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Samara, or Sam as most people knew her, couldn't sit still. She was bouncing with energy! She'd been in the city for about a month now, and decided today was the day she was going to explore herself a bit. She'd just moved into the city to attend the local college, but with classes not starting for another month, and her being without any friends in the area that she could go to to show her around, she'd spent most of her free time waiting for classes, searching for a club she had heard about. It was a BDSM club, where one filled out a sheet with all their information, and the club would select the perfect person to help the client explore their curiosities. She'd tried to talk with her best friend about it but, she never found the courage. It was easy to avoid talking about it too, considering that her best friend and her had never actually met. She'd met the woman on one of her gaming runs, and they'd hit it off almost instantly. Since then, Sam talked with the woman almost every night when they gamed together, and she'd started to develop a bit of a crush on the woman. The confidence in her voice, the decisiveness in the game, plus she just sounded sexy. Which wasn't to hard to do if one had enough money of course, if one had enough money, they could have a body built for them with a sexy voice easily, and anything else one might desire. Sam never really got into that kind of thing, it was eternally beyond her budget, but she'd often spent time wondering what body she would go with. She smiled as she leaned back in the seat of the cab that was driving her to her destination, picturing all the things she'd change. Her hair for one thing. Being a redhead meant a lot of unwanted attention from men, which on it's own was annoying, but with the whole not being into men, it just sucked twice as hard. She'd also get some better eyes, so she didn't need to wear glasses all the time.
Sighing to herself as she began to dampen her own spirits with thoughts of what she'd change about herself, she looked out the window to find that the world seemed to match the sudden depression she'd stumbled into. The moon was hidden away behind thick and dark clouds, occasionally lighting the sky with a flash of lightning. It was perfect weather to curl up in her onesie with a book. She found herself growing nervous as the cab continued moving forward, closer and closer to the club. Her doubts and anxiety began kicking in as she bit her lower lip in an old nervous habit. What if she wasn't a good client? What if they didn't like her? What if none of this was real, and someone had gone through the effort of creating a fake club just to prank her. What if it was super crowded? She whimpered a bit as she began toying with a strand of her long red hair, before looking down at her attire. A simple white turtleneck vest with a black mini skirt. In the bag beside her was her aftercare kit, items she was told to bring along. Comfortable clothing, favorite snack, favorite drink, a hairbrush, and a toothbrush. She squirmed once more, truly unable to sit still before she caved in and reached over, grabbing her bag. She opened it, before digging through and pulling out a large black hoody. She quickly slipped it on, letting it fall down her body as she poked her head out. The hoodie was dark black, with a neon pink bunny head on the front, one eye made up of a red X, the other a bright blue orb. The bunny head was smiling, showing bright neon red and fanged teeth. It had been her brothers favorite before the accident that cost her her entire family, and now it was her favorite, even if it was three or four sizes to large, swallowing her body as her ample D cup bosom disappeared under the thick cloth. The hem of the hoody tickled her thighs as she pulled it down, only to look up as the cab came to a stop, and the screen in front of her beeped that they had arrived. She looked out the door, and found herself staring a rather blank and non-descript looking building, with what seemed to be black bricks. There was a line wrapping around the building of people trying to get in, and she could already hear the thump of the bass through the cab window.
