I looked over at Shelly in panic. She had told me to leave everything at home, so I didn’t have anything with me. We were suddenly at the bouncers and Shelly held up a small folder with her ID and credit cards in it. She then pointed at me and said, “Newbie. She’s mine… or at least will be after tonight.”
I wasn’t sure what she meant, and got even more confused when Dianne, who was at one of the other bouncers, pointed to the twins and said, “They’re mine.” Neither of the twins held up any membership card or ID.
I felt something pull my arm and realized a third bouncer was wrapping something around my wrist. “That guarantees you get free drinks,” Shelly said with a smile as we walked in.
Just inside the main doors were a set of restrooms… or at least that’s what it looked like at first. Then I realized that one door said “Restroom” and the other said “Locker Room.” Shelly pointed to a spot between the two doors and said, “Wait right there… and don’t wander off with anyone.”
I thought that was odd, but after standing there for only a minute or two, a tall, pale woman with very straight, very long black hair smiled at me and said, “Are you looking for someone to play with you tonight?”
“Shelly…” I stammered, “Shelly… she told me to wait right here for her.” The woman smiled at me again and said, “Have fun,” as she walked into the locker room.
Several more women walked into the locker room, but none came out. A really nice-looking young black woman stopped on her way in and carefully looked at me. After a few moments, she asked softly, “Taken?”
“Shelly,” I answered. She smiled very broadly and then said, “Lucky girl.”
I almost asked her whether she meant me or Shelly, but she walked into the locker room before I could say anything. I was still staring at the locker room door when the twin voices of Mary and Marcy said from behind me, “Did you miss me?”
I spun to look and let out a small yelping scream. “Was that a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’?” they said in unison.
I stood there with my mouth opening and closing, but nothing was coming out. The twins were standing before me naked. Well, they weren’t exactly naked. They were each wearing cloth cat masks that covered the upper portion of their faces and added furry ears that matched the color of their hair. There was expertly-applied makeup around their mouths that made them look even more like a cat. The effect was amplified by their hair, which had been teased out so it looked like a reddish blond lion’s mane. Both had large collars around their necks with a brass name plate on the front. One said, “Kitty One,” and the other said, “Kitty Two.” From each collar a leash led back to Dianne’s hand.
Dianne was fully clothed, but she might as well have been naked. She was wearing a thin, skin-tight, shiny black catsuit which molded to every curve of her body. The only flesh showing was the bottom portion of her face, which looked extremely white against the black of the vinyl suit. Her bright red lipstick accented her lips as she said, “Show her your tails, kittens.”
Mary and Marcy– Kitty One and Kitty Two– turned so they were facing away from each other and wiggled their asses. The long, cat-like tails hanging behind them wriggled back and forth as they moved their asses. The color of the tails exactly matched the color of their hair.
“Show her your whole tail,” Dianne said and the kittens bent way over and turned another ninety degrees so their butts were facing me. From that angle, it was very clear that the tails were attached to shiny, chrome butt plugs.
Dianne reached over with her right hand and pressed something on her left wrist. Both kittens yelped and jumped back to a straight up position. She pressed again and both kittens began purring… or at least they were humming so that it sounded like purring.
“I can control the vibrators and shock controls in the anal plugs,” Dianne said. “If they are good kitties, they get pleasure. If they are bad kitties, they get pain.”
“Good kitty,” I said nervously as the twins rubbed slowly against me purring and arching their backs like real cats.
“I’m the crazy kitty,” a voice said from behind me. Margi was standing in the doorway of the locker room. If she had been at a Comic Con event, she would have won first prize for her Harley Quinn costume. Instead of a baseball bat, however, she was carrying a jester’s stick with what looked like a carved Harley Quinn doll’s head on the tip of it. She held it out in front of my face and suddenly intense sparks jumped between the tips of the doll’s jester hat.
“Want to feel what it’s like to get bit by Krazy Kat?” she said, stepping up right next to me.
“N… n… no,” I sputtered.
“Didn’t think so,” she said quickly and then suddenly plunged her staff into Kitty One’s side.
Both kitties stopped purring and screamed out together.
“That’s what’s so fun about twins,” Harley– Margi– said with a laugh, “they each feel what the other feels. It’s twice as much fun.”
“What have I told you about tormenting the kitties?” Dianne said sternly.
“Sorry, Mistress,” Margi said, bowing in an almost curtsey. “I was only trying to break the tension. Precious seems to be a little tense.”
“I will worry about Precious,” a voice said from the darkness behind Margi.
I recognized the voice as Shelly’s, but it sounded different… stronger… and more forceful than usual. When she stepped into the dim light so I could see her, I almost fell to my knees. She was dressed in an abbreviated catsuit that was at least as tight as Dianne’s. It looked like a very tight one-piece swimsuit, and– if possible– was twice as black and shiny. Her legs looked so creamy and perfect descending from the black of the suit. And her arms seemed so long and powerful as they reached out toward me.
She turned me so I was facing away from her and then I felt something rubbing against my back. It took me a minute to realize that she was writing on the simple white dress. I concentrated on what she was writing and figured out that the last letters were l, l, y, and s. She must have written “Shelly’s” across the back of my dress.
“Now we’re ready to go into the club,” she said firmly as she took my hand and led me toward a set of black doors with the winking cat logo in the center of each of them.
The club, itself, was even more dim than the entryway. There didn’t seem to be any lighting except for the lights shining on a circular stage in what I assumed was the middle of the club. After a few minutes, when my eyes adjusted to the near darkness, I could see that there were also very dim lights hanging from the ceiling above each table. A naked waitress with a cat tail similar to what the twins were wearing led us to a table in the far corner.
“We’ll start with Margarita’s,’ Margi said. “For some reason that is my favorite drink and whoever is paying names the drink.”
When the drinks arrived, it looked like mine was a slightly different color. I don’t normally drink, so I don’t know all the variations of the various drinks. Mine tasted like pineapple with an overtaste of strawberry. I tried to nurse it along, but a short while later it was gone.