Traffic Lights is in the basement of an old stone building just off one of the main shopping arcades in Winchester and caters for clients who appreciate some pretty extreme entertainment. Entry to the club is strictly by membership. There were stage shows and other distractions including the clientele, who were welcome to get involved so long as things didn’t get out of hand This wasn’t usually a problem as everything seemed acceptable. Sal and I had been members for some time.

We found out about the club from a friend and became members partly because we both had a curious streak and partly because the place amused us with it’s waiting staff dressed in costumes varying from school uniforms to latex and leather bodysuits. Above all there was that aspect of being a voyeur.

We had been living together for two years and had a healthy sex life. We regularly created fantasies that we would often act through but more usually just talking about them had us fucking like rabbits. Sal is athletically built with firm breasts and a generously proportioned rear – I have never heard her described as anything other than attractive. She likes to dress provocatively and enjoys being looked at – you could say she is an exhibitionist.

One night we were in town, I had been feeling particularly horny since I watched Sal’s bum as I followed her up stairs on our way out of the apartment. The image was giving me naughty thoughts particularly as I thought of the Latex waspie and silk stockings she was wearing. We decided to drop into Traffic Lights to see what was happening. We ordered drinks and found a table. It was early yet and the club was quiet, a couple of girls were dancing on the stage. One looked particularly raunchy in a cowboy outfit with only leather chaps covering her legs and the slightest hint of crotch and muscular arse through her thong as she whirled across the stage.

After the dancers finished on stage they moved around the club taking drinks orders and dancing for individuals. As the cowgirl passed our table I called for another drink. When she returned with our order she paused awhile and talked about the show. Sal had asked what training she had and how she became involved with such a place. The two of them talked for several minutes about dancing and discovered that they had both studied at the same theatre school. Emma (the cowgirl) suggested that Sal join her on the stage for a show sometime – I was somewhat disapproving and made my feelings known. Sal said that I was being overprotective and that it might be fun. Emma saw her cue and left to take someone else’s order but not before saying, “think it over,” and, “if you want to just give me a wink”.

I began to think that maybe I was being unreasonable and if Sal wanted to get on the stage then she should. Within moments Sal brought the subject up again. I was left thinking that if I stood in her way now then things between us would have become hypocritical.

“If you want to dance, then dance,” I heard myself saying and noticed the smile on her face as she knew she’d won the battle before it had even begun.

Sal was intent on not making a fuss about her victory and turned back to the stage where two guys were dancing with a girl who had started her act wearing a feathered costume and had now lost everything except her g-string which would also be off in a few minutes.

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In the darkness of the stage you could get away with anything, Sal had said it herself; you didn’t know if the room was full or empty! I had imagined what it would feel like performing on the stage, knowing that there was an audience you couldn’t see, but at the same time being aware that they could see you, every move you made and every breath you took. They could see the lust in your eyes and the flatness of the act when it wasn’t there. I often wondereed why the dancers did the things they did; did they get turned on? Did they enjoy it? Did they feel ashamed of their profession? I mean, let’s face it, often they didn’t just dance up there.

There weren’t many men dancing there but those who did were attractive and even the male punters enjoyed the dimension they brought to the shows. There were always women and always they were dressed for the part: little girls in school uniform and their schoolmarms, leather clad domatrixes, latex submissives, girls in tiny denim shorts and cut off tops, girls in uniforms, shepherdesses in ripped outfits and wolves ready to take advantage.

One of the finest evenings we spent there was filled with shows that seemed to go on all night. It started with the usual strips, girls getting naked; everyone had seen it before and it did little enough for the regulars, but it went on and on. Different girls with different partners. One of them took four guys and screwed them all on the stage then went into the audience with cum dribbling down her legs and proceeded to give head to a guy whilst finger fucking his date under the table. That was a night to remember and when we got home Sal gave me the best blowjob of my life, drinking my sperm and sucking my cock back to life to fuck her on her front then on her back and finally filling her cunt to saturation point.

Tonight was a night I wasn’t going to forget in a hurry either. Sal was now sulking; she had permission but she wanted me to ask her to go onstage. I finally suggested that she should catch Emma’s eye and see if her offer was indeed genuine. In seconds Emma was back at our table. Sal said, “I’m ready for my debut.”

Emma smiled and replied, “When I’m next on, I’ll come and get you.”

With that she went.

The lights went down and a fierce bass beat started, it was like jungle drums. The curtain rolled back and Emma was onstage, Sal gasped, probably as she realised that this was going to involve her too. Emma flung herself across the stage, the flash of panties as her chaps parted, the folds of her cunt almost visible as she moved. Then she left the stage and danced towards our table.

“It’s OK, just follow me,” she said as she took Sal by the hand and moved her back into her own domain.

I watched in silent shock as she went to the stage area. She looked spectacular in her long leather coat and underneath clad in her latex waspie. Another girl in a Nazi style latex uniform, complete with peaked cap and riding crop, appeared onstage and Emma left. The Nazi uniform gently placed a blindfold around Sal’s eyes and moved her backwards to what appeared to be a hospital trolley. She slowly pushed Sal onto the trolley. Sal’s coat fell open and the girl in the uniform visibly gasped at her beauty. I was beginning to feel concerned, they were supposed to be dancing. At the same time I was also aware that I felt aroused by the sight and sat back at my table whilst watching intensely, thinking to myself, “This’ll teach her!”

