The Club Part Three
After the announcement, Suzy had Bobby resume his licking.
She assisted Bobby by inserting her index and middle fingers at the top of her
slit and gently tickling the top of her clitoris with her black kidskin-gloved
fingertips. Nearly overpowered by the musky fragrance of her steamy cunt
and leather-sheathed fingers, Bobby occasionally let his tongue dart up to her
kidskin-leathered fingertips. A couple of times, Suzy gripped Bobby's nose
between her gloved thumb and index finger to angle his head up so that she could
look him in the eyes. With a gloved finger under his chin, she reminded
him what his first order of business was. She said, "You like my gloves,
don't you, Bobby? Well, my pussy is like a glove for your tongue - a
delicious, warm glove. And right now, my pussy is the glove you have to
concentrate on making happy. Don't get distracted by the gloves on my
hands." Secretly, though, Suzy loved to see the overpowering effect that
her kidskin-sheathed hands had on males. Teasing Bobby mercilessly with
her wanton words, Suzy reminded him, "I'm wearing gloves for my own pleasure -
not yours." Then she gripped either side of Bobby's head with her
leather-gloved hands just as Cindy previously had done and worked Bobby's head
to tickle her clit with his lips and tongue until she climaxed in ecstasy.
Afterward, she presented her gloved hand to be kissed by Bobby. As she
caressed him about the face, neck and chin with her buttery-soft leather gloves,
she could feel his pulse racing out of control. Holding her right hand
palm-up under his face, she said, "Button my gloves, Bobby." Kneeling
before Suzy, Bobby nervously took her leather-gloved right hand in his own
fumbling fingers to begin the delicious task of buttoning her right glove closed
at the wrist. As he completed his task, Suzy noticed that his erection was
thrashing about wildly.
"Thank you, Bobby," she said. "I'll do the other one." She buttoned
her left glove in less than half the time it had taken Bobby to do her right
one. Looking around, Suzy said, "We have to start getting ready for the
contest. I want to get a third lady for our team."
Cindy said, "That woman over there - I think her name is Jennifer - came without
a male. Maybe she could lend us a hand." Looking in the direction in
which Cindy was pointing her gloved finger, Bobby saw the striking sandy-blonde
woman in black leather pants, stiletto-heeled boots and full length black
kidskin opera gloves that he had noticed when Suzy had first led him into the
lounge nearly three hours ago. Since then, the blonde had removed the
blouse that she had been wearing unbuttoned. Bobby noticed with a shock
that a vicious-looking bullwhip coiled over her belt was hanging down against
her right hip. She was holding a long white cigarette between black
leather-sheathed fingers. Suzy went over to talk with her. Bobby saw
the woman smile pleasantly and accompany Suzy back to their couch.
Suzy introduced the young woman. "Cindy, this is Jennifer. Jennifer,
meet Cindy." Bobby watched as the two women shook black leather-gloved
hands. Jennifer was quite young - at least as young as Cindy, if not
younger. But because Jennifer appeared so elegant and sophisticated, Bobby
expected her to be very distant and aloft. Actually, though, Jennifer
seemed very down-to-earth. Instead of extending her hand so that Bobby
could kiss her glove, Jennifer actually clasped Bobby's hand in the warmth of
her glove and shook hands with him! Jennifer did not quite treat Bobby as
an equal, though. After shaking his hand, she told him to open his mouth
so that she could crush her cigarette out on his tongue. As she put her
cigarette out, the back of her gloved index finger brushed against the tip of
his nose.
At this point, the humiliation and degradation were almost worse than any
physical pain for Bobby. Suzy, Cindy and Jennifer were so beautiful that
they could do anything to him, and he would be powerless to resist. Just
by looking at them, Bobby felt transported to another world - a world where his
pain and humiliation were mixed with the overpowering pleasure that came from
being in the presence of such beautiful women. As he stared at their
gorgeous bodies, their beautiful faces, their high stiletto-heeled boots, and
their softly-gleaming, skintight black leather gloves, he realized with a
soul-stabbing pain that they could never be attracted to him in the same,
electrifying way that he was attracted to them. No wonder they treated him
like dirt! It was not that they were mean or cruel. At times, Suzy
and Cindy seemed considerate and even caring. But Suzy treated him almost
as though he were a dog. He was a dog she cared for and treated well, but
he was nevertheless a dog. And Cindy treated him like he was a little
baby. "Who do they think they are?" Bobby thought to himself. His
innermost being wanted to scream out in pain and resentment.
