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StoryThe CircleBy Maître Pierre |
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Chapter 1b:The club .... The club was located on a very expensive real estate in downtown. The building is an old restored and renovated place. The façade, square, about fifteen floors high, the windows are very symmetrical. The back of the building disappears from view, being hidden by other buildings beside it, making it very hard to see its real size. At the bottom of the building, there is a grand entrance, with very ornate art deco decorations dating from its original construction. This is the "official" entrance for the offices located in the building. Just on the left of the entrance, there is a wooden door that is breaking the symmetry of the building. On top of that wooden door, being obvious, a security camera; this is the entrance of the club.....
"The Circle" Hiding in the shade of a door nearby, she was waiting for the right moment to come out. She could see the entrance of the club from where she was and she knew that she could simply walk to the entrance to get in, but she wanted more anonymity than that and when she noticed a group of about twelve young adults dressed in what looked to be some weird way, she quietly started to walk behind them, accelerating her paste just enough to be close to the group, hoping to be considered part of it. They quickly walked toward the big wooden door. A small plaque on the door indicates the name of the club, which is so simple…:"The Circle". The first from the group open the door so they can enter, it's a young man. At the entrance, a big black man almost 7 feet tall....dressed in a white wedding dress welcomed the group! The young man who opened the door for the group, surprised, just yelled out!
Without losing his composure, the "Georges" person answered in a very soft voice...
Smiling, the young man who had yelled out to the doorman....., well, "door person" said with a huge grin:
The group, including "Clementine" all laugh at the joke. Keisha, wanting not to be single out from the group, laughed with them. They all entered the club, "Clementine" not noticing Keisha at all. She made certain that the hood she was wearing was covering her and making her as anonymous as possible. The door to enter the building is a very thick and solid wooden door. It actually looks like a dungeon door! Inside the building, a large lobby with three doors, if you don't count the entrance. In front, ajar, it is obviously the door to enter the club, to the left, the door is closed and to the right, it is a "half door", again, obviously a coat check.. On top of the entrance for the club itself, a security camera films everybody entering the club….. She knows that, despite her care to look average, when she will remove the hood, she will be noticed, yes, she had this effect! So when it was her turn at the half door, she casually removed her hood, trying to look like she had been to this place many times. The group of young adults were still waiting for some of their friends so they had not entered the hall yet, blocking the door. When she removed her hood, a silence fell on the group of young adults; the young women looking angry and the young men, well, let's just say that if they could eaten her with their eyes, she would be already crumbs on their plates. Turning towards the young men, looking placidly at them, a small smile on her lips, she just stared at them, looking them in the eyes until they all, one by one, lowered their eyes, flushing. The young women though, did not lower their eyes, anger being visible in their faces, Keisha was used to this, and she didn't care! Going around the group, walking in her self assured way, she entered the hall where deafening house music could be heard! Her entrance was, again and as usual for her, noticed..... Pierre, the man from the couple who manage the club, was walking towards the bar when he noticed a "disturbance" in the mood of the club. Since he and his wife were managing the place, he had developed this "third eye" that often helped him to avoid trouble. But tonight, his alarm bells are ringing in his head. Stopping near one of the big subwoofer that was pumping the bass for the dance floor, he lean against it, intently watching the "apparition" that just entered the hall. She was standing in the entrance, obviously scanning the place. She was not tall nor was she small. Her skin was brown, like she had been sunbathing to a perfect crisp! Her face was not that nice to look yet, you could not stop looking at it, almost as you were hypnotize by it. Her demeanour was stunning. She had dressed perfectly for the occasion; she was wearing a black top that was very skin tight, revealing nothing and so much at the same time. It looked like a corset without being one, Pierre had lots of experience to recognize this. Her black shinny pants, or tights, he could not see from where he was, was perfectly moulding her ass. Hi-heels and a small hand bag, coordinated, of course, was complimenting her long hair, pull into a pony tails. Pierre realised that the whole package was making her such a magnet to the eyes. Pierre, whistling to himself, just thinking...:
Turning his head, Pierre noticed that his wife, Catharine, the other partner in managing the club, is not sitting in the "other" hall as usual. For whatever reasons, she had come out in the dance hall and saw the lady that just walked in. She noticed Pierre looking at her. Their eyes crossed, she was aware of troubles coming...... Entering the club, Keisha saw the elaborate lighting system on the ceiling…. Lots of equipment suspended, almost too much! The music was loud, but at the same time, not too loud, a sign of quality in equipment. She did not see then the older man leaning on the subwoofer, looking at her. Being good at reading people, she noticed the different groups. Scanning the hall, she saw a group of about her age, standing at one of the standing bar. Following her own hunch, she walked toward them, carefully putting an engaging smile on her face. At the bar, she ordered a drink, wanting more to blend in than wanting to drink. After paying for the drink which was not cheap, she turned around and lean against the bar, the carefully created smile on her face.
Paula:: A big lady dressed in a corset and a long velvet skirt, leaning on the bar beside Keisha, was drinking her own drink. When the music stopped, the MC was talking on the PA system, to explain the services offered by the club, trying to get new members to sign in; the big lady turned toward Keisha:
Keisha looking at the big lady, she noticed that her big breasts were almost trying to explode out of the top of the corset.
