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The Saloon was a very popular place. There were always some guests there. It never was empty. All other saloons had times when the bar tender had nobody to serve and could lie down for a while. The Saloon, however, had no such luxury for their bar tender. In fact, there were two bar tenders alternating since business was so good day in and day out. Business was booming and that in spite of the hefty entry fee. It was spmething quite unique. All the other saloons had no entry fee.

When the Saloon first opened up people thought that the owner was crazy to demand an entry fee to get into his saloon and many skeptics had thought that the Saloon would had to remove the entry fee or close down. However, the Saloon did not close down and even increased the entry fee. The initial entry fee of 1 dollar was doubled to 2 dollars. This was quite expensive considering that one could get a beer for a quarter dollar. But business was booming for the Saloon. There was no shortage of customers who willingly paid the entry fee to get into the Saloon.

Many people who weren’t rich enough or did not have the luxury of paying 2 dollars to enter a saloon had wondered what could be so interesting about the Saloon that it drew so many people in, even from far away places. One of those curious people was Jill. She had visited various saloons before and even worked in some as a dancer. As such she had considered herself quite an expert about saloons and the value of entertainment they could provide. She knew that saloons with a good female singer usually attracted more customers and some saloons occasionally even had guest performances featuring famous singers. On these occasions, the saloon with the special treat was always packed full, but it usually was only for a few days at most.

Jill decided to find out the secret of the Saloon. She was packed with curiosity and she just had to know what was so great about the Saloon. At first she hung around the entrance of the Saloon and watched the people come and go. She could not afford the luxury to pay for the entry, so she just watched the mainly male customers visit the Saloon. Business men who usually favoured places like cabaret went to the Saloon instead once it had opened to the dismay of the cabaret owners. Young cowbows spent their entire pay just to have a night out at the Saloon. There had to be something very spectacular being offered there that attracted people of all kinds. They all were willing to pay for the visit and did not seem to be dissappointed with what they got.

For some reason, the men leaving the Saloon were always very happy. There was something on their face. It was a look of deepest satisfaction. Jill had seen the look before. Some saloons employed prostitutes which serviced the paying customers upstairs in the bedrooms. Those who had visited upstairs had a similar look on their face, usually it was very obvious in the young men who went there for the first time. But the look on these men leaving the Saloon was much more intense, and it wasn’t just the young ones.

Jill had considered asking some of the men what they had experienced, but couldn’t get a straight word out of anyone she asked. Responses like, "you gotta see for ya self", or "fuck, its incredible, just incredible" were the only responses she could get out of them. It was very frustrating and the feeling intensified with every day passing. She had to find out and started saving up so she could see for herself what was so fantastic about the Saloon.

Then finally she had saved up enough money for the entry fee and some extra money to buy some drinks or whatever there was that was being offered inside. She had calculated that anything being offered inside had to be expensive and saved up a few extra dollars. She had dressed in her finest clothes, a white gown with a tight corsett that pushed her breasts up showing quite a lot of cleavage. She wore her best silk gloves, a pair of white laced gloves that she had gotten quite cheaply from a whore that had given up the trade. Jill was dressed like a southern belle and tried to act like one. She did it pretty well but it she was not the real thing. She did not grow up in the south nor did she had the education or riches of one.

Jill slowly walked towards the Saloon, her chest heaving heavily with each breath she was taking. Her excitement was very intense and she breathed very quickly, her heart was beating wildy. She continued her slow stride towards the entrance of the Saloon and wished she hadn’t tied the corsett so tightly as her excitement made her breathing quite difficult.

Then finally, it felt like eternity to her, she arrived at the entrance and paid the two dollars entry fee to the huge man guarding the entrance to the Saloon. Her shaking hands dropped the money out of excitement and the man had to pick it up from the floor which he didn’t mind. Jill was looking quite stunning and was very attractrive. Her tight corsett and her exposed cleavage were quite an appetising view. The man did not mind at all. In fact, he enjoyed bending down in front of her because he was able to take a closer look at her legs instead of just quickly glancing downwards at those sexy legs. Jill wore a pair of white stockings matching her gloves in colour.

Jill thought she saw a surprised look on the man’s face. There weren’t many women who had visited the Saloon. Most girls who entered worked there and they all entered through the backdoor. The few ladies that had come had been accompanied by gentlemens that took them there. None had ever come on their own. Jill felt a little bit awkward. A disturbing thought came to her mind. What if this was an exclusive whorehouse. She was no lesbian. The thought send a shiver through her spine and she quickly brushed it off. She had seen whorehouses before, this wasn’t one. She was sure of it. At least she hoped it. It was a very special Saloon and she was about to find out what made it so special. She tried to be brave and continued to walk in.

