Chapter 2

“Didn’t this place used to be called The Inferno Club?” Miss Robin Christopher asked, as the car Miss Hunny had hired pulled up to the front of an imposing piece of modern architecture.

“It did,” replied Miss Hunny, digging in her purse. “The previous owner sold it off that she could pursue a new career in erotic literature. A real shame if you ask me. A Dante-inspired kink club. It doesn’t get much better than that.”

Miss Hunny held in her hand, two masks, elegant items, comprised of jewels and finely spun gold wire, that looked like they might be more at home in a museum display. “Put this on,” Miss Hunny said. “I don’t want anyone recognizing you.”

Miss Hunny produced her phone, turning the screen so Miss Christoper could see. She began flipping through the photos she had first displayed over lunch.

Miss Christopher’s shoulders slumped. She held the mask to her face as Miss Hunny tied it in the back.

“Tonight, you’re working for me and only me.”

Robin Christopher exhaled a long and somewhat exasperated sigh as the driver of their car stepped around to open the door.

“Après vous, my dear” Miss Hunny husked, and pinched Robin’s backside as she stepped from the car to the curb.

The music coming from the club was felt before it was heard–pounding bass leaking into the air from inside. A very large gorilla of a man, in dark glasses, held the door open. Miss Hunny stuck her elbow in Miss Christopher’s ribs and the two walked inside. They stepped into a cavernous and dimly-lit room, that was dominated by a dance floor packed with writhing bodies. The smell of sweat and pheromones hung heavy in the air.

“Do you fancy a drink, Miss Christopher?” Hunny asked, as the two threaded their way through the undulating crowd. “Or shall we just get right down to business?”

Robin Christopher watched as Miss Hunny dug in her purse to produce an ebony tag not much bigger than a coin, with a small hole at the top and a series of Roman numerals on its face, raised in low relief. She laid it on the bar. The bartender was over immediately to set down two fizzing drinks that smelled faintly of a pine forest and glowed a strange blue color under the ultra-violet producing black lights around the bar.

“I hope you like gin.” Miss Hunny picked up her drink and sipped while Miss Christopher took another look around the club.

“And I hope you weren’t planning on us renting out one of those.” Robin Christopher gestured to one of what looked like an over-sized bird cage, constructed of curving golden rods, and suspended from the ceiling. The cage she pointed out held two women, clad only in neon body paint and currently engaged in some rather passionate kissing and petting. “I’m deathly afraid of heights.”

“No need to worry, Miss Christopher. I have other plans for us.” Miss Hunny dug in her purse and produced two lengths of curved metal rod, two halves of a circle, that gave off a muted platinum shine under the dim lighting.

Hunny threaded the ebony tag she had used to order drinks at the bar onto a ring protruding from one of the rods, and then placed the two halves on either side of her neck to complete the circle. She snapped them together.

“Be a dear and pull the pin out of the back, Miss Christopher.”

Robin Christopher hesitated for a moment, drained the last of her drink, and set her fingers to feeling around the back of Miss Hunny’s platinum collar. There she located the pin Miss Hunny had told her about, and pulled. It came loose with a sharp click.

Miss Hunny touched two fingers to Robin’s cheek and slowly slid them down over the line of her jaw, ultimately leaving them to rest on Robin’s lower lip. “I am yours for the evening, Miss Christopher. Or longer. Please put the pin somewhere safe, in case I change my mind.”

Miss Robin Christopher placed a hand on the bar to steady herself and gazed for a while into Miss Hunny’s eyes. They were glowing green in the odd lighting of the club, with Miss Hunny’s wide and wavering pupils picking up little flecks of gold and silver from her masquerade mask and recently-donned platinum, locking collar.

“Shall we descend into the rabbit hole, Miss Christopher?”

Robin Christopher slipped her hand inside her suit coat to briefly finger the cocktail napkin that was still folded up in the inside pocket. Robin looked at the sketches and swallowed hard. “Um. Is that what these drawings are about?”

