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A Week in October
Part XII Pinky's Club
We pulled up outside the restaurant and the driver checked the meter and turned to me
"That'll be £8.50 love"
As I rummaged around in my handbag I suddenly realised that I had not made it to an ATM, whats more I hadn't paid for Alf's drink, cheers Alf that one is on you. I looked up at the driver with the cutest little girl expression I could muster; the "Shit not another one" look on his face told me he knew what was coming next.
"Keep the meter running – I'm only going to be ten minutes then I need to get back to ******" I stuttered
Offering him my credit card
"Here hang on to this till I get back"
His face relaxed and he nodded, I had counted on the £40 run across town be sufficient incentive for him to stay, fortunately I was right. I jumped out of the cab and approached the smoked glass doors of Nick's. A uniformed doorman swung open the doors and ushered me to the Maitre'd station.
"Good evening Madame – you have a reservation?" he asked politely
"I am with the Sadler party " I informed him
"Ah yes – this way please"
I followed as he moved off into the main restaurant, judging by the décor the designer had visited Terrance Conan's place in Soho before he had taken the commission for this place. Minimalist adequately described the surroundings, all part of the current trend to leave plush comfortable surroundings to the masses and get the advantaged back to stone floors and wooden seats. Oh well that's progress I mused. As we approached Sadler's table it was obvious that they were just finishing the main course, to my surprise there were already five seated at the table and one vacant chair.
"Mr Sadler sir - the last of your party has arrived". Announced the Maitre'd as pulled my seat out from under the table.
I sat down and awaited my lecture.
"Glad you could join us Mistress Holden" said Sadler
"May I introduce my other guests"
I glanced around the table waiting for him to begin, after a few seconds of silence I turned back and looked quizzically at Sadler.
"May I ?" he repeated
Now I was really confused, no lecture on tardiness - Mistress Holden – asking permission to speak – Like a bolt of lightning it struck me.
"Oh do get on with it Pinky " I ordered.
The gamble paid off.
"Very well Mistress" he started " You know Mistress Angela of course, to her left is Mistress Ami and next to you Mistress Elizabeth and on your right Master Dean"
Goddamnit this was freaky.
"Excellent Pinky Now! champagne and some oysters for me I am famished "
As Sadler instructed the waiter, who had since appeared, I glanced at each of my dinner companions in turn. Mistress Angela aka Ms White had certainly "scrubbed up not bad" as they say. She was appropriately attired in a long black velvet dress which was cinched around the waistline giving her a full hour glass figure, with her hair up and pinned with black velvet diamond studded clasps she looked quite stunning, particularly since she had ditched the winged spectacles.
Mistress Ami was no more than twenty one I guessed. No mistaking her main attraction – a 36 EE bust which was wrestling with her low cut black taffeta gown and by the look of things the bust was winning and would be free any minute now. Her long blonde hair was in stark contrast to the pillar box red lips and nails, despite her lack of sophistication she was very pretty. The middle aged Mistress Elizabeth was an entirely different kettle of fish, she oozed wealth and sophistication, her black sleeveless gown was of heavily embroidered raw silk, the black embroidery on the bodice depicted the silhouette of a prize steeplechaser with rider following the hounds over a boundary fence. Streams of blue white light bounced off the diamond choker around her neck and matching bracelet around her slim wrist. Her posture, poise and air of self confidence were definitely a product of Switzerland and old money. Master Dean was around my age but with the complexion of an 18 year old. Steely blue eyes crouched under jet black eyebrows and slicked back hair; he was a handsome rugby playing type who looked decidedly uncomfortable in a dinner jacket.
