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 Acquisition 16/38 (BDSM, NC, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F) by Headhunter

   Bess and Pam had a delicious meal, with Bess watching the portions Pam
ate carefully.  While Scotty was not their waiter, he was able to stop by
the table for a few moments and talk with his friends.  He noticed the
color on both Pam and Bess from the tanning session.  Scotty was very tan
himself, and explained that he was in the final preparations for a
bodybuilding contest and spent time every day in a tanning bed Jake had
bought and had installed at their townhouse.  He said he missed working out
with the women.  This statement brought a blush from both Pam and Scotty.
Bess just laughed, "Why don't you come back for a workout?  I still have my
paddle!" This joke drove Scotty from the table.  Pam looked away,
remembering the young man's hot, hard cock squirting in her hand.

   The private table didn't provide much opportunity for interaction with
other restaurant patrons.  Since Bess' goal was to see if she could attract
an eligible man to fulfill her own needs, she waved at Jake as he walked
through the dining area.  She asked him if they could have a table in the
bar for an after dinner drink.

   Jake immediately went to the bar and had a table cleared for the women.
He quickly returned.  With Jake in the middle, Pam and Bess each being held
around the waist by his strong arms, he led them to the bar.  Pam allowed
herself to be steered by the dark and powerful man.  Bess, while enjoying
the masculine arm around her, kept a pressure against Jake's arm,
indicating that she was not some weak woman who would be directed at his
whim.

   Jake directed then to a tall table with tall chairs, which gave the
women a good view of the bar.  It also made them both step up and put their
legs on display.  Both had short skirts and slipping onto the seats exposed
most of their thigh.  Bess even showed more leg than Pam because she was so
short.  However, her legs were her only good feature, so she didn't bother
to tug at the hem of her dress, even though almost her entire legs were
exposed.  Pam, self conscious about showing so much of her thighs, pulled
at her skirt.  At least she was able to cover the white flesh above her
stocking tops.  Bess was comfortable letting a little flesh be exposed over
the top of her elastic topped stockings and even swung one leg with nervous
energy.

   Bess expectantly scanned the room.  Now she would find out if Pam would
attract some 'hot' men for her with whom she might be able to score.  Pam
looked uncomfortable in the middle of the bar.  Her nipples were visible
and her short skirt made her keep her legs pressed together in modesty. 
However, clenching her thighs tightly did cause her sensitive clit to feel
some friction.  On the one hand, she was trying to be modest and not
attract attention, but on the other hand, that very act seemed to cause her
to become aroused.  Pam, as always it seemed, was unable to handle herself
in some situations.  Therefore, as was becoming second nature to the
housewife, she looked to Bess for help.

   "Miss Bess," Pam whispered, "I feel so on display here.  What should I
do?"

   "Oh, my silly Pet.  That's exactly why we are here.  To put you on
display!"

   Bess reached across the table and stroked Pam's blond hair.  Jake
arrived back at the table with two fruity rum drinks.  "I thought you
ladies would enjoy something sweet from the bar," he said.  Bess accepted
the drinks and took a sip.  "This is delicious, Jake, thank you.  Drink up,
Pet, the evening is still young."

   Jake added, "I'm sure that you both will have all the drinks you need.
The men at the bar are discussing you both.  I know that you will be the
center of attention tonight.  Enjoy yourselves.  I'll be back later to see
how you are doing.  Perhaps later, we can go over to my club.  It's not far
from here and you can dance there."

   Jake left the table and soon the two women were surrounded by handsome,
well-dressed men.  Bess chatted easily with them.  Pam, unfamiliar with the
bar scene, was at a loss for words.  She didn't lack for attention.  Man
after man came up to talk with her.  She was only able to mumble one word
answers to their questions.  Bess handled the conversations.  Pam looked
elegant and sexy, but she unconsciously kept fingering the wedding ring on
her hand.  She was having a good time, but she felt so out of place.  She
didn't feel like herself at all.  The drinks kept coming, courtesy of the
men who wanted to stand next to her and gaze at her nipples and legs.  Men
who wanted to touch her and take her to bed.  Men who wanted to be with
this sexy voluptuous woman.

   The alcohol was having its effect and soon Pam was laughing at the
charming men's jokes.  She relaxed and enjoyed the attention.  She began
tossing her head back when she laughed at some comment.  Displaying her
slender white neck and drawing her blouse tight across her chest making her
hard red nipples even more prominent.

