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If Club Party
By
Jan
I was thrilled about being invited by the woman that brought me out to go to a closed door party at the If Club. It came at work with a simple phone call. She said, "Kathy, I will pick you up after work tonight. Joni and I are going to take you to the If Club tonight for a private party."
There was no opportunity to negotiate or complain. She hung up after the simple statement.
I was getting nervous waiting for quitting time. I had been to the If club with them before, and knew it was a hardcore lesbian nightclub. This is the kind of bar where most of the patrons are real dykes. The typical patron is a heavyset female with her hair cut very short. Some have the sides of their heads shaved, with either a Mohawk strip like a Spartan helmet, or a lock of hair on one side of their head. The hair colors vary from coal black to vermilion to pink. Some have blonde strips with dark roots. A lot of them wear sleeveless T-shirts to show off colorful tattoos that cover the gamut from tribal, to portraits of previous feminine lovers. Baggy pants and work boots are the norm. They are a rowdy bunch of foul mouthed women. Quite often their girlfriends are innocent looking feminine looking girls that could pass for prom queens.
Joni and Wilma were very attractive looking women. Both of them had been professional fashion models in their youth. In that industry any woman over thirty is beyond the upper limits of age for modeling. They had started their own modeling agency, and were successful.
Wilma had recruited me as a girl, and brought me out. She recognized that I was a natural submissive lesbian when I was just a teenager. She was always looking for ways of demonstrating her power over me. Joni was a friend of hers that shared her love of dominating attractive girls like me.
I had no idea what she had planned for me this evening. Like I said, I knew the kind of patrons that frequented the If Club, and I really wasn't attracted two the dyke type of lesbians. Just the same after work I went home and changed into the clothes I found laid out on my bed by Wilma.
There was a pair of the thinnest black bikini panties, tan patent-leather three inch pumps, a simple fall colored plaid short skirt, and a white short sleeved T-shirt. I put the items on and brushed my hair in preparation of the arrival of Wilma.
When my doorbell rang I opened the door to welcome Wilma. Joni was standing beside her. Wilma stands a good six-foot one with heels on. Her hair cut in a simple page boy with bangs, and died a maroon color. She had on a simple strapless black cocktail dress with dark nylons and heels. She had a shoulder purse slung over her shoulder. Joni is at least five- feet ten in heels. She is a natural blonde with short swept back hair. She also had on a simple T-strapped black cocktail dress, nylons and heels. She was carrying a leather satchel.
Neither of them would answer my questions about what they were planning, or what was in their bags. They simply marched me to their car, after I locked my door.
They escorted me to Wilma's restored classic Chevy. I don't know what year it was, but the paint had been restored to the original charcoal and salmon, with large fins in back. It had fake leather charcoal and salmon bench seats. They had me sir between them as Wilma drove us to the club.
She parked the car in the parking lot of a corner strip mall. All of the shops were closed, so the club could use the parking lot for their patrons. The bar was located on the corner, and was a square brick nondescript building. There were no neon signs out front proclaiming the name of the bar. The way the entrance zigzagged didn't allow any light to escape, so passing cars would not even be aware the bar was open if they didn't see patrons coming and going.
Because this was a special party for regular customers there were two doormen at the door. One was obviously an old professional boxer, because of the cauliflower ears, scared eyebrows, and twisted nose. The second one was a butch looking heavy set dyke with short blonde hair, holding a heavy metal flashlight that she used to check ID's and as a weapon.
The doormen only gave us a polite nod as we entered the club. We were bombarded with a cacophony of noise. With so many women talking at the same time, it is almost impossible to talk to someone without putting your mouth close to their ear.
Tonight the patrons were dressed just as they normally did when they were on a night out. The variety of patrons ranged from big bull dykes to slender sexy girls that looked like office workers.
Wilma and Joni led me past the long bar on our left on the north wall to the middle of the room, and found us a place to sit on the bench seat along the south wall. We were sitting between colorful characters.
