Holiday Job Pt. 03

Eventually we entered what I guessed was the back door of a building. I'd say a back door as there were trolleys and crates of stuff around the doorway. The type of stuff you'd expect to see outside a hotel or restaurant. Mada led through a short series of corridors with some sort of dance music getting louder as we progressed. My mind was racing with where we were going and why.

I was even more confused when we reached what I guessed was our destination. It was some sort of huge club-cum-bar. The first thing that caught my eye was the stage with two women in matching thong bikinis dancing. I noticed that both wore the same very small top that was mostly just triangles over their nipples, and both also had the same tattoo as my wife. It was a pretty big stage against one of the walls with a runway leading into the middle of the room. I half expected poles around the stage but there were none.

The room was filled with maybe a good few hundred people sat at small round tables, with booths around the side and a huge bar to one side. Nearly all the tables were filled with what looked like 90% men. There were a number of women also walking around with trays, delivering drinks to people. The servers all wore a different "uniform" of a plain but very tight white t-shirt and a very short black skirt. The tight white t-shirts made it clear that none of the servers wore a bra. I did notice a lot of grabby hands that were more than tolerated, maybe even encouraged.

We'd entered the room to the left of the stage and headed deeper into the room. Only a few steps in Mada stopped at a small booth, maybe room for 3 people tops and nodded towards it. Emily started to move towards it but she was quickly corrected. "Chris only, there", with a hand gesture to me.

I scooted into the booth as one of the servers appeared and received instructions from Mada before Mada took my wife's hand and led her off. It was clear that I was supposed to stay here though I did want to go with them if only to be kept in the loop. However I quickly realised that I was seeing everything well enough from here.

My wife and Mada appeared to be stopping at a table every now and then for Mada to talk to the men. It soon became apparent that she was there like a cattle rancher showing off her property. My wife.

Emily completely didn't fit in in this room. Her pale white skin only accentuated by the white dress, almost shone like a beacon in this room of darkness. But what really stood out was her curves, she was easily the most curvy person in the room. Her hips and boobs drawing all the attention. Again, I was proud of my wife, that everyone appeared to lust after.

It was interesting watching Emily constantly brushing off admirers' wandering hands. On her hips, her ass, her boobs, her thighs, her arms. I even saw someone trying to caress her neck. Every hand was quickly brushed away, which was weird. Was she not in the mood? Was this part of the ruse that I was cottoning onto? She wasn't really a whore, this was all fake. Or was it simply she wasn't turned on? Whatever was going on she didn't appear to be enjoying it.

Instead of getting up to help her, like I should, I started to look around a bit more. See what this place was about. This world was different, somehow. I wondered if she was picking up on it too? I couldn't get my head round it until I started to realise that the women were a different class. The place didn't feel any different to what we'd been exposed to so far. It was clean, smart, nicely appointed, with a lot of modern touches, including the obvious music, lights and club feel. But unlike the women I saw at the other establishments Mada had brought Emily to, the women here all looked slightly spaced out.

They all had glazed eyes that confused me. I noticed that there seemed to be a mix of ethnicities among the women. Many appeared to be Arab or at least Mediterranean, but there were also a few oriental, Asian, and even fair skinned women in the mix. The women were all in pretty good shape physically but it seemed that they did not pay very close attention to taking care of their appearances. Most of the women had somewhat noticeably unkept hair and while their makeup was very heavy and clearly meant to be "provocative" I couldn't help but notice it did seem a bit sloppy on most of the women. Continuing to look around the room, I noticed the servers were not wearing any panties at all when some of the women would bend at the waist for various reasons facing away from me. I'd not seen anything like this before, it was strange, I had no idea what it ment or if I was even picking up on it correctly. I summarised that this place wasn't very classy at all.

One of the women appeared at the table and set a drink down next to me and a small box about the size of 3 old VHS tapes piled up. She put her hand on the box and looking at me shook her head. She then moved her hand to the drink and pushed it forward with a nod. The message was clear, the drink was mine, leave the other thing alone. I looked her up and down to understand the message a little more. It was clear that she was nervous. Nervous enough that I didn't want to either upset or get her in trouble. I nodded that I understood. She breathed a sigh of relief and tried to smile.