"That's a nice whip, Jennifer," said Suzy. "How good are you with it?"
"I don't know," said Jennifer. "I just bought it at the gift shop here
about an hour ago. I haven't even thought about actually using it yet.
I just thought of it as - you know - a really terrific fashion accessory.
In fact, tonight is the first night I've worn these gloves for an evening out.
I bought them three weeks ago. Don't they look deliciously sinful? I
feel so wicked wearing them! And I love the expressions on men's faces!
Their eyes go straight to my hands. I've never felt so powerful!"
Jennifer wriggled her black kidskin-sheathed fingers in obvious pleasure.
Then she stroked Bobby under his chin with her soft, gloved fingertips.
"Were did you buy them?" asked Cindy.
"At Heatherby's," replied Jennifer.
"Aren't they great there?" said Suzy. "That's were I purchase most of
mine, although they also have nice ones at the gift shop right here, too."
Jennifer said, "That's true, but it's more fun to buy them at Heatherby's.
When I went there to buy these, I asked the lady behind the cosmetics counter
where the glove department was, and this little bald guy - a clerk - came
rushing right around the counter and offered to show me. I spent about
twenty minutes trying on different pairs - they were all so fabulous - but then
I told the little bald man that I was really looking for a pair of full-length
black kids. I asked if he was okay because I noticed that his forehead was
glistening like he had a fever or something. His hands seemed to shake a
little, too, as he took the gloves out from under the counter. For some
reason, I felt a little self-conscious trying them on in front of him. But
when I had finally worked my fingers into them and smoothed them up my arms, I
said, 'Oh, my god! These are orgasmic! I feel like I'm wearing sex
on my hands!' I put my hand on the clerk's face and said, 'Feel how soft
they are!' All of a sudden, the little guy just collapsed behind the
counter - like he had passed out or something. I was really worried, but a
lady clerk told me it was all right. She told me that he often gets faint
when working in the glove department - the heat in that area must be too much
for him or something. The lady asked me if she could wrap my new gloves
for me, but I told her no - that I would wear them back to my apartment.
On the way out, I stopped to look at myself in one of the mirrors. The
black kidskin opera gloves looked fantastic - even with the blue jeans and
sleeveless T-shirt I had on. As I walked toward the exit, I noticed about
six guys following after me. They all seemed anxious to hold the door open
for me or something. When I wrapped my fingers around the door handle, I
think a couple of guys tried to put their hands on top of mine - without looking
like they were actually trying to."
Suzy said, "Isn't it comical the way guys will try to touch your glove and make
it look as though they accidentally brushed against your hand? Or they'll
use almost any pretext to shake your hand. Sometimes, it can get annoying.
But I always love to watch their eyes when they try desperately not to look as
if they're glancing at our gloves. They'll look away, but then their eyes
keep wandering right back to our hands. Guys are so helpless and so
transparent. It's really kind of cute. By the way, I know exactly
which clerk you mean at Heatherby's. I think I've fried that poor man's
brain a number of times at the leather glove counter. I don't even think
that he waits until he gets home to - you know," said Suzy, making an obscene
gesture with her gloved hand. "I've watched him heading straight for the
men's room several times as I was leaving the glove department."
Bobby wanted to tell Suzy that she was wrong - that she didn't know everything
she thought she did. But he couldn't. No one knew better than Bobby
just how right Suzy was about men.
With her gloved hand under his chin, Suzy asked Bobby if he was okay. Of
course, she knew that he wasn't. She knew exactly the effect that their
conversation was having on him. "Cindy," she said, "I'm going to take
Jennifer over to the practice area for a few minutes. I want to see how
well she handles a bullwhip." Suzy reached into her handbag and withdrew
her own whip. Bobby watched as she and Jennifer walked with their heels
clicking over to a large clear area along one of the walls. He swallowed
nervously. A part of him couldn't believe that this was actually
happening.