Another younger girl wearing a school gymslip, white frilly socks and uniform hat joined the Nazi uniform onstage. She had a dark complexion, short blonde hair, small pert breasts and looked every bit a sixteen year old. She proceeded to take a large makeup brush and gently drag it across Sal’s thighs and upwards to her stomach. The Nazi uniform held Sal’s shoulders to stop her moving and see just how much she was going to struggle before things would have to stop. This was not yet a problem, in spite of her blindfold; Sal seemed quite happy, even enjoying herself.

The uniform stopped the other girl’s brushing and proceeded to sit Sal up to remove her coat, leaving her in just her waspie stockings and thong. As she removed the coat, Sal’s blindfold slipped and she saw the newcomer who smiled reassuringly as the blindfold was replaced. Now, almost naked on the trolley, Sal’s hands were slipped into leather restraints attached to the sides. A few words passed between the three girls and then in calmness the ministration of the two costumed girls began again.

The Nazi reached under the trolley and produced an assortment of objects, I couldn’t see them all but was sure that there was at least one dildo, a bottle of some lotion, and what looked like some kind of restraint. The schoolgirl was amusing herself with the makeup brush, painting imaginary words and pictures all over Sal’s stomach and thighs. Every now and again she’d get a little closer to the crotch and slip her finger under the edge of Sal’s thong. I hadn’t seen Sal resist at all and was wondering what she was thinking.

The Nazi approached the trolley; she was holding the bottle in one hand and a huge black rubber dildo in the other. She moved closer to Sal and pushed the tip of the dildo into her face, she ran it down towards her mouth and told her to suck. Sal seemed to obey. The Nazi passed the bottle to the schoolgirl and told her to rub oil into Sal’s skin. The schoolgirl peeled Sal’s thong off and dropped it to the floor without hesitation, obviously a well practised manoeuvre. Sal flinched slightly as the lotion was poured over her flat stomach and ran off in all directions. The girl poured more on her crotch, parted her legs slightly and poured even more. Sal was now sucking on the dildo and the Nazi was rubbing her free hand over her breasts and stomach.

It was a highly erotic sight and all eyes in the club were on the stage. As I sat watching I felt a hand touch my shoulder, I turned to see Emma. She sat down next to me and smiled. As I smiled back Emma’s hand dropped onto my own and lifted it towards her breast. She used my fingers to circle the nipple and then moved down towards her leather chaps and slowly parted her legs. I felt the warmth first and then the wetness, I thought it was sweat from her dancing but quickly realised that she was very excited. A little moan escaped as I pulled the g-string to the side and slid my finger into her sopping hole. She slid forwards and went below the table, my fingers slipped out and as I repositioned myself I felt my zipper being tugged down. She took my already raging hard-on into her mouth and began to move her tongue over its end as I leaned forward to give myself the room to finger her cunt from above.

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Back on the stage Sal was still on the trolley but her legs were now hanging off the sides. The Nazi was pushing the oily dildo into her cunt as the schoolgirl leaned over the trolley tonguing Sal’s clitoris and frigging herself through her gymslip. Then I noticed that there were two guys standing behind the trolley watching intently and playing with their erections. This was why Emma was attending to me!

One of the guys approached the schoolgirl from behind and lifted her skirt. He moved his hand up her leg and slid his fingers over the girls cunt. Then he dropped to his knees behind her and started to lick his way around her drooling twat. She leaned further forward to give him better access, never stopping her attendance on Sal’s oily snatch. As the other guy watched and wanked, the Nazi stopped dildoing Sal and pulled it out, she handed it to the guy and stood back as he approached Sal. The Nazi removed her latex pants and began rubbing herself next to Sal’s blindfolded face, she smeared her fingers over Sal’s mouth and insisted that they were licked clean.

Then, almost simultaneously, the two guys stood up and advanced to the trolley as the Nazi and the schoolgirl disappeared into the darkness. The men stood either side of the trolley and began wanking over Sal,. Suddenly one of the guys aimed his cock down at Sal’s cunt and let loose a torrent of sperm, jet after jet shot out drenching her already oiled up pubic bone and ran down the side of her cuntlips, she let out a gentle moan as she felt the fluid dripping under her bum. The other guy reached out to the mess on her cunt and slid a finger into her. Sal began to plead with who she thought was the schoolgirl, to lick her out – not knowing that she’d just been spunked on. To my amazement he leaned forward and began to lick his associate’s jism off her sloppy twat.

As he licked and chewed her cunt, the other guy reached out and stripped the blindfold from her face, her eyes were closed as she writhed in ecstasy… they stayed closed until he opened the hand restraints. Sal reached up towards the schoolgirl’s head and felt a male, her eyes flashed open as she realised that there was just her and two men on the stage and one of them was licking cum from her pussy, the other was teasing his cock back to erection. Sal reached out to him and began to wank his cock whilst pulling him towards her mouth. Her hips were gyrating uncontrollably and as she whimpered to the licking guy, “Fuck me, please fuck me,” I came into Emma’s mouth.

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