“Ladies… how is the mission going?” I asked as I walked into the back alley to find Samantha and Trish standing there in the club’s uniform, it was almost 3am and they’d just finished their shift.
Both women had frown’s on their faces.
“Terrible, and this outfits are… uncomfortable.” Samantha replied.
“Pfht, at least your arms aren’t converted in this crap!” Trish retorted.
I did my best not to smile… or stare, but instead just nodded.
“Any leads so far?” I asked.
The two women looked at each other and then shook their head, “No, the place is filled with creeps, but nothing more than some minor offences seem to be taking place.” Trish replied.
“Minor?” I prodded a little.
“You know, a little bit of coke or other drugs in the dancers positions. A little over the line in the VIP with how much… interaction there is. Nothing to indicate the club itself is involved in anything, just a few bad apples in the staff.” Samantha replied.
“Any of those minor offences need to be followed up on?” I asked.
Trish shoot her head, “No, nothing would be more than a fine at this point. All of the drugs seem to be coming in with the dancers, nothing being dealt on site. And the other… well, no real evidence to speak of so it would never be chargeable without one of them testifying again the other… and that seems pointless.” Trish said.
I nodded, “Alright, when’s your next shift?”
“Tomorrow.” Trish replied.
“Saturday.” Samantha added.
“Alright, let’s meet again next week when you’re both on shift together. Let me know if anything comes up before then.”
The women nodded and I walked out of the alley to my car, leaving them to continue their own voyage home.
Six months later…
Trish walked up to the tee and swung the club, sending a perfect strike towards the green.
“Great shot Trish.” her Master’s voice said as he walked up behind her and gave her ass a slap.
Her whole body quivered as he did so, “Thank you Master.” she replied.
To say that things hadn’t gone as planned with her undercover work at the club would be an understatement.
It turned out that there was something major going on at the club, it was effectively an human trafficking ring, just not in the traditional sense.
Instead of pulling vulnerable girls off the street and shipping them overseas, the club was a giant brainwashing operation, converting the waitresses and dancers into obedient sex slaves after a few dozen hours of being in the club.
Trish and Samantha had both succumbed even faster as the club’s uniforms somehow enhanced the effects of the hardware they were using.
Trish hadn’t seen Samantha in weeks, no months. They’d been separated after those first few weeks together and by the second month Samantha had resigned from the department and no longer met with her supervisor. She assumed the same thing had happened to Samantha, but had no way to be sure.
Trish wasn’t sure what had interested the club owner in her, but she quickly became his favorite, and she hadn’t even been to the club in months. Well, other than hanging off his arm when he had to drop by to take care of something of course.
Today was their weekly round of golf, she was dressed up in a variation of the club’s uniform, towering heels and all.
When they got home, he’d be balls deep in at least one of her holes, and she’d be begging for him to go deeper.
This was her life now, little more than a sex object that he could show off to whoever he wanted to.
She knew it would be getting worse soon though, he’d been talking about sending her for plastic surgery so she “filled out her uniform better”, which she took to mean breast implants as he often complimented her ass.
They started walking back to the golf cart and she slipped her iron back into the bag before slipping into the seat beside him.
Then as he drove towards the green, she wondered what had become of Samantha.
“Sammy, why aren’t you out on the floor?” the manager almost shouted at her and her eyes blinked before the smile returned to her lips.
“What? Oh, yeah, sorry boss!” she chirped back and then wiggled her ass out of the change room.
The club was filled with people; waitresses, dancers, and clients.
A mix of shame and pleasure coursed through her as various men looked her up and down, deciding if they wanted to take her for a dance or not, until one of them motioned her over to where they were sitting.
She plopped herself down on his lap, gave her pom-pom’s a shake and let out a giggle, “Like, hi! I’m Sammy.”
The man wrapped his arm around her waist and set his hand on her thigh, “Hi Sammy, I’m Terrance. I haven’t seen you here before, are you new?”
She blushed and giggled, “Kinda… like, I’ve been here a little while…” she replied before leaning forward and whispering in his ear, “But, like, not so new I won’t suck your dick in the VIP…”
She leaned back and giggled, giving her pom-poms a shake again.
Twenty minutes later she was between his legs, tits out, sucking his dick.
Sammy looked at herself in the mirror and couldn’t decided if she could see the depression in her face or not. It was hard not to see the smiling face in the mirror as happy, but she knew all the smiles at the club were fake.
At least for the waitresses and dancers. The clients… those smiles were genuine.
A slight frown crossed her lips for just a second as she wondered who had it worse, Trish or her.
