Exclusive club

In the hot evening the streets of Tharros were thronged with people, but the sea of faces parted to allow Zalah and Perrima unobstructed passage, such was the amazement shown at the two women’s appearance.

“Overdressed again…” murmured Zalah, as a particularly rowdy group of humans loudly propositioned them from across the street.

Perrima had been heartened by her friend’s reappearance and was revelling in the attention, so much so that instead of covering herself with the cape until they reached their destination, she let it trail behind her. Striding forwards with her huge tits thrusting out, wearing nothing more than jewellery, she looked even more of a slut than Zalah, who at least had concealed her nipples and pussy.

“So where are we going?” said Zalah. “We’d better get in a place soon, or we’re going to cause a riot!”

“We’re here,” said Perrima.

They had stopped outside the dingiest house on the street. The step was cracked, the door was beaten open, and there was no light issuing from inside.

“We’re going in here?” said Zalah in incredulity. “It looks like a shitheap! I thought you said we were going to party?”

“We are,” said Perrima, going inside.

Zalah sighed and followed her. Both women went into a cold, dark basement. Lice scurried on the floor. Zalah was disgusted. As her eyes adjusted to the dark Zalah watched as Perrima made her way carefully to the far end of the cellar and put her hand into a small alcove. There was a soft but definitive click, and then a door opened in the wall. Warm light flooded in, with the sound of music.

Zalah’s eyes opened wide. “Wow.”

A man stood in the doorway. Hulkingly muscled, he could only be seen in silhouette, with the brightnss of the lamplight behind him. At first, Zalah thought it was a tail that she could see, protruding out from behind him. Then she realised that the appendage was dangling out in front of him, not behind him at all. It was a long, hard cock, pointing down towards the floor.

The man came a step into the cellar. “Perrima!” he cried, “get your ass in here. And you’ve brought a friend I see!”

“Thank you Gilbert,” said Perrima, discarding her cloak and handing it to the man as she entered the place. Zalah followed behind her.

In the corridor, leading to the new room, Perrima whispered to Zalah in an urgent tone. “This is a very exclusive club. A special society, if you like, where well-to-do women of the city can indulge their fantasies without being too conspicuous. Seeing as you’re new, we’ll have to get your membership seconded. But I’ll vouch for you, and we’ll get to that presently…”

The chamber was large, bell shaped, and lit with high lamps and ornate candelabras. There were about a dozen circular tables, each of which seated a woman, sometimes two. Each of them was dressed in a wholly sluttish fashion, not unadjacent to the way in which Zalah and Perrima were adorned. A stage covered the extent of one wall. Naked, huge cocked men were attending to each of the women, serving them drinks and waiting on them.

“This is more like it…” said Zalah, as she and Perrima sat at a table. “Let the good times roll!”