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1SaM’s Place
Chapter Two - Inside the Club
By The Technician
BDSM, Bondage, Humiliation, Electro
Evelyn stepped into the short hallway behind the security door and found herself in a small lobby with an elevator on the far wall. Sam was waiting at the elevator door.
“Ah, Evelyn, right on time,” he said as he punched the up button. One of the doors opened almost immediately and Evelyn began to step into the car. “Not yet, my dear,” Sam said, as he held her back from entering the car. Then holding the door open with one hand, Sam stepped into the car and swiped his key on the elevator pass reader. He pressed a button labeled “Street Level” and stepped back out of the car. The doors closed and the panel above the doors indicated that the car was indeed moving upward, but then the doors opened again and a totally different elevator car was revealed. This one was much more ornate and had padded leather panels rather than the stainless steel of the original car.
“Now,” indicated Sam and gestured for Evelyn to enter. He again swiped his card in a reader. There were no buttons in this elevator car. The doors closed and Evelyn was slightly startled and more than a little disoriented as the car started to move sideways. “If someone were to forge a visitor’s pass, it would only get them into the standard elevator. They would end up on the street or in the mall in the building above the visitors parking ramp right next to a very nice restaurant. Only a level five member can activate this visitor’s elevator to the main entrance. If things work out, you will be given a level one member’s pass and directions to the regular members entrance.”
The “elevator car” rumbled along like a subway for several minutes. Evelyn swayed back and forth as they rounded corners or changed elevation. She had no idea how far they had traveled or where they were in the city when the doors finally opened into a luxuriously appointed lobby such as you would find in the best hotels.
“That is the main entrance,” Sam said, pointing to a set of doorways to his left. “The ride is much less entertaining. That elevator only goes up and down.” Then pointing to his right he added, “and this is the entrance to my club. Why don’t you buzz us in?”
There was a large white button embedded in the granite wall next to the door. Evelyn pressed it and immediately two previously hidden windows on either side of the doorway lit up revealing what looked like two store mannequins completely wrapped with white Christmas lights. Each was blindfolded and appeared to be held in place with a large steel support pole. Their hands were supported by chains which hung from the ceiling of the enclosure. Evelyn gasped and said, “Oh,” as she realized that these were not mannequins but live, naked women, and the steel support pole was in fact impaling them in their ass. Bells hanging from their nipples rang loudly as the women shook and vibrated, in time with the electric current flowing through the flashing Christmas lights. Evidently they were a part of the electrical circuit.
Evelyn held her finger on the button as she smiled and watched the women writhe on their metal poles. “I think they have heard us,” laughed Sam as he gently pulled Evelyn’s hand away from the button. The door made a slight clicking sound and opened inward. Sam made a bowing gesture with his arm and said, “Welcome to my parlor, said the spider to the fly.” He then laughed softly as Evelyn stepped through the doorway.
Inside, SaM’s Place looked almost like any other nightclub except that hanging from the ceiling was a track system of some sort which seemed to wind its way through all of the tables and open areas. It reminded Evelyn of pictures she had seen of meat packing plants. It was the kind of track which was used to hang sides of beef and roll them from one area of the packing plant to the other.
A waitress hurried up to them and spoke to Sam. “Your usual visitor’s table, Sam?”
Evelyn could see that her impression of the track system was almost right. The waitresses long hair was held high above her head like a circus performer hanging by her hair for a high rope act. The hair seemed to be braided together with a black rope or strap which was attached to a roller mechanism in the track. As the waitress moved, the mechanism rolled in the track above her. There didn’t seem to be a great deal of stress on her hair, so evidently it sensed her direction of movement and rolled with her under its own power. She was naked except for a wide leather collar around her neck and a very brief leather thong bikini. She was also barefoot. Her nipples were pierced and from each hung a small, engraved metal tag. On the left nipple was a number - #157. On the right was a name - Gloria.
“Please be seated, Miss Fitzpatrick. I have some other business to attend to and will join you later. Please order whatever you wish. Tonight you are strictly my guest.” With that Sam bowed slightly and disappeared into the dimness of the club.
End of Chapter Two
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