Miss Hunny said nothing. With a single nod, she laced her fingers in with Robin’s, guiding the two of them, threading single file around the bodies occupying the perimeter of the dance floor, and toward the back of the club.

There in the dim light, stood a doorway, about half the size of a normal door, at best. The doorway was surrounded by some very convincing stagecraft designed to make it look as if it were cut from actual, living soil and framed by the bare roots of a massive tree.

“Come along, Miss Christopher.” Hunny stooped and squeezed herself through the tiny opening, holding a slack-jawed Robin in tow.

The diminutive doorway opened onto a standard-ceilinged fun house maze of mirrors. As Miss Hunny pulled Robin forward, the two emerged fully into the octagonally-shaped room that was comprised only of smokey mirrored panels running all around, and top to bottom, and even on the ceiling. The effect was the appearance of dozens, maybe hundreds of images of the couple, all about the room.

Each mirrored panel on the wall had a tiny set of Roman numerals etched into it. Miss Hunny leaned forward so that the ebony tag encircling her neck came into contact with a matching set of numerals. Something behind the mirrored glass panel clicked and revealed the mirrored maze to be nothing more than a clever and elegantly-designed locker room and changing area.

From behind that particular reflective panel, Miss Hunny pulled out a corset of buff, black leather that she handed to Miss Robin Christopher. “Put this on, please.”

As Robin Christopher stared at the garment in her hands, Miss Hunny was bent at the waist and busy shimmying out of her heels and stockings. Her dress went over her head next and she deposited them all in the locker along with her underwear.

“What do you think, Miss Christopher?” Miss Hunny laid both of her hands on her bare breasts. She proceeded to tug at her nipples and twirl in a complete circle, while she did her best to keep her eyes locked on Miss Robin Christopher. The myriad naked, jiggling reflections twirled with her.

Robin Christopher stood in stunned silence, jaw hanging open, nearly dropping the bundle of leather corset that she held in her arms. Miss Hunny had slipped her right hand between her thighs and was now slowly circling her smoothly waxed folds, while occasionally pausing to piston in and out. She still stared directly into Robin’s eyes, as she brought her slick, glistening finger to her lips and extended her tongue.

“Stop that,” Robin said as she watched Hunny’s show progressing.

“Yes, Miss Christopher,” Hunny said, moving her gaze to the floor.

“I–I mean…” Robin stammered.

Miss Hunny kept her face toward the floor, but raised her eyes just enough to glimpse upon a rather stunned Miss Robin Christopher. “Change your clothes, please, Miss Christopher. Then you can punish me for my indiscretion.”

Robin Christopher stared, transfixed, at the Miss Hunny’s pouting lower lip.

“Or you may give me my punishment here, if it pleases you.” Miss Hunny turned toward a piece of mirrored wall, and placed her hands on the glass at shoulder level while arching her back, splaying her fingers, and generally wiggling her lovely, round ass in the direction of Miss Christopher. The reflections of a hundred lovely asses wiggled with her.

Robin Christopher blew out a sigh, took the bundle of leather in her hands, and tucked it under her left arm. With one hand now free, she reached out to cup the pleasantly jiggling flesh of the lovely Miss Hunny, who was busy heaving and pushing herself up onto her toes.

Robin squeezed. Miss Hunny moaned.

Robin circled the bare skin of Miss Hunny’s backside under her palm. Miss Hunny sighed.

Robin pulled her hand back and laid it hard across Miss Hunny’s ass with a satisfying crack and a pleasant jiggle of flesh. Miss Hunny squeaked. Miss Christopher moaned.

“I’m yours for as long as you want me, Miss Christopher,” Miss Hunny said.

A slow smile crept over Robin Christopher’s face. “Show me the other rooms,” she said.

“Your outfit, Miss?”

“Right,” said Robin, and began to unroll the bundle that was tucked under her arm. Just as she was unrolling the corset, a matching black and somewhat cylindrical-shaped object fell to the floor. After that, the bundle lost half of its weight.

