Club 28 was actually within the confines of the Brickyard. Tai Anne Roper followed the muscled, flexing buns of the Amazon across the crowded dance floor and down a long, dark corridor.
The pulsating, too-loud music faded away as Tai entered another world. Something closer to Rick's Cafe Americain in 'Casablanca' than a San Fran fetish club.
A blue neon sign beckened her into Club 28. There were only a couple of dozen people present, most were dressed in formal attire, with very little fetish fashion present, which made Tai feel self-conscious for the first time tonight in her glossed black latex dress.
There was an old fashioned, curved bar done in classic art deco style, and a grand piano where a talented young black woman in a sheath dress was playing as she sang 'Someone to Watch Over Me'. It was all so very dark and mysterious here.
Tai followed the Amazon to a small, empty corner table with two chairs. Tai stared at the empty black leatherette seats. Okay, so now what?
"So you're Tai Anne Roper."
Tai turned. Standing before her was a beautiful blond woman in her late twenties or so, wearing a silver, ankle-length satin sheath that hugged her incredible body like a second skin. She was a tall, busty, sexy woman. A 'dame' from another era, maybe from one of those old black and white film noir classics.
Her long, perfectly coiffed blond hair cascaded down and off one shoulder. She had deep blue eyes, wet ruby lips and a sparkling diamond necklace that Tai knew was no cubic zirconia.
Yes," Tai said. "Lady Ashtoreth, I presume?"
The woman laughed. "No, but I'm the closest thing to her! Sit down, darlen'... we have a whole lot to talk about."
Tai sat down, her latexed butt squeaking on the leatherette as she wiggled. The blonde chuckled and sat down next to her. There was an impish quality to her that didn't quite jibe with the blonde bombshell persona... like Marilyn Monroe meets Gwen Stefani.
"You are cute," The woman grinned. "Taffy said you were a real catch."
"She hasn't reeled me in just yet," Tai replied.
"Well have to see about that." The woman turned as a waitress appeared with a silver tray and placed two martini glasses on the table along with a shaker of ice cold gin and vermoth and a small plate of neatly speared jalapeno stuffed olives.
"Ah! Allow me to create for you... the perfect martini!" The woman said. She poured two of the famed cocktails and dropped an olive into each glass.
"Here's to the beginning of a beautiful friendship," The woman said, looking deep into Tai's eyes. "Cuz no matter what happens, I will always be your friend."
They clinked glasses. "But I don't even know your name," Tai said as she sipped her martini. Damn, it was good. Smooth as silk.
"My name is Paige Torne, and I am the owner of this establishment," she replied.
"Of... Club 28?"
"No, darlen', the whole Brick-yard... and all related industries." She smiled. "See, I am also fairly famous as a 'Bondage and Fetish Diva'. I run a little studio here that creates and markets fetish videos and DVDs. We also run several very profitable internet paysites, including one featuring the mysterious Lady Ashtoreth."
"Ah! That explains a few things," Tai said. She swirled the olive in her glass and bit into it. "So when Taffy was spilling her guts to me this afternoon... she was lying."
"Like a rug. A little oriental rug." Paige giggled. "Not that she didn't enjoy that paddling you gave her. Or the orgasm when you went down on her later. She is such an incorrigible lil switch!"
"Which brings us back to Jessica McClintock," Tai said. "If she isn't in a virtual dungeon, as the bound love slave of the virtually real Lady Ashtoreth, then where is she?"
"Here," Paige answered, licking her lips as she poured another round. "Safe and sound."
"I want to see her."
"Why? So you can bundle her off to dear daddykins?" Paige smirked. "I have a news flash for you, darlen'. Her father is who she's running from."
"Okay," Tai said. "I'm listening."
"Part of what Taffy told you is true," Paige said. "She met Jessica at her store while she was shopping for some threads to go clubbing. They met a few times when Jessica would come to The City on weekends while attending college. They had a casual fling. Young grrls in love."
"And then..."
"And then a few weeks ago, something happened." Paige's face darkened. "And Jessica realized she needed help."
"What kind of help?"
"Help finding a new life. A new identity. Jessica McClintock can no longer exist on Earth as Jessica McClintock, simple as that. So... Taffy comes to me, cuz she knows I have the ways and means to make something like that happen."
"Really?" Tai smirked.
"Really." Paige looked levelly at Tai. "San Francisco has always been a gateway, Tai. People come here from all over the world, sometimes fleeing for their lives from other people --and governments-- wanting to do them harm. I've helped creat new lives and beginnings for people from Mainland China to Serbia. And I am very damned proud of my work."
"As well you should be," Tai said. "I meant no disrespect."
"The only thing different about Jessica is she was already here. But when I heard her story, I realized she was just as much in need of my services as any other girl I've met from Honduras or Indonesia."
"So why is she still here?"
"Creating a new identity that will last a lifetime takes a helluva lotta work." Paige delicately bit into an olive. "It also takes time and money. Jessica has the money but no more time. Her father was going to make a move on her. So I helped her disappear. I promised to keep her safe until we had her new identity set up."
Paige looked at Tai. "We did a pretty damned good job too, until you showed up."
"Why does Jessica need a new life?" Tai asked. "What is she running from?"
Paige chuckled. "I could tell you, but then I would have to kill you."
"You still don't trust me?"
"Let's say I don't trust the company you keep." Paige opened her small silver satin purse and placed a small Casio LCD color television on the table that was no bigger than a Gameboy.
"You get HBO on that?" Tai asked as she squinted at the screen.
"It's linked to my security cams," Paige replied. "It's always nice to know who's paying you a visit."
Tai blinked as she saw a small pic of Fiendly and Wenche dancing in the club section of the Brickyard. The good doctor appeared to be doing The Batusi, while the Wenche thought she was in a mosh pit.
"Jiminy Crickets," Tai muttered.
"'Jiminy Crickets', no. Fiendly and Wenche, yes," Paige replied. "Old friends of yours, I believe?"
"'Old', yes. 'Friends', no," Tai said. "How do you know them?"
"They're in the spygame the same as me," Paige said. "Only they're usually trying to shanghai the people I'm trying to help. Like now, with Jessica."
"Look," Tai said. "Those two aren't my friends. Hell's bells, they tried to kidnap me and sell me into slavery only today!"
"They work for Matt McClintock. You work for Matt McClintock."
"Not anymore they don't!" Tai hissed. "I heard Matt fire those two myself, just a few hours ago!"
"'Matt', huh?" Paige smiled. "You're on a first name basis with Daddy Warbucks already? Damn, girl, you work fast."
"Fuck you."
Paige grabbed Tai's arm at the wrist and squeezed. When Tai tried to pull away, Paige increased pressure and caused a flash of pain to flare up Tai's arm.
"Owww..."
"Along with your other 'attributes', I see you are also a snotty little bitch," Paige said, locking her icy blue eyes with Tai's big baby browns. "I'll have to remember you're still a teenager and cut you a little slack." She let go of Tai's wrist. "Still, I have a feeling that sooner or later I will have you over my lap giving you a good, hard spanking."
Tai gulped as she rubbed her wrist. She wondered if this woman knew Iwana.
"So I work for Matt... McClintock," Tai said. "I do have a reputation as a clean operator. And as a good PI."
"You do," Paige allowed. "I know, for instance, that four months ago you were looking for a runaway 14 year old girl with a very rich father. When you caught up with her, you found out she had run because he was abusing her. You took her to the authorities and turned in the father, even after he offered you half a million dollars to say nothing."
Tai sniffled. "That was just being decent, I can't imagine doing anything else."
"I imagine your fri... excuse me, your acquaintances, Fiendly and Wenche could," Paige said. "So, you're telling me that working for 'Matt' means nothing to you? That he's only another per-diem employer to you?"
"I'm saying that if I talk to Jessica, and she is sincere about wanting this... new life, then I will respect that. And not say a word to her father."
Paige swirled another olive in her glass. "Tell me, Tai... Have you fallen in love with Matt McClintock yet? Has he asked you to marry him yet?"
Tai stared at her. "You fuckin' bitch."
"Uh oh! Flipped a switch there!" Paige smirked. "I'll take that as a big ole 'yes'."
"You know what I think?" Tai said. "I don't think I'm going to get anywhere with you tonight. I also don't think you're gonna produce Jessica, and that's assuming you really do have her and aren't playing some silly fucking game."
Tai stood up, pushing back her chair and shoving aside the table. "So! I am going to take my latexed ass back to the motel and get some sleep. I'll give you a call in the morning. You'll agree to meet me at a public location of my choosing with Jessica McClintock in tow, at 1 pm tomorrow. Got it?"
"And if I refuse?" Paige asked. "Are you going to run to dear 'Matt'."
"No, I am going to run to the San Francisco Police Department," Tai replied. "I'll tell them everything I know about Jessica... and you, and let them figure it out! Either way, you're bound to have a fun day tomorrow, so be sure to eat your Wheaties in the morning."
Tai smiled and started to strut off.
"I can't let you go, darlen'," Paige said.
"Try stopping me," Tai said over her shoulder.
"Okay."
Tai suddenly stopped in her tracks as she felt a sudden shift in the black latex corset she was wearing. Her hands went to her middle as she realized her sides and belly were being constricted more and more.
She turned and saw Paige holding a small, remote control unit in one gloved hand.
"Ain't technology grand?" She aimed it at Tai and pressed it again.
Tai groaned as her belly was tightened another notch. She was suddenly dizzy. She could barely breathe.
"Have a seat, darlen'," Paige said as she led her back to her chair. "You must be feelin' a little faint."
As Tai stood there tottering, Paige quickly went to one knee before her and grabbed two decorative steel rings on Tai's dress just above the hips where the side slits began.
She pulled both rings down her legs, fastening the hidden zippers that ran down both side slits all the way down to Tai's ankles.
"Nooooooo..." Tai moaned as she realized she was effectively hobbled. The skirt was now drum tight on her, crushing her legs together with no wiggle room.
Paige gave her a gentle poke in the chest that sat her down in her chair. As Tai plopped down, Paige grabbed the two decorative steel rings on the black patent gleaves at Tai's wrists.
The gleaves pulled over and off Tai's shoulder-length latex gloves, leaving another layer of tight black rubber that sealed Tai's hands into fingerless, thumbless mittens, with another convenient steel ring at the end of each mitten.
Panting, Tai looked at her now useless hands and tried to paw at her black patent purse at her side where her cellphone was. If she could just reach Iwana!
"'Fraid not, darlen'," Paige said. She moved behind Tai and snatched up the two rings at the end of each of her mittens.
Paige twisted both of Tai's arms behind her back and secured the ring to the left mitten to the right shoulder strap, and then secured the ring to the right mitten to the left shoulder strap. Tai's hands were now almost even with her shoulder blades and crossed at the wrists.
Tai immediately begin pulling with all her might, in every direction she could. But the design of the latex bondage dress was ingenious. She was so tightly bound by the rubber that she had no leverage. Nothing to pull against. She doubted the Incredible Hulk could escape.
Well, okay... maybe the Incredible Hulk.
She was huffing and trying not to cry when she felt Paige's hand on her shoulder, and her gentle voice in her ear.
"Okay... hush now, darlen'! Everything's gonna be okay. Here, I'm gonna release your corset a little bit..."
Tai managed a shallow but grateful breath.
"Thank... yew..." Tai wheezed.
"You're welcome." Paige pulled Tai's head back and kissed her deeply. Tai first tried to resist, but then just gave up and went with the flow.
Paige drew back with a sigh, licking her lips. "Oh my! I can tell we're gonna have some fun, darlen'!"
Tai looked daggers at Paige, then looked around Club 28, and saw that the whole incident had hardly been noticed. And what really had happened? A drunk girl almost fainting and being comforted by a friend? She could try screaming, but she knew if she opened her mouth the magic corset would tighten up on her again.
"What are you going to do to me?" Tai asked in a normal tone of voice.
"Oh, just keep you under wraps for awhile," Paige replied, sitting back down next to her and putting the table back where it had been. "I figure I need another three weeks or so to get Jessica's new identity together."
"Three weeks?!"
"Yeah. I'll try to keep you from getting bored with us," Paige said. "First there's Taffy, she's going to take some time off from her store to make sure you don't feel... neglected."
"Thanks," Tai growled.
"I also thought you might like to star in a few of my bondage and fetish videos," Paige continued. "You have the bod for it. And I would keep it all 'girl-girl' action since you don't seem to mind a woman's touch... and I imagine you want to save yourself for your wedding night with... Matt."
"You wouldn't!" Tai was at once indignant and afraid. What would her mothers say if those videos got out? And then there was Iwana...
"Oh, I wouldn't release them," Paige said innocently. "Not if you keep quiet about me and my... establishments." Her eyes narrowed. "However, you breath one little word to anybody, and I swear I'll make you the biggest video and paysite bondagette on the world wide web!"
Tai groaned. She was boned. Well and truly boned.
"Now, I must be going, I do have a club to run." Paige finished Tai's martini. "Kunta will see you out."
Kunta? Oh yes, the black Amazon in leather. How could she forget her? She appeared from nowhere and jammed a huge black rubber ball into Tai's mouth, strapping it tight behind her neck. Dammit! Tai thought. Some people go their whole lives not knowing what a ballgag is, and I get one twice a day for life!
Kunta picked Tai up and hefted her over her shoulder like she was a neatly wrapped rubberized package. Which --come to think of it-- she was.
She then carried her out of Club 28. On the way, the black singer/pianist winked and waved goodbye.
Tai Anne Roper grunted into her gag as she was carried down the same long, dark corridor. Several turns and a short flight of stairs later and they came to an old freight elevator that looked like it went back to The Brickyard's days as a warehouse.
Kunta held the control bar down and the elevator descended. Either it was really slow, or they were going really deep underground.
Tai's attempts to wiggle and pull at her restraints while on Kunta's shoulder bought her a hard slap on her bottom that stung even through the latex.
The elevator stopped, the doors trolleyed open and Kunta walked down another corridor, but this one was cold and musty.
Finally Kunta approached a brand new steel fire door that she opened with a plastic keycard and entered a huge room that was all concrete and stone with no windows. A few 40 watt bulbs hanging overhead illuminated enough bondage gear and impliments of torture to make the Marquis de Sade a happy man.
Kunta took Tai right to her new home. A jail cell stuck off in the corner, complete with an uncomfortable looking steel cot with a rubber mattress and no toilet facilities.
Kunta entered the cell and placed Tai down onto her belly. Tai grunted as Kunta forced her legs back, strapping her ankles to the back of the corset so she was in a strict hogtie.
She then hefted Tai up so she was kneeling before her. Tai wondered what Kunta had planned until she saw Kunta removing the belt-like leather skirt from around her hips, and then pulling down her black latex panties. Oh. That.
Despite herself, Tai felt a sense of amazement and a little fear when she finally saw Kunta's shaved cunt. It was as massive and as muscular as the rest of this black woman's amazing body.
It was also oozing and dripping girljuice. A heavy gauge steel ring pierced the hood directly above Kunta's erect clitoris, which was the size of Tai's pinky finger and seemed to be visably throbbing. Tai had heard about such women, who usually reached this condition through overuse of steroids, but had never seen one. Until now.
Kunta sat down on the cot, pulled Tai between her thighs and loosened the strap on the ballgag enough for it to hang from around her neck.
She proceeded to use Tai as a sextoy. Her strong hands wound through Tai's hair, scrubbing her face deep into the wet folds of her cunt. Tai opened her mouth and accepted what felt like gallons of girljuice that filled her tummy. She sucked and licked on that massive clit until finally Kunta screamed and jammed Tai's face deeper into her cunt. Gushing hard.
Aftermath. Kunta smiled and pulled Tai's head out of her cunt. Tai was red faced, her face and even her hair soaked. The runoff had slathered her heaving shoulders and breasts and slicked up her latex bondage dress.
Tai breathed through her mouth, the tip of her tongue still between her wet, parted lips.
"Well! That was certainly most invigorating!" Kunta said to her in a cultured, East African accent. She then got up, put her clothes back on and patted Tai on the head before leaving, making sure to lock the cell door behind her.
"What, no kiss?!" Tai called. The only response was Kunta's heels retreating in the darkness.
Tai leaned her head back, the only part of her body that she could move. She was exhausted, by anyone's standards it had been a hell of a long day.
"That Kunta is a trip, ain't she?"
Tai looked up. Taffy Chu was standing by the cell, still in her red latex and munching on a big red apple. She bit into it, holding the apple in her mouth as she unlocked the cell door and entered. She sat down on the cot beside the kneeling Tai, finally biting through the apple and chewing.
"Mad at me?" Taffy asked.
"Not terribly," Tai replied. "Can I have a bite?"
"Sure." Taffy bit off another big chunk of apple and rolled it around in her mouth before taking it and handfeeding Tai, even making her lick and suck her latexed fingers.
"That's my good girl," Taffy whispered. "I didn't think you'd still be hungry after Kunta got through with you."
"Ha ha," Tai growled.
"I'm going to take care of you, Tai," Taffy said. "Make sure you stay out of mischief. See to all your needs. You're mine now."
"Can I please have my hands back at least?"
"Those hands just get you in trouble, kitten," Taffy replied as she bit off another chunk and fed it slowly to Tai. "And speaking of trouble... I'd like to know if I'm in trouble. Did you tell anyone about me, or my store?"
Tai looked at her. "Not a soul. I swear."
"Good." Taffy sighed. "I believe you."
"But you and Paige are making a big effin' mistake keeping me here," Tai said. "When I come up missing, a whole lotta people are gonna tear up this town looking for me."
"Don't worry about that, kitten," Taffy said tenderly. "Like I said, you are all mine now." Taffy shifted and locked eyes with Tai. "Remember what you promised? That you would spend tonight with me? Well, that night is just beginning."
Taffy's grin was luscious evil.
Chapter Thirteen