To our left were a couple of heavy set women in black T-shirts and jeans. Their arms had a mixture of tribal and floral tattoos on them. To our right sat a couple of other women just as interesting. One was wearing a sleeveless black T-shirt and jeans. Her head was shaved on either side, sporting a spiked Mohawk. Her arms were covered in tattoos. Her friend was wearing a tan rain coat and her blonde hair was covered in soft curls around her head. She looked like an office worker. As soon as we sat down they started preparing me for my ultimate domination.
Wilma and Joni told me to pull up my short skirt and pull my little thong panties down to my knees. Wilma handed me a metal plate designed to straddle my labia major with electrical wires attached to the top. There were cords attached to the top and bottom. Wilma and Joni attached the device around my hips. Joni pulled my panties back up and hung an electrical receiver to the top on my panties. Then she pulled my skirt back down. The receiver kept the front of the skirt up, exposing my panties.
Wilma pulled out a device a little hard to describe. It was a metal plate attached to a harness and a mouthpiece that went into my mouth for me to hold between my teeth. She strapped the harness around my head. Then she pulled my hands behind my back, and locked handcuffs on them. Her next step was to activate the remote control switch she was holding to test it, by pressing the button sending an electrical shock to my pussy. I quivered in response. Then she pulled out a Sharpie marker and wrote 'Whiskey' on the T-shirt covering my left tit. She pinched my nipple before sending me off to the bar to retrieve her order.
About halfway to the bar she buzzed me one more time, causing me to quiver right in front of everyone. All eyes were on me as I made my way to the bar. The bartender was also a black haired woman dressed in a black sleeveless tank top, black leather pants and greasy work boots. Her arms also had tattoos on them.
She read the drink order and filled a 10 ounce glass with iced whiskey and a red plastic straw.
A tall woman standing next to me with dark hair and a few blonde strands on one side and wearing a taffeta dress picked up the drink and placed it on my mouth tray.
I made my way back across the room to stand in front of Wilma. She motioned for me to kneel down. She took a sip from the straw, forcing me to kneel in an uncomfortable position until my knees hurt. Then she lifted the drink and took a long sip before agreeing that it was good.
Joni took the Sharpie and wrote Roy Rodgers on my right tit, pinched my nipple before sending me off. Wilma buzzed me a couple of times on my way. The bartender mixed the drink and placed it on the bar. A young slender woman with short black hair, black T- shirt over a white one and black jeans picked up the drink and placed it on the tray. She pinched my tit before kissing my cheek and sending me back.
I knelt in front of Joni and she removed the drink and sipped it. Wilma pulled me back in front of her and grabbed my T-shirt and ripped it open, exposing my breasts. She placed the Sharpie on the tray and told me to take orders from other gals.
I walked over in front of the girl with the Mohawk. She grinned at me and looked at Wilma and Joni for explanation. Wilma told her, "Go ahead and write your drink on her tit!"
She took the marker and wrote Vodka Tonic on my right tit. Joni took the marker, as I made my way back to the bar. This time a heavy set woman with tits the size of watermelons and upper arms as large as my thighs, sporting a huge tattoo, pinched my nipples repeatedly before placing the drink on the tray.
Ms. Mohawk sipped from the straw, before taking it off the tray. She smiled sweetly while pinching my nipples, before I moved on to another girl.
This one was a tall blonde and she wrote Vodka and Orange on my thigh, but Wilma buzzed me as I was returning, causing me to spill the drink. She got up and ripped the T-shirt off of my body and made me step out of the skirt. She removed my mouth tray, and stuffed the panties into my mouth. That removed the support for the remote electrical buzzer. She removed the electrical device, exposing my shaved pussy. She made me get down on my knees, to wipe the floor with my mouth. While I was doing that she stuck two fingers into my asshole, and finger fucked me while I struggled to wipe up the spilled drink. When she told me I was done, she made me carry the used T-shirt to the back of the room and drop it in a trash can.
When I returned Wilma stopped me in front of a pinball machine and forced me face down over the glass top and held out a large black strap-on dildo to that slender dark haired girl that had placed the second drink on my tray. She had removed her T- shirt exposing small tits with little dark areolas and nipples. She also dropped her jeans and panties before strapping on the dildo.