She was maybe early 20s, dark skinned, maybe Indian, with long dark black hair. She had the same tattoo that my wife was now sporting. A pretty face, but a plain body, her eyes looked lost, not as glazed over as the others, that fear still deep inside her. As she turned to leave I noticed some scratches on her left inner elbow joint. Just a glance and I didn't think much of them. Something about her worried me a little and I felt my flight or fight response gear up a little.

Just as she vanished Emily and Mada came and sat next to me. Mada between us both with a big smile on her face as my wife continued to scan the room. She didn't look concerned, more lost, I guessed wondering why we were here. I did notice that her nipples were now very prominent and it made me wonder whether she was now turned on or was it the grabby men that stimulated them.

I went to say something to them both when Mada opened the box and pulled out a cigarette and lighter. She handed them both to my wife and nodded. With a clearly shaky hand I watch my wife take both objects from her and bring the cigarette to her lips. She was avoiding eye contact with me as she lit the cigarette drawing from it strongly and without a pause. This was so alien to me, she'd never smoked anything in her life that I knew of. And yet here she was, taking it like she'd done it all her life.

I watched fascinated as you could almost see a wave of calm rush over her. She put the lighter down on the table and looking out into the room blew a huge puff of smoke out into the room. She didn't wait long before taking another really deep drag on the cigarette and she held this inside her lungs longer. I had some of my stiff drink in a hope to settle my own nerves.

We sat there a moment, people watching, but obviously waiting for something to happen. Something that I guessed only Mada knew the timetable for. The woman that had delivered my drink and the box appeared at our table just as Emily finished her cigarette. She looked different this time, her head almost swaying as she stood there, her eyes definitely more glazed and lost.

She stood next to Emily and reached her hand out. My wife looked over at Mada, for permission? Which she received with a nod. I had a feeling this, whatever it was, was part of the plan. Emily took the other girl's hand and was led back towards the tables. I braced for whatever was next. But I was surprised, pleased and weirdly disappointed at the same time as they appeared to simply wander around the room again as before.

This time however Emily was a little more compliant with the roaming hands. Still batting them off from time to time but certainly letting them linger a little longer than before. I sort of hear Mada tut to herself clearly noticing something that she wasn't impressed with. That drew my attention as she opened the little box and rummaged around pulling out a little bottle, then retrieving two pills from it. She turned her head to look at me. Making eye contact, I could almost hear her thinking, what though, I didn't know. She then smirked and tipped a third pill out of the bottle.

Putting the pills on the table she closed the bottle and put it back into the box. She then spread the pills out a little so that it was clear to see. I just stared at them wondering what they were, why they were there, why 2 became 3, who they were for? So many questions. I took another deep glug of my drink as more fear washed over me.

Looking up to locate my wife I watched them at the far end of the club near the bar. There was a discussion going on of sorts between a man, the woman escorting my wife and one of the dancers who was still on the stage but kneeling down to talk with them. It was obvious from the hand gestures that Emily was the topic of conversation but she stood there as confused as I was. A few moments in there were nods and the escort made a beeline to us. It was a slow, almost swimming-like walk in her strange stupor but she did make it to us.

She and Mada exchanged words and Mada nodded at the table. The girl looked down and appeared to slightly recoil at the sight of the pills. She looked back at Mada and opened her mouth to say something but obviously decided against it. Instead slowly picking all three of them up and turning to walk away. Again more confusion from me.

I looked back at my wife standing there still motionless as the dancer and man continued to simply stare at her body not saying anything. I was embarrassed for her. This was all so strange. Stranger still when the woman who'd just picked up the pills appeared next to them with a bottle in her hand. My instant thought was wow she swallowed those quickly.

