CLUB W Part 3
by Witchman
32 year old Valerie Simmons laughed with Cynthia as the strong drink hit her system.
She was finally relaxing, and letting herself have a good time.
Club W was fun. It was sexy, not sleazy, and the drinks were strong and the women beautiful.
Granted, Valerie was no slouch herself in the looks department.
Her skin was dark and shiny, and her hair long, black, thick, and curly.
She also had a fetching bosom and bottom; so much so that she often received strip search requests from the criminals she was busting.
A veteran cop of almost ten years in Baltimore, Valerie used to tell people that she did not have to watch the “The Wire;” she lived it.
She had long grown tired of the people in her family and community who considered her a sell out for being a cop, as well as tired of the racism she experienced not just from white officers, but lighter skinned black ones.
It was with some relief that she had accepted the all expenses paid trip to Tompkinsville, NY, for the Women in Law Enforcement weekend, if only for a chance to get away from it all.
Like most of the other women, she had not been prepared for the strange dichotomy of a weekend of lectures and presentations, coupled with the blatant sexual nature of the town/city.
Valerie also could not help but notice that it seemed as though Playboy magazine was doing a women in law enforcement roll call.
Despite her initial misgivings, Valerie found herself hanging out with Cynthia and Tara, and even found herself enjoying the sexy club.
She was suddenly shaken out of her zoning out when the MC announced that a new girl was performing tonight; a woman named Trixie.
When her friend Tara strutted onstage, Valerie almost dropped her drink.
Her timid friend was now striding the stage in a teeny-weeny bikini and police hat, and heels.
Valerie shook her head again. How was this possible?
“She looks so happy,” Valerie said aloud. “You would think she was happy she lost the Pink Room challenge.”
“She is,” a ing waitress dryly responded.
Valerie shook her head again. “What kind of place is this?” she said to Cynthia, or to no one, or everyone.
She continued to stare at Tara, now Trixie, and how she brazenly blew a kiss to the crowd after furtively fetching her tip tributes.
Cynthia shrugged. “I don’t know, but I am having a good time,” she responded. “What about you?”
Valerie was about to respond, when suddenly time stood still.
A breathtakingly beautiful busty blonde clad only in garter belt and stockings, heels, nipple clamps, choker, and hoop earrings was approaching her.
For a moment her mesmerized mind flashed back to “Undercover Brother,” and the first scene with Denise Richards.
In a moment, Valerie was carnally confronted with her latent discomfort with beautiful white women; only to sensually and simultaneously feel erotically overwhelmed by the woman’s fantastic physicality.
“Hi, I’m Candy,” she purred. “What is your name?”
“V..Valerie,” Valerie responded, dazed and breathless.
Candy smiled, and languidly roped her right arm around Valerie’s left. “Come with me,” she said, it sounding more like a command than an invitation.
Wordlessly, the bewitched buxom black beauty felt all the noise around her gradually getting softer; as though someone was turning down the volume command in her mind.
Candy was sensually stroking Valerie’s inner arm.
The dazed Valerie did not realize that Candy was deftly manipulating erotic pressure points along Valerie’s chi, causing the dazed woman to descend deeper into decadent delight.
Candy walked Valerie around the bar and down a short hallway.
She then pushed a button on the wall, and a door in the wall slid open, revealing an opulent champagne room.
Before Valerie could say a word, Candy had taken her arm and led her inside her, the door sliding shut behind them like something out of Star Trek.
“What..is this...” Valerie murmured, suddenly feeling heavy limbed and lidded.
“It’s one of our VIP rooms. I wanted to be alone with you,” Candy responded, leading the dazed and confused Valerie to a very large black leather recliner.
Candy gave Valerie a slight push, and the sinking Valerie fell back into the plush chair.
The leather was shiny and cold, but soon warmed to her rapidly warming body.
Candy softly straddled Valerie, then removed her nipple clamps, sighing with erotic relief and release as her long captive nipples felt the rapid rush of blood and endorphins.
“Do you like my breasts, Valerie?” she asked.
Valerie nodded in erotic affirmation.
Candy leaned closer to Valerie, slowly pulling the straps down on her dress, then the bra straps, then the bra itself; white and lacy against Valerie’s magnificent breasts.
“ I love black women,” Candy whispered, running her hands through Valerie’s thick hair.
“I saw you from across the room,” she cravenly continued, leaning in closer. " I just had to have you,” she continued.
Valerie’s heart was pounding. Candy was so close to her that she could smell the Certs on the bewitching blonde’s breath, and her perfume that smelled like lavender. “I’m..straight...” she vainly protested.
“Shhhhhhhh...” Candy responded, putting a frosty pink nail tip on Valerie’s wet lips.
She leaned closer now, her sexy mouth ionately pausing on every sexy syllable. “Not...
to...night,” she responded, pressing her red lips against Valerie’s.
For a brief moment, Valerie resisted, then succumbed with a sigh.