She’d seen Trish for the first time in weeks at the club, hanging off the arm of the owner, as they moved quickly to the back office. She didn’t catch them leaving, though it wouldn’t have made any difference.
Trish was out there for the whole world to so, hanging off the sleazebag’s arm, and more than likely fucking him whenever and however he wanted. But he was only one guy, and Sammy doubted he took up all her time, Trish probably had quite a bit of time to herself.
Sammy on the other hand was strutting around the club every night, seven days a week, sucking as much dick as she could. She was working at least twelve hours a day, more on the weekends, and when she wasn’t at the club she was at the gym, or messaging with regulars to get them back in to see her.
However she knew that worse was to come. When there was a break at the club, some of the dancers would talk, and she knew the next step was for her to start taking her best regulars home with her.
It wouldn’t be long before she was sucking dick each day at the club, and getting fucked each night.
And she hoped that would be the worst of it.
There were rumours of some of the dancers becoming so popular with a regular that they were sold off to them. The problem wass that the kind of people that had the money to pay for that, well, they seldom were good people.
She sighed and finished removing her makeup, then flopped down in bed and fell fast asleep.
I walked into the back office of the club and smiled, “Is this mine?” I asked, waving towards the blonde encased in semi-transparent latex.
Mike looked up from his desk and nodded, “Sure, she’s as close to what you wanted as I have at the moment. I’ve got other in the pipeline though if you want to wait a bit.”
I chuckled and shook my head, “No, I think she’ll do quite nicely. What’s her name?”
It was Mike’s turn to chuckle, “Whatever you want it to be. Barbie, slut, tits, whatever. She currently goes by Grace though.”
Mike stood up from his chair as he spoke and walked around his desk until we both arrived in front of Grace.
“Grace, this is your new owner Adam.” he said making eye contact with her.
Grace paused for a moment then turned to me and smiled, “Hello Master, thank you for taking possession of me, how may I serve you?” she asked sincerely.
“We can talk about that later…” I said and then turned to Mike, “What’s her background? Anything I need to know about?” I asked.
Mike turned back to Grace, “Grace, tell Adam about yourself.”
“Of course. My name is Grace Frisk. I am originally from Sweden and am here on a student visa and a scholarship. I have no immediate family and no one is expecting me to return to Sweden. Master Mike has all of my documentation and I dropped out of university two semesters ago.” she replied calmly.
I nodded, “Any problem with the visa?” I asked Mike.
He shook his head, “No, I’ve got contacts and she’s got a permanent resident card now. Can’t legally work, but that’s not a problem for the club… or I suspect you.”
I nodded and smiled, “Yeah, no problem at all.” I replied and then inspected Grace more closely.
When I finished I made eye contact with her, “I’m going to call you Graci, with an I.”
She smiled and nodded, “Yes Master, I am happy to be Graci for you.”
“And enough with the Master and formality. Use cute pet names like babe, or honey, and your going to be fun little sex kitten from how on.”
Her whole posture changed as she cocked out a hip, a smile crossed her lips and she snuggled in to me, “Of course baby, I can’t wait for you to take me home and get that big fat cock in my tight little pussy!” she cooed.
Mike chuckled and I smiled back at him, “So any other undercover operations I need to know about?” he asked.
I shook my head, “No, the clean reports I submitted on Samantha and Trish’s behest stopped the investigation dead in it’s tracks months ago. I’ll let you know if anything comes up though.” I replied.
Mike nodded and frowned a little, “Too bad, kinda at least. I mean I don’t want the government poking around in my business or anything obviously, but Sammy is a top earner and Trish… well, she’s something special. I could always use a couple more like them.”
I smiled and nodded. I’d caught sight of Samantha… or Sammy as she went by now, heading back into the VIP just as I’d come in. She’d always been… focused on her job, I had no doubt she was the same way with her new role. Trish on the other hand, well, I knew Mike had taken a special shine to her and I doubted I’d wish that on anyone.
“Well, I guess we’re done for now. Graci, why don’t you go get changed and meet me around back.” I said.
Graci smiled and nodded before wiggling her way out of the office.
I shook Mike’s hand and we parted ways as well. A quick walk through the club brought me to the daylight outside and I headed over to my car and got in the drivers seat.
Then, digging the electronic hearing protection out from my ears, I put them back nearly in their cases. I’d only spent a short time in the club, but there was no point in taking a chance now that I know how things worked there.
Perhaps if I’d given such protection to Samantha and Trish, things would have worked out differently, but that wasn’t the case and I was damned if I wasn’t going to make the best of it.
And if the best turned out to be having a sexy, obedient, mistress at my beck and call? Well, I guess I’d have to live with that.
