You awaken to the harsh white light of the hospital, rubbing the sleep from your eyes; your body is still exhausted from the morning before with the Asian student nurse. Getting up you stretch your back hearing your vertebrae crack and pop as your muscles loosen and stretch, satisfied you get up, slipping off your hospital gown and looking inside your locker beside your bed in hope to find something more suitable. You find a short black tank top and a pair of faded denim shorts; unfortunately you can see no bra or underwear. Unfazed you slip on these rather tiny items of clothing and search through the remainder of the locker; in it you find your purse, which is pretty empty except for a credit card and a business card. You take a closer look at the business card. On closer inspection you discover that the business card is not really that of a business but of a nightclub. You turn over the card in hope to find a clue on the meaning of this, and find a name scrawled rather quickly on the bottom corner of the card, Janine. You rack your memory in hope to find some meaning of the name but come up with a blank. Determined to try and find out whom this mysterious person is in hope to find more about yourself you pack your meagre belongings and leave the hospital. Strangely you don't encounter anyone on the way out. 9pm Later that night... After spending the whole day asking around about the nightclub as displayed on the business card, you discover that is in actual fact a very expensive nightclub that is open to exclusive members or a pretty hefty entrance fee. Its name is subversion, and is in essentiality a bondage/perversion club. Armed with your credit card, you go shopping; settling for a full-length cat suit made from PVC. The suit is so tight you need to cover yourself in a thin layer of talcum powder to get into and out of the suit. You finish off your attire with knee length 8-inch stiletto boots, a pair of gloves that suitably blend in with your outfit, a cat of nine tails whip and a facemask that only covers your eyes. The kind that people wear on Mystery River cruises in order that people don't know who is who. Looking in the mirror, you are almost shocked at who you see, before realising that it is in actual fact just a reflection. Pleased that you have the dominatrix look down pack, you set off to find this elusive nightclub. You find the club nestled in the upper class suburbs of the rich and famous, the nightclub standing alone, stands proud and erect, alone, at the top of the food chain. Two large beefy bouncers stand at the doorway wearing gimp masks as if to confirm their dominant status. They let you into the club, without asking for any entrance fee, identification or questions. Looking around, you have no idea where to go so you take a few turns left and a few turns right, ahead of you in the dark you see a sliver of light behind a curtain. Opening the curtain you find yourself on stage by yourself, in front of you are hundreds of people, looking at you as if in expectation that you would appear. "We'll start the bidding at $1000," A midget with a loudspeaker says. "$1500" A man wearing a gimp mask replies. "$2000" A woman wearing a nurse's outfit counters. You catch the woman's eye and she grins at you, cheekily as if she knows you. "$2050" The man replies, obviously getting abit desperate in relation to his limited funds. "$5000" The woman nurse counters almost immediately, obviously she has lots of money that she doesn't mind splashing. The man in the gimp mask steps down; he obviously does not have the kind of money to compete with the woman nurse. "$5000 dollars going once.....twice.........S-O-L-D! To the ravishing brunette in the nurses outfit." The midget climbs up on stage and leads you off to your new owner for the night. The woman in the nurse's outfit waits at the bottom of the stairwell awaiting your arrival. Upon reaching the base of the stairwell the woman in the nurse's outfit gives you a peck on the cheek. "Ms Lindemulder is awaiting for your arrival, she was very excited to hear of your arrival back here, it has been a long time indeed. She made it quite clear to me that there was no limit to how much it would cost her in order to enjoy your company for the night." The nurse said this with a smile, her lips curling back to a cheeky grin. "Excuse me, but what exactly happened back there? What was all the bidding about? I am looking for a person by the name of Janine, do you know her?" you ask, before things desperately spiral out of control. "That back there, was what the club likes to call a slave trade, where the people go on stage and the audience bids on them, the person with the highest bid 'owns' the person for the night. Of course it is entirely up to the slave to decide if they actually want to stay with the bidder for the night or not, this is after all a free country. The person whom you seek, Janine, is in fact the person who just blew $5000 to obtain you for the night, Ms Lindemulder." The nurse knocks on the door of a private room, situated upstairs away from the dance floor. A voice inside replies "Come on in" The voice sounds sultry and exotic with a hint of an accent which you can't seem to pinpoint.
To Be Continued...