“Sit down there Zoe!” he pointed to a stool, so I perched my butt up on the cold plastic seat and waited to see what I had to wear. The first item was a rubber hood, which had white rubber hair attached.
It was thick and tight and I had trouble working it over my head, but when it was finally in place, I felt a lot better, because I had suddenly become anonymous. The hood had ample size holes for my eyes, nose and mouth, but was uncomfortably tight.
The gay guy fetched a hinged metal collar, which was thin and had a small box where the two halves connected together. After my experience in the boiler room, where I’d nearly been hanged, I was reluctant to have anything placed round my neck.
“W… what’s that for?” I asked.
“Your collar will tell you when one of the guests wants a drink, a lap dance or full sex.” The young man explained patiently, lifting the neck of the hood and placing the collar round my neck. The two halves snapped together with a loud click at the back. “I see you’re used to wearing a collar,” he said, probably because he’d noticed the red marks on my neck.
“Please, I don’t like it being so tight,” I complained.
“You’ll get used to it in no time. A girl like you, could get a permanent job here, if you’re interested,” the guy said hopefully.
“Depends how much money I make,” I replied in the most noncommittal way I could imagine.
I was beginning to feel imprisoned in the outfit and guessed I’d need a key to release the collar. He pulled the neck of my top up and the hood down covering the collar in a double layer of rubber, then buckled a leather studded collar over the top.
“They push a button and if you’re the one they want you’ll get a signal through your collar. First one to push your button gets you. You then go straight to the customer with the correct light on,” he explained. “You earn the fee for whatever they want. If they don’t like the look of you, then you’ll be serving drinks all night. My guess is though, with your shaven cunt and tight ass, you’ll be in high demand!”
The guy didn’t miss much having spotted my smooth pussy and checked out my ass. The final items were a pair of red latex gloves and a pair of black ankle boots with 4″ stiletto heels. He fitted the shoes to my feet, which were dangling from the stool a few inches off the ground. The kinky footwear covered my ankles and were secured in place with padlocks on the outside.
I climbed down from the stool and tried out the heels. They were too severe for my liking, but I was okay.
“Each guest has one of these.” He showed me a tiny black remote controller. At the top were two rows of four different coloured buttons, making a total of eight. Beneath them were four larger white buttons and finally at the bottom a large red button.
“The buttons are activated at Midnight.” He looked at his watch. “In just under an hour. Until then you serve drinks at the tables and booths so use the time to flash your fanny and get them interested”. The guests aren’t allowed to touch you till midnight, but the members can. If you wanna do a freebie, that’s up to you.”
“How do I tell the members from the guests?”
“You can’t, but we can and we’ll chuck them out, unless they’ve paid on the button. Remember, more cock, more money! They’ll hold up their controller, so that you know who’s zapped you. You’re red for tonight, hence the gloves.” He pushed the red button and it lit up.
“The four white buttons are your functions. This one is a standard lap dance where they can only play with your tits.” he pushed the first and a tingling sensation shocked the front of my throat.
“Ow, what the fuck?” I cried putting my hand up to my neck, but finding the thick leather collar in the way. “That hurts!” I protested.
Then, ZAP! I went down like a sack of spuds onto my knees!
“No, that hurts,” he said, chuckling.
My neck felt as though it had exploded with what felt like four simultaneous shocks round my neck. I clawed at the leather collar and gasped for air to try and relieve the mind numbing pain.
“Auuuuuuurgh,” I groaned as a dull ache spread out, temporarily paralyzing my body.
“Get up and let me show you the final three buttons. You’ll be pleased to know that the guest’s controllers don’t have a red button, only me. If you step out of line, or do something stupid, like spill a drink on a guest, you get zapped! Got it?” I nodded, getting to my feet shakily.
“Please don’t do that again. They’re not paying me enough…!” I complained.
“It’s all in the contract with the agency,” he chuckled. “This is all about power and they pay their fees to have complete power over you. So remember, the more customers, who push your button, the more you earn!”
The manager quickly showed me the other three buttons. If a customer wanted to fuck my mouth, they zapped the back of my collar, anal was a right zap and normal sex on the left. The concept was mind boggling and I was only just beginning to appreciate what a bizarre people the Germans were. I was a somewhat stunned by the time he steered me out of the dressing room, down a corridor and through a security door into a vast dark room.
The sight that met my eyes, stopped me dead in my tracks!