Adventures of Brooke

Adventures of Brooke

By

Semiater

Brooke sat at her desk trying to finish off the last of her weekly reports, they were due before the end of the day. She wore one of her threadbare dresses, she'd patched the material as well as she could but it still showed its wear and age clearly. Brooke stood 5'6" and epitomized beauty, she was blonde, long legged, and perfectly proportioned with a sweet innocent face. Her hazel eyes made her look like a scared little doe at times, she was only 19 and had already had a hard life, harder than someone so beautiful should ever have to experience.

The phone on her desk rang, startling Brooke from her work.

"Hello." Brooke answered the phone with trepidation.

"Hello, Ms. Lewis, could you please come into my office." Brooke's heart started beating heavy in her chest when she heard her boss's voice on the line. She'd had a bad feeling all week, rumors of layoffs had been circulating the office for the last month. She'd heard that two people had been let go in different departments that morning, and now her boss was calling for her.

Brooke stood on nervous legs and walked the 50ft to William Barton's office door. She knocked softly waiting for him to call her in. William sat behind his massive cherry desk. Brooke had always felt odd in William's presence. He stood just under 6'4" and weighed in at nearly 240 lbs, his physique was chiseled and retained the muscular form developed playing college football. Brooke felt both intimidated and protected in William's presence, his physical bulk both scared her and made her feel safe at the same time.

"Brooke, please, have a seat." William gestured toward the seat in front of his desk. William looked young even though Brooke knew he must have been in his early forties. His hair was a light red, almost more of a blond, it made him look youthful, even with the lines of stress marked out on his face.

Brooke sat in the chair, it had never felt so uncomfortable, or as unwelcoming, as it did at that moment. She knew what was coming, though she didn't want to believe it was true.

"I hate to have to be the one to tell you Brooke, you've been a great employee, and if there was anything I could do believe me, I would. As you might know the company is going through some hard times. The board has dictated a 5% cut across the budget from every department." Brooke started balling.

"No, no, I can't, I can't…I've got bills, and school, and…" She was inconsolable even though her boss never had a chance to finish his little speech. Brooke's tears mixed with begging till she it all seemed to be mere indecipherable babble spouting from her mouth. William stood and moved around his desk, bending over her he hugged Brooke in his bear like grip.

"I'm sorry, there is nothing I can do, I had no choice in the matter, HR rules say that the lowest seniority person has to be cut. Believe me, if there was anything I could do to keep you I would, you've been a great employee." He could feel her body racked with spasms in his hold. He held her tight trying to console her. "You will get one month severance pay, and health care for 6 months. There is nothing more I can do."

Brooke stayed in William's office for over an hour trying to regain her composure. There was nothing her boss could do, she knew it, but it made the truth no easier. She couldn't even bear to say good-bye to her coworkers, her shame was too much. It took only a matter of minutes before she had her cube packed up and William helped her to the door, to a future she didn't have a clue what would be.

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Brooke recoiled from the touch of the hot coffee pot bumping her arm. Her breasts ached from being squeezed in the too small bra she had to wear. Her breasts were large as it was, but working in the dive of a diner her boss had only given her a shirt that must have been two sizes too small, her breasts were squeezed tight in the material leaving no doubt to the size of her breasts. She looked more like an erotic dancer with the massive cleavage visible, instead of what she was, a two bit waitress in an awful greasy spoon. Brooke had already had to hold off the owner twice when he'd cornered her in the backroom. She had to be careful not to bend at the waist otherwise her short skirt would ride up on her thighs and flash anybody in sight. She never would have stayed with the job normally, but she was desperate. After being laid off she'd had to drop out of night school, and without a college degree, with the job market as it was, she couldn't find anything at all.

Brooke ignored the customer touching her knee as she took his order.

"I'll be there in a minute." Brooke screamed toward a man who entered the diner. She nearly dropped the tray of food as she slipped on a wet spot on the floor. The place was packed, it was a dive, popular after the bars closed, but it also served the local office buildings during the day.

Brooke grabbed her notepad and tried to avoid exploring hands as she moved to the new customer already seated in the booth.

"Our specials are…" Brooke nearly dropped her order pad when she saw her old boss sitting in the booth, he was still wearing a suit, but his tie was loosened around the neck and he looked haggard.

"Brooke Lewis, I can't believe that's you." Brooke blushed and tried to cover the deep V of her cleavage. "How are things?"

"Not so good, I can't find any good jobs, I can't…" Brooke hesitated, she didn't want to burden William with her problems. It wasn't his fault she was out of a job.

"Can I take your order?"

"Yeah, yeah, sorry, I just got out of the office, it's really a mess, its probably better you're gone, its really rott…" William cut his dialogue short, knowing he'd probably gone too far trying to make her feel better. "I'll have the special: Scrambled, sausage and white toast." Brooke scratched out the order on her pad.

"It'll just be a few minutes." Brooke sulked away, humiliated that William had seen her like this. A few other people from the office had come in, but most didn't recognize her in the awful outfit, it was better that way.

Brooke didn't speak at all as she set down William's breakfast and walked to the kitchen, it was 2 o' clock in the morning and all Brooke wanted to do was go home and die.

"Can I get you anything else." Brooke kept her eyes focused on the dirty plates too ashamed to look into William's face.

"No, I'm fine, thank you." Brooke ripped the top sheet of paper from her pad and set it down on the table. She started moving away.

"Brooke, wait. William took his wallet out of his jacket pocket and set down a $50 bill. Brooke's face went bright red, but she took the money. She tried to scurry away but William handed her his card.

"This is my cell number, give me a call, I might be able to set you up with a job at a club I'm a member of. It pays a lot, but—" Brooke smiled for the first time since William had entered the diner.

"That would be great, I really don't want to waitress but…"

"Calm down, don't get too excited, it's not exactly waitressing exactly, it's…well, give me a call tomorrow and we'll get together and talk about it more. I'll explain it all in detail then." William got up and headed out of the diner. Brooke wanted to run after him and beg him to tell her now about the job but she picked up the dirty plates and walked dejectedly to the kitchen. She stuffed the $50 bill in her bra and readied herself for the next 6 hours of work.

Brooke couldn't sleep when she got home. She'd had a hard enough time adjusting to the graveyard shift as it was, but with William's prospect of a better job for her there was no way she could get to sleep. She held off as long as she could before calling him the next day, she caught him just as he was leaving for lunch. Brooke could barely get the words out when he finally picked up the line.

"Hello, Mr. Barton, this is Brooke, Brooke Lewis, you told me to call you," Brooke hesitated about mentioning the job, perhaps she'd been dreaming, "about a job, at your club?" William was silent, Brooke felt her stomach tense, maybe it was all a dream.

"Meet me tonight at O'Tooles, at 9, do you know it? It's down by the river." Brooke knew where the bar was, but she'd never been there, she'd been told it was a rather sketchy place.

"Yes, I know where it's at, can you tell me a little about the job, I really—"

"Meet me tonight, we'll have to discuss it in person." William hung up the phone. Brooke held the handset to her ear hoping he'd say something reassuring but the line was dead.

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William was sitting at the back of the bar when she walked in. Brooke's ears burned as they always did when she felt like people were watching her. She could sense the eyes on her as she stumbled over the rickety floorboards toward where William sat in a dark booth against the wall. Brooke had worn her nicest skirt and blouse, she was completely out of place with the clientele, latex and leather were much more the nature of the place. William wore a fine wool suit but seemed perfectly at ease in the run down bar. As she approached the table Brooke thought William looked like in control of the whole place, he looked dominant.

"Hi." Brooke nervously greeted William.

"Have a seat Brooke." Brooke's thighs slid across the black vinyl of the seat.

"Thanks so much for telling me about this job, I really—"

"Calm down Brooke. I have to explain some about this job before we go any further." William fumbled with the napkin under his drink.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" Brooke thought he looked nervous, not much, but she thought he looked the slightest bit uncomfortable.

"No, I'm fine."

"I wouldn't bring this job up at all, but I know you're going through hard times and need the money."

"No, please, anything would be—" William cut Brooke off with a nod.

"I'd appreciate if you don't mention anything about this to anybody, for my sake, I need to be concerned about appearances, with the company, and, well, with my wife and family…" Brooke felt a mounting sense of unease come over her. William ripped at the napkin in his hand not looking at Brooke.

"There is this club I belong to, I don't know if you're familiar with Bondage and S&M." Brooke let out a gasp of shock. She pressed back into the booth unconsciously. William continued to look at his hands.

"The club is always in need of new girls, beautiful, fresh girls like you…"

"I can't, I can't!" Brooke pulled her jacket over her shoulders and started to get up. "I really appreciate your trying to help me, but…" Brooke didn't know how to respond, her face was bright red and she couldn't speak. Just as she was about to leave William grabbed for her arm and gently stopped her.

"I'm sorry, it was wrong of me to bring it up. I didn't mean to imply anything, it's just that I was worried about you and your money problems. Girls at the club can make a LOT of money." Brooke slid out of William's grasp.

"I really appreciate your thoughts, but I just can't…" Brooke headed toward the door. She couldn't breathe in the smoke filled club. Her head was pounding, her heart was racing like she'd just run a marathon.

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Brooke took a huge swig of mouthwash, she let it sit in her mouth and then spat it out a few moments later. She'd gone through the whole bottle and still she couldn't get the taste out of her mouth. The diner owner threatened to fire her if she didn't give him a blow job. He'd driven her to the park by the river and made her go down on him while he stroked her hair. She thought she'd gag the way he forced her head down over his member.

Brooke climbed in the shower and let the warm water fall down over her body. Her breasts were still marked red from where the tight uniform pressed into her soft flesh. She'd put out at least 200 resumes over the months since she'd been laid off, but nothing had come of it. Without the college degree she couldn't get anything, the economy was tough, and without a job she couldn't pay to go back to school to get the degree, it was a horrible catch-22 and she was trapped.

Brooke dried herself with the moth eaten towel and thought about calling William.

Brooke's fingers would barely work as she pulled William's card from her wallet. Even though she'd told him no at their first meeting she'd never thrown away his card.

"Hello, Mr. Barton, this is Brooke Lewis, if it's still open, I'd like to try that job at your club." Brooke could barely choke out the words. She didn't even know what Bondage or S&M was really, other than a gut reaction idea about pain and leather. Her mouth was dry waiting for William to say something, after what seemed like minutes he finally spoke.

"Okay, I'll set up an interview with the club manager. It shouldn't be a problem for me to get you in, I'm on the board of directors, though I would like to meet with you beforehand to discuss a little about the club.

"Yes sir." Brooke knew she didn't have any other choice.

Brooke showed up at the bar again, this time she'd worn what amounted to her slutiest outfit, though it wasn't much on the risqué side for the place. Her blouse was a low cut V, and her skirt just came to her knees. William was waiting in the same booth as before for her.

"Hello Brooke." She couldn't look him in the eyes as she slid into the dark corner.

"I guess I should tell you a little about the club. It's not a place you would have heard of, we don't advertise, it's very exclusive, and discretion is of primary importance, you must understand that now before anything. Even if you decide not to work in the club you must never speak of it. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good." Brooke crossed her arms over her chest wishing she'd worn something else. "You could make a lot of money working at the club Brooke, you could probably work as a waitress in the bar. You'd make more than you make now, or when you did at the company. You'd be naked of course, or in leather, there might be occasional whippings, you'd make a good deal of money wairtressing, though not as much as you would if you decided to become an Associate." Brooke looked at her hands. Her ears were burning, she could feel the butterflies in her stomach.

"If you decided to work as an Associate the schedule is quite nice, 24 hours on, 24 hours off, working only three days a week. And the money…"

I don't know, it's just so—" Brooke looked William in the eyes and blushed, he didn't seem to react in the slightest.

"You don't have a boyfriend, do you Brooke?" It was always a delicate question, one she'd dreaded answering, as beautiful as she was people could never understand how she didn't have anybody in her life.

"If you decide to work at the club you could think of the time as an exploration period, you could learn a great deal about yourself." Brooke pushed her nail into her cuticle.

"I don't mean to put undo pressure on you Brooke, I haven't told you much about the club but I did have to pull strings to set you up with an interview. There is a long waiting list of girls who want to give themselves to the club and well, it is only as a favor to me that your process is moving along so quickly. I don't want to hurry you, but when I introduce you to Nathan--he is the manager of the club—he will push you to decide quickly. Are you prepared to do so?" William took a sip of his drink. "Would you still like to meet him?" Brooke pushed her nail into her finger almost to the point of drawing blood.

"The money is good, more than you could make elsewhere. You would be doing some rather extreme fetish, but it is safe, and controlled…" Brooke didn't even hear William's words anymore. Her heart was pounding, when William reached out and touched her hand she nearly jumped from her seat.

William could barely hear Brooke respond but he knew she'd said "Yes". He paid the bill and helped Brooke to his car. He'd driven his big SUV with the dark tinted windows. Brooke was silent in the passenger seat as they drove away from the bar.

William pulled into a deserted industrial complex a few moments later and turned off the engine.

"I will have to blindfold you, the club's whereabouts must, and will, remain secret to you, even if you do decide to work there." William pulled a black silk cloth from his jacket pocket and gently wrapped it around Brooke's head.

"Please lean forward." Brooke bent at the waist. She felt the metal cuffs close around her wrists. She swallowed loudly as the mechanisms locked shut around her arm. Brooke felt William's hands at her shoulders pushing her to the floor of the front seat.

"Just relax, we'll be there in a short while." The truck started up and was on its way. Brooke lost track of how much time passed, her thoughts were too occupied with what might come next. Her head was pounding, she wanted to say something to William but she didn't know what, he just hummed quietly along with the music on the radio. Brooke was surprised when the truck came to a halt and the engine was turned off, it seemed too soon, she wasn't ready, she didn't move. William got out of the driver's side and then opened the passenger door. She felt his arms up under her shoulders helping her out of the high truck.

"We're here." William led her by the elbow through passage after passage till she was finally set down on a smooth leather chair.

"Lean forward." When Brooke bent at the waist she heard the keys in the locks of the cuffs. She shook the hair out of her face after the blindfold was removed. The room was gorgeous, meticulously carved walnut covered every surface. Floor to ceiling shelves were filled with innumerable books, some looked new with colorful dust jackets, while others were gilt leather of every shade. Brooke was seated in a deep burgundy leather chair situated before a massive oak desk. William sat down in the chair to her right. Brooke didn't notice the man that stood behind her watching her every move till he spoke.

"Hello Ms. Lewis." Brooke twisted violently to see the man moving toward her from behind. He extended his hand and introduced himself.

"I'm Nathan Saville, the manager and director of the club, I trust you had a pleasant trip?" Brooke's hands were clammy as she sweated nervously.

"Hello." Brooke stuttered out the word, her eyes were fixed on the man who moved behind the huge desk.

"I'm very glad to meet you Ms. Lewis, may I call you Brooke?" Nathan sat in the large chair and picked a piece of paper from the desk, he studied it intently.

"Yes, please, just call me Brooke." She watched him with rapt attention, studying him as he studied her. Nathan looked to be just under 6' tall. He looked like a runner. His frame was very thin with square shoulders. He wore a finely tailored gray suit. He had small round gold framed glasses that gave him a very intellectual, or academic, air.

"I understand from Bill that you're interested in working for us."

"Well, yes, the money sounds good…" Brooke was hesitant.

"Has he explained to you what the club is?" Brooke wrung her hands together.

"Yes, kind of…"

"The club is rather hard to explain, I would like to show you around a little to give you a better sense of what we do here." An uneasy silence filled the room.

"First I'd like to tell you a little about pay since you seem to be primarily interested in that." Nathan set down the sheet of paper and locked his eyes on Brooke. "There are two jobs, either working as a waitress in our bars and lounges, or as one of the full Associates. A waitress's salary starts at $50K for a one year contract. You would be expected to serve drinks, and given the nature of the club, you may be whipped or used by the patrons for occasional light duty. You may be bound, and most certainly you will be naked." Brooke blushed, her eyes locked on the lions head carved into the foot of the desk.

"As an Associate you would be available for full use by the patrons, that includes complete sexual use and some rather extreme fetish and BDSM, acts. As a full Associate you would work a 24 hour on, 24 hour off schedule for a 3 day work week. The starting pay for a full Associate is $100K for a one year contract." Nathan picked up the sheet of paper again and seemed to be analyzing it.

"On the surface you may think that waitress position pays more relative to what would be expected of you as a full Associate? In terms of salary that is quite true, but the difference in earning power is in potential bonuses. A full Associate may earn up to $30K per month in bonuses here at the club—if not more—while a waitress would be lucky to earn $5000 during a great month. In fact many girls who start off as waitresses switch to Associates very soon after they start." Nathan set the piece of paper on the desk again, Brooke wondered what it said.

"I understand you've had some serious financial problems of late." Nathan took off his glasses, he bit down on the ear-piece and looked over Brooke's body. "You could make a great deal of money as a full Associate." Brooke shuddered, she still didn't know what any of it was all about but the money they were talking about made the decision easier and easier to contemplate.

"Both positions are on a contract basis. Initially all contracts are for a one year term. You will receive a $10K bonus on the 31 ^st day of employment at the club. On the 30 ^th day there is an escape clause should you find the work is not for you, but if you choose to take the escape you will get no bonus at all." Brooke looked at William, he stared at her but gave no indication of what he was thinking.

"I should mention the penalties for poor performance. Customer service is of prime importance to myself, and the members of the club, while you may earn bonuses for pleasing the patrons you may also earn punishments if your behavior is found to be unacceptable. Punishments will be doled out according to the seriousness of the issue." Nathan smirked, it was off putting to Brooke, she felt the burning in her belly as her face went flush.

"Would you like to look around my dear and see what we do here?"

"Y—y—yes." Nathan stood up and moved back around the desk.

"Would you please stand up." Brooke got to her feet, Nathan was standing only inches in front of her, he ran his hand down the side of her cheek.

"I need you to remove your clothes." Brooke's eyes went wide.

"What, I…"

"I must see your body, and also it will let me see how you react to being naked in public." Brooke held her arms tight to her chest almost hugging herself for security. Brooke tried to look to William for support but he was impassive.

"Brooke," Nathan cupped her chin gently, "there is a reason we pay so much here." Brooke slowly uncrossed her arms and started with the buttons on her blouse. One by one she released the small clasps allowing her shirt to spread wider and wider. Reaching behind her back she slowly undid the button of her skirt and then lowered the zipper letting the fabric to fall to the floor around her ankles. Brooke felt her skin go cold as she knew the eyes of William and Nathan were on her. She opened her blouse and let the material slide off her shoulder's, it fell to the floor on top of her skirt. Brooke could feel her nipples go hard, she hesitated for a moment hoping she'd stripped enough, but when she heard Nathan clear his throat she knew she would be allowed no modesty. Brooke removed the clasp on her bra and let the shimmering lace join her blouse and skirt on the carpet, it seemed like time had stopped, every sound was magnified. Brooke slid her fingers under the elastic of her panties, closing her eyes she worked the lace down over her long legs, she tried to cover her sex with her hands, she felt embarrassed as William and Nathan saw her recently shaved mound.

"Move your hands away please." Brooke's hands shook as she exposed her sex.

"Look at me." Small tears trailed down Brooke's cheeks as she looked at Nathan.

"You have a very nice body, you shouldn't be embarrassed showing it off. Please put your hands behind your back." Brooke's shoulders twitched as she moved her hands to the small of her back. William--her former boss--moved behind her and she felt the cold steel of cuffs lock onto her wrists again. Nathan pressed close to her chest and she felt his hand rub the smooth surface of her sex.

"Nice touch." Brooke could feel his hand move over the smooth surface. "Please open your mouth." Brooke whimpered softly as she spread her jaws wide. Nathan took from his pocket a bright red ball gag and pushed it between her teeth, he then locked the leather strap behind her head. Brooke swung her head side to side shocked by the intrusion in her mouth.

"Calm down." Brooke could feel her heart beating wildly, William patted her on the shoulder trying to calm her.

"Shall we visit the bar first?" Nathan started toward the door, with his hand at her elbow William directed her toward the door. Brooke could feel the tightness in her belly as she took quick breaths through her nose. William let go of her arm and she followed silently along down the softly lit hall. Brass fittings sparkled in the dim light, carved wood panels and exquisite oil paintings lined the halls. Brooke's throat was dry, her jaws ached already from being spread wide by the gag. She could hear the sound of music grow as they approached the door at the end of the hall.

Brooke held her breath as Nathan opened the door with the swipe of an electronic key card, she couldn't make out much in the dark bar as the door swung open.

Small intimate booths lined the walls, behind the bar huge gleaming mirrors reflected the alcohol bottles piled high in orderly rows. A girl quickly moved to the three new entrants, she was naked except for a black leather thong a stainless steel ring around her ankle, there was a thick collar around her neck.

"May I get you a table sirs'?" The girl's body shuddered and she started to moan. Brooke could see the girl's thigh's convulse as she tried to stay focused on the new entrants, she was poised on heels that seemed impossibly high. "Would you like a…a booth…or a…", she could barely eke out the words. Brooke could hear a loud buzzing.

Nathan grabbed for a small tag dangling from the girl's collar. "No 720, I'm just showing around one of our potential Associates, tell her how you like working here?" The girl shifted her weight from leg to leg, the buzzing seemed to grow louder.

"It's wonderful…ehh, it's…" the girl's eyes rolled back in her head. "I've never made so much money and…" she couldn't finish the thought. Brooke watched as the girl's body shuddered, every muscle seemed to twitch violently, then the buzzing stopped. The girl slowly recovered her composure, she was still panting softly when Nathan told her she could go away.

"Thank you master." The girl turned and shuffled away. Brooke could see the stripes cutting across her back and thighs. Nathan turned and spoke to Brooke.

"All girls here at the club are assigned numbers that they are identified by. The numbers allow the patrons to request girls and they also facilitate accounting and security procedures.

Brooke could hear moaning coming from the booth to her right. At first she didn't see where the noise was coming from, then she caught the sight of blonde hair moving up and down between a man's legs.

"Shall we continue the tour?" Brooke blushed as she turned away from the man getting a blow job. She followed along silently behind William and Nathan, her nipples were hard, she could feel the eyes of the men around the bar on her naked body. She desperately wanted to cover herself but there was nothing she could do with her hands cuffed. As they walked through the bar Brooke saw another waitress standing at attention, this one has her arms pulled behind her back with her wrists pulled together so her palms touched the opposite elbow. The girl's forearms were strapped together and she was gagged. The leather straps cut across her face making her cheeks are hollow as her jaw was spread wide. The girl's nipples were pulled taut as clips were attached to the sensitive buds, thin wires ran from the clips to a serving tray looped over her leather thong.

"Drink's are ready!" Brooke jumped as the bartender called out from behind the heavy wood bar. The girl with the tray turned and bent at the knees as the bartender placed drinks carefully on the tray. The girl groaned as the added weight tugged on hard on her nipples. With obvious care she started across the floor past Brooke. Nathan reached out and grabbed the girl's shoulder.

"I would like to speak to you after you've delivered your drinks." The girl grunted in response as Nathan let go of her shoulder. Brooke watched wide-eyed as the girl walked to one of the booths, four men sat in the dark alcove. Brooke watched as the girl bent at the knees and set the edge of the tray on the table. Her body started shaking as a loud buzzing hummed across the room to where Brooke stood watching. The four men were in no hurry to take their drinks, casually they watched as the girl struggled to maintain balance and not spill any of the drinks. Only when the men had finished tormenting the girl did she stand upright and move gingerly towards Nathan. The girl moved with eyes downcast as the buzzing grew louder as she moved closer. When she was directly in front of Nathan he reached behind her head and unclipped the harness holding in the gag. Brooke gulped as Nathan pulled a large penis gag from the girl's mouth with a slurping sound. She was pumping and gyrating her hips as the buzzing continued to grow louder and louder.

"Brooke here is considering joining our team," Nathan reached for the tag at the girl's collar, "#931, please tell her why you are bound as you are." The girl looked at the floor, her hips still moved in swirling motions as she started to speak.

"Sir, I was late for work, I missed my appointed pick up time and now I am being punished." The girl choked out the words.

"Do you feel that the punishment was out of line?" The girl moaned and moved her hips in wide arcs.

"No sir, I was…aahhhhh…I was…I was at fault, the punishment was deserved, ahhhh." Brooke could see the trails of liquid run down the inside of the girl's thighs.

"Thank you #931." Nathan lifted the saliva coated penis gag toward her mouth, the girl opened her jaws to allow the gag to be put in without a fight, the loud buzzing went silent and the girl's hips stopped moving.

"You may go back to your duties #931." The girl nodded and walked cautiously to the end of the bar. Nathan turned to Brooke and looked her in the eyes.

"You may have wondered what the buzzing you heard was?" Brooke shook her head softly. "Our waitresses, and sometimes our Associates, wear specially fitted thongs, these thongs are equipped with vibrating dildos and clit stimulators." Nathan pulled a small black remote out of his pocket, it almost looked like a pager. "When a girl fitted with one of these thongs approaches a member, that man may activate the vibrators. He may control the speed and intensity of the vibrations, each member, or guest, is given one of these remotes, and as an employee of the club you will be required to perform your duties in spite of any arousal you might feel, that is, if you choose to accept a job here." Brooke didn't respond. She was so shocked she'd almost forgot about her nakedness, that was till another man stepped toward where she stood, the man reached out to shake Nathan's hand as Brooke blushed a deep red.

"Hello Nathan, Martin Peterson, how is business?" Brooke recognized the man's name instantly, though she couldn't' recall why, she wasn't sure, but she thought he was a city councilman, or maybe school board member. Brooke turned her face away from the men, she could feel the shame race through her, she could feel the man's eyes move over her naked body.

"I'd like to take this one down into the dungeons, is she available or are you using her today?" Brooke shuddered when she realized he was talking about her. The hair on the back of her neck stood and she felt like her stomach would explode.

"I'm afraid she'd not available, at least not yet…" Nathan paused, his eyes moved over Brooke's luscious body, "actually I'm showing her around now to see if she'd like to work in the club." Martin reached out to touch Brooke, she stumbled backward as the tips of his fingers grazed the hard points of her nipples.

"Well, if you decide to work here I'll definitely throw some business your way." With exquisite grace he dropped his hand to his side with little acknowledgement of Brooke's rebuff. Across the bar he spotted another girl, she wore a long shimmering evening gown. Martin extended his hand to Nathan. "It was nice to see you again, I think I've found a replacement." He nodded knowingly at Nathan and looked toward the girl across the bar.

Brooke watched in total astonishment as Martin moved away from them toward the girl, the pair barely spoke for a minute before they started walking arm and arm out of the bar.

"Making members happy is the priority of the club." Brooke was shocked back into the moment as Nathan spoke. He grabbed her by the elbow and started leading her toward the main entrance of the bar. The three moved in silence down another ornately decorated hall. The incongruity that she felt still having on her shoes and socks while walking undressed made her feel all the more naked.

They passed through two massive oak doors into what looked like a lounge. Girls in fine dresses sat among leather chairs, some whispered quietly to one another while their eyes all watched Nathan move into the room. A few men sat among the girls, some talking, some reading the many books that filled shelves lining the walls. The lighting was soft, Brooke spied a naked girl huddled in the corner, she wore a black thong and held a tray ready to supply drinks to any member who wanted. Nathan turned to look at Brooke while letting go of her elbow.

"This is one of the areas where members choose girls they'd like to be with, other members may prefer the bar, and others choose girls at the pool, which I will show you shortly." Brooke couldn't bear to look Nathan in the eyes. "There are also the caged girls in the dungeon." At the opposite end of the room another pair of doors opened and two men passed into the lounge. Four or five girls from around the room got to their feet and formed an orderly line before the newly entered men. The girls stood in silence as the men looked them over, touching them at will and exposing their breasts and sex by lifting the girl's dresses. All the girls wore leather collars around their necks with shiny silver tags. Brooke saw the brushed metal bracelets that were locked around the left ankle of each of the girls'.

One of the two men clipped a chain to a girl's neck collar and tugged her out of line, she followed without complaint as he pulled her softly behind him. The other man waved the assembled girls away and headed past them toward the bar. The dismissed girls' filtered back to their seats quietly.

"Shall we visit the pool first, and then head down into the dungeons?" Brooke felt a jolt through her system. The word dungeon, she couldn't fathom the concept, she couldn't imagine any of it really, the whole idea of the club still seemed so surreal.

Brooke followed silently along behind Nathan as he moved down yet another hall. As they neared the end of the passage Brooke could hear sounds of a pool, she could hear giggling girls and splashing water. When Nathan opened the door they entered a massive chamber, the pool was huge. Across a large swath of water was an indoor beach with sand and palms, around the pool were innumerable beach chairs and small cabanas. Bikini clad girl's frolicked in shallow water while others lay on the sand or playing topless volleyball nearby. Brooke watched as one gorgeous little Asian girl was led into a cabana by an overweight man in a Speedo.

The girls around the pool--like in all other areas of the club she'd seen--were young. Brooke didn't think any of them looked much older than her, perhaps 25 being the oldest. All the girls were of phenomenal beauty. A few of the girl's looked over at her and Nathan near the entrance of the pool, but none stared for long.

"This is our pool, there is a gym too." Nathan pointed toward a large stretch of windows along one wall. Brooke could see a few men working out behind the glass. "Shall we head into the dungeons now?" Brooke's whole body started trembling. Never before had she ever considered BDSM, now she was on the threshold of becoming an active player, it wasn't so much that she was afraid of being thought weird or found out, she had little in the way of close friends, and of family, she had even less, perhaps a few distant cousins but that was it. Both her parents had been only children and died of lung cancer before she'd turned 20. Their early deaths and the medical bills they'd racked up had in part forced Brooke into the position she was in now, selling herself to a BDSM club. She had too many bills and no prospect of getting a good job without finishing her college degree, which of course she couldn't afford to do…it was a huge catch-22, and she didn't see any other way out.

Nathan took hold of Brooke's elbow and led her out of the pool, though she still felt completely ashamed she was starting to get used to being naked in public. Nathan stopped her before an elevator door, the heavily grained wood doors opened without needing to be called.

Brooke felt her knees shake as the car began descending.

"This is really what our members come for, the dungeons." Brooke stared straight ahead as Nathan spoke. "We have a wide assortment of theme rooms for their pleasure." To Brooke it seemed as though Nathan had emphasized the word "their", the butterflies ran rampant in her stomach. "We also have rooms upstairs, a hotel of sorts, but our members primarily come to use girls in the dungeons." Almost on cue the car came to a halt and the doors of the elevator opened. It was immediately obvious that the atmosphere in the dungeon was different from where they'd just come. Instead of fine carved wood and brass fittings the dungeon was formed of cut stone, the air was moist, and humid, rudimentary lights barely lit the cavernous hall that opened before them. Brooke felt her stomach churn, she wanted to turn and run, but Nathan and William led her on toward a pair of steel doors at the end of the passage. The sound of footsteps echoing off the cool stone only served to intensify the foreboding Brooke felt.

Nathan pushed a key card into the illuminated pad to the right of the door. The locking mechanism disengaged and the huge doors swung open. A new sensation hit Brooke immediately, it took an instant for her to recognize what it was, but when she did her body went numb. What she recognized was the smell of bodies, of sweat, and of sex. Shock turned to horror when Brooke saw the caged girls in the room, they were all naked, some were gagged, some knelt in cages no bigger than that which would house a dog, other's were in narrow steel frames. Brooke saw all the girls' eyes locked upon her, she didn't see anger in them, it was more as if they were sizing her and her companions up. Brooke nearly jumped out of her skin when Nathan started speaking.

"Some of our guests prefer to choose their girls' from cages." Nathan spoke matter of factly as if he was talking about picking food from a supermarket shelf. Brooke had barely time to look at all the caged girls before Nathan moved her forward through the chamber, they paused before a closed door where Nathan swiped his card again, the lock clicked and they pushed forward. William took hold of Brooke's elbow and pushed her into the dark narrow passage, she felt claustrophobic when the door slammed and locked behind them, Brooke couldn't see more than a foot or two in front of her as Nathan started speaking.

"From these passages we can observe the different rooms of the dungeon. We monitor the activities of all members and girls' for security." The passage turned to the right. The hallway was dark and barely lit, most of the light came through huge glass panels on the right side of the narrow hallway. Brooke gasped when she looked through the first huge pane of glass, though she could barely believe what she saw. A girl was in the middle of the room, she was bent forward at the waist, her wrist's were pulled high in the air behind her back. The girl's pendulous breasts swayed beneath her model like body, her legs were spread wide and locked to the floor with steel chains. Gleaming copper cable trailed from metal clips biting down on the delicate buds of her nipples. The girl's body dripped with sweat. The room was decorated to look like a tropical jungle, huge palm leaves funneled rain that fell in a mist from the ceiling to the ground. Brooke saw more evil looking clips pinching the skin of the girl's labia between their teeth. The copper cable that fell from both the girl's nipples and labia ran together to a box set on a wooden table. The girl's head was turned to look at a man sitting with his hand resting on the box. The girl's hair was stringy with sweat and fell off her head in clumps.

Suddenly the girl's body jerked in a violent convulsion, her back arched and her stomach went hard. Brooke could see the girl was screaming, spittle shot from her open mouth across the room and sprayed the glass. Nathan pushed a button next to the huge window and the girl's screams shattered the silence of the small passage.

The girl's body slumped in her bonds when the current was turned off. Brooke could see the strain in her upper arms as her weight hung from the cold steel locked around her wrists.

"This is one of our jungle rooms, many of our guests like to think they're interrogating prisoners. If you look in the corner," Nathan pointed to the far wall in the room, "there is a whipping post, there is also a steel isolation box among other things. We have two rooms like this, they can be thought of as either Latin American rainforests or Asian jungles. We have a bamboo cage that can be brought in if the guest would like." The man in the room stood and dropped his pants. His cock was already hard and he thrust into the bent over girl without foreplay. Nathan pushed the button next to the glass and the sound of slapping flesh went silent.

"Shall we head on to the next room?" Brooke could barely feel her legs.

