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    Midnight had come and gone a while ago. After we had left the cop
on the side street, I had driven us a couple of miles farther on to
the address I had given Charlene earlier. The owner of the shoppe knew
me well, and had temporarily closed his doors while I bought some
things for the ladies, as well as renting a tux for me to wear. Leo's
Costume Shop did a healthy business in standard rentals, as well as
catering to an exclusive 'exotic' clientele that the 'straight'
customers were not aware of. Leo comped my bill. I had given him
enough business in the past to put his kids through college. I had
lost count how many times I had sent some unwilling, or willing,
victim in for a particularly lewd piece of fetish wear.

    Amanda commented on how good I looked in the classic black tux. I
chose a very straight cut with no embellishments. I felt that evening
wear should be elegant and refined. Amanda looked perfect on my arm.

    The Cadillac looked out of place in this part of town. Driving
down the wide roads in the industrial area, we passed factories and
warehouses. Amanda, now sitting next to me in the front seat, the
others in the back, looked nervous. She wasn't used to coming to this
dirty section of the city. I smiled at her and told her not to worry.

    I turned down a narrow alleyway between two clothing factories. We
passed by dumpsters and loading docks before the alley opened into a
courtyard of sorts, made by the surrounding buildings, vacant at this
time of night.

    Except for one.

    At first glance, it appeared to be a large, old brick warehouse,
which it was. Many of the windows in its four storeys were boarded up.
Some had their glass smashed out for effect, but inside the empty
windows were shallow rooms painted black and filled with refuse. They
took up little floor space inside, but the owner wanted you to think
that the building was abandoned and rotting, an illusion helped by the
main floor, which was vacant and open to the air for the most part.

    I pulled the car up to one of the warehouse's corrugated roll-up
doors. I put it in park and stepped out, telling the girls to wait. I
reached inside my breast pocket and pulled out my billfold. Inside was
a card key. I pulled aside a brick on the warehouse's wall and slid
the card into the hidden slot. The red l.e.d. turned green and the
roll-up door slowly slid up noiselessly on well-greased tracks. I
returned to the car, and idled into the dimness within.  I stopped
when the car was inside, its nose nearly touching the wall in front of
it. The roll-up door rolled down. I turned off the lights, leaving us
in pitch black, save for the green glow of the dash. Amanda slid over
to me, unable to control her unease any longer.

    "Don't worry, baby, nothing's going to happen," I said so everyone
could hear.

    A few moments later, the 'wall' slid off to one side, revealing
three large men in evening wear at a reception desk. I pulled forward
and the girls saw that it was a very modern parkade, filled with
luxury cars. I idled up to the desk and put the car in park. The three
men, the valets, approached the car. My door, Amanda's, and the
passenger side back door, were opened by them.  We exited the vehicle
and the valet took my access card and slid it through a reader. It
told him that I was a platinum member, the only this place had. It
meant that I had as much access as the owner. He nodded, before
ushering one of his men to take my car and park it. He handed me back
my card, and led us towards the centre of the parkade.

    "Hey," Melissa said quizzically, "isn't most of this building
empty?" She had seen the main floor, and was understandably confused.

    "Very good, Melissa," I said. "The room we passed through to get
here is actually an elevator. We're underground, and that's all I'll
tell you about it."

    "But..."

    "Melissa..." Amanda said in that mother's voice.

    "Okay, okay," she said like the young teen she was, acting very
different than she looked in that biker's leather jacket, sheer black
panties that hid nothing, and the garters and stockings capped by
black heels.

    At the centre of the parkade was a structure that housed
elevators. I looked up. They'd already know I was coming because of my
cardkey access, but they would see my face with the video camera I was
looking at. I smiled and waved. The valet slid his own access card in
a reader and one of the doors slid back. He smiled and ushered us in.
It was an oak and red velvet interior. Very plush. I slipped the man a
fifty as I passed him, entering last. He smiled and murmured, "Good to
see you again, sir," in a voice of genuine affection.

    "You too, Robert," I replied. The door slid closed behind us.
There was a pause before the car began to ascend. There were no
buttons or indicators in the elevator. Past the main floor and up to
the 1st floor it carried us. The door slid open smoothly, and we
entered a lobby just as opulent as the elevator had been. Rich, exotic
woods panelled the walls and thick red carpet blanketed the floors,
dampening any stray sound that might have dared to make itself known.

