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New York can be such an exciting place to visit. It's frustrating when you arethere to work, and you would like some time to play.
I'm Oralia Cruz, and I'm an attorney in Miami. I was in New York to takea series of depositions for a class action suit my firm is currently workingon. The damn depos are scheduled from first thing in the morning to last thingat night. By the time I would finish each day, I barely had the energy to geta bite to eat and fall into bed back at my hotel. And yet I had the feelingthat it might be a long time before I get to visit the big apple again. I hadto get some free time.
The Friday afternoon depo was especially grueling. It took all of my willpower to keep my head in the game. The deponent was a records clerk at a reinsurancecompany. It was clear that his life was incredibly boring. And my job was tolisten to him talk about his boring existence!
The only relief was the insurance company's attorney. He was very cute, about35 years old, and had a good sense of humor. Several times during the afternoon,while I was cross-examining the witness, I saw him checking me out.
We finally finished at about 6pm. What a day, I'm exhausted again. "Willthat be all?" Yes I told the stenographer. I'll want a complete set I toldher. The company's attorney, Ron Carpenter also ordered a complete set of transcripts.She asked if the witness wants to read the draft transcript first, but Rontold her that the witness waives reading.
Ron leaned over and had a short conversation with the witness, a Mr. ArchieSanders. By the time they had concluded, he said, "you go on home now Archie,I need to have a few words with Ms. Cruz before I leave." Archie and the stenographerleft the room at about the same time, leaving me alone with Mr. Carpenter.
"Would you like to get a drink? Maybe a bite to eat?"
"I'm really tired, maybe another time."
"You don't get to New York all that often. You need to take advantage ofthe opportunity and see something of the City before you go home."
"Well maybe just a quick drink, but I need to go to my hotel room first andfreshen up." The depos were in a conference room in the same hotel where Iwas staying, so this wasn't all that much to ask. If nothing else, I neededto get a jacket. Southern girls aren't used to the autumn chill. It also gaveme a chance to fix my makeup and comb my hair. I wasn't expecting a date. Thiscould be fun. I was starting to get into the idea.
I hurried down to the lobby of the hotel to find Ron waiting just where hesaid he would be. "Where are we going?"
"A little club I know down in Soho."
"Soho? Where is that?" I'd never heard of Soho, but then again why shouldI have heard of it?
"It's the area just south of Houston Street in Manhattan. It's a good placeto go for a drink and dinner without running into the tourists."
We got a cab just outside the hotel. Ron told the driver where we wantedto go. At first we chatted about the case. Ron was a hired gun, just as I was.Partners would make the real decisions. My job, and his, was to gather theraw data.
"So, are you married?"
It always comes to that sooner or later. "Yes, married with a seven yearold son."
"What does your husband do?"
"He was in construction, but he was hurt in an auto accident and can't worknow, so he's a stay at home dad and I'm the bread winner."
"Interesting. So you're the dominant at home as well as playing a dominatingrole at work. Is that hard for you?"
"I'm not sure I know what you mean."
"You're an attorney. Your job requires you to be a forceful, take-chargetype person. Your job requires you to dominate your opposition. Then when yougo home, you're the bread-winner which places you in the dominant positionat home as well. It seems to me that is a difficult role for a woman to play24/7. How do you do it?"
"I think I see what you're saying. Yes, it would be nice to have someonefor me to lean on. I could be very comfortable taking orders for a change insteadof giving them, but that's not the situation I'm in. And you, are you married?"
"Never been married. Haven't ever been able to find the right woman who sharesmy interests."
"And what are these interests of yours that no one else shares."
"I didn't say no one else shares my interests. I just said that I have neverfound anyone that I wanted to marry who shared my interests."
I didn't know what he meant, but at least the conversation was starting toget a l bit interesting. We arrived at the restaurant and Ron paid the cabdriver. The restaurant was fairly nondescript, at least on the outside.
Inside it was dark. At first I couldn't see a thing. It seemed like therewas no light at all inside. A man in a dark suit showed us to a table. Theman seemed to know Ron. After we sat down, a waitress came to our table totake a drink order. By now my eyes were starting to adjust to the dim light.I could see that the waitress had spiked hair, bad makeup, several piercingin her ears, nose and lips, and was otherwise wearing a very revealing outfit.The whole effect can be summed up as "slut." I ordered a gin and tonic.
"Well, we got past the first test didn't we?"
I didn't know what he was talking about so I asked him to explain. "WellOralia, many of the girls I bring to this place walk out, but you ordered adrink. That's good!"
"What is this place? Is it a strip club? I notice that the waitresses arefairly underdressed." Now that my eyes were adjusting to the light, I couldsee that the entire wait staff was wearing thongs. "This is a strip club isn'tit?"
