Wavebang/Chapter 3 - Madame
After receiving reminders from the app Holly and Katie made their way to The Madame's office for their appointment. Madame's office was a large luxurious room furnished with antique furniture. All around the room there were bronze statues and oil paintings of naked gods and goddesses. Old books were on display on an antique bookcase, including everything written by the Marquis de Sade. Madame was sitting behind a huge mahogany desk smoking a cigarette. "Come in girls and shut the door," she said as they came in. "Hello Katie, how are you? Welcome Holly, you're new aren't you? I knew your mother you know." Madame blew out a long exhalation of smoke and added wistfully, "She was a great pole dancer." The girls sat down on the leather chairs in front of the desk.
The club's systems had notified Madame of the meeting and told her the girls' names. What the girls didn't know was that, in addition, Madame knew them both in great, most intimate detail. When girls are hired by the club background research is done and recorded on the club's systems. The app that the girls have to install on their phones in order to work at the club sucks up everything on their phones in real time: their precise location, every message, every photo and every video. All this data is uploaded to the club's systems and available to all senior club management. Madame had studied the girls' data before the meeting and had a good idea why they were there.
Madame knew that Katie (13) had regular sex with a school boy friend and a couple of the bouncers: Hank (23) and Malcom (47). She also had occasional sex her uncle (54). The uncle story is an old one that predates her current phone. He calls her a "fucking slut" and she seems to like that. The bouncers both record videos of their sex and send highlights to Katie, who shares them with her uncle. The bouncers are all given equipment and encouraged to corrupt the pole dancers and record their sexual exploits. From the videos Madame could tell that Katie really enjoyed sex and had very noisy, intense orgasms. However, she needed to work on her blowjob technique. She had made a mental note to talk to Anja about that learning opportunity.
Holly (11), on the other hand, was a bit of a loner. She didn't have any lovers and the only interesting thing on her phone were pictures of herself posing in front of a mirror in various outfits and underwear with her face dolled up with makeup. "She's got a lot of spare time on her hands and would be very sexy in our outfits," thought The Madame. She reached across the desk with a cigarette poking out of the packet. "Cigarette?" she offered. They both shook their heads. Madame shrugged. Madame was in her 50s, tall with black hair and very thin. She wore black rimmed eye glasses and her hair up in a bun. Although she was thin she looked wiry and strong and came across as very forceful. Perhaps it was her deep smoker's voice. A Formidable lady. Madame smiled at them both and said, "What can I do for you?"
Katie said, "I'd like to be a lap dancer."
Madame's face lit up and she said, "That's wonderful my dear. Of course we're always happy to promote our pole dancers to lap dancing. Wonderful! I will update the system at once." Madame put her cigarette in the ash tray and spent a few seconds clicking with her laptop's mouse. Without looking up she asked, "Same shifts?" Katie confirmed. Madame said, "Done." She looked up at Katie and, taking off her glasses said, "You know, there are a lot of club members who have asked if they can have a lap dance with you. Their pent up interest is recorded in the system so we will start booking you in right away. And of course you will now appear in the member's app as available for lap dances. You will be very busy my dear."
She looked and smiled at Holly and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you Holly, mon cheri?"
Holly said quietly in her baby voice, blushing slightly, "I'd like to be a pole dancer."
Madame beamed at her and said, "I think you'll be a great pole dancer. Like your mother. Are you sure you wouldn't like to be a lap dancer like Katie as well? I will look after you: match you with a nice gentle man. Our clients are very rich and powerful and we know them very well. You have such a sweet baby voice too. Some customers like to talk and treat you like a girlfriend." Holly blushed deeply and looked like she was about to cry. Madame salivated and looked at her like she was a tiger looking at a baby lamb. She quickly got back her concentration, swallowed and said, "That's fine, you can be a pole dancer. We run one-to-one pole dancing lessons Monday to Saturday from 6pm to 7pm. Can you do all those days?" Holly said she could. "Fantastic. I'll book you in for lessons for one week and then we'll see."
When the girls had left Madame summoned Anja using the app. After a few minutes Anja came into the office and shut the door. "Hello Anja, sit down mon cheri." Anja, an experienced 26 year old hooker, sat down in front Madame's desk. Madame continued, "Katie is voluntarily working as a lap dancer from now on. I think she will be a compliant and submissive little whore but she needs to learn how to deep throat. With her current technique she would gag and puke immediately with a rough customer."
Anja laughed and asked, "Does she like buttercream cup cakes? Member 79 wants a girl tomorrow night."
The girls are never told club member's names and if they learn them they are forbidden from using real names. Club members are always referred to by their membership number. Number 79 has a puke fetