Club Blitzkreig
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So anyway, I’d split from my Rugby mates to go look for something a bit more off the beaten track, entertainment wise. I somehow stumbled across what I assumed to be a boutique nightclub. The façade of the building, an old turn of the last century “terrace” shop, was painted completely in gloss black. A very small red back lit aluminium sign that simply said “Blitz” was affixed above the alcoved front door. On closer inspection, the desperation at which the painter applied the paint was self evident. The windows and other doors where painted over with such ferocity that they seemed to be painted shut. Even the glass was painted in this thick tarry looking paint. I imagined this building painted quickly and thickly for some blitz that never came. Anyway, I pushed the door open, as black as the exterior was, the interior was as red, but far more refined. Tailored, fat expensive looking chesterfields, gloss red walls and deep, thick red carpet. A long corridor lead straight from the entrance down to a set of thick velvet drapes. To my right was an ornate Georgian era arch, complete with two thickset, tough looking bouncers that looked as if hewn from the stone from one of any of Her Majesty’s Prisons. The bouncers crowded in on me, the tougher of the two chaps said; “Owroight son, you on the guest list.” Not a question. I stammered. “Er ah no, should I leave.” The other bouncer chimed in. “Only jokin’ my son enjoy your evening” His wide gold encrusted smile ensured me should I fuck up, the results will be ugly. almanbahis şikayet I made my way to the bar and ordered a Beck’s from the stunning dark haired goth barmaid. “50 euro thank you,” she purred. I stopped short of complaining about the price, assuming the first drink price was also the cover charge. Thinking about the bouncers and the general heavy vibe of the whole place, I decided against asking any questions. I took a stool and took in my immediate surroundings. There were a few couples with weirdly off kilter age differences, ie older men with younger prettier women. In the corner was a really good looking guy with two really hot girls either side of him. he looked familiar. and various other punters, all well dressed and having a good time. As I sipped my beer I had a feeling this place wasn’t just a nice place for a drink. My assumptions proved true when another barmaid came on duty to replace my goth friend. I overheard them discussing shop. “How is it down there babe?” “For here, in context, its heaving. The Corporal is on fire.” Both women stifled giggles. “Ok, enjoy the bar, I’m off down below, later babe.” I was intrigued, who or what was “The Corporal” and in what context did being “on fire” mean? I discretely followed the barmaid out of the bar to the lobby, she then took a flight of stairs down to a bar in the basement area. Down here it was much darker, quieter but for the sophisticated electronica running through the house speakers. The music was loud enough to set an air almanbahis canlı casino of erotic excitement but quiet enough to hear people speaking. This time I got a double scotch. I was unsurprised when the facially pierced barman took a 50 euro note off me for my trouble. I shrugged it off, I was keen to look around. I soon realised I was indeed in a very upmarket sex club/bdsm hellfire type of club that offered various erotic pleasures. There was long stage with pole dancing and strippers, curtained off booths and a single wide, red door with a bouncer standing next to it. I had to see what was behind that door. I made my way over and went to push on the door, the bouncer put his gold ringed, scarred hand on my chest. “Sorry son, to go through there I’ll need to relieve you of 100 euro.” This time I had a little of the old Dutch Courage and asked straight out why. The bouncer grinned at me as if a shark might at the sight of a struggling seal pup. “Trust me my son, it is well worth the outlay. If not please let me show you out” I handed over a crispy 100 euro. As I went through I heard a sharp crack of leather on flesh and the muffled cry of a man in pain. There was a gasp and some muffled giggles from the small but eager crowd of onlookers. But, what were they looking at? I politely made my way to the front, to find a slender but muscular young man strapped up between two wooden posts. He was completely naked and sporting a powerful erection, his chest was heaving with exhaustion and erotic almanbahis casino pleasure. I noticed a few nasty looking whip marks across various parts of his naked oiled body. The man’s torturer “The Corporal” was busy selecting another whip. As she turned I gasped at her shocking beauty and equally shocking attire. She was likely around 5’10”, but in the high heeled shiney long boots she was around maybe 6’2″? Her outfit was a stylised nazi SS uniform, with an extremely shirt and tight skirt, black SS waistcoat type thing complete with the red nazi armband, over a shirt with the top 5 buttons undone to show off her exquisite breasts. Her wonderful albeit slender curves further enhanced by the wide black leather belt cinched at the waist. Topped off with a sexily askew SS officers cap on her head. Blonde hair cascaded form under the hat to her shoulders. “Blonde Bombshell” barely described her stunning perfect beauty. She even had a black mole above her full glossy red lips. The Corporal reminded the crowd who she was in german accented English. “As I remind you, I am zee corporal, I am master of extracting genetic information from any man or woman who may cross my path with only my selection of vhips.” She then slapped the riding crop on her left boot, it made a gunshot crack, she turned to her subject. I’d been to the boxing a fair bit with my mates and seen exhaustion on the rugby pitch. I could tell this bloke was done. he was almost crying, the corporal proceeded to finish him off. She stood next time, as if presenting him to the audience. This woman’s whole act was pure theatre. She arrogantly turned to him, looking down her nose at him. with one hand on her hip she then began ever so subtly tapping the guys glans with the leather tagged end of her crop.
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