That was soon shattered when the woman appeared to show the four of them her palm. I guessed what they all saw, the pills. The man grinned, the dancer frowned, my wife looked at them blankly. The girl that brought the pills to them handed my wife the bottle of water which she took. There was then a discussion and some head shaking from my wife and looked over to us in concern. I looked at Mada and saw her smile to Emily and nod, my wife replied with a shake of the head.

"Give your wife a smile and a thumbs up", was her instruction to me. I was lost in the moment and snapped out of it when her hand was suddenly at my leg giving me a very hard pinch. That found me smiling back across the room and delivering a thumbs up. I'm not sure Emily even saw it as her head turned back to the other three. The man was looking cross and took the pills from the girl's hand. She instantly moved away and he held them up to my wifes face. She didn't move.

I was properly concerned at this stage and made to get up. Mada quickly and firmly stopped me "Wait. Be Fine. Watch." I didn't trust her and braced my legs for a sprint.

The dancer then appeared to athletically vault down from the stage and put a hand behind my wife's head drawing her down to her own face. They were then kissing. Or more correctly my wife was being kissed by the other woman. At the same time the dancer's hand went to one of my wifes boobs and started to caress it, focusing on her prominent nipple. That lasted a few seconds before their faces separated. My wife's eyes locked onto the dancers. Even from this distance I could see that she looked confused, lost and I'd guess horny. That was all the man needed as he swiftly managed to push the pills into my wife's mouth. She could have easily resisted at this point but the hand still on her boob was clearly doing something to her brain. Locking it up maybe.

The man took the bottle from my wife, opened it and pushed it to her lips. She complied, taking a few swigs of the bottle. The deed was done. I guess that 3 of something were now inside her body on their way to do their job whatever that was.

At that point we heard a little cheer from around them and I noticed that nearly everyone had been paying attention to the little show. Clearly they were all happy with the outcome. Somehow I wanted to cheer with them. Why I didn't know but it felt right. Damn I knew this was going to be trouble.

The dancer then kissed her lips quickly before jumping up to the stage to continue dancing. The man vanished to somewhere and that left my wife standing there on her own. The woman who was escorting her seemed to have disappeared as well. Emily looked like a lost sheep amongst the wolves. I was surprised that no one came to her aid or bothered her at all before she came to her senses and headed our way.

It was nice to see her walking powerfully and clearly towards us. A big contrast to all the other women in here. It was also nice to watch her huge tits jiggle, bounce and sway as she headed towards us. I expect that plenty of pairs of eyes were on them also.

Quickly she was sat next to Mada and they exchanged a few words that I didn't catch. She didn't make eye contact with me even once. Another cigarette was passed to her from the box. This one though I noticed didn't have a filter and looked less like a factory made one. She took it all the same and started to smoke it again like a pro. After her first drag she realised that it was different and looked at it funny before looking at Mada who simply replied with a smile. Emily looked between Mada and this new cigarette a few times before conceding and bringing it back to her lips to continue.

Chapter 14 - That Evening, The Show

A few minutes after the 2nd cigarette was finished, two other dancers appeared on stage and another drink arrived for me. This was a different woman delivering the drink, the same distance in her eyes, tattoo on her shoulder and weird scratches on her arm. She also vanished very quickly.

I was still wondering what the plan was here, and why we were here, when I looked over at my wife. I was shocked to see a significant change in her. Her eyes. They were like all the other girls. They were glazed and watery. It was so obvious now. They were all drugged and now my wife was joining them. She too looked spaced out by whatever she'd taken. I wondered if it was the pills or the smoke or whatever. Something about her look hit me hard, real hard.

I was turned on.

Here in front of me was my amazing wife. The mother of my child. My friend. My lover. My partner. Here she was stoned or whatever out of her mind in this strange place dressed as she was. This was so scary and dangerous. Something about this situation had my heart pumping and my blood boiling. God this was hot. I then felt something at my groin and looked down to see Mada hand resting over my rock hard cock. I followed her arm up to her face and she looked at me.

"You like wife?"

