Chapter 12

We started driving towards downtown. We got onto the freeway, and I was at least glad we had some clothing on, so we would not run into anymore trouble, like we did the night before. I tried to keep my eyes forward while we were on the freeway, lest I be spotted by someone I knew. It didn't stop me from peeking every once in a while, as, one time, we passed an elderly couple. The man driving seemed to oogle at my wife, then, looked right at me. At first, he had the same look. Then, realizing I was obviously a man, gave me a look of disgust, as they slowed down to get out of our line of sight. The skirt felt strange on my shaved legs, and my ass still ached. Master broke the long silence, saying, "Well, Kathryn, I know you're going to have fun tonight. But, don't you think your girlfriend Ricki needs some fun, too?"

"Absolutely, Patrick", was my wife's reply, playing it to the hilt. "What do you say, Ricki? You look hot, so you obviously are looking for some tonight. I can set it up with the club owner, if you want", Master said. "I can't go out in public like this! W-what do you have planned?", I said with hesitation. He continued, "Well, my dear, you are the one who got dressed up like that. You're obviously looking for some. I know, as a woman, you don't completely understand the stirrings looking like that does to a guy, but I know you women will know more than we ever will about that, anyway." His speaking to me like a woman was terribly humiliating, and, for some reason, in between the blushing, I was really getting harder through the straps jutting my cock out from under the skirt.

We took the Downtown exit from the freeway, and, as we could all tell from where he got off the road, where we were going was definately not the good part of town. In fact, we were heading towards the dive part of town. We pulled to a stoplight, and Master said, "Well, Kathryn, why don't you play with yourself the rest of the way. I know with your womanhood locked up like that, you must be hungry for action. I'm so glad your boyfriend gave me a key." Kathryn immediately dove her hand under her transparent skirt, and started frigging herself. Master positioned the vanity mirror on her side, so I could see her face, as she was in total bliss. We got to the next light, and we were startled by a panhandler, who came up to the window. "Hey, got any chan... What the FUCK?!? Oh yeah, baby, play with it!" He got an eyefull, and was encouraging my wife to play with herself. "Man I got to get me some of that!" Master replied, "I'm sorry, but you can watch, until the light turns green. Kathryn, come, NOW!" Kathryn stammered, "N-n-n-o-o-o! N-n-n-o-o-t-t in f-front of..." But her body wasn't listening to her words, as she started cumming violently, just as the light changed. As we pulled away, I saw a look of total abandon and shame in her eyes, through the mirror.

We made a turn, and went about a mile further, when Master pointed the place out: "There it is ladies! Should be fun!" The place was a dive. It said, 'TOTALLY NUDE DANCING AND SEX SHOWS. BOOTHS AVAILABLE.' I knew we were in for a night. There were a couple of parking spots in front, but Master kept driving: "We don't want to take the customer's spots, now do we", he explained. "Besides, in a neighborhood like this, I want to park somewhere safe." He pulled into a garage about two blocks away. We pulled into a stall, and he got out. He then opened Kate's door, then mine, as we got out. I was scared to death. "I-I can't walk out there like this!", I stammered. "Sure you can! Strut your stuff. I'm sure when people see where you are going in to, it will help tonight's attendance greatly. Now, get moving, sweet britches!" He swatted me on my bare, shaved ass.

It was very difficult to walk in the high heels, and Master must have noticed, because Master said, "Kathryn, your girlfriend must not be used to those shoes. Why don't you show her how to walk?" Kathryn then said, "Okay, Patrick. Now, Ricki, honey, walk like this!" She swayed her ass back and forth, the lock dangling from the bottom of her see through skirt, as she showed me how to walk, one foor literally in front of the other. I started to walk like her, and found I could do it. Master opened the trunk and took out a bag, then caught up with us. We got to the elevator in the covered garage, and went downstairs to street level. I took a deep breath, as we got out, and walked out the door, and onto the street.

We started walking. Master got between us, holding an arm of each of us, as the three o us walked towards the club. I noticed every eye on us, as, I'm sure they got a nice, free show of my wife's ass, and tits through the thin material. I recognized that look. It was the same look I must have given thousands of times, without even thinking. But, dressed the way I was, I felt a little self-conscious, like they were looking at me that way. About a block into our trip, a guy walked up to us, and said, "Hey, man! How much for the whore?"

"These are not whores", Master said, and I actually felt a little proud. "They're going with me to the club over there. If you have enough money, maybe you can partake!"

"Maybe. Thanks, man!", he said. We continued on, without incident, and, finally reached the club. Master knocked on the door, and a big, burly man answered. "Yeah, what the fuck do you want?" Master answered, "I'm Patrick, and I've brought some entertainment for the evening. The owner is expecting me." The burly guy grunted, and said, "Wait a minute", as he went back in. He came back out in a moment, and his disposition was completely changed: "I'm very sorry, sir. Yes, the owner is expecting you. It's just that we get all kinds knocking on the door, before we open; you understand."

"Why, certainly", Master said. "We're glad we could come, anyway. As a matter of fact", Master said, pulling at my arm, "this one would still like to come." He pointed to the wet spot of pre-cum that had formed on the front of my skirt, as they both laughed. The door was opened, as we were let inside.

We got in, and saw a darkly lit room. Inside was a dancing are, like any strip club. There was also an open walkway, covered, of course, leading to an adult bookstore next door with booths. There was another burly bouncer there, standing watch, so nobody got a free show. The booths were token operated, where, I have no doubt, men could watch porno movies and jack off. The burly guy said, "By the way, my name it Terry."