What she found shocked her. In mid stride, she stopped and watched in awe what was happening inside the Saloon. There was a beautiful girl dressed in a wedding gown dancing on a little table in the center of the place. People were sitting around the table watching the dance with fascination. Jill looked around quickly and found an empty table close to the wall furthest away from the center where the girl was dancing. She ordered a glass of whiskey and went to the empty table. There she slowly sipped from her glass and watched the show.

The girl was doing a striptease and had already dropped her dress. She was only left dressed in her underwear, a set of white lingery very similar to the ones Jill was wearing. The gloves she wore looked identical to Jill’s pair. The girl turned around slowly in her dance and she was still wearing her veil. Then suddenly she stopped dancing and stood still. The room became dead silent and everyone was staring at the girl with excitement. Jill could see the desire in the men’s eyes. There was an expectation of seeing something very fabulous in their eyes. Jill looked from the men to the girl on the table. There was nothing special about her. She looked quite sexy and beautiful, but there was nothing in her looks that could drive men wild. But why were they all staring at her as if she was a goddess. Jill began to wonder.

Suddenly a noose dropped down from a beam just above the table. It dangled loosely just beside the girl. The room became dead quiet. The excitement and anxiety in the room grew. Jill dropped her jaw and watched speechlessly. The girl took off the veil and stretched both her arms forward and took hold of the noose holding it from both sides. Then she slowly pulled the noose back towards her face. She put her face in and slipped it over her head. The bar tender stepped forward towards the girl who immediately turned her back towards him and pulled her arms back behind her back crossing her wrists so that he could tie her. The bartender then tied her wrists behind her back. Then he returned to the bar.

The anxiety in the room grew. The men were obviously becoming very excited. The bar tender waited a while for the customers to order some more drinks before continuing with the show. Then he pulled a lever located under the bar counter.

The small table on which the pretty girl stood began to slowly sink into the floor. The girl smiled seductively at the crowd as the table under her began to slowly disappear. Soon she stood on her tiptoes and the noose around her neck began to tighten slightly. The men cheered and sipped on their drinks while their eyes were glued to the performing girl. Then the table completely disappeared leaving her dangling in the middle of the room. The rope around her neck began to tighten and the girl visible started to gasp for air while her legs started to kick wildly.

Jill was shocked that she was watching a girl hanging herself to entertain a crowd of men. She felt disgust and anger while she realised that she was the only female customer in the Saloon. The men had been coming to the Saloon to watch girls being hung by the neck. Jill hoped that they would soon cut the girl loose as her face had turned purple and her kicking had almost stopped. She felt sick watching the girl dangle in the middle of the room. Jill wanted to run off, leave the Saloon. She felt hatred towards the men who were watching the girl suffer. Jill felt like shouting out abuse to the men, but she did nothing. Her legs were not obeying her. They didn’t move. It was like her body was revolting against her. She wanted to leave and to scream but nothing happened. To her disgust she felt her vagina moistening and her eyes were transfixed at the girl swinging in the middle of the room. She heard the men shouting. No, it was her who was shouting. It was despictable. She was cheering just like the men who were enjoying the sight of a young woman dangling in the room.

The cheering became more intense as the girl let out a few more jerks and then went limp. A flow of wet urine trickled down between her legs forming a small poodle underneath her. Jill sprang up fom where she was sitting and ran out of the Saloon filled with disgust, mainly about herself.

The next few weeks Jill tried to keep her mind off what had happened in the Saloon and she tried to avoid being in the vicinity of the Saloon. She felt sick for several days and did not feel like eating for a while. Then one night Jill had a dream. She awoke in the middle of the night drenched in sweat and panting for air. She had dreamed she was the girl dangling in the Saloon and somehow it had turned her on. Her vagina was as wet as it had never been before. Strangely, she was so very much aroused by the dream. At the same time, her mind told her that it was sick and disgusting, but her body betrayed her again. Unknowingly she was touching herself and was moaning slightly as she remembered some details of her dream.

She was dancing in the Saloon, doing a striptease just like the girl she had watched before. Then a noose descended from the ceiling dangling just inches in front of her face. She looked through it and it felt like looking into a portal to paradise. She could see the men in the room, everyone was so happy. Jill felt like she was making love to all of them at the same time while she slipped the noose around her neck.

