The Club
The Club:
"Over 25's only" had been the only calling outside of the front doors. Samantha had been looking for a job for several weeks and this was the only place that had so much as offered her an interview. The voice on the other end had been unusually asexual in its sound, but that had deterred her from the fact that the job paid well, weekly and offered over £100 per night.
All for a few hours and those were optional anyway.
She did get slightly concerned when they asked if she had a brassiere but those fears were dismissed as just being overly cautious. The phonecall had already told her that sex was not issue for the workers with ANY of the clients/members of the club. All that was involved was dancing for the members and in some instances, the act of taking a few select (and high paying of course) members out the back to a secluded room and walk on their backs with an assortment of shoes. Some kinky, some highheeled, but nothing truly physical took place between the girls and the clients.
"Sounds ideal" she said after explaining the job to her flatmate, Max. He was skeptical from the start. Raising questions along the lines of "If the club doesn't involve sex, why the kinky clothing?" and "So you're catering for the foot fetishists now?" Nothing really derogatorive, simply questioning the nature of the job and asking all the questions that she had, if at all, considered before, during and after the phonecall.
"Maybe you ought to head on over there and check out what is going on? Who knows, maybe it's all they say it is, though it'd be unwise to accept a job without going to see what exactly you're letting yourself in for." he told her. She instantly flared up in her mind, who was he kidding? Of course she was going to check it all out, did her flatmate really think she'd be that stupid? Of all the shit that he could have said about the job... except that he hadn't really downed the job, merely raised a few points in earnest concern for his close friend and co-habitor of the house they shared.
Not that she was ever going to admit that to him. He didn't need to know that, or use it to boost his ego. Though she didn't really think he had one, he just seemed to be one of those people who took life as it came, evaluated it, mulled on it and then made a decision before carrying on to life's next challenege. He wasn't really boring, but that his nature always seemed to change. As if he couldn't make up his mind what kind of person he wanted to be.
Not that the problems of his life were the troubles right now. Samantha had a job interview to get to and come hell or highwater, she was going to get to it and get that job.
Despite being only 26 and with a body most younger people would envy, she took her curvy and full self off to the job interview. There was the concern that if she got a job at this club, Max or some of her other flatmates would try to join up and ruin things, but none of them were as old as her. Max was 2nd oldest in the house of the 5 and he was only 22, more than old enough for anything except classification as an OAP and this club.
Making sure she was wearing her shortest skirt, the type her father referred to as "A pilot-skirt", though whenever she asked he'd only smile and pretend to have not spoken, more to the point was that he wouldn't tell her because the skirt stopped only below the cockpit and would have made her think of him as nothing more than a dirty old man but he'd still laugh all the same. The short skirt was Black in its colouration and tight across the curve of her buttocks. Her top was as revealing as her skirt was short. Deliberately buttoned down to show more than a fair share of cleavage and to also make the point know that her breasts were not being supported with a bra of any sort.
She almost regretted the choice in clothing during the bus ride to the interview when the driver slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting a kid and her ample bosom nearly shed itself of her crimson shirt. It earned her a few looks of surprise from some of the male passengers who had been facing her at the time, despite the leers and raised eyebrows she took it as a good sign for the job.
Finally reaching the club, she strode through the front doors and looked around. It was like nothing she had ever seen before. Around the centre were the usual arrangements of tables and chairs, all of them viewing the centrepiece of the ensemble. The focus of the room was a large circular pool of water, contained within it were 5 small podiums, laid out in much the same way as the 5 spots on a dice face. The middle of the five was slightly larger than the others and raised by a few feet more than the others out of the water. While the four surrounding stands had poles, the middle did not, which brought only confusion to Samantha as her mind theorised that surely the centrepiece and main attraction would be doing most of the pole dancing.
How surprised she would soon be, she would never have imagined.
As Samantha neared the end of the room, two curtains parted and through stepped a huge pair of breasts, attached to them was a petite woman who wore only a smile and the skimpiest bikini Samantha had ever seen in her life. "I hope they don't expect me to wear that!" she thought to herself as the newcomer approached her. The woman's huge bosom bounced almost jovially upon every step as she approached Samantha, her perfect smile beaming from ear to ear as she stepped forward and asked: "Samantha? Hi! I'll be taking your interview with you!"
Despite the usual questions one recieves from an interview, the only one that disturbed Elieen was the question of "Are you afraid of snakes?". It struck her odd at first until she realised that it must be for one of the more elaborate dances they perform. Samantha responded to the chesty woman that she wasn't afraid, even of bigger snakes like pythons and constrictors.
"Oh that's marvelous, you should fit in very well here then!" the woman responded with the hint of a sly smile in her perfect face. "Can you start tonight?" was the question that concluded the interview with Samantha responding in the afirmative.
Later that evening, Samantha was out the back of the main show area, slowly dressing up for her first performance. Her outfit was a very body hugging swimsuit, vacuum formed to add emphasis to the poise, posture and size of her chest. Looking herself up in the mirror, she even found herself stunned at what was reflected back at her. Her slender long legs had been well prepared by the make-up artist, her hair had been washed and conditioned beautifully, allowing it to hang down to her shoulders in an even and well distributed wave. Her face had the barest of highlight upon it, though the artist had warned her that most of the members wouldn't be watching her face.
With not more than 20 mintutes to go until showtime, Samantha had asked what kind of dance she would be required to do as she hadn't that much experience with pole dancing before. The response came back that as a newcomer she would be taking centre stage as it required only to remain there with the snake while the other girls would be gyrating themselves on the poles. Several other girls would be serving drinks and taking the higher paying members out to the back of the club for a "special time". Somehow she couldn't help but think that sex was involved 'out back' but as she would be in the centre of the pool, she wouldn't have to worry about that for now. She could ask the boss when they were available about that anyway. For now, all she had to do was sit with the snake and look seductive.
Not a particularly difficult thing to perform when surrounded by 30 feet of snake. "Will it attack?" she asked, fear evident in her wide-eyed expression. Those she asked only laughed as if it were some kind of inside joke before heading away.
Not more than a few seconds to go and she was given the command to head out with the other 4 girls for that nights performance. She was to walk down the steps into the pool, submerge to her forehead along with the others then step up to the podium, the addition of water would add to the "excitement" of the performance. Or at least the members of the club seemed to prefer things that way. She would then find the snake on the podium and was to lay herself down and drape the creature around her and over her, the more she had in contact with the snake, the more the punters enjoyed the show.
As she stepped out of the curtains with the other 4 she nearly lost her step as the dark and moody lighting assaulted her vision, in the confusion of stumbling she thought she heard someone say from the shadows "Oh, a new one tonight, gotta love these first-timers" but dismissed it as being misheard through the din of the music. Together, the group of performers strolled over to the pool steps and descended into the waters. Each displaying a spectacular display of physiques as they moved their slicked bodies through the waters towards their respective stands.
Samantha was taken aback by the size of the snake that lay before her. While she had never seen a 30ft snake before, she hadn't expect it to be this large. The head was almost as large as hers, while the body was roughly as thick and round as her own thighs. For a moment her nerve nearly broke and she would have run screaming from the building had a voice not said "it's alright it's tame", she turned sharply trying to pinpoint who had said but could only see the two girls beginning to get into their dance routine, both of which were smiling encouraginly at her. Her confidence restored, she climbed up and sat on the podium with her legs curled under her.
The snake was warm to the touch, not slimy as she had expected and seemed to move as if conducted by her hands. She had thought a snake like this would have weighed over a tonne, but this seemed to be light as a feather, either that or it was trained to follow the handler to where they wanted it to go. Slowly she maneouvered the snakes tail around her waist while lifting its head over and around her shoulders. The monsterous head of the beast remained in the air as it perched across her shoulders, as if looking over her and around at the audience, while Samantha was busy trying to coil the snake around her arm, she failed to notice what the tail of the creature was doing.
The tail had began to entwine itself around her left thigh and was beginning to ensnare her calf when she noticed that it was moving under its own initiative. In surprise, she tried to dislodge the creatures hold on her leg and failed to notice as it looped several coils around her waist, only when her arms were pinned to her side did panic suddenly settle in. Gasping in shock she snapped her head around to look for help but could see nothing, the bright lights on her and the snake had blinded her to the darkness and all she could see were the other four dancers. As she tried to call for help, the snake looped another coil around her neck and applied pressure.
Helpless and with pleading in her eyes, she looked up as the snakes' head descended towards her. The eyes of the creature, auburn in colour, looked into hers and slowly a great calm began to flow through Samantha's body. It started from her skull and in a wave of pacification, slowly spread down her neck to her arms, beyond to her hips and then through her elegant legs to her toes. She was no longer afraid but now curious as to what the snake was doing. Then she heard a familiar voice again, only this time it was in her head, "Are we ready to put on a show?" it asked. Samantha recognised the voice as the same that had spoken to her over the phone, could it really be possible that this snake, was her boss?
Despite what she was thinking, she found herself nodding to the snake as it slowly slipped its tail inside her swimsuit from the left leg and gradually inched its way up her body, passing between her breasts and teasingly forcing them apart as the tail protruded from beneath the neckline of the costume.
"Here we go!" she heard a voice from the audience, but couldn't turn to see who had said it, all she could see was the snakes eyes. In a quick movement, the tail jerked forwards suddenly and tore the swimsuit away, shredding it neatly down the front of garment. Although Samantha had no idea how, if she could have seen she would have noticed that the suit had been especially designed for such an action. However for her, all she could focus on was the eyes of the monster that had her in its coils.
A ripple went through the coils of the beast, allowing the split swimsuit to drop to the floor. In the next instant, the snake lifted Samantha into the air, still wrapped in its many coils and began to slide its scaly hide back and forth against her tight skin. Despite herself, she could feel herself moistening as the snake continued rubbing against her. She was however powerless to prevent it had she been able to think such things, her predicament was such that she could not battle against the snakes willpower. But even if she could, there was no way she'd have been able to over power the creature and escape its coils.
Suddenly the sway over her mind was lifted, she was able to think for herself again. Though she wouldn't have ever known, the snake and her boss, had released her from his hold over her mind. He more pressing matters to attend, matters which infact were now pressing at her back. She could feel something poking at the small of her back, in the crook of her spine. Her insanity edged closer as she questioned internally what it could be, the rubbing increased in intensity and despite herself, she found her body becoming more and more aroused by the sensation. Samantha's mind screamed at the betrayal her body had performed on her but a small part of her couldn't help but await whatever was going to happen next.
The thing in her back was moist and slowly inched its way down her spine, at every drop towards her ass, it poked and prodded as if trying to find something in it's obvious quest. Eventually it found the crevice of her buttocks and stopped prodding, choosing to instead pull its way down between her buttocks. She could feel a residue being left behind as it trailed over her sphincter and towards her wet vagina. She knew now what it was and was shocked to feel so ready for what was coming next. As she looked up at the snake, she tried to plead with it to stop, to cease its advances. She stopped as soon as the thing began to push at the lips of her sex. Teasing her with each fleshy advance of the moist erection.
Her face stopped pleading and instead turned to an expression of shock and surprise as the snake began to force its way into her. She could have sworn that the monster was smiling at her as the cock began to burrow into her full pussy. Slipping into her deeper, she could feel the monster edging its way inside her, 2 inches, 3 inches, 4 inches before it stopped and began to recede once again. Only it didn't pull out completely, leaving only the head of the penis buried inside her before it began its gradual intrusion into her mound once again. Her eyes closed, partly in denial of the act being performed against her will, but mostly out of mounting pleasure as she felt her legs being slowly widened by the snakes coils. The coils that continued to rub against her, manipulating her breasts, her tummy and thighs as it continued to slowly fuck her.
Ripples of pleasure flowed through her as the snake withdrew gently from her once again. In the far distance she though she could hear clapping but could have been mistaken. It didn't matter to her though, her mind was elsewhere, sent to wherever it was by the pleasure her body was going through.