"No, it's not a strip club Oralia. It's a place for people to come who sharethe same interests."
"Those interests that you alluded to in the cab, but never described?"
"Yes, those interests."
"Are you going to tell me know what kind of club this is?" I was startingto get annoyed with him. At the same time, I was curious as can be to findout what was going on.
"It is sort of a sex club. Different people here have different fetishes.Many have the same fetishes. No one here judges anyone else on the basis oftheir sexual desires. It's a place to come and just have some fun."
"And on the basis of working with me for four days you decided that I wouldbe interested in going to a sex club with you?"
"Actually, yes I did. I have found that I am quite astute at judging whichwomen will be interested in this, and which women will not be interested. Bythe second day of depositions, I was sure that you would be one of those interestedin something exciting."
I was seated on a bench, with a wall to my right and Ron to my left. I waskind of trapped in a corner. Ron slid over on the bench so that I was literallypinned between him and the wall.
I started to pushed the table out of the way in front of me, and make myescape.
"Oralia, sit down and be quiet!" There was a commanding presence in his voicethat had not been there before.
I was tired after a long day, I was already on the second drink, I was horny,I was curious about the "sex club" and I was impressed with Ron's command tosit and be quiet. All of the above resulted in inaction on my part.
"The man who showed us to our table will call you a cab anytime you wantto go back to your hotel. As long as you stay here, you stay voluntarily. Andas long as you are here, you will do everything I tell you to do without anyquestions. Do you understand all of that?"
I shook my head yes. I knew what I was doing, but I felt lightheaded andexcited all at the same time.
"Do you want him to call you a cab?" I shook my head no. "Speak up Oralia,I want to hear you say that you want to be here of your own free will."
I looked down at my lap for a moment, then I looked up at him. At that momentI felt so incredibly horny, I was ready to do anything. "Ron, I am with youat a sex club of my own free will. Furthermore, I am putting you in charge,I will do anything you ask me to do, without question."
"Nicely said, Oralia. Now, pull your skirt up and take your panties off.Hand the panties to me, and then sit on the bench. I want your nude ass stickingto the leather bench. Do you understand?"
I shook my head yes. I already felt the tingle in my chest. The adrenalinewas pumping through my veins. I was more excited than I had been in many years.Suddenly I was totally alive, as if I had been in a daze for a very long timeand now I was waking up. I pulled up my skirt and slid my panties down to myknees. From there I was able to get one leg out and then another leg. I handedmy panties to Ron. My heart was racing. I arranged my skirt around me on thebench so that my naked ass was on the leather. And it did stick to my skin.
Ron put my panties on a hook on the wall about three feet over my head. Severalmen at other tables turned towards us and toasted Ron. I looked around andfound that all of the tables had a similar hook. Many of the hooks had variousarticles of women's clothing on them. I looked at some of the other women.Several had their panties hanging on the wall over their heads and were seatedon the benches much as I was. A few hooks also had bras on them. The womenunder those hooks were topless. My heart raced.
"Spread your legs, I want to check you." I was just dumbfounded at first. "Spreadyou legs, Oralia my bitch!" I spread my legs. Ron lifted the front of my skirt,and took a moment to look at my snatch. "You have a nice little pussy, bitch." Then,holding the skirt with his right hand, he put his left hand between my thighs.His middle finger quickly found my cunt, and he pushed it in me. "You're hot,bitch." He laughed a somewhat evil laugh. My level of excitement was rising.It was all I could do to sit still on the bench.
By now, I was on my third gin and tonic. I never have more than two and usuallyjust one. I was feeling somewhat giddy. I was hot. Ron's hand came out frominside me. He pointed out some of his friends seated around the room. It wasas much for me to see them as for me to be seen by them. I noticed that someof the women were totally naked by now. Two of the women had moved from theirspots on the bench to kneel on the floor next to their respective men. Allof their clothing now hung from the hook on the wall. As each of these womenknelt down next to their man, the man placed a leather collar around the woman'sneck. Attached to the collar was a leash. The man held the other end of theleash. The women had becomes pets. "You see what is happening here Oralia?" SuddenlyI was back to concentrating on Ron and me rather than on the other women. "Thecreatures that came in here as women have now become bitches. That is bitches,as in female dogs. We are going to have a little dog show tonight. You arenow going to be my sweet little bitch dog." With this, he gently stroked myface as an owner would stroke his dog. "This is the last chance out, Oralia.Do you want the man to call you a cab?" Without hesitation, I shook my headno.
