Chapter 2: Madame Michelle

I come around to find myself curled up on a soft matted floor trapped inside a small metal cage. Scrambling to my knees in a space where I was barely able to move, I grabbed the bars of the door and found it locked. Looking out I saw a large well-equipped gym with all kinds of weight machines and exercise contraptions at one end. Thick rubber mats were laid across the floor in a large central area at the edge of which my cell sat with 6 wooden stools arranged in a row close by. I had many fares to and from gyms, bright shiny affairs with crowds of trendy people in designer exercise clothes, loud pumping music and big windows. This was nothing like that. For a start, the only windows were skylights set into a high ceiling that reminded me of an old-fashioned warehouse with thick wooden beams crossing horizontally set much lower down creating an open false ceiling from which were suspended fluorescent tube lights. Hanging from some of these beams in one corner were a large number of male mannequins, a disquieting sight that made me look away.

The low murmur of voices draws my attention to the far side perpendicular to my cell. Sitting behind a row of Bistro tables with fine table clothes are a number of very well dressed women wearing customs from top Parisian designers and draped in furs and jewellery, some of which looked liked they cost more than I would ever earn in a lifetime. These privileged bitches sat there looking down at me with arrogant snobbery with glasses of disgracefully expensive wine in their hands as if expecting a floor show. All of a sudden their attention was drawn to something behind me. I looked around to see a changing room door open from which walked the 6 women from the bar. Gone are the business jackets and skirts, replaced by light elegant and feminine blouses with plunging necklines and tailored to emphasise their feminine figures. Some wore very short skirts, others wore no skirts at all. However, all wore luxury sheer tan pantyhose. The plain blonde who had attacked me still wore her high-heeled leather boots and short leather skirt. Above the waist was a thin black top that barely covered her hips and stretched tightly over her splendid figure emphasising a large firm bust that jiggled erotically as she walked with the others towards the stools. She might have an unattractive face but her body was hot as hell and made my dick stir. In fact all 6 of them had great legs made all the more sensational by being shown off to their full extent in those hose and high heels. Except for the booted blonde, those heels are slipped off as they take their places on the stools in a showy sensual way to reveal light reinforced toes.