Miss Hunny giggled for a moment and then fell silent, turning her eyes to the floor. Miss Robin Christopher just stared at the sizable strap-on silicone toy lying there.

Miss Christopher straightened her shoulders. “Pick that up please, Miss Hunny.”

Miss Hunny stood, still gazing at the floor, and cradling the toy in her hands. She tested the girth of it by encircling the object with her thumb and finger. Miss Hunny could only just barely bring the end of her thumb and the tip of her middle finger together.

Miss Robin Christopher began squeezing into her corset, keeping an eye on Miss Hunny and her explorations. She swore she could hear Miss Hunny purring.

As Robin finished getting dressed and straightened up, Miss Hunny heaved a great sigh. Simultaneously, Miss Christopher took a deep breath and held it. The smile on her face had melted away, replaced by a determined set of her jaw.

“Down the rabbit hole,” Miss Hunny said, as she gently tugged at the corset-clad Miss Christopher’s fingers.

Miss Christoper let out the breath she was holding.

The door that was before them now was so tiny that it required them to go down on hands and knees to navigate it. Miss Hunny went first. As Robin Christopher followed, she was treated to the lovely sight of Miss Hunny’s bare ass, mere inches from her face, with the pink hand print still quite visible even in the dim light of the tunnel.

Robin’s eyes never left the smooth curve of Miss Hunny’s buttocks or the glistening moisture leaking from her flushed and swollen folds. The rabbit hole smelled strongly of Miss Hunny’s desire and Miss Christopher inhaled deeply.

Miss Hunny and Miss Christopher emerged from the rabbit hole, onto a raised wooden stage, blinking against the bright lights above and below. Miss Christopher could hear the murmurs of an audience to know that several people were in attendance. But, due to the lights, their faces were only vaguely outlined ovals, hiding the audience just as the Robin and Hunny were hidden by their masks. Robin Christopher thoughts turned again to Miss Hunny’s napkin sketches.

“This is where you tie me up, Miss Christopher.” Miss Hunny walked confidently to center stage, where she stopped and slowly descended to her knees. The murmurs of the crowd grew louder as people began to take notice of the impending show. As Miss Hunny laced her fingers behind her head and proudly thrust her breasts out on display, the crowd was at a low roar.

Miss Robin Christopher was pacing a slow circle around the lovely Miss Hunny, and quietly surveying every inch of her naked flesh, from her flushed and heaving chest, over her quivering tummy, right down to her glistening moisture-laden inner thighs. Miss Christopher stood uneasy taking in the sight, but her posture was kept impeccably rigid by the corset, doing its job of keeping her spine ramrod straight.

As she moved around Miss Hunny, the thick, black silicone appendage bobbed and wiggled and collided with her thighs, its considerable mass, and the leaking of Miss Christopher’s own growing arousal, causing a wet, squishy slapping with each step. Miss Christopher paused directly in front of the kneeling Miss Hunny, lifting the toy dangling between her legs so that it was level with Miss Hunny’s chin.

Miss Hunny didn’t miss a beat, as she puckered her lips and slowly craned her neck, moving toward Miss Christopher. As she did this, a hush fell over the crowd, and the auditorium was completely silent. Until, that is, Miss Hunny planted a small kiss on the very tip of that massive silicone appendage. At that point, the crowd made its presence known with a brief, but enthusiastic burst of applause.

The stage lights from above became brighter. From behind a curtain at stage right, Miss Kanga appeared holding several lengths of red rope, each a bit smaller in diameter than a pinky finger. “I’ll be assisting tonight,” Miss Kanga stated, holding a rope out to Miss Christopher.

Robin Christopher stared at the rope Miss Kanaga placed in her hands for some time. She looked at Miss Kanga with wide eyes. Miss Kanga nodded.

Robin Christoper pulled the rope taught and examined the length of it. She doubled it over and held it out at shoulder width while bringing it down over Miss Hunny’s head. Miss Hunny remained still.