"Take off your blouse and your bra." I started unbuttoning my blouse. I slippedit off and began folding it. Ron grabbed it and hung it on the hook over myhead. "Just do as you're told and nothing more, bitch." Ron unhooked my bra.I slipped it down off my arms and my breasts. After Ron had put the bra onthe hook he told me to turn towards him. He reached into his pocket and cameout with a chain. On either end of the chain were alligator clamps. Ron attachedone clamp to each of my nipples. Then he turned a thumbscrew on each clampthat adjusted the tension. He increased the tension of each clamp until itwas on the verge of pain.
"Kick your shoes off and leave them under the table." I did so. "Now, whenI get up, I want you to slide out of the booth, and stand next to me." Rongot up, and I slid out of the booth and stood next to him. I was still wearingmy skirt, but nothing else. I noticed that almost all the women in the roomwere now nude and collared and kneeling next to their men. Before I realizedwhat he had done, Ron removed my skirt and hung it on the hook. I was nudealso. My heart was racing. I thought it might explode inside my chest. I couldfeel the juices flowing in my pussy.
"Kneel down next to me as the others are doing." I knelt down on the flooras I saw the others doing. My legs were folded under me, my back was straightand head slightly down. My arms were at my side, with my hands turned upward. "That'snot right. You have your legs folded underneath you. The others have theirlegs slightly to the outside. This is so that your ass will be spread, andalso that your cunt is touching the floor. When you leave, I want there tobe a trail of cunt juice where you were kneeling." I moved my legs to the side.I could feel my ass spreading open and my cunt touching the floor. The floorwas dry and dusty. I was sure that I would have no problem leaving a stainon it.
Ron produced a leather collar and collared me. A moment later I was leashedto him. I sat quietly, my heart was ready to jump out of my throat, but I satquietly. I could tell that Ron was excited. Not only from the bulge in hispants, but the sweat on his brow and upper lip. He was excited as well.
The man who had showed us to our seats was now standing at the front of theroom. He welcomed everyone to the "Zanzibar Room." A spot light came on wherethe man was standing. Then he announced that tonight was the night of theirmonthly "bitch contest." He was pleased to announce that there were a record29 entries in the contest.
"When did you enter me in this contest?"
"Tuesday night," came Ron's reply.
"You only knew me for one day on Tuesday!"
"That's right. Now shut up, bitches don't speak." Was I that easy to read?I didn't think so. Maybe this guy really does have a gift for reading a hornybitch.
"Our first contestant is Bitch Daisy," came the man's voice. I really couldn'tsee what was going on from where I was. Kneeling on the floor at the back ofthe room, while all the men are standing in front of me did not make for agood view at all.
It seemed like forever, but finally the man said, "and another first timer,Bitch Betsy." Ron pulled on my chain. I started to stand up.
"On all fours you stupid bitch!" I quickly got down again, and followed Ron,crawling on all fours. As we passed through the crowd on our way to the lightedstage area I had a constant barrage of men's hands on me. Both of my tits gotpulled, and my ass was constantly patted, caressed, pinched, etc. At leasttwo different men put their finger into my cunt and one put his finger up myasshole.
The MC announced, "one more newcomer, Bitch Barbie." I realized that I was "BitchBarbie." When we reached the lighted area, Ron directed me to get on a tablecovered in a table cloth. The table was in the center of a very bright spotlight. Once on the table, and still on all fours, I was instructed to facethe audience, which I did. The MC grabbed my hair and pulled my head up sothat I was looking at the audience. There was a slight applause. I realizedthat in the very unlikely event that someone I knew was out there, there wasno denying that the naked bitch on the examining block was me. A chill of fearcame over me for a moment, but passed.
The MC took a riding crop he was holding in his other hand and began rhythmicallyslapping my tits. This made them bounce and swing. His cropping was timed toget the most bounce and swing he could out of my boobs. There was some laughterand approval from the audience as he did this. "Good tit firmness and a verynice bounce," the man announced.
Then he reached under me and patted my stomach with his open hand. A momentlater his hand went lower and patted my beaver. "Nice and firm, no excess faton this one." He lowered the microphone and said, "turn around." As he didthis, Ron pulled on my leash and turned me so that I was now facing the walland my ass was in the spotlight facing the audience.
Ron pulled one of my knees while the MC pulled the other. Each of them puta small leather thong attached to the table around my knee. Thus, I was spreadopen for everyone to see. The man hit me on the left cheek with the ridingcrop. Then he hit me on the right. Ron was holding my head so that I wouldnot move. "Very nice firm rump," said the man. The riding crop came up betweenmy legs. It stopped short, but the head of the crop arched forward and thensnapped back right on my exposed clit. I jumped. "Good clitoral sensitivity," saidthe man. Suddenly there was something in my cunt. It wasn't a finger and Icouldn't see what it was. Just as suddenly it was withdrawn. "Excellent vaginalfluids," the man announced.
