Hard Lesson                by: Kimberly Kennedy

 

Another business meeting out of town, boring presentations and brown nosing. I couldn’t wait for it to end so I could go to the bar and get happy during happy hour. After a couple of drinks in the hotel bar, I realized I would have a better chance to get laid in a convent than this place. I hopped in the car and drove around looking for some thing more promising. I saw a billboard advertisement for a gentlemen’s club and took a mental note of the address. After consulting the map I quickly found the place. My wife frowned on my patronage of these establishments but what she didn’t know won’t hurt her.

Walking in I found beautiful half-naked women every where. I sat at a table enjoying a drink and the dancer on stage. It wasn’t long before her set was over and she was trying to hustle a few bucks from me with a lap dance. She asked me if I wanted to go to the VIP lounge to which I agreed. I was a bit forward and asked her what she was doing after work. Normally I get the usual I don’t go out with customers. I was surprised when she agreed to meet me after work. I returned to my table having a few more drinks waiting for her shift to end. A few hours passed and she showed up smiling at my table. I told her I needed to use the men’s room before we left. Returning to the table I pounded my drink and we headed for the door. In the whole time I hadn’t even asked her name but I guess that really was immaterial. In the parking lot she told me I had been drinking and she would drive. I figured she would just drop me off later to get my rental car.

Just small talk as we drove but the anticipation was building inside me. I had no idea where I was when we pulled up the driveway to a small house in the middle of nowhere. I asked her if she lived alone, to which she told me she rented it with two other girls from the club. Cool I thought maybe the girls were kinky and an orgy would develop. I sat on the sofa waiting for her to return from changing into some thing more comfortable. As I sat there I knew something was wrong, my head started to get heavy and my vision blurred. Shit she must have slipped something in my drink while I was in the bathroom at the club. That was the last thing I remember.

I woke up fuzzy with a headache. I was glad to see that I was still alive but what the hell was going on. I was no longer in my clothes and was shocked when I saw what I was wearing. I had been laced up into a tight black vinyl corset and cold barely take a deep breath. A matching miniskirt and stocking was topped off with red spiked heel shoes and locks on the ankle straps. My arms were covered with black opera gloves and hand cuffed together at the wrists. I wanted to scream but a ball gag had been securely placed in my mouth. I have never been so scared in my life. My fear was distracted when the dancer from the night before waked in the room. Rise and shine sleeping beauty she sarcastically said.

I want you to do exactly as you are told was her instructions. In my present condition I wasn’t in any position to argue. I want you to stand up and look in the mirror she said. The shoes were difficult if not impossible to walk in but I made it to the mirror. If I wasn’t in shock before I stared in disbelief at the reflection before me. My face was painted like a cheap slut, two large silver hoop earrings and topped off with a shoulder length platinum blond wig. I glanced back in her direction looking for some explanation for this nightmare. I knew I wasn’t going to like what she had to say but what choice did I have. I love how you men think just because a girl is a dancer at a club she is some easy bimbo. The dumber we act and the slutier we look the more you pigs get turned on. My roommates and I have developed a little program we like to refer to as sensitivity training. Providing you pass the class you will be returned to your former worthless self. I guess on the bright side they weren’t going to kill me but this wasn’t what I had in mind last night. Sit on the bed and we will call for you when we are ready.

I sat on the bed trying to figure a way out of this mess. I didn’t have; a car, an idea where I was at, money, Id and dressed like this I would have an awful lot of explaining to do. Yes Officer I was kidnapped by a 110-pound stripper and made to dress like a slut. Shit they had me right in the palm of their hand and could squeeze it at will. My thoughts were distracted when the door opened and the three women were standing there. Let’s go one said. Fear struck me where the hell were they going to take me.

They walked me out to the car placed me in the back seat. I noticed the women were dressed far differently then last night. They were as plain as could be wearing jeans, t-shirts and sneakers. None of them were wearing makeup or jewelry. As we drove the women all laughed and joked at my expense. They told me how hot I looked and their dicks were getting hard just looking at me.

We pulled into the empty parking lot of the club from the night before. I saw my rental sitting there but with out the key it was useless. They pulled around back to the rear entrance and parked. They walked me into the club and ordered me to go to the bar and fill their drink order. They sat at tables around the stage and expected me to serve them like some cocktail waitress. While I was getting the drinks one of the girls turned on the lights and went to the DJ booth. Loud dance music began to play as I returned with the drinks on a tray. As I placed the drinks on the table one of the women squeezed my ass. The other girl commented how I was a nice piece of ass she wouldn’t mind banging. Humiliated I wondered if that’s how I acted when I was in these places. Over the PA I heard a voice say coming up next for you on stage the sensuous Shavon. The girl form the DJ booth came over and walked me on stage. She patted me on the ass and told me to dance or else. I can’t dance to begin with and I could barely walk in my shoes. The women waved me over to the edge of the stage and stuffed dollar bills in my G-string. I felt scared and degraded and I could tell these women were enjoying every minute of it. They were far from done with me, as I was about to find out. The one woman leaned on stage and told me she and her friends were interested in a lap dance in the VIP lounge. As I climbed off stage I just wanted this to be over. It hit me then that I probably wasn’t alone with that thought. How many of these dancers probably had the same thought in this place?

In the VIP lounge the women were waiting for me. One woman grabbed me by the hips and spun me around and started grinding my ass against her groin. The women passed me down the line like I was some piece of meat. Each one repeated the routine until they sensed that I had learned a lesson. God I hope this is it, I thought to my self. It was far from over as I was about to find out.

I was escorted back on stage by two of the woman wondering what the third was up to. She came out dragging a sawhorse that had been modified. My eyes widened with fear knowing that it was meant for me. I wanted to resist but knew if I did, I would probably be left dressed like this in the club. I felt one woman push me forward on the sawhorse while the other two spread and secured my ankles to the legs. My arms still cuffed together were clipped to a chain running between the front two legs of the sawhorse. A belt was fastened around my waist holding my torso securely to the top. The helplessness was frightening enough but know where as frightening as what I saw next.

The women appeared before me each wearing large strapons. They were laughing as they passed the KY jelly between them. One of the women spoke to me and said, now you can tell all your drinking buddies you got laid by three strippers. The pain and degradation was unbearable they were merciless. Before it was over one of the women knelt down next to my head and pulled off my wig. She held my head up while the another took a Polaroid of the third still in me. The woman knelt down besides me spoke telling me the picture was their insurance policy. They had my business card, my home address and called information for my home phone number. If I gave them any trouble in the future they would pull the picture from the safety deposit box at the bank and provide copies to every one I knew. She told me she had also spoken to my wife last night. I would hate to tell her what you really do on out of town business meetings. Helpless in disbelief I wondered how many other men had suffered the same fate.

I was released from the horse and escorted to my car still dressed. The key to my cuffs and shoes were tossed on my clothes on the passenger seat. I was helped in the car and sat behind the wheel. As I sat there I watched the three women hop in their car and drive off. I guess my mother was right I always did have to learn things the hard way.

 

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