Something painful brought her back to herself. She looked down and was stunned to see the bulge in her abdomen. The size of the snake had somehow managed to make her body bulge as it drove its engorged phallus into her. The hypnotising of the snake must have somehow dulled my senses. A quick push from the snake confirmed to her that it had reached her cervix, she felt herself being pushed up through its coils by the enormous cock inside her.
"I can't take much more of this!" she thought through her own madness, another voice in her head seemed to respond to her "You won't have to for much longer!". Looking up she could see the snake barely inches from her face, the voice had been undeniably his but all she could see was fleshy colouration of the inside of it's mouth.
"HOLY SHIT IT'S GOING TO EAT ME!" she screamed internally and tried to struggle against the coils of the monster until it withdrew sharply from her and drove deeply back inside again, the sensation forced her to lose all her strength as it continued its onslaught on her now aching pussy. Again and again the snake penetrated her, pushing the walls of her sex apart as it slammed into her over and over. She was helpless in the throes of ecstacy and completely unable to stop her whole world going dark. Small pinpricks on her shoulders confirmed that the snake had indeed clamped its mouth over her head. She screamed into its throat and down its oesaphegus to no avail, the scream ended as the fucking continued at the other end of her body.
As the snake slowly inched its way down her body, she could feel its tongue sliding over her breasts, lathering them with saliva and ultimately assisting her her being pushed further into its mouth. Her shoulders were already in the beasts mouth, disabling her arms. Suddenly her world turned upside down as the snake lifted her over its head and allowed gravity to assist in the consumption of this meal. Her legs continued to kick despite the monsters erection still being buried inside of her. As the mouth enveloped her buttocks, the large dick removed itself from her body, denying her even the final orgasm she had been building towards. Her mind screamed in outrage as she was disallowed this final wish.
Her thighs were soon seen to disappear into the snakes mouth while using its tail to keep her feet together as it slowly sucked them down into its body. Samantha's last thoughts before her world went dark were "I hope I give this fucker indigestion." She passed away through lack of oxygen moments later, remaining as only a source of nourishment within the bowels of the monster.
The show over, the four other girls retired to the back of the club, each taking a member of the club with them while the snake remained on the central podium, quietly beginning its digestion of Samantha. 'A fine meal' it thought to itself, indeed it had tasted better than the last few girls who had auditioned for the job. Now fed, the next audition wouldn't be until a month or so from today. The girls in the changing room all breathed a sigh of relief, it was always terrible when someone went this way, if they hadn't found someone suitable soon, the boss was going to select one of them for the centre stage.
The usual circus happened, members came and went, applause was given to the snake in the middle of the podium, which rested there and chatted with several of them. None of them seemed to mind that they were talking to a 30 ft snake that had just devoured a 27 year old student. Finally they all went home and only the snake and the girls were left inside the club.
"A good show tonight ladies, I thought it went rather well" the snake said as it slithered its way towards the office. Natasha, the dancer who had interviewed Samantha earlier that day, suddenly heard the phone ring and walked over to answer it, her powerful buttocks kneading away at each other as she walked. Already she knew that it would be someone calling to check up on Samantha's whereabouts. "Hello, this is 'the club' how can I help you?.....Samantha?....yes she was in here earlier but left to head home after failing the interview.....well I can check to see if she spoke to any of the others..." she exchanged a few pleasantries with the caller before offering him an opportunity to come down for a free viewing, just as a means of apologising for the concern. The caller took it.
Several weeks later Max turned up at the club and was surprised to be greeted by a woman with the largest and bounciest pair of tits he had ever seen in his life. Despite others inquiring over the disappearance of Samantha, only Max had come here to check a few facts out.
"Oh hi Max! Come on in, we're about to start our main performance and if you stick around, we might do something a little special for you..." the same sly smile had returned to her face.
Glancing over her shoulder, Max spied into the changing rooms.
"Yeah... I guess I might just do that..."
It was a show he'd never forget, they even made him part of the act.
But that is another story.