T.S. FESSELN
Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.
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Julie stared at the red digital clock counting down the minutes to the New Year and wondered if she was going to make it. The twin vibrators were making it really hard not to cum but cumming now would be very painful for her, to say the least. It was better to concentrate on the numbers slowly climbing towards midnight or the slight pain in her wrists as she dangled there in the cage; or on the cattle prod set on the stand beside her and it’s painful threat.
It had all started when Julie agreed to go with her friends to the New Year’s Party at The Tower. All of them had heard of the new place and were dying to check it out. Julie kept herself in great shape and she flattered anything she wore so she was sure getting in was not going to be a problem.
Julie looked one more time in the mirror to make sure she looked her best. She had beautiful shoulder-length brown hair and crystal blue eyes She applied her make-up much like an artist, making sure everything was perfect including her full, passion-promising lips; the kind men dreamed of kissing or sealed around their cocks. She stood a little over five-seven in heels and her slender frame accented her large breasts and tight ass. Julie had picked out a bright neon blue strapless dress for this evening to more fully flaunt her many gifts. The only thing she was leaving behind was her glasses that made her look like an old librarian.
The brunette was thankful that it was going to be a warm night as she grabbed her purse to meet her friends at the club. Julie was running late and they had called that they were already in and it was kick-ass. The taxi was waiting for Julie as she quickly jotted down the address and handed it to the Asian driver.
“This the address?” the driver asked, looking at the piece of paper.
“Uh-huh,” Julie said, settling into the cab, “It’s to a new club.”
“Okay,” the driver said, driving towards downtown.
There were several clubs on the street she had written down, but none at that address. The closest one was ‘The Blue Line.’ That must be the one she meant.
The drive was sort and Julie made sure to tip the driver a dollar. The club was housed in an old, gothic-looking brick building with a line of blue neon across the façade. There was a large bald doorman beside the entrance wearing a too tight tux and a scowl on his face.
Julie put on her best smile and approached the door, putting an extra slink into her walk.
“Evening, miss,” the doorman said a she approached, “Do you have an invitation?”
“Pardon?” Julie, “I don’t think I need an invite. My friends are already inside and I am running late.”
“Sorry, miss, I can’t let you in without an invitation.”
Julie frowned, “Hold on, let me call one of my friends to come out and we can get this taken care of.”
You can read the rest of the story in my new e-book, 'Yule Tied'. Happy Holidays.
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