They moved forward to the next large pane of glass. This time the stage looked archaic, like something out of Arthurian legend, the room looked like a medieval dungeon. There were two girls in the room, both were naked, one was bent at the waist, her head and wrists were locked in wooden stocks, the two pieces of wood fit snug and held her strictly in place. A man in a long brown hooded robe was whipping her with a cane. The girl's mouth was gaping, her eyes were closed and she was screaming. Brooke watched in horror as the cane seemed to fall in slow motion towards the girl's body. The flexible wood landed repeatedly over the girl's back and hips, Brooke could see the girl's skin ripple with the force of the strikes.

The second girl in the room, she too was restrained, but unlike the other girl who was bound upright in the stocks the second girl sat on the cold stone of the floor. Her legs and wrists were locked in a large wooden block. With her leg's spread wide she was bent forward at the waist, her wrists were locked in the block between her splayed legs. Her back was lined with marks from the monk's cane. Nathan's voice shocked Brooke back into the reality of where she was.

"This is what we refer to as our inquisition chamber, it is very popular, we have two other chambers that are very similar to this one. In one there is a rack and in the other a wheel for breaking heathens." Nathan looked Brooke in the eyes, she felt a shudder run down her spine. "I trust you would have confessed quickly had Torquemada got hold of you." Nathan grinned, he seemed in good humor but Brooke wasn't sure if she could say the same. "Shall we take a look at a few more of our theme rooms?"

Brooke shuffled slowly behind, she didn't know what to think, the idea of the money, even as a waitress, appealed to her, but she didn't know if she was ready for this. Never before had she considered doing something so wild.

The next window revealed what looked to be a doctor's office, or more precisely an OB/GYN's office. Brooke could see the chair with the stirrups that made it clear what it was. A young girl sat alone in the room, she was wearing a hospital gown, one of those that does little to hide a person from behind. Brooke thought the girl looked nervous, she still had on a pair of little white socks and Brooke could see the stainless steel band around her ankle.

"This is one of our doctors office themed rooms, as you might expect many of our guests very much enjoy it. We have a wide assortment of instruments for our guest's to use, such as speculums, but I think the greatest appeal is the chair." Brooke stared at the girl as she sat alone on the examination table, her cute little feet hung free over the ground.

Nathan started forward toward the next window, he didn't have to tell Brooke what the next room was when they looked through the glass. When Nathan pushed the audio button to the left of the window the loud creaking came clearly through the speaker. Brooke could hear the moans of the girl and grunts from the man using her. The iron cot the pair were on was small, but filled most of the space in the room. Iron bars made it clear the theme of the room was of a jail cell, the man on top of the girl wore the remnants of a police uniform, his pants, his nightstick, and various other implements lay strewn across the floor of the small cell. The girl's wrists were locked with cuffs to the frame of the cot above her head. Brooke was surprised to hear the girl wail in what was obviously pleasure as the man slammed down into her sex with his cock. Brooke blushed as the girl panted in orgasm. Brooke couldn't concentrate on Nathan's words as the girl screamed in ecstasy, she felt sympathy for the girl even though it was obvious she was enjoying being fucked. Suddenly the sound of the girl's pleasure went silent as Nathan turned off the audio.

"Hgh hum," Nathan cleared his throat to get Brooke's attention, "as I was saying, this little tour gives you a good idea of what goes on here in the club, shall we head upstairs and settle some last little business?" Brooke couldn't take her eyes off the scene in the cell, the girl wrapped her legs tight around the fake cop and moved to meet his thrusts.

Nathan led Brooke and William out of the dungeons back to his office. As soon as the door slammed shut behind them Brooke felt William releasing the cuffs holding her wrists behind her back. Nathan started toward his desk as Brooke rubbed her wrists.

"Ms. Lewis, you may get dressed." Her clothes were still lying on the floor as she'd left them. Brooke's face went flush again when she realized her nakedness, she'd almost forgotten about it.

Neither man spoke as she put on her clothes. Brooke kept her head lowered so she wouldn't catch their eyes upon her, though she knew they watched her every move. When she was dressed again Nathan spoke.

"Please, sit down Ms. Lewis." Brooke smoothed her skirt and sat in the huge cushioned leather chair.

"Our facilities our extensive, there is much more to the club than what you saw today. Our clients are exclusive and demand to be pleased, they expect to be protected within the confines of the club, you could earn a great deal of money working here, but nothing that goes on here should ever leave this building." Nathan lifted his arms in an expansive gesture. "Much will be asked of you if you choose to work here. You would be paid a great deal of money because there are few limits to what could happen. You would be paid a great deal because discretion is absolutely necessary." Nathan stood and moved around in front of the desk toward Brooke, he pulled an envelope from his suit pocket and dropped it in her lap. "In that envelop is $5000, it is yours for coming here today. Even if you never return to work at the club you must never speak of what you saw here, there will be consequences if it is found out you've said anything." There was no levity in Nathan's eyes as he locked his vision on her. "In one weeks time a black van will pull up in front of your apartment at 8am, if you would like to work for the club be there waiting, wear an overcoat and be naked underneath." Nathan hovered over Brooke, she didn't look up, she stared at his shoes, her heart was beating like mad. "If you are not there next week, do not attempt to contact William again about working at the club. This is your only opportunity. If you show up next week you will be kept here for two weeks, consider it a training period. In that time you will have extensive medical examinations, including blood tests. We pride ourselves on being a safe place, both for our guests and our Associates. In your training you will also be introduced to many things I'm sure you've never experienced before." Brooke could feel the weight of the envelope on her thigh, she wanted to look inside and see if there was really money in there, $5000 wouldn't solve all her money woes--her credit card debts and the debts of her parents loomed much larger--but the money would hold the wolves at bay at least temporarily.

"Are you listening to me?" Nathan stood over her, she felt her heart flutter just like when she'd got in trouble when she was in school.

