letting her enjoy herself to a point, but I wouldn’t let the fellas go past 2nd base; I let them keep going while she seemed to enjoy it.”

“Well, ya,” Bill admitted with concern, “but wasn’t she supposed to be serving them? Weren’t they instructing her to?”

“Most likely,” she said with a giggle, “but she sure didn’t seem to object.”

“Could she?” Bill asked pointedly.

“What?” Heather replied a bit surprised.

“Isn’t she a new sub? Did you tell her she could set boundaries?”

Heather’s expression kind of blanked at that, “well, ya, but Molly was showing her the ropes...”

“The Molly you sent home?” Bill asked, leading her.

“She had that collar though,” Heather argued, “obviously whoever is training her at least taught her about that right?” She could see Bill expression change at that. “Besides, I was keeping an eye on them. I would have stopped if they crossed the line.”

Bill looked at her stoically, “where was the line? Did she know where it was?”

Heather felt suddenly unsure, and looked introspectively. Looking back at it all, she was sure the girl was enjoying herself, but she could see where it could be unsafe if someone didn’t understand the power the sub holds. “Okay, I would have expected her Daddy to do more with her, but she wouldn’t have gone further & I’m sure the fellas won’t go too far with her.”

“What makes you so sure they won’t push her to go further?”

“For one, its blatantly clear she is not read to do any B&D or S&M; she’s way too green and they agreed to that.”

“Ya, but those horn-balls wouldn’t bat an eye about getting a girl in their beds.”

Heather laughed at that, “only if they want her to be their last.”

Bill was unconvinced.

Heather took on a very stern and menacing look in an instant saying, “I let them know that if they so much showed one of their tiny peckers to that girl, none of them could pay a whore enough to touch any of the mangled mesh of flesh & blood I left in their ALL crotches after I was done with a dull machete and rusty pliers.”

If Bill wasn’t looking directly into her eyes and feeling the heat fall out of the room as a shiver ran down his spine, he might have questioned the effectiveness of her statement, but his own shriveling cock. Bill finally found his voice saying “ah.”

Heather held her glare and Bill didn’t dare take his eyes off her a second as her hand fondled the scissors on the pile of supplies she had picked up from her desk. “Um,” Bill said feeling his voice crack, “so they’re taking her home right now.”

Relishing in the fear she placed into the big man, Heather turned towards her office to hide her ecstatic grin, “yes,” before she continued, “but they might stop off for drinks first at their usual spot.”

Bill knew where she was talking about and was about to turn to leave when he remembered Jasmine’s last ask. “Oh,” Bill said right before the door sealed and Heather peaked her head back out. “Do you have something Jasmine could borrow? Her robe is kind of messed up at the moment.”

Heather just shook her head and grabbed the big fur coat the boys just brought back in, “give her this.”

As Bill caught the thing as he heard Heather shout out, “just make sure you bring it back next time you come, or you won’t be getting back in.” Followed by the solid sound of the office door sealing.

While relieved she wasn’t holding enough of a grudge to not let him back in, she was annoyed she expected it back before.

Jasmine could practically feel her next assailant's breath on her neck as his cock was pounding into her from behind; the gravel digging into her knees after being **** out Sir’s car into the deserted parking lot. The other four men stood ominously over her naked form, half of them already had their turn and the other two looking to have their turn with her abused, swollen, sopping cunt.

Jasmine could feel her orgasm building as she edged closer to going over the cliff when her world was suddenly shut out as a blanket seemed to fall over her.

“Hey, this should be a good cover,” Bill said as he tossed the coat in the back seat over the shadowy figure of the naked girl crouched down while he plopped into the driver seat. Bill turned the car over and pulls out his phone to call Molly and let her know what is going on.

Jasmine’s mind tried to fight out of her lustful haze of masturbation, suddenly dealing with the fact her brain was fantasizing about being dragged from the safety of the car by five faceless thugs and being used for their pleasure. Sliding the big fluffy coat off of her head, she was panting as her heat reflected off the inside of the coat and the confines of the seat. Looking up she could see Sir safely in control of the car as she tried to slowly move her fingers out of her dripping pussy biting back a moan, afraid of what Sir might say about her openly pleasing herself in this situation.

Wrapping the coat in front her with the back of the coat fully covering her chest and the front opening draping loosely over her back as she leans up and drops back into the seat panting as the fur covers her body while the cold leather of the seat chills the heat of her bare back and ass while she felt a wet trail between her thighs as a shiver goes down her body.

“Hello,” Jasmine heard Molly say over Sir Bill’s speakerphone as he was dropping the car into gear.

“Hey, Molly,” Bill said catching himself before he said Paul’s name as he looked in the rear view mirror at Jasmine noticing her face was rather flush, “’Vyki’ wasn’t at the club but I’m pretty sure I know where she is.”

“Out to eat with the whoresmen?” Molly replied.

Surprised, Bill responded staring at his phone, “how did you know?”

“He apparently called Lou and he’s on the way to get him,” Molly replied a little annoyed.

“Oh,” Bill replied rather relieved, “so he’s going to get Vyki and take her to you?” Bill tried to subtly add the emphasis hoping Jasmine didn’t catch it or pick up on Molly’s flub.

“Ya,” Molly replied, “thanks for checking on, uh, her.” Molly forgot he was probably with Jasmine but ready to just be done with them. “Looks like you’re not needed after all.”

Bill was feeling a little mixed ready to ride in to help a friend, but also glad he didn’t have to face some of his own misgivings. “K, glad she’s okay. Guess I’ll check you later.”

“Later,” Molly replied as she hung up the phone.

Hearing the line disconnect, Bill’s attention turned to the backseat as he looked at Jasmine in the mirror, “so, what exactly were you doing in here?”