So this was Sadler's sordid little private club and I had just been recruited, I felt as if I had just been shanghighed into a witches coven and any minute now I would be invited to sacrifice a virgin to the Lord Lucifer. Thinking about it, I considered Sadler rather brave for taking the chance that I would be at all interested or worse still freely distribute my new found knowledge throughout the office but on further consideration he could always fire me depending on my reaction tonight so perhaps the risk wasn't so great after all. My thoughts were interrupted by the waiter delivering six fresh oysters served on a bed of rocket and crushed ice and a flute full of bubbling champagne. Master Dean lent over and lifted one of the halves of lemon and squeezes the juice over the oysters, lifting a single barnacle encrusted shell he placed it to my lips and tipped the contents into my mouth. As the meaty morsel slid into my mouth, revealing the silvery blue luminescent interior of the shell, the Atlantic Ocean exploded on my tongue.
"My Lords , Ladies and Gentlemen – Prey silence for our speaker"
An officious looking MC boomed from behind our table. Sadler stood and cleared his throat.
"May I begin by saying what an honour it is to be here tonight, as Chief Slave to Mistress Elizabeth I have been instructed to remind all assembled that the soirée arranged for Wednesday evening will commence promptly at 7:30pm. All whom require transport to Bayswater Hall should make themselves know to the Maitre'd . In addition you are reminded that the dress code will be, as usual, outrageous – Please enjoy the rest your meal and please feel free to utilise the facilities around the room"
Damn – he was addressing the whole restaurant, maybe Sadler's little group was bigger than I thought. As I allowed my gaze to travel through the room I realised that everyone at the two dozen or so tables was dressed very similarly, predominantly in black . Every five metres or so around the periphery of the room there stood people, alternate men and women, wearing long black cloaks and waitresses in stereotypical French maid uniforms hurriedly went about the business of serving and clearing tables. Studying the individuals seated at the tables I came to the conclusion that every walk of life was herein represented, from plumbers mate to QC to aristocracy. Pondering over the soiree scheduled for Wednesday evening I turned to ask Mistress Elizabeth for more detail, looking round at her I was surprised to see her already leaning over towards me and before I could speak
"Do arrive around 7:15pm and Wednesday darling, I should require to give some instructions on etiquette and standards. I have instructed Pinky to purchase an appropriate costume for you from "Submissions", please ensure he has your details. Jackson will pick you up at home at 6:45pm"
With that she turned away and spoke to Mistress Ami. Well I guess that was settled then – I will be going to the ball. A tap on my right shoulder startled me and I swung around
"Care to make use of the facilities ?" Master Dean enquired
Without waiting for an answer her raised his hand and pointed to one of the young ladies standing around the outside of the room. She acknowledged his beckoning and headed towards us. As she reached the table she untied the neck of the cape and allowed it to fall open revealing her almost naked body underneath. Around her waist she wore a thick leather belt which was studded all the way round with two inch steel hoops, leather straps around her wrists and ankles were similarly adorned. Her long blonde hair reached down to her pierced nipples which were connected by a silver chain. She stood expectantly, awaiting further instruction,
"This one loves pussy." Master Dean chortled and turned to me
"Eh…. Not at the moment thanks" I replied, as if refusing a refill of champagne
"No point in wasting it then " He smiled
Looking up at the girl he pointed under the table, she instantly crawled under and sat between his knees. Dean returned to a conversation he had obviously been having with Sadler earlier as the girl unzipped him and pulled out his semi hard cock. I watched as she sucked and rubbed at his hardening cock. As he became fully erect she bounced her head up and down on his shaft till his cock was fully implanted deep in her throat, after two or three minutes of bobbing up and down Dean suddenly halted his conversation with Sadler and turned to the girl who stopped what she was doing and looked up at him.
"Watch your fucking teeth bitch!" as he slapped her hard across the face.
I stared as a huge wield started to rise across her cheek.
"Sorry Master" she apologised and continued to service him. Dean went back to his conversation.
Momentarily stunned by what I had just witnessed, my glances bounced between Dean and the girl. I jumped as the Maitre'd leaned over my shoulder to attract my attention.
"Your cab driver wants to know if he is still required Mistress"
"Yes…Yes I'll come right away" I stuttered.
Rising from the table I bade farewell to the company in general promising to meet again on Wednesday and made my way towards the exit, by now there were a good few gaps in the string of slaves surrounding the tables but none was visible, presumably hunched under tables around the room.
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