I didn't say anything but looked at Emily. She was oblivious to us and what Mada was saying. As if to prove the point Mada using her free hand simply pinched Emily's nipple through her top, eliciting a soft sigh from my wife and a slight head roll. "She ready now", and Mada nodded towards someone in front of us.

A woman I'd not seen before with the same glazed eyes appeared next to us. She was interestingly in a very small bikini with obvious fake boobs. She took my wife's hand and stood her up. I expected her to lead her away somewhere like before but instead she simply grabbed the bottom of her dress and lifted it up over her body and threw it on the floor away from us all. I was dumbfounded.

I was right, my wife was completely naked under that dress and she was now the only naked person in the room. She didn't bat an eyelid. But boy did her body look good. One body that I've known for years with only one change, that tattoo that apparently told everyone she was a whore.

"You go do show, now." Mada instructed them both. And instantly the bikini woman again took my wife's hand and this time led her off. Clearly this time straight to the stage. Watching the two women walking hand in hand, a strange saunter and sway to their steps, almost dream-like.

Mada started to narrate for me "Emily perform sex show now."

WHAT, my mind and cock nearly exploded but I didn't take my eyes off them as Emily started up the steps to the stage.

"She advertise, paper, here tonight." God is that what the leaflets were for. My wife was advertising herself as doing a sex show. Did she know? Surely not.

I watched as my naked wife was turned to face the audience and the music was turned down. Still on but much quieter, almost a whisper. The lights in the room darkened in contrast to the stage that lit up brightly. Quickly the now five strong group of bikini clad dancers along with the woman who brought her to the stage surrounded my wife and all 6 of them started dancing. It didn't take long for Emily to start to gyrate slowly, joining in. Each of the dancers also took their turn partnering with my wife, kissing and feeling her body. She went with it all.

Mada leaned in to me closer and wiggled her hand into my shorts. "Look at your wife." I was. This was crazy. "That is your wife." Yer I couldn't deny that. "Everyone looking at her body." I know. She was careful not to work my cock too quickly, she must have known how easily I could explode.

Someone put some kind of mic thing onto my wife, a necklace of sorts that simply piped her mewing loudly to us all. We watched along with everyone else as my wife's body was explored in every detail by the dancers. Her breasts were licked, caressed, pinched, slapped, licked some more, hefted and mauled while her pussy was stroked and poked by many fingers. It was clear that she was getting very horny indeed from the breathing and panting sounds we were all clearly now hearing.

This went on for what felt like 30 minutes but was probably only 10 or so before a large hospital-like trolley was rolled up behind them by two of the dancers. The padding on it was black and the silver frame was glistening metal under the bright lights. I couldn't help but notice at least 5 pairs of handcuffs dangling from the frame at various places, again reflecting off the lighting.

I'd already guessed what the bed was for so I wasn't surprised when Emily was soon lying on it. Her wrists cuffed into place stretched far above her head. It was around then that I realised that the bed was huge. Much bigger than your usual hospital style bed. The other women stood back from the bed and it slowly started to rotate on the stage. Or more I guess the stage rotated it. Emily lay there passively, panting quietly to herself. It was a strange way for a sex show to go.

My concern was soon elevated when a short stocky man appeared and the audience roared for him. He soaked it up, clearly something of a celebrity, though I couldn't work out why. He was wearing a robe but was quite a tubby chap, I was very confused. Emily's rotation stopped with her being side on to the audience and he did a little dance and hip thrust routine next to her that everyone laughed at. It was obvious that he was saying 'She's gonna get it and from me in a minute'. He was balding with a big dark moustache. My poor wife.

He next threw away his robe aside and I gasped as the audience revelled. This ruckus made my wife try to lean up to see what was going on. I wasn't sure if she could see but we could certainly all see it. It was his cock. Half hard and sticking out from between his legs was one hell of a cock. I now understood his status. It was breathtaking, if you can call a cock that. It clearly had no foreskin as the bulbous head was there for us all to see. It was like a large apple, with a deep ridge around the base and a big opening at the top. The entire thing was long, I mean really long. It easily stood a foot out from his body. It looked fake as it was soo unusual.