    As we crossed to the reception desk, like that of any expensive
hotel, the young woman behind it smiled genially. We had almost made
it to the desk when the manager's door behind it opened and I was
greeted with the full smile of the owner. I won't mention his name as
discretion is what keeps his establishment open.

    He stepped around the end of the counter and embraced me warmly.
"It is good to see you, sir," he said.

    "You too," I replied, "it's been a while."

    He held me at arms length after hugging the life out of me. He
looked at my female companions with a cocked eyebrow. "But I see you
are making up for it," he said laughing.

    His establishment, catering as it did to a certain market, had at
one point drawn the attention of, shall we say, less savoury
individuals who wished to control it for their family. As a sometime
patron, I felt that it was in my best interest to discourage such
ties. I'm not much of a daredevil, and it had taken all my courage to
manipulate an organisation that could have easily put me into concrete
overshoes. Confusion to your enemies, went the old saying. It would be
years before they reorganised, but even then, I had effectively erased
their memories so that this place didn't exist for them.

    That was why I had the platinum card and the eternal gratitude of
the owner. Annual membership, often running into seven figures for
others, was free to me. I made sure to never abuse that privilege, and
like with Leo, I made sure to send select clientele here.

    The owner personally signed us in on the computer system, allowing
the receptionist to look at me with an openly sexual stare, and parted
lips. My reputation preceded me. Dressed in a deeply plunging  royal
blue satin dress, her long straight hair ebon, and her skin pale, I
knew I could take her any time I wished. But not this evening. I
always appreciated the fresh faces that the owner provided for his
clientele. The young woman ran a delicate hand over her bosom,
revealing erect, and pierced, nipples inside her dress.

    I signed the register, and the owner asked Marlena, the
receptionist, to show us to the cloak room. I shook the owner's hand
warmly, he bade us good evening, and we followed the undulating hips
of the raven-haired beauty across the lobby. Her dress was slit, not
along the hips, but up the centre, past her fine ass, and in the front
up to her belly. Her slinky walk revealed her charms with every swish.
As if that was not enough of an invitation, the back plunged almost to
the slit, showing her supple torso most exquisitely.

    She opened the large oak door, and we entered the cloak room. As I
passed Marlena, entering last again, I ran my fingers over the swell
of her belly, and brushed her full breasts with the sleeve of my tux.
Her nipples caught on the fabric, causing her breasts to bounce from
the recoil. She gasped.

    "Thank you, Marlena," I said, sliding a folded over fifty into her
ample cleavage. I could smell her sex, the musk rising from her
crotch. There was something about wearing a tuxedo properly that said
power, and wealth, two strong aphrodisiacs in our society.

    She stammered a "T-thank you, sir," out, before she closed the
door behind us. The female attendant, dressed much like Marlena,
except that she was a short haired blonde with small breasts, came
over and asked me if she could take anything. Amanda, Melissa, and
myself were just fine as we were, but Linda and Charlene had acquired
some rather unique clothing that was hidden by their trenchcoats.

    I indicated Linda first. The blonde woman, about 35, and on the
curvy side (she reminded me of a pear, albeit a sexy one) stepped up
to the tiny waitress and undid the belt on her trenchcoat. Linda
looked at her sexily. Her newfound desire for women caused her to
reach out and stroke the blonde's small breasts through the satin
dress.

    "Thank you, miss," the woman replied simply. Linda pulled back the
cloth, revealing nipple rings inside hard, fat nipples.

    "What's your name?" I asked the woman, as she unbuttoned Linda's
coat.

    "Maxine, sir," she hesitantly looked up into my eyes.

    "Do you know who I am?" I asked her.

    "Yes, sir, everyone does," she said shyly in a nervous voice,
blushing. I didn't know whether it was from being questioned by me, or
because of Linda's fondling her breasts. Her eyes darted between her
task of removing Linda's outer garment, and giving me the once-over,
over and over. Maxine undid the last button and moved closer to push
the coat off Linda's shoulders. The blonde gasped when she saw what
was underneath. Linda chuckled and pushed the loose blue satin dress
off Maxine's shoulders, exposing her body as the fabric slid off her
body into a puddle around her feet. Her cunt was shaved and pierced in
both lips. The rings matched the ones in her nipples. Her task of
removing Linda's coat done, she stood there submissively, looking at
Linda's outfit. Her body was suffused with a deep red blush of being
on display for all to see.