   Bess asked for the hand of one of the men and slipped off her chair,
telling Pam that she was headed to the rest room.  Her dress slid up even
higher exposing her athletic legs almost to her panties before falling back
in place.  Bess noticed with satisfaction that several of the men blatantly
looked at the show she had put on.

   As Bess left the table, Pam was surrounded.  The men had picked up on
Bess being Pam's protector.  Without the controlling young woman present as
a buffer, it was open season on the sexy woman whose charms were being
displayed on the very edge of decency in the upscale restaurant.

   A drink was thrust into Pam's hand by one man.  An arm of another snaked
around her waist, while a third whispered in her ear, "Would you like to go
back to my place for a nightcap, pretty lady?"

   Pam sat frozen.  The attention of the men panicked her.  She had never
been "hit" on like this in her life, and didn't know how to respond.  Pam
decided to go after Bess.  The women's bathroom would afford her protection
from her strident admirers.  Pam slid off her high chair.  The drinks hit
her hard as she tried to stand.  The back of her skirt remained stuck on
the chair exposing her thighs above her stocking tops and showing a brief
flash of black panty at her crotch.  Her fleshy buttocks were momentarily
exposed.  Pam grasped the table to steady herself and several hands reached
out to help.  One on her waist and another pressed against her unfettered
tits.  Pam pulled away from the table and the groping hands and headed
towards the bathroom on wobbly legs.

   The men stood and watched as Pam's ass swung enticingly away from them
as the housewife fought to keep her balance.  She quickly made it to the
bathroom and leaned against a sink trying to clear her head.  She heard a
toilet flush and was relieved when Bess appeared at her side.

   "Oh Pet, are you feeling the drinks?"

   "I'm so lightheaded, and those men wouldn't leave me alone."

   Pam turned on the water in the sink and was about to splash some water
on her face.

   "NO, Pet!  Don't wet your face; it will ruin your make-up.  You look so
beautiful.  Here let me help you." Bess took a paper towel from the
dispenser and wet it in the sink.  Then with great care she dabbed the wet
cool towel on Pam's neck and throat, refreshing the housewife.  Bess
unbuttoned two additional buttons on Pam's shirt and ran the wet towel on
Pam's sternum between her breasts.  Bess toyed with the idea of wetting
Pam's shirt to make it completely transparent, but remembered that this was
an expensive restaurant, and she didn't want to embarrass Jake.  So she
helped Pam to a stall and waited while Pam urinated.  Exiting the stall,
Pam felt better.  She was about to re- button the blouse when Bess stopped
her and said, "Leave them unbuttoned, Pet.  It doesn't show much, but the
swell of your tits and their inside curve are so pretty.  Just be careful
when you move or one of them might pop out."

   Pam dumbly obeyed Bess.  Still lightheaded, Pam took Bess' hand and they
exited the bathroom.  Standing outside the door, Jake was waiting for them.

   "Well, here are my two beauties.  Is everything OK?  You left a lot of
disappointed men at the bar.  Bess, is your Pet feeling OK?" Jake slipped
calling Pam 'pet' into the conversation easily and neither of the women
noticed.

   "She isn't used to drinking, so we were just giving her a break from the
crowd.  She's fine now." Bess replied.

   Jake peered down Pam's open blouse.  Because of his height he could see
her nipples not only through the shirt, but completely uncovered from
above. The swell of Pam's tits was enticing.

   "Listen, my club is only a few blocks away.  Why don't I walk you there?
The night air might help Pet clear her head.  And I know that you will
enjoy the atmosphere there." Looking first at Bess then deliberately down
Pam's blouse so Bess would get the message, "The club is not nearly as
formal as the restaurant, and there are always all sorts of unique people
there to meet.  Plus you can dance.  You both like to dance, don't you?"

   Pam shook her head no, but Bess answered, "Of course, we can't wait to
shake our booty, can we Pet?"

   Jake laughed and replied, "Good, it's decided.  Let's walk over.  You
ladies be sure to wave at the men in the bar.  I know that they will miss
you." Jake again took each woman by the waist.  In her lightheaded state,
Jake was able to pull Pam up tight against his body.  He could feel her
curves and her heat.  Bess was less stiff than before, but clearly still
didn't automatically take Jake's lead.

   Jake gave an evil smile to Scotty as he left the restaurant with the
women.  Scotty hoped that Bess would be able to protect Pam from his boss,
lover and Dom.

   The three enjoyed the walk of several blocks.  Pam did find that the
night air cleared her head a little.  She vowed to be careful about
drinking at the club.  Maybe Bess wouldn't want to stay very long and they
could go home.

