Club 738: The Early Years

By Vittoria Lima

Club 738 – The Gentleman’s Club of the Future is no ordinary BDSM Club. Sure, there are female slaves, sex rooms and it caters to all desires and fetishes but there’s something else that makes it unique.

It has something to do with the two men who own it - Rick and Boss and their knowledge that sex, pain, and death all release large amounts of power. They also know that wealthy men command an unbelievable amount of power, but power, like drugs is never enough.

Club 738 creates the environment to acquire it, and the clients provide them with all the power they can handle.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phoenix Rising Publishing
• Release date: Jun 8, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463891414

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Club 738 – The Early Years

Vittoria Lima

Copyright© 2019 Vittoria Lima. All rights reserved

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ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS FICTIONAL STORY ARE AGED 18 YEARS OR OVER.

He first saw her at The Gentleman’s Club. It was a fancy name for a rundown dive on the outskirts of the city with cheap, watered down booze and nude dancers prancing on the stage in return for singles and fives placed between their legs or breasts.

For an extra twenty bucks, a patron could go behind a screen where there was a ratty couch and one of the girls would dance in his lap. Well not dance exactly, more of sit there and wiggle, and allow his hands to wander over her body.

Perhaps a kiss or two and a very lucky few received a few strokes from her hand on their hard cocks through the fabric of their pants. There was never more than that but it wasn’t out of the ordinary for arrangements to be made.

The cheap motel down the road was not adverse to short term room rentals and if the price was right, there was no reason to sign the guest log.

He was obviously very different from the rest of the patrons at the joint. Instead of a dirty t-shirt and jeans, he wore a suit. At first, a few of the patrons thought about hassling him as he was clearly out of place but there was something about him that gave them pause.

Maybe it was the way he moved or the fact that his suit was pulled just a little too tight over his shoulders but he wasn’t bothered as he sat right next to the stage handing out just a bit more than his share of greenbacks to each dancer.

His tips and the fact that he was the only thing in the dump with any class soon had the dancers paying attention to him to the point where he needed to gently herd them away. Whatever dislike the other men there might have had for him was deflected as they realized he wasn’t trying to hog the broads in the vernacular of the locals.

After he had seen all the talent working that night he chose one for a lap dance. And, for a surprise he didn’t pick the prettiest one nor the best dancer nor the one with the nicest tits. Instead, he chose Valerie.

Now, Valerie wasn’t what you would call ugly, she was just past her prime and the realization that she was starting the long slide down the backside of the hill showed. She was still proud of her body and danced well but the wrinkles were beginning to show and some of her moves weren’t as smooth as they once were. Her once proud and firm tits were starting to droop but she was still worth looking at even if she wasn’t the pick of the litter any more.

They went behind the screen and as she bumped and ground on his lap, they made plans. He left soon after but for some reason Valerie spent the rest of the night somewhat distracted and excited. The next night she was still in that condition but even direct questions from the other dancers failed to get her to open up about why.

She stayed late that night and was the last to leave after the owner locked up. He noticed her standing under the old oak by the road but years of dealing with dancers and all their odd behaviors had taught him to just ignore it so he left.

The owner’s old truck was just around the corner when the black limo pulled up. The driver got out and asked if she was Valerie and upon being reassured, she was opened the back door for her and advised her to help herself to anything she found there.

She was a little disappointed she was alone as she had hoped he would be in the car to greet her but she figured he was a busy man and would meet her wherever the driver was taking her.

With the tinted windows and the soft lighting, she couldn’t see anything outside as they drove so she explored the contents of the bar. Good stuff, better that she was used to, top shelf in fact.

Valerie sat back and savored three fingers of the finest brandy she had ever tasted and wondered just how long the trip would take. She never found out because she passed out from the drugs in that oh so fine brandy and when she awoke, she was laying on a big round bed blinking as a bright overhead light shone down on her.

She was still dressed in her street clothes, t- shirt and old jeans, panties and bra. She rarely went braless except