    Our little waitress that I had sodomised earlier looked very
different than when we had met. Her beautiful red hair still
complimented her pale skin, and in that respect, she still looked the
same as before. Her long thin legs had been hidden by long,
form-fitting shiny latex black boots that came up to mid-thigh. They
were ornamented with shiny silver studs up their sides, and silver
tips and buckles decorated the feet. Maxine and the rest of us had
been able to see that much below the hem of the trenchcoat.

    Her slim torso had been similarly wrapped in a corset made of
black latex.  It too had silver fittings. Her flat chest and nipples
had been left exposed.  Even the tight garment could not create
cleavage where there was no flesh.  However, after cinching her corset
tightly, Leo and I had created a waist on that boyish figure. Her ass,
while small, was nicely shaped, and her artificially tiny waist
accentuated it. Linda had to stand up very straight to feel
comfortable in the clingy, sweaty substance, and its restrictive
nature.  Her arms were also encased in black latex gloves that came to
mid-bicep. They had the silver studs running up their length. Buckles
and straps made nice bracelets.

    Her shaved cunt was plain to see, but she was not totally naked
there.  Around her waist a wide, heavy leather belt was securely
fastened, a big silver buckle, shining brightly, well polished.
Hanging down the front of the belt were two straps that angled
together between her legs, leaving her cunt exposed, but they
travelled back to join into one piece, affixed to the rear of the
belt.  They were quite tightly fastened, the thick thong they created
causing her small asscheeks to part slightly. On the front, level with
her crotch, a silver ring was riveted to the two straps. At first
glance, it looked as if the ring was a target to aim for her cunt, but
it had another purpose. Off the sides of Linda's belt were a number
of... attachments, hanging like six guns. These snapped into the
silver ring.

    Maxine's eyes were glued on a particularly large double headed
dildo. It was black and shiny. The main head was shaped like a cock,
12" long, fat, with veins. The second head, branching off the main
shaft, was meant for the ass. It was only 7" long, and tapered like
that of a dog's. It even had a knot near the tip. This was only one of
the weapons Linda had in her arsenal. I retrieved her trenchcoat from
the floor and pulled a black SS officer's hat from the inside of it. I
stood behind Linda and placed it on her head. She reached up and
pulled the brim down over her eyes authoritatively. She stared
brazenly at Maxine, a sneering smile curling her lips.

    Linda was about to do something, God knows what, to Maxine, but I
stayed her with my hands. "All right, Maxine, now you can take care of
Charlene," I said, indicating the tall amazon. Melissa and Amanda
stood off to one side, embracing each other while they watched the
little show. Amanda absent-mindedly stroked her daughter's cunt
through the sheer panties. Melissa tucked her head into her mother's
bosom, kissing and licking the tops of the full breasts.

    "Yes, sir," Maxine said meekly, avoiding Linda's eyes. She came up
to the tall woman and repeated the process of undoing the belt and
buttons on the overcoat. She reached up and pushed the coat back off
Charlene's shoulders. The tall woman looked over at me with a mixture
of hate and lust. Compared to Linda, her accoutrements were minimal.
Around her neck was a wide leather collar, not unlike that of a dog's.
It had silver studs, a big buckle, and a ring riveted to it. Charlene
flipped her head from side to side, trying to make it more
comfortable. It was well-padded, and so was causing her no physical
distress, but she didn't, I'm sure, like the very idea of being
collared like an animal.  It went without saying that she did not like
the smaller versions that adorned her wrists and ankles. She wasn't
about to remove them though. I think it was something I said.

    Around her waist was a belt and strap affair that was almost
identical to Linda's, except that it had no ring in the front to
attach accessories, just the straps. In back though, where Linda only
had a fat thong riding between her cheeks, Charlene's had a mounting
bracket. Attached to it was a 7" long butt plug, fatter at the tip
than at the base. When I called Charlene over to me, she walked
uneasily on her black high heels. She had to walk with her ass out
farther behind her than usual to accommodate the fat plastic buggering
she was getting. As it wiggled around in her rectum, it sent shivers
of pleasure through her body. The rings on her wrists and ankles
jingled lightly.