"You have a great opportunity Brooke, William has gone out of his way to help you, the choice is now yours. You may think that only the customers receive pleasure in the club, but believe me, the pleasure is reciprocal. Most girls can not go back to a normal lifestyle after they've been here, many sell themselves to members, or allow themselves to be auctioned off when their contract with the club is up." Brooke felt a cold chill down her spine, the hair on the back of her neck stood upright. She couldn't grasp what he was talking about exactly, at least she didn't want to admit that the concept could exist at all.

"So, if you would like to be a part of our club I suggest you be outside your place waiting for the van. You have one week to decide, think about the decision carefully." Nathan ran his hand gently through Brooke's hair, she closed her eyes and found herself trying to move her head along with his caress. When she opened her eyes again she jerked away in embarrassment. Nathan chuckled softly and moved back behind his desk.

"Consider your options Ms. Lewis, I believe you would fit nicely within the club, I can tell already." Brooke could barely choke back the tears of humiliation she felt. She was so confused. "William will drive you home, you have a great deal to think about." Brooke heard William get up and move behind her.

"I must blindfold you again." In an instant her world went black. Brooke felt William's hands at her shoulders helping her up. She squeezed the envelope tight in her hand, the paper crumpled in her palm. Her heart was beating out of control, it wasn't fear that she felt, to her great surprise it was excitement, it raced through her veins like a drug. William led her by the hand out of the club, she was again forced to kneel on the floor of the passenger seat, her mind was racing.

"I hope you're not mad at me for bringing you to the club. It's a good opportunity for you. I'd always felt…" he hesitated, "I don't mean to imply anything if you think I'm wrong, but I've always got the sense that you were…" he paused again, "well, submissive, and a little masochistic. Of course your money troubles were the primary reason I told you about the club and arranged a meeting with Nathan, but that alone wouldn't have allowed me to bring you there. I never would have even made the suggestion if I didn't think," Brooke was waiting for him to finish, her head was throbbing, "if I didn't think you'd enjoy it." Brooke felt her skin go cold. She couldn't respond, she tried to think why he thought she was submissive, she wondered what she'd done that made him think that about her.

"Brooke, is there anything you would like to ask me about the club, or…" There were so many things running through her mind. She held the crinkled envelope tight in her hand.

"What did he mean about 'selling' themselves?" After she'd blurted out the question Brooke wasn't so sure she wanted to know the answer. Nathan's words had been running through her head since they'd left the office.

"The clientele of the club is very exclusive, and above all else, very wealthy. I don't suppose you could understand how different a world it is for these people given the nature of your background. The toys of the rich are different than what you're familiar with, many of the members keep girls of their own. You could think these girls as comprising a harem, or you could call these girls slaves. These kept women willingly sell themselves to men--or even women--they enjoy being owned and used. Perhaps it gives them a freedom, I can't explain the psychology of it but I suppose it's a bit like nunneries of previous eras, these women don't fit, or don't feel comfortable, in the mainstream world, perhaps some need to be physically dominated and feel pain, perhaps it makes them feel alive, I don't know. These women sell themselves and create a nest egg for their futures by doing so, though many will never live outside the world of being owned. If you choose to join the club as an Associate you may find yourself in a position to sell yourself." A shiver went down Brooke's spine. "You could sell yourself permanently, or perhaps just for a term, the club doesn't restrict what you may do with members on your own time, though the club is entitled to a share of the earnings while you're still under contract. I'm sure you would be asked by members to meet them outside the club, you are a beautiful girl. You may just be asked to act as an escort, or…" William paused. "I guess the answer to your question is that yes, girls do sell themselves, they become a currency of sorts, exchanged among masters for both the benefit of themselves and those whom they serve. I've heard of no complaints, the girls who work for the club have made the choice to do so willingly, as you will have to do. If you are unwilling to explore the depths of your submissiveness, or if you feel I'm wrong in thinking that you are submissive, then I suggest you don't meet the van, as Nathan said, this is your only opportunity, whether you show or not is your choice, but you will only be given the chance this one time." William went silent, the hum of the road under the truck was pacifying but Brooke could barely control her nerves. She squeezed the envelope tight in her hand and thought about the money. In some ways the idea of selling herself to the club seemed so odd, but on the other hand when she really thought about her life, she wondered if she had any control now? She'd never really had control of her own life, whether it was when she was young and dominated by her parents ill health, or now when she was dominated by her creditors.

The SUV eased to a halt. Brooke held her breath for an instant, part of her didn't want to leave the safety of William's presence and the comfort of the darkness.

"You may take off the blindfold, you're home." Brooke untied the knot at the back of her head and sat up in the passenger seat. She saw the dreary neighborhood she lived in spread out before her. The dilapidated building in which she lived loomed to her right. She sat gripping the door handle afraid to get out of the truck.

"What will happen to me if I decide to work at the club?" Brooke cast her doe like eyes in William's direction.

"Your first two weeks will be training. You will be broken of any false ideas you might still have about ownership of your body. After that you will be an employee of the club and you will be expected to give pleasure to the members." Brooke looked to her lap and the crumpled envelope in her hand.

"Will you have the right to…" she hesitated, "…to use me?" William chuckled softly

"Of course, any member of the club will." He laid his hand on her thigh. "I've dreamt of getting you into one of the dungeon rooms since the moment you started working for me." Brooke could feel the heat of lust stream through his hand onto her skin, her body burned under his touch. She stared down at his huge hand as it engulfed her leg. Her throat was dry and she could feel the butterflies in the pit of her stomach, she could feel the tingle in her sex.

William took his hand from her thigh.

"You have a great deal to think about Brooke, you had better go." Brooke opened the door and got out of the SUV, her legs were like jell-o as she set foot on the broken cement of the sidewalk. She turned to look as William drove away, he smiled at her, his white teeth were visible in the streetlights, he looked like a predator, a lurking animal ready to attack. Images of the girl in the jail cell flashed into her brain and she wondered what William would do to her.

Brooke faded into a fitful sleep hours after William had left her. Her mind was too occupied with what would happen next to sleep…

To Be Continued…

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