Her pussy was itching terribly. Why weren’t they helping her. She wanted them to fuck her, to take turn to fuck her one by one. She so much wanted it, to be used by all those men and then to reward them with a dance that she would give her life for in order to perform it to please the men. It would be her final dance, the best dance she would ever do.

Jill was shocked at what was going through her mind and how her body had reacted to it. Consciousnessly she felt utter disgust towards what she had dreamt about but unconsciousnessly, at the back of her head, she was already plotting on how to become the girl on the table.

One day, Jill walked up to the Saloon and gave the man at the entrance two dollars and slipped past him into the Saloon. There was a dance in progress. The girl on the table was kicking her legs wildly while swinging from one side to the other. The men in the room where cheering as drool was running down from the girl’s face. It had already turned purple. Soon the kicking stopped and was followed by a few powerful spasms. Then the girl went limp and she released her bladder. A stream of yellow piss flowed down between her legs soaking her white stocking and flowed down to the floor where it formed a small poodle.

Jill watched the show with fascination. It was just like in her dreams, only it was her instead of that girl with the noose around the neck. And then the show was over and everybody ordered another drink. Jill suddenly snapped out of it. She looked around her. She was confused and a bit scared. What was she doing here again. This wasn’t one of her dreams. She was really at the Saloon again. She wondered how she got there, but then she remembered slipping the bouncer the two dollars and kissing the confused guy on the mouth as she rubbed his cock and then left him teasingly and entered the Saloon. Was that sluttish girl that had entered the Saloon really her? Jill felt weird. It was like she was watching the actions of a stranger. But the stranger was herself. What was happening to her. It was like something deep inside her mind, something sinister had awoken and was trying to take over her body and mind. No, it was the other way around. She had been imprisoned inside her own mind by the teaching of society. She had been told by her parents, priest and at school what was acceptable behaviour and learned to accept it like many other people had. Her own self had been blocked out and imprisoned. The teaching of society had taken over her mind. She was poisoned with the moral values of her teachers and the priest who she had made confessions to. They all had stolen her mind, the real herself and forced her to imprison herself.

But now she was free again. She had found herself, the real her. Jill felt very good, so liberated and so free. Suddenly she was interupted by a friendly voice: "May I buy you a drink, madame?", a handsome guy asked her. Jill who was deep in thoughts jumped in fright at the sudden intrusion into her selfdiscovey. She looked up at the handsome man and tried to smile. "I am sorry I startled you.", the man apologised. "Give me a gin", Jill heard herself say. The man ordered himself a whisky and a gin for Jill and then sat down next to her.

They sat around the table facing each other and stared each other into the eye. Jill felt very comfortable. It was strange. There she was sitting with a total stranger staring each other in the eyes and she did not feel uncomfortable at all. In fact, Jill felt something she had never felt before. It was a longing buried deep inside of her. She broke the silence and spoke: "Do you know what I need to do to be able to dance at the next show?", she asked him while staring deep into his eyes. He did not answer. There was an aweful long silence. The barmaid came and served the drinks. Then the man spoke: "I was about to ask you whether you were interested in performing at the next show. I am the manager of this establishment. My name is Ed.", he extended his right hand and Jill reached out to him to shake hands. They shook hands for a bit. "I’m Jill. It’s a pleasure to meet you. You have a very fine establishment here. It has a very nice atmosphere."

"Would you like to contribute to the atmospere we have here and be part of the entertainment?", Ed asked. "Certainly. That’s what I came here for.", Jill replied seductively. She had won the battle. She was her true self. She had shed the moral values she had been imprisoned in by society. "I was wondering. Could you tell me what you do with the bodies? I am just a bit curious if you don’t mind telling.", Jill asked.

"Well, we have a basement with a very exclusive restaurant. We serve a very special kind of meat there if you know what I mean.", he replied. Jill nodded.

"Ok, when do I start", Jill wanted to know. "In about an hour. Finish your drink and then go behind the bar. The changing rooms are located there. We have someone who will take care of your costume and everything, so don’t worry and enjoy your drink. And now please excuse me, I have other duties which require my attention now.", Ed stood up and emptied his glass in one go and then left.

Jill sipped at her glass. In one hour and she would be the centre of attraction. Every men in the room will have their eyes glued at her every movement. She will be the one responsible for their hardons. She was going to be watched like goodess, a seducteress for all these men.

TO BE CONTINUED