    Charlene slid up to me and tipped her head down to kiss me
heatedly. "Fuck me, use me," she whispered hoarsely, "don't just turn
me on like this and leave me. You bastard, how dare you treat me this
way." Her hands desperately clutched at my lapels, and her tits
pressed into me. I reached down and tugged on one of the straps,
forcefully jostling the plug in her ass. "Annnhh!" she grunted, her
face screwing up in discomfort and pleasure.

    "Calm down, slut," I said. I reached into my coat pocket and
pulled out a long silver leash. I slid my hand up over her fat breasts
and their erect nipples, eliciting a gasp from my brunette beauty.
"Pull back your hair for a moment."

    "Yes, master," she said obediently. She shook back her thick hair
and revealed the d-ring on her collar. I hooked on the leash and gave
it a tug to test. It jangled nicely, jerking Charlene's head a bit. My
lips twisted into a lewd smirk. I handed the leather grip on the leash
to Linda, who took it with pleasure. Linda eyed her naked slave with
naked lust. She reeled in the waddling woman like a bass. She yanked
down on the chain, and Charlene bent over, widening her stance to
maintain her balance. Linda kissed her hard on the lips. Charlene
groaned and rotated her ass against the fat plug stuffed inside of
her.

    "I'll give you what you want, bitch," the little redhead said with
contempt. Linda held Charlene tightly with the leash, and one latex
covered hand roughly kneaded Charlene's glorious breasts. Charlene
moaned and wailed, Linda's small hands leaving angry red marks all
over her fine flesh. "Is that what baby wants?" Linda said maliciously
in her ear.

    "N-nggh...ye- nngh... y-yesss, oh Mistress, please use me. I need
to be used!"

    I looked over at Maxine, who was frigging her bare cunt, making
sticky, wet sounds come from it. Amanda and Melissa had their fingers
inside each other's cunts.

    "Shit," I muttered. "Maxine, please continue to have your fun, but
we have to get inside. C'mon, ladies." No response. I cleared my
throat. "Charlene, Linda, Amanda, Melissa, please stop what you're
doing. We're going inside now."

    Without hesitation they disengaged from each other's embraces. I
took Amanda and Melissa on each arm, and Linda followed us down the
short hallway in the back of the cloakroom, bringing Charlene along
behind her on the leash.

    As we approached the doors the lights grew progressively dimmer,
and we could hear music from the other side. We tripped an electric
eye, and the oak doors opened automatically, revealing the heart of
the club. Dance music with a deep rhythmic beat pounded throughout the
huge multi-level ballroom. Lights swirled in the darkness, creating
images that flowed with the music. Even if this place did not have its
special enticements, it would still have been one hell of a dance
club. The large main floor was below us, some 30'. A maze of mezzanine
levels and catwalks crisscrossed over it, affording many places to
dance, sit, watch... or participate.

    Here, anything could be done. Of course, I speak sexually. The
club had strict rules against smoking and drug usage. Drinking in
moderation (for those over 21) was perfectly acceptable, but if you
got too inebriated you were kindly escorted out and driven home. A few
days later you got a polite letter banning you from the premises for a
month. The next time you were banned for life.

    The girls stood excitedly at the railing, taking in the sights. At
first glance, things seemed rather normal for a dance club, but as
soon as you took a closer look you saw that there were any number of
sexual acts being performed out in the open. Men, women, teens, in any
number of combinations danced, partied and fucked the night away.
Clothing was entirely optional. Some dressed for effect, some weren't
dressed, and that was effective too.

    A waitress, dressed in the blue satin dress, passed by with
champagne on a large tray. I motioned to her, she gave me a smile of
acknowledgement. Linda, Amanda, and I took glasses. Linda took two and
fed one to the submissive Charlene. I asked the waitress to bring
Melissa some ginger ale in a champagne glass.

    Word spread quickly through the club that I had arrived. Having
been away for weeks, the regulars had wondered about my absence.
Amanda was at my side as people that I knew, and people who just
wanted to meet me, came up and greeted me personally. They paid
compliments to the women I had brought, as always unique in their own
way. They knew that they were in for a show. None knew that I had the
gift of the voice. Here, where the borders of sexuality did not exist,
it was never noticed.