She could just go home now she told herself. This was probably a very bad idea. Sure she'd already paid but, there were so many people! She whimpered once more, before the cab beeped at her again, basically telling her to get out, or pick somewhere else. Her heart pounding, she pushed her glasses up on her face, before she closed her bag and slowly eased her way out of the cab. She was quickly pelted by the rain, and instinctively darted forward to get under cover, only to find herself bumping into a rather large and intimidating looking man. Squeaking in surprise, Sam gulped, before realizing he was the guard for the door. She quickly reached down, pulling the sleeve up on her hoody to show the dark red wristband that had been sent to her after making her reservation. The man just stared at it, before swiping a tablet over it. She heard a soft beep, and the man simply turned, giving her enough room to slip inside. "Thank you, sorry!" she cried out nervously before she slowly shuffled her way in to the club. Her heart was racing at a million miles an hour as she grabbed the door handle, before flinching as she eased it open and was struck by the loud music and scent of the club. There was leather, smoke, latex, sweat, underneath it all was a soft, almost floral scent that mixed rather well with the other's, and it helped calm her down a bit. She stood there in the doorway, just trying to figure out what to do before someone came up to her. "Hello Ms. Grenwish! Welcome to the club. As the online reservation said, we have a room and a lady for you this evening. The drinks, alcoholic and non are free for the reservation, including two meals as you did reserve it for the full twelve hours. Please, follow me" the woman offered, before turning, which let Sam gasp in surprise as she saw the feline tail swaying from behind the woman. Anthromorphic bodies! Those were seriously top of the line stuff! As she looked around, she realized she could actually see a few, none of them were full body, and they all seemed to belong to people wearing collars. It seemed like the majority of people with animal attachments were likely 'pets' who were enjoying their time. She shook her head, focusing her thoughts, before quickly falling into step behind the woman. The woman was talking about the club, and the reservation and all sorts of things she was sure she was supposed to pay attention to, but all she was focused on was the club itself. There was just so much! Christopher's Crosses, spanking benches, vaccuum beds, spider web chains, whipping posts, stocks, shibari, suspension, both hooks and rope! There was just, so much!
"And if you require anything, please let your host know, and they will order it. Assuming of course they let you have those items" the woman offered with a smile, before opening the door leading to a rather casual looking room. "Enjoy your evening" the woman said before closing the door before Sam could turn around to stop her. "Wait! What do I...." she stopped as the door closed, and let out a soft sigh. She'd already begun making a fool of herself! She hadn't noticed anything the woman had said! Was she supposed to do something now? And where was all the equipment and tools and toys? She turned back to look at the room. It was rather...bland. White linen sheets, a door leading to what she assumed was a bathroom, another door leading to a closet more likely then not, and the door that led out of here. There was a mini fridge tucked away into the corner, filled with soda's, water, juice, and a few different types of beer. There was a simple white table with a bottle of whiskey, a decanter filled with what she figured was another liquor, and a small ice maker next to two glasses. Beyond that, there was nothing. Curious and confused, she slowly moved over to the bed, where she dropped her bag onto the floor and sat down on the bed. It was then that she noticed something. A small red button on the wall. In fact, after seeing that, she started noticing more and more small buttons scattered through out the room. Curious, she slowly reached out and pushed the button, only to help in surprise as suddenly a rack sprung out from the wall. The rack was covered with items held up by hooks, ranging from basic leather flogs, to simple cotton rope. She wondered if every little button around here had a surprise behind it? However she also figured that whoever she got for the night, would not be happy if she went around opening things. So she stood from the bed, and began fiddling with the rack, trying to figure out how to get it to go back into the wall.
Sighing to herself as she began to dampen her own spirits with thoughts of what she'd change about herself, she looked out the window to find that the world seemed to match the sudden depression she'd stumbled into. The moon was hidden away behind thick and dark clouds, occasionally lighting the sky with a flash of lightning. It was perfect weather to curl up in her onesie with a book. She found herself growing nervous as the cab continued moving forward, closer and closer to the club. Her doubts and anxiety began kicking in as she bit her lower lip in an old nervous habit. What if she wasn't a good client? What if they didn't like her? What if none of this was real, and someone had gone through the effort of creating a fake club just to prank her. What if it was super crowded? She whimpered a bit as she began toying with a strand of her long red hair, before looking down at her attire. A simple white turtleneck vest with a black mini skirt. In the bag beside her was her aftercare kit, items she was told to bring along. Comfortable clothing, favorite snack, favorite drink, a hairbrush, and a toothbrush. She squirmed once more, truly unable to sit still before she caved in and reached over, grabbing her bag. She opened it, before digging through and pulling out a large black hoody. She quickly slipped it on, letting it fall down her body as she poked her head out. The hoodie was dark black, with a neon pink bunny head on the front, one eye made up of a red X, the other a bright blue orb. The bunny head was smiling, showing bright neon red and fanged teeth. It had been her brothers favorite before the accident that cost her her entire family, and now it was her favorite, even if it was three or four sizes to large, swallowing her body as her ample D cup bosom disappeared under the thick cloth. The hem of the hoody tickled her thighs as she pulled it down, only to look up as the cab came to a stop, and the screen in front of her beeped that they had arrived. She looked out the door, and found herself staring a rather blank and non-descript looking building, with what seemed to be black bricks. There was a line wrapping around the building of people trying to get in, and she could already hear the thump of the bass through the cab window.
She could just go home now she told herself. This was probably a very bad idea. Sure she'd already paid but, there were so many people! She whimpered once more, before the cab beeped at her again, basically telling her to get out, or pick somewhere else. Her heart pounding, she pushed her glasses up on her face, before she closed her bag and slowly eased her way out of the cab. She was quickly pelted by the rain, and instinctively darted forward to get under cover, only to find herself bumping into a rather large and intimidating looking man. Squeaking in surprise, Sam gulped, before realizing he was the guard for the door. She quickly reached down, pulling the sleeve up on her hoody to show the dark red wristband that had been sent to her after making her reservation. The man just stared at it, before swiping a tablet over it. She heard a soft beep, and the man simply turned, giving her enough room to slip inside. "Thank you, sorry!" she cried out nervously before she slowly shuffled her way in to the club. Her heart was racing at a million miles an hour as she grabbed the door handle, before flinching as she eased it open and was struck by the loud music and scent of the club. There was leather, smoke, latex, sweat, underneath it all was a soft, almost floral scent that mixed rather well with the other's, and it helped calm her down a bit. She stood there in the doorway, just trying to figure out what to do before someone came up to her. "Hello Ms. Grenwish! Welcome to the club. As the online reservation said, we have a room and a lady for you this evening. The drinks, alcoholic and non are free for the reservation, including two meals as you did reserve it for the full twelve hours. Please, follow me" the woman offered, before turning, which let Sam gasp in surprise as she saw the feline tail swaying from behind the woman. Anthromorphic bodies! Those were seriously top of the line stuff! As she looked around, she realized she could actually see a few, none of them were full body, and they all seemed to belong to people wearing collars. It seemed like the majority of people with animal attachments were likely 'pets' who were enjoying their time. She shook her head, focusing her thoughts, before quickly falling into step behind the woman. The woman was talking about the club, and the reservation and all sorts of things she was sure she was supposed to pay attention to, but all she was focused on was the club itself. There was just so much! Christopher's Crosses, spanking benches, vaccuum beds, spider web chains, whipping posts, stocks, shibari, suspension, both hooks and rope! There was just, so much!
"And if you require anything, please let your host know, and they will order it. Assuming of course they let you have those items" the woman offered with a smile, before opening the door leading to a rather casual looking room. "Enjoy your evening" the woman said before closing the door before Sam could turn around to stop her. "Wait! What do I...." she stopped as the door closed, and let out a soft sigh. She'd already begun making a fool of herself! She hadn't noticed anything the woman had said! Was she supposed to do something now? And where was all the equipment and tools and toys? She turned back to look at the room. It was rather...bland. White linen sheets, a door leading to what she assumed was a bathroom, another door leading to a closet more likely then not, and the door that led out of here. There was a mini fridge tucked away into the corner, filled with soda's, water, juice, and a few different types of beer. There was a simple white table with a bottle of whiskey, a decanter filled with what she figured was another liquor, and a small ice maker next to two glasses. Beyond that, there was nothing. Curious and confused, she slowly moved over to the bed, where she dropped her bag onto the floor and sat down on the bed. It was then that she noticed something. A small red button on the wall. In fact, after seeing that, she started noticing more and more small buttons scattered through out the room. Curious, she slowly reached out and pushed the button, only to help in surprise as suddenly a rack sprung out from the wall. The rack was covered with items held up by hooks, ranging from basic leather flogs, to simple cotton rope. She wondered if every little button around here had a surprise behind it? However she also figured that whoever she got for the night, would not be happy if she went around opening things. So she stood from the bed, and began fiddling with the rack, trying to figure out how to get it to go back into the wall.