Cindy stroked Bobby's chin with her leathered fingers to calm him. Bobby
was aware that his voice was quivering as he asked Cindy how much it hurts to be
bullwhipped. "I don't know, Bobby," said Cindy. "Like most women,
I've never been whipped. Judging from the screams of males, I guess it has
to be pretty awful. But Suzy's supposed to be really great with a
bullwhip. A lot of women will just flay the hide right off a guy's ass,
but I've heard that Suzy cracks her whip so precisely that she produces every
bit as much pain without ever breaking a male's skin. Let's watch and
see."
Bobby's eyes were fixed on Suzy and Jennifer as they stood side by side in the
practice area. Their gleaming black leather-sheathed fingers looked
especially sinister gripping their bullwhips. A butler male set several
stuffed toy monkeys seated upright along the edge of an unused bar at one end of
the practice area. Suzy uncoiled her whip and went first. As she
swung it several times in a circle overhead, her whip sliced the air with a
sharp whistling noise. Then she lashed out at one of the stuffed toy
monkeys on the bar. The end of Suzy's whip cracked against the monkey's
crotch and popped the little toy about seven feet into the air like a Mexican
jumping bean. Then Jennifer tried with her own whip. Her first
attempt knocked a little monkey off the edge of the bar.
"Not bad - not bad at all for a first try," said Suzy, clapping her gloved
palms. Then she showed Jennifer how to crack her whip by snapping her
wrist. Jennifer then tried again with one of the toy monkeys. This
time, she decapitated the little toy. The head dropped onto the bar, and
the body flopped forward and fell on the floor. Jumping up and down on her
booted toes, Jennifer clapped her gloved hands with delight.
"Your aim is pretty good," said Suzy, "but let's see how deft your touch is.
After all, we don't want to send Bobby to the Emergency Room."
Suzy then had the butler male hold out a banana at arm's length. With a
crack of her whip, she stripped away one section of peel from the side of the
banana. The butler male then turned the banana about one sixth of the way
around, and Suzy stripped away another length of banana peel. Eventually,
Suzy peeled the entire banana peel without harming any of the fruit inside.
Then the butler male picked out another banana and held it at arm's length for
Jennifer to try. Bobby watched with a lump growing in his throat.
Bobby heard the crack of Jennifer's whip, and the banana seemed to explode like
a firecracker. Doubled over, the butler male screamed in agony with his
hand clutched to his chest. Two of his fingers were bleeding profusely.
Suzy took a two-dollar tip from inside the top of her boot and handed it to the
butler male. Then she and Jennifer rejoined Cindy and Bobby back at their
couch.
"Don't worry, Bobby," said Suzy. "I'm going to be on whip. Jennifer
is pretty good for a beginner, but she needs more practice before bullwhipping a
male."
Bobby felt queasy and downright terrified. Nevertheless, he resolved right
then and there that Suzy could whip him as much as she wanted, but he was not
going to scream out or cry. He would take whatever she dished out, but he
would show Suzy that nothing that she could do would ever make him cry again.
"Bobby," said Suzy, "if, at any point, you don't want to go through with this,
just let me know. I'll understand. After all, it's only a contest."
"Look, Suzy," replied Bobby, with a faint hint of defiance, "I don't care if you
whip me 'shitless', as you say. It won't have the least effect on me."
"Are you sure, Bobby?" asked Suzy, as she looked deep into his eyes and tried to
figure out whether he was just putting up a facade of false bravado or whether
he truly meant it.
"Of course," said Bobby. "Go ahead and whip me all you want. If
these other guys can take it, I'm sure I can, too."
"Okay," said Suzy. She put her fingers to her lips, and then placed a kiss
on Bobby's lips with her gloved fingertips. Bobby thought that she looked
a little concerned. He felt faint but wasn't sure whether it was from the
touch of Suzy's glove or from his fear of her whip - or from both. It
didn't matter. He was going to show Suzy that he was a man - a real man
that no woman, however beautiful, could ever again cause to break down in tears.
He was going to show Suzy that she really didn't know all men as well as she
thought she did.
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