    While Amanda and I politely listened to some short fat man drone
on about how he had discovered bondage, I watched Melissa watching two
gay men have sex in front of her. They were both bodybuilders, over
six feet in height. One was bent over, holding onto the railing of the
mezzanine with his massive hands, while the other slid his huge
erection between his ass cheeks. Both were sweaty and very physical,
moving with the music. The bottom had a full erection that nearly
pointed straight into the air, flat against his rippled belly. Melissa
moved closer and they noticed her. They said 'hi' in friendly voices,
and asked her if she liked to watch. Melissa nodded eagerly. They
invited her closer and the bottom said it was okay to touch. Melissa
reached under him and took his third leg in her small hand and began
to pump his leathery tool. She cupped his massive nuts, smooth and
hairless. His partner sped up his thrusts into the bottom's ass,
turned on by the sight of the young girl fondling his lover.

    The bottom groaned loudly and he came, shooting his load over the
balcony, onto the unsuspecting below. Melissa whooped in triumph,
waving like an idiot to the people below. His partner stiffened and
came up his lover's ass. The bottom stood up and his top wrapped his
arms around him. Melissa bent over and licked the bottom's cock clean.
They thanked her, and she returned the politeness.  When they asked
her who she was with, she pointed at me. I waved. I think they both
said, 'Holy shit' at the same time.

    Amanda managed to extricate us from the boor with tact and grace.
"Remind me to take you to the next cocktail party I go to. You're a
life saver."

    "My pleasure, Mr. King," she said with feeling. She was enjoying
the status I had in this place. She took a draught of champagne
between her full lips. We rejoined our group and I said we should walk
around and take in some of the sights. I pulled my handkerchief from
my pocket and wiped the cum off the corner of Melissa's mouth. The
waitress reappeared and gave our teen girl her ginger ale. The
waitress openly appreciated her young charms. A short latin woman, she
pulled the slit of her dress aside to give Melissa a clear view of her
shaved and pierced cunt. She held dusky lips apart for the young girl,
inviting her to use her.

    "Maybe later," I said to the woman politely, slipping a bill in
her cleavage. She smiled and nodded, slinking away sexily.

    "I don't believe this place, Jack!" Melissa shouted excitedly over
the music, "This is just too fucking much!"

    I laughed and took her on my other arm. We walked along the
mezzanine balcony, pausing to take in the sights as we started our
descent to the levels below.

    On a couch were a woman and a young teen boy. She must have been
60, if she was a day. Both were completely naked. The woman, obviously
having the resources to keep her looks up, had lightly tanned skin. It
was wrinkled and sagged in places, as you might expect from someone
that age. I looked closely.  She had had a tummy tuck, and her breasts
looked like they had been augmented, but nothing more than a modest
natural bust. Her face was attractive, showing the signs of skilful
plastic surgery. It did not erase the signs of her years, it only made
them more pleasing. Her hair was a deep auburn, slicked back across
her skull, and held in the back in a bun. She could have been an
aristocrat for all I knew, except for what she was doing to the boy.

    She sat on the couch, her neatly trimmed bush showing off her
fleshy cunt.  The boy stood on the couch next to her, his hand resting
on the woman's shoulder. His small cock, no more than a slim 3" long,
and lightly furred in brown hair, was hard, being stroked by the
attentive lady. Her other hand was between his small asscheeks. From
the hand's movements, I could tell that she was buggering him with a
finger. The boy was slack jawed, breathing hard. The older woman was
cooing and loving his little cock. She moved her head forward and took
him all in her mouth, running her tongue over his furry nuts.

    "Oh, Grandma," he squealed, "I'm gonna cum!" His body jerked with
electricity. Grandma released him from her mouth and sped up the
finger in her grandson's ass. Between finger and thumb she jacked his
hardness. The boy grunted and gripped her shoulder as his diminutive
penis spit small drops of semen all over her bust. Grandma shivered in
incestuous pleasure, her orgasm coming without any other stimulation
than a forbidden act performed on her child's child. When he was
finished she took him in her mouth and cleaned him off. Then he
dropped down and nuzzled her breasts, licking off his spunk.
Grandma's eyes fluttered shut when he took her nipple into his mouth
and nursed like a babe. Obviously trained, he dipped his hand between
her spread legs and stroked her wetness. A look between his legs
showed that he was hard again.

    "Oh my," Amanda said, her hand stroking her own breasts.

part b of Sculptor VI to follow right away...



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