Ron began to untie my knees as the man said, "and that was Bitch Barbie.Our next contestant is Bitch Judy." In a moment, Ron had both knees untied.
He led me down from the table and into a hallway. At the end of the hallwaywas a room with no door on it. The two bitches that had preceded me in thecontest were there with their men. The men had their pants off and were inthe process of fucking their girls. Ron stood me up and pushed me over theback of a couch. "I've been waiting all night for this," he said. I could seethat Ron's cock was stiff as a board.
"I have too, Ron."
He slapped my ass quite hard. "Oralia, bitches don't talk."
He was on me in nothing flat, pumping me from behind. I pulled myself forwardon the couch and got my knees up on the back of the couch so that I was wideopen for Ron. Ron was going deeper and deeper inside me. I came and then Icame again and then I came again. The excitement of the evening was all cominginto the orgasms that I now felt. Ron pushed inside me as far as he could go.Suddenly, I could feel him erupt. Literally it was an explosion inside me.It was the best sex I had ever had.
When I recovered my senses, I noticed that the couples who had been in theroom had left, and two new couples, the ones on stage after me had taken theirplaces. Both girls were having the time of their lives as their men fuckedthe daylights out of them. I smiled.
Ron removed the leash as we left the room. Farther down the hall, our waitresswas waiting with my shoes. I put my shoes on, and then she handed me an oversizejacket to wear. The jacket said "Zanzibar Room" on the back. She told me toput it on. The jacket was just long enough to cover my ass – barely.She handed me a cloth bag. Ron told me that my clothes were in the bag, butthat I could not put them back on until I got home. In my case, back to myhotel.
I started to zip up the jacket. "Leave it unzipped," Ron told me. I'd doneeverything else he told me that night, so why not. I left the zipper aboutan inch and a half from the bottom, just enough to keep the jacked closed.We went through the door at the end of the hall. We were outside and Ron washailing a cab. I suddenly realized that I was chilly. I was wearing my collarand my shoes and the Zanzibar jacket that just barely covered my ass. A cabpulled over and we got in. Ron told the driver to head for my hotel.
I could see that the cab driver was checking me out in his rear view mirror. "Kneelon the floor," Ron said. I slid off the seat and onto the dirty floor of thecab. Ron's right hand was on my ass. He was squeezing my ass cheeks. His handslid down until his finger found my cunt. He began massaging my cunt. I wastrying not to moan, I didn't want the cab driver to know. I closed my eyesand bit my lower lip. "Good show," Ron said to me as he stopped rubbing myclit. "The jacket is open, and the driver has been checking out your boobs."
I opened my eyes to see the driver making quick glances back and forth betweenme and the road. The jacket was indeed open. "Sit back on the seat, zip upyour jacket, and be a good girl," Ron said. I slid back on the seat, zippedthe jacket up to my neck, and curled up next to him.
When we arrived at the hotel, Ron paid the driver. Then he grabbed my garmentbag and opened the door. "Give the driver a show," said Ron. I slid acrossthe seat. As I exited the cab, I lifted the back of the jacket while standingin front of the driver's window. Quickly I put the jacket back down and followedRon into the hotel.
We got off at the sixth floor and quickly found my room. I put the room keyin the door, and was practically shoved into the room by Ron. He pushed medown on the bed, unzipped the jacket, and went down on me. It felt wonderful,and I was much to tired to put up a fuss. His tongue found my clit and madelittle circles around it. I was in heaven. A minute later, I rolled over, sothat Ron was on the bottom, and I was sitting my cunt on his face. While hecontinued his work, I found his zipper. I undid his pants and quickly foundhis cock. It felt so stiff and hard in my mouth. I treated it like an ice creamcone. Finally the ice cream cone erupted. I had already come four times bythen.
The next I knew, it was morning. Ron was just waking up next to me.
We had a nice talk about the night before. "It's really just a game," saidRon. "It's just pretend. There are a lot more safeguards there then you couldpossibly know about. The bitch contest is just for newbies. The real game isan auction. The bitch is auctioned off to the highest bidder. It's a form ofwife swapping, except that we're not married. Now that you've had a taste ofthe game, do you think you might like the real thing?"
"It's not that far from Miami, and the air fares are really low now. I'lllet you know, but I think I would like to explore my kinky side some more.In the meantime though, I'm going to hand you your head on this law suit."
"Hand me my head! I like the sound of that." Ron smiled.
New York can be such an exciting place to visit.
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