And showing the top of Paula's corset with her finger where the areolas of her nipple was starting to be visible:
Paula muttering under her breath:
Using her fingers, Paula is pulling up her corset, trying to get her ample bosoms inside the corset obviously too small for her, a lost cause..... Using this opportunity to get more information, Keysha:
Keisha:
Than looking at Paula and her clothing:
Paula looked at her shocked!
Keisha, with a gesture of her hand, shows Paula outfit.
Paula answer is quick:
Keisha gives her a puzzled look:
Keisha, in a neutral tone:
Paula, turning towards the different groups in the big hall:
And showing over her shoulder another group;
Keisha, again, with an amused smile on her lips:
Paula, with a disgusted face:
Keisha was thinking to herself that she never heard about that "Steampunk" thing…." And then looking at Keisha:
Keisha, thinking that she would have to do more research about these different groups, answered:
Than, Keisha looking again at Paula's corset, she show Paula the other breast trying to get out of it's prison. Paula, exasperated:
Keisha, slowly drinking her drink is looking at the groups in the club. Than she realize something weird; all the guest in the club are all young and somehow "hip". She always though that such a club would have an older and more comfortable clientele money wise. Turning toward Paula:
Paula, still fighting a lost war with her breast and the corset: "This is not the regular crowd here; the "open door crowd" does not mix well with the regulars" Keisha, puzzled:
Paula:
Keisha is becoming impatient with Paula's cryptic answers:
Paula:
Keisha thinking:
Paula, now curious:
Before the conversation could go on, the MC finished with his intervention, the DJ got the music blaring again, making it impossible for the ladies to have a conversation, which saved Keisha from answering Paula's questions. Miming with her hand that she could not speak because of the loud music, Keisha left Paula and her "breast problems", walking around the club, going from group to group in quest of more information. The big hall looked like a regular club at first glance. yet, very quickly, Keisha noticed some odd details about the hall. When you enter the big hall through the lobby, you enter a door that is facing the main bar sideway. To get to the center of the hall, you have to turn left. The wall facing the entrance is made of big panels. Keisha can see in the flashing lights that these panels can be moved being suspended on some kind of railings. It means that the hall is much bigger that it appears. Looking at the ceiling, she can see more railing; the hall can be changed easily into any shape that is desire. On the right of the bar, on the far wall, away from the street, the stage with the DJ installation takes a good part of the wall. The walls closest to the street and on the "movable" walls, tables and seats are installed. The standing bar where she met Paula is installed close to the movable wall. She realized that the standing bar is movable too, being build on casters! She thought:
Than, scanning the hall, she notices a glass wall to the right of the stage. The glass wall is on the same wall of the main bar and the entrance. When you enter the hall, the glass wall is on the other side of the main bar, so this is why she didn't notice it when she entered. Crossing the dance floor, getting closer to the glass wall, she can see that there is a much smaller hall behind the glass. It is almost impossible to see behind the glass, because they seemed to have some type of covering that make them look like mirrors yet, she can see silhouettes behind the glass. To the right of the glass, a door, made of glass and having the same type of mirror covering. A sign.... "Members only" She smiled. Like a stupid sign could stop her! Walking in her assured paste toward the door, just a few feet from it, she is stop by a older man who walk in front of her, stopping her with raised hands and yelling to be heard on top of the music:
The man, with very few hairs on his head yet, having the rest of them tied up in a grey pony tail is in his fifty's. Dressed in a good quality suit, he seems to be one of the employees.
Keisha yells back. The older man, not missing a beat....
Looking at the man with an angry face...Keisha:
The man:
Without a word, turning away from the man, she walks toward the exit; she needed to do more research... Cursing to herself, she is walking toward the exit. Naturally, she is getting the attention of all the men.....and the women, but she does not see them. She thought she could learn more about this club just by visiting it and than knowing if it was indeed an opportunity for her or not, yet, now the mystery seems to deepen and her eagerness to learn more about this damn place is growing...... When she got to the coat check, she got her hood back and just before leaving, she saw a pile of flyer about the club. Taking one, she shove it in her little bag and left. Pierre, after blocking Keisha's way to the "other" hall, he quietly followed her to the exit. With the loud music, he could have used a Harley Davidson motorcycle without a muffler and she would not have heard him followed her, not to mention that the crowd was hiding him so, it was easy to be quiet in the noise and invisible in the crowd..... He saw her take her hood and the flyer before she left. He thought: "Why does beauty and troubles always have to mix together?" Keisha, taking a cab, got home quickly. Changing into a comfortable night gown, she sat at her computer and started to look at the club website, but this time, with a lot more care. She learned that the club is a private fetish club that gather to all kind of clientele. They offer party's for Fetish, alternative lifestyle like "Steampunk" or vampirism for instance and offer rental space for "more private plays". The entrance fee is a bit steep when they do there "regular" night, but about once a month, they do an "open door party" where all are welcome for free, well, free if you buy a drink that is..... On the site, there is a page with the rules of the club. Curious, she click on it and read:
She thought:
Reading the page further:
She wonder:
Talking to herself:
There are more but turning off the computer, she started to think for a moment, trying to understand and make sense of what she saw and learned today. Looking at the time, seeing that it was around 1 am, she takes her cell phone and starts to make several calls, despite the lateness of the time.
The Circle; Chapter 1c "A regular night.....for such a place!"
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