She stuck that amazing black dildo into my ass and fucked me hard, while other girls held my legs open. I was making so much noise that Wilma strapped a red ball gag in my mouth, and buckled it around my head. I was reduced to making pleading animal sounds. My butt was being spanked hard. Both cheeks were soon flaming red, while I was being fucked in the ass.
Joni handed a creamy yellow dildo to another gal who strapped it on, while I was being turned over. She stuck the dildo into my pussy and fucked me, while the gal with the black one was rubbing my clit. My nipples were being pinched by several women.
Later I was taken to the bar and forced to get on my hands and knees on the bar top. My daggling tits were being felt and pinched while fingers were being shoved into my ass and up my pussy. While that was going on Wilma had pulled her little black dress up under her armpits, exposing her small breasts and her bald pussy.
The slender dark haired girl sat on top of the bar next to me, and reached around Wilma's body to grasp her tits. Joni pulled me off the bar by my hair, and made me kneel in front of Wilma. She shoved my head into her pussy. I ate her pussy to the howls of the crowd. The dark haired girl was squeezing Wilma's tits, and commenting about how much she liked watching me eating pussy. When Wilma came, I was pulled to my feet by the handcuffs. Wilma slapped my face until my cheeks were red.
Joni told me to go over, and eat Mary's pussy. Mary was a stunning Mexican girl with long brown hair. She had on ankle boots, short skirt and a Sleeveless T-shirt. She sat on a little stool, and crooked her finger in a command for me to come and get it. She lifted her skirt showing everyone her shaved pussy. I knelt in front of her, and buried my face in her cunt. She pulled my hair and threw her head back making all kinds of pleasure sounds.
Women standing around her pulled her T-shirt up and played with her tits, while I ate her pussy. Other women were sticking their fingers up my ass too. Mary not only came in my mouth, she even peed in my mouth. When she was finished I was pulled away by the hair.
Wilma and Joni stood me up and took turns kissing me and slapping my face. Then they made me crawl around the room sucking every pussy presented to me. The femmes were shaved, but some of the dykes had copious amounts of pubic hair. I was gagging on hairs caught on the back of my tongue. One fat dyke took her pants off and presented her butt to me. Joni made me kneel behind her, and tongue-fuck her asshole. While I was busy doing that someone started fucking my asshole with a strap-on dildo. When the dyke was satisfied another bitch took her place, and presented her asshole.
When there was a break in the action I got a chance to look around. All of the femmes were naked and being felt up by dykes, while they were being kissed. I even saw some dykes allowing other dykes to fuck them with dildos.
That chubby woman with watermelon sized tits and large tattoos on her biceps of attractive women, was sitting down where Wilma had been sitting and pulled up her dress to expose a hairy pussy. A group of butch dykes had removed all of the clothes of one of the other dykes. They had bent her over and shoved her face into the pussy of the woman with big tits. Several women were feeling and pinching her dangling tits, while another very butch looking woman had removed all of her clothes, except for her work boots. She had a large black strap-on dildo, and she was fucking the woman in the asshole without mercy. The crowd was applauding the sight of a bull dyke being fucked in the ass, and being forced to eat a hairy pussy.
I was exhausted by the time everyone was finished using me. Wilma told me to lie on my back with my legs open. She rested her platform heels on my body, poking my tits with the heels. She invited anyone that wanted to wash my body with booze to do so. One by one the women straddled my body and spit their drinks on me. My body was soaking wet in short order. One of the naked women filled her mouth with booze, laid on top of me, pressed her mouth against mine until I opened my mouth, then she spat the booze into my mouth. I lost count of the number of women that spit booze into my mouth. I was thoroughly drunk by the time I was allowed to sit up.
My clothes were destroyed, so when Wilma and Joni agreed to take me home, I had to exit the bar into the early morning night air totally naked. The cold night air almost sobered me up by the time we got to the car. At least the street was deserted. By the time we got home I was asleep. They had to wake me up, and almost carry me into the apartment. They drew me a warm bath and placed me in it. I fell back asleep in no time. I only woke up when the water got too cold. They had been busy sucking each other's pussy in my absence. They allowed me to cuddle up between them. We eventually fell asleep.
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