"My name is Patrick, and these two are Kathryn and Ricki."

"How do you do, er, ladies", Terry said, as he shook our hands lightly. Master said, "Ricki is to be treated as a lady tonight, I'm sure the owner has explained that."

"Absolutely", Terry said. "All of the staff is aware, and ready. It should be a great night! If you'll just have a seat at one of the tables, Joe, the owner, will be right out. Order some drinks." With that, he left, to take his perch at the front door, while Master steered us towards a table just to the left-center of the stage. A waitress, just getting ready for duty, and topless, came over, and Master ordered us drinks. The waitress' breasts were jutting out, and her long nipples were semi erect, as I watched her walk over to the bar. The drinks came, and Master said, "Well, what do you think of the place? Not the best part of town, but we should have an enjoyable evening. Now, Kathryn, I know you've always wanted to perform. That's why I brought us here. I set it up with the owner, someone I know (does he know everyone in this town??) for your dream to come true. You will work a couple of sets, the first one at 8:30."

"Thank you, Patrick", my sweet wife said. I was horrified. At private parties was one thing. But, now, she would be performing for people even Master did not know. We made small talk for a little while, when the owner came out from the back. He was in his late thirties, hair slicked back, wearing sunglasses in this dark, dank room. He stuck out his hand to Master, "Pat! Great to see you! It's been awhile!"

"Nice to see you, Joe", Master said. "I've been wanting to do this for a while, but, it hasn't worked out in the past."

"How's Rebecca? Seen her lately?", Joe asked. "Just great! She's involved with these two also", Master replied. "That figures. She always seemed to be more of a top, anyway."

"Yeah, she sure was a fighter", Master replied. "Anyway, you'll get to see her tonight. She should be along later", Master said, to my surprise. "Great! Well, you know, we cater to every taste. And speaking of taste, let's get a look at the morsels for tonight!" Master had us both stand. He introduced us: "Joe, this is Kathryn, and this is sweet Ricki!" Joe kissed our hands, "Nice to meet you, ladies. I'm sure it will be fun, at least for some of us it will", he said with a somewhat wicked laugh. Master said, "Well, tonight may be their swan song. Like with Rebecca, I'm giving them a couple of days to decide what they want to do after tonight."

"Well, then", Joe said, "We'll just have to make it extra special! By the way, the cut we agreed to?", he asked Master. "Yes, absolutely", Master replied. "Very generous, Pat. Well, are you ready?"

"Just a few minutes, Joe, I want to speak to the ladies, before we begin."

"Very good. I'll be over at the bar, making sure everything is ready for tonight."

"Alright, Joe, see you in a few minutes!"

Joe left, as Master sat us both down, again. He said to us, "Well, as you probably gathered, I'm giving Joe a cut of the proceeds for tonight. The tips will be divided, tonight. Joe will get 50% of anything Kathryn makes tonight. I'll get 40%, in case this is the last evening. It will make up for the cost of the items I have made and bought for the two of you through this experience. You will get the remaining 10%. Now, here's the catch. Before we leave here, tonight, Kathryn must have $200, before the night is over. That means $2000 total. Don't get too worried. Even though this is not the best part of town, Joe attracts a certain influential cliental. Now, in order to get most of this money, she can make money back stage in between shows. But she cannot pick up the people herself. You, Ricki, must pick out the men, and negotiate price to do things with your wi... I mean girlfriend. But, first, Ricki, we will all go over to the bar, then, you will go with Joe. He has a few things for you to do, before the shows." I was dumbfounded, as he directed us all to stand up, and walk over to the bar. As we were walking over there, Master said, "Now, you two, do whatever Joe says to do." We looked at each other, and I know at least I swallowed hard.

We got to the bar, and Joe caught us out of the corner of his eye. "Hi, ladies and gentleman. Are you ready?"

"All set for the evening", Master said. "Great", Joe said. "I think we should have a great evening. However, one of the ladies, here, should give the bartender a 'tip', before the evening begins. After all, he will be screening the people who will be participating. You see, Ricki and Kathryn, we cater to all kinds of clients here. However, most of the people here are regulars. So, we will make sure that most of the people you contact tonight are known to Jason, our bartender, here, and I, because I know you both have family and such. Anyway, ladies, Jason would like a startup tip, before we start. Make it good, and he may even help you reach your... <giggle> goals for the evening." We both knew what he meant, and Kate started going behind the bar, but Jason stopped her short. "I want the tall one", he said. Kate got up, and I walked around behind the bar. I looked at the bulge building in his pants, as I unzipped his pants. I took his growing cock out, and started to lick the tip of his cock, as he moaned. I started working on him, as Master and Joe encouraged me: "Suck him, whore! Man, you really must want some dick tonight, woman!" I could taste the pre-cum on his cock, as I was sucking him for all I was worth. From both watching Kate over the years, and doing it so much myself over the last few months, I must have gotten pretty good at it, because I brought Jason towards a climax in no time. "Ooohh, yeahhh! Suck it bitch! Do it! Do it! Oh, god, here it comes, whore!", he shouted, as he pulled out, and spurted his seed all over my face. I started to wipe it off, when Joe stopped me, "No, whore. Just lick off what is on your hands, and leave the rest on your face!" I did as I was told, as I tasted the now familiar taste of sperm on my hands, as I licked them.