   It was still only a little after 9:00pm.  The club really didn't crank
up until after midnight.  That is when the really unusual patrons appeared.
However, since it was Saturday night there would be a good crowd, even this
early.  It would be only slightly more mainstream, but Jake was sure that
Pam would see things that the straight-laced and over-protected housewife
had never seen before.

   They finally reached an old warehouse building.  There was nothing to
indicate that it was a club except a small sign over the door that read
"MILTON'S" and a very large muscular black man in a bulging tee- shirt
standing next to the door.

   As Jake and the women approached, the man took the door handle and said,
"Good evening, sir."

   Jake smiled at the man, "Ready for the body building contest, Rufus?"

   "Yes, sir!"

   "Good, how is it tonight?"

   "Well, it's pretty crowded.  Got some couples, a few more single men
than we would like, and a crowd from the Gay and Lesbian Alliance arrived a
while ago.  Only a few unattached females.  But you know, the kinky crowd
won't get here until a lot later."

   Rufus pulled open the door.  The quiet of the street was broken by the
noise from the club.  Bess could see lights flashing and feel the throb of
rock music.  The sound was loud but not deafening.  Jake ushered the women
inside and the heavy door shut behind them.

   "Rufus is a great bouncer," Jake said.

   But the women didn't hear him; they were taking in the sights of the
converted warehouse.  Lights flashed and bodies gyrated to the music.  It
was a large room with a high ceiling.  Not fancy, with only the minimum of
decoration.  The lighting theme seemed to be red.  Red spotlights, red neon
lights glowed above the bar that stretched along one wall.  A scattering of
tables covered in red cloth and a stage at the far end where a rock band
wailed out a song.  What decorations there were seemed to be paintings of
nude women in the damnation theme.  One showed women being driven out of a
building into the street, another was satyrs chasing women.  The largest
painting was of naked men and women, standing on a cliff overlooking what
was supposed to be a vast pit of fire and brimstone.

   Finally catching the women's attention, Jake said, "I make more money
here than at the restaurant.  Low overhead and I can sell more than liquor.
Especially when I have a 'rave' for the teenagers.  But tonight it's a
normal crowd.  Let's get a table and have a drink.  Then you can dance. 
Bess, you keep an eye on Pam," Jake laughed.  "We have a number of lesbians
here tonight.  Those dykes will definitely try to get to Pet.

   They sat at an open table and when Jake waved his arm, a bartender
hopped over the bar to see what the Boss wanted to drink.  There was no
serving staff at the club.  If you wanted it, you went to the bar and got
it.  Cash on the barrelhead.  No checks, no credit, no plastic and no trail
for the IRS.  Jake under-reported the income from the club significantly.
The only exception to the rule was the Boss, and of course any attractive
women with him.

   Once the drinks had arrived, Jake pointed out various parts of the club.
At one point he indicated a hallway that went off from beside the bar. 
Another bouncer sat at the entrance to the hallway.  "There are some
private club rooms back there," Jake said, "I hope that you can visit them
sometime, but nobody is back there now.  They open up much later."

   An attractive, slender, 30ish looking man in jeans and silk shirt
stepped up to the table and asked Pam to dance.  She declined, but Bess
hopped up and grabbing the man's hand, saying, "Dance with me first, then
you can dance with her.  I promise."

   Jake laughed, realizing that Bess was using Pam as a lure.

   Jake decided to sit with Pam and find out more about her.  Information
that he would later be able to use.  Jake knew she was married with
children, so in his most charming style he asked about Pam's family while
encouraging her to continue sipping the very strong drink he had his barman
pour for her.

   In a few minutes, Bess was back at the table and Pam was pulled to her
feet by the man.  Fortunately, it was a moderately fast song.  Pam stood,
moving only minimally and looked beautiful, while the man danced around
her. At one point he hooked his arm around her waist and spinning around
let his forearm cop a quick feel of her tits.  Pam had to bring her hands
up to keep her breasts from spilling out of her still dangerously
unbuttoned blouse.  She was more concerned about being exposed and hardly
noticed that the man had obviously enjoyed hefting her tits with his arm.

   Mercifully, the song ended and Pam walked back to the table.  Jake got
up and told the ladies that he would return after checking on some
business. Actually, he found two older, better dressed men that were
acquaintances of his.  He asked them to go and dance with Pam and Bess and
keep them company.  "Show them a nice time and I'll pick up the bar tab,
just tell me what you spend and I'll reimburse you."

   The two men asked if they could try to fuck the women.  "You can try,
but be nice and don't scare them."