As the two beautiful women erotically entwined their tongues, Candy’s right fingers pressed a button on the back of the chair, causing it to lean back more.
A few buttons on the lower part of the chair dimmed the lights and changed the frequency of the silent subliminal that were playing in the hidden pads around Valerie’s head.
Candy gradually kissed her way down to Valerie’s rock hard nipples.
She lolled the right one in her mouth, while pinching the other with her hand.
Valerie felt her will melting away in the hypnotic heat of the moment.
She had always distrusted white women due to her pre-conceived notions, and she had never kissed a woman in her life; aware of the religious homophobia of which she had been indoctrinated in years earlier.
As though reading her thoughts, Candy continued. “You don’t have to hate me. I am not going to steal your boyfriend.”
With a sexy sigh, Candy languidly lapped at Valerie’s shiny, sexy skin.
Flipping up Valerie’s skirt, Candy pulled the soaked black thong down to the bewitched Valerie’s ankles.
Valerie was too delightedly distracted to notice that Candy had pressed another button on the side of the chair; only this time, a small door opened.
Furtively retrieving a small black bottle from the small compartment, Candy flipped off the top and poured the dark contents onto the dark, pussy soaked thong.
Smiling wickedly now, she shoved the thong into Valerie’s face. “Sniff,” she commanded, and Valerie did.
Valerie’s eyes widened, then rolled up in her head as the mesmerizing mixture engulfed her senses.
The lusty liquid was a potent potion; a mixture of chloroform, rohypnol, and chlorohydrate.
When inhaled, it put one into a very relaxed, aroused, and suggestible state.
Valerie did not need any help in that aspect, but Candy had been lusting for her all night, and now, she was going to have her.
“Sniff.”
Valerie did, only slower now, her bewitched body and mesmerized mind having long since sensually surrendered to the music, lights, and the sexy, silent subliminal echoing around her head.
Candy grinned with lust and excitement as she shoved the soaked thong between Valerie’s sexy breasts. “Look into my eyes,” she commanded, then slowly kissed her way down to Valerie’s soaked, shaven snatch, her eyes never leaving Valerie’s.
Candy’s nostrils flared as she inhaled Valerie’s womanly arousal.
It was musky and primal and she just had to taste it.
Kissing Valerie’s pussy, the lusty law enforcement officer cried out in erotic ecstasy, climaxing onto Candy’s eagerly lapping lips.
Candy lustily lapped away at Valerie’s wet and willing pussy, languorously sucking Valerie’s pussy lips; nibbling on the bewitched woman’s rock hard clit.
Valerie came again, then again, then again.
Twitching and whimpering now, she erotically acquiesced to Candy’s dominant presence.
Now it was Candy in the chair, beckoning to Valerie to crawl between her legs and worship her wet womanhood.
Trembling as she crawled, Valerie’s residual reluctance to same sex experience vanished as she inhaled Candy’s pussy perfume.
First one lick, then another.
Sensing Valerie’s inexperience, Candy grabbed Valerie by the back of her head and forced her mesmerized mouth into her sexy snatch.
“Mmpph,” Valerie ummphed, then, delightedly drunk with lady lust, began lapping more eagerly, indulging in the erotic license that comes with the absence of responsibility.
Candy sensually sighed. She loved doing first timers. She knew that they felt lesbian love was wrong, but their desires drove them to it.
Valerie lost track of time, but didn’t care.
Candy was carnally coaching her in the art of pussy licking, and she was eager to learn.
Candy moaned and squirmed in the sexy leather recliner as Valerie continued to orally serve her.
Squirming harder now, she began to push her pussy into Valerie’s hot mouth.
“Yes..yes..yes..YES!” she came with a shout, Valerie now licking the hot quim that had spurted onto Candy’s inner thighs.
Candy leaned back and ran her hands through her hair, then looked at Valerie. " I think we could have use for you here at the club,” she said, approvingly eyeing Valerie’s sexy body.
Sliding out of the leather recliner, she pulled Valerie to her feet, then held the beautiful black woman’s face on either side, so that her eyes were looking directly into Valerie’s.
“Look into my eyes, Valerie. My eyes are so beautiful, you just cannot help but look at them. Fall into my eyes, dive into my eyes, drown in my eyes. Your own eyes are sooooo...sleepy...so...sleepy...you just want to close your beautiful eyes and fall into my sexy voice.
You just want to close your eyes and sleep...close your eyes and sleep...close your eyes and sleep...sleep...sleep..”
Valerie’s brown eyes slowly fell shut, her chin now touching her chest.
Candy smiled wickedly. “Now, Valerie, when I command you shall open your eyes, but remain in deep hypnotic trance. You shall obey all I say to you. Open your eyes and follow me.”
Valerie slowly obeyed, her eyes rolling back into her head.
Wordlessly, she followed Candy out of the room and down another hall, ing a training room.
Valerie was not positive, but she was pretty sure that she had walked past Tara/Trixie, who was sitting closest to the open door; staring at a spiral on a monitor while chanting " I want to be a stripper...I want to be a stripper...I want to be a stripper..”
Candy took Valerie to a dressing room and gave her a silver bikini identical to Trixie’s.
She shook her head again as she gazed at Valerie’s beautiful body. “You need to be a back room girl. Come with me, " she commanded.
Clad now in the incredibly revealing bikini and sexy heels, Valerie was led to another back room, only this one had a huge heart shaped bed that was colored in sexy purple silk.
Candy lay the dazed Valerie down onto the sexy cold silk sheets.
Valerie caught her breath for a moment, but soon the sheets were warming to her warm body.
Candy grinned once more, and slowly walked backwards into the darkness.
From a hidden speaker once again came the commanding voice of male erotic authority.
“Sleep now Valerie,” it said, and Valerie did, eyes slamming shut, jaw going slack, beautiful breasts slowly rising and falling with her slowing breathing.
“What was the name of your first pet,” the voice asked.
“Never...had one...family...too..poor,” Valerie whispered, the act of responding being an almost erotically insurmountable task.
“What was the name of the first named street you lived on,” the voice asked.
“M..McClaren,” Valerie responded.
For a moment there was silence, then the voice said, “Then your Club W name shall be Ebony. Good girl Ebony.”
Valerie, now Ebony, moaned as her body shook with orgasmic energy.
“You want to be a back room girl. You want to be a back room girl. You want to be a back room girl,” the voice was repeating now in a mesmerizing monotone.
Ebony’s eyes began to glaze. " I want to be a back room girl,” she said.
“Good girl Ebony,” came the response, another orgasm as her reward.
“Listen carefully,” the voice said.
Ebony did.
Mark and Artie had just turned 21, and had taken their first trip to a strip club.
The two fraternity boys from Courtlandt University had been planning this trip ever since they were sophomores.
Now, with graduation just around the corner, it was time to play.
Candy led the two excited young men to the door. “She’s all yours,” she winked, opening the door and pushing them inside, closing it behind her.
Their eyes bulged out of their heads as they stared at the sexy Ebony.
“Whoah, she’s....hot!” Mark gasped.
“And black,” Artie nodded. “Just like we requested.”
Ebony beckoned to them. “Come to me, boys,” she cooed.
Slowly, the young men approached, their faces flushed with excitement and arousal.
“Take off your clothes,” Ebony commanded, then giggled a little as the two excited young men disrobed in moments, throwing their clothes all over the room.
Ebony’s eyes widened with approval as she stared at their hard cocks. “You boys must have some black in you,” she teased.
Mark and Artie gulped, then looked at each other. “Thank you, God,” they said.
Ebony snapped her fingers, and the young men were upon her.
Laughing at but appreciative of their amateur efforts at coitus, Ebony lay back and let the young men suck her tits, nibbling her nipples.
Artie excitedly began to lick her pussy much faster than she liked it, but she was so turned on by how excited she was making them that she let it slide.
She also let Mark slide his cock into her mouth.
Ebony moaned. For a moment, her consciousness returned, and she ed how last year she had pulled over a cute white college athlete just so that she would have an excuse to give him a frisk.
He had that same look on his face; a mixture of fear and wild excitement.
Now Artie had entered Ebony, his eyes rolling up into his head as he furiously pounded the sexy ebony pussy.
They both came at the same time, then; Ebony let them switch places, the horny young white men excited beyond words.
When they both came again, the high-fived each other, then grinned down at the smiling Ebony, whose body was shiny with sweat, semen, and arousal, as well as the faint smell of English leather from their faces and throats.
Getting dressed, the two elbowed each other, cocking their heads towards Ebony. “Um...here’s your money, thanks!” they said, clumsily dropping four hundred dollars on the bed.
Candy entered as the men exited. “Nice work, but you should always get the money first,” she said, handing Ebony a small pill with a glass of water. “Take this,” she instructed.
“What is it?” Ebony asked, drinking it down before even considering what she had just ingested.
“Combination STD preventer and contraceptive. Condoms can sometimes break the mood, but so can VD and unplanned pregnancies.”
Candy studied Ebony for a moment. “You need more training. Come with me.”
“Of course,” Ebony responded.
Cynthia slowly sucked down her drink. Where had Tara and Valerie gone?
“How ya doin, Officer,” a sexy voice behind her said.
Cynthia turned to see a very sexy Asian-American woman who was wearing nothing but garter belt and stockings, heels, nipple clamps, choker, and hoop earrings. ““How did you know I was a cop?” Cynthia asked.
Suzy Kim, now Bubbles, smiled knowingly. “I’m one, too. I also work here, at Club W.”
Cynthia gasped. “How did that happen?” she asked incredulously.
Bubbles smiled again. “Let me buy you a drink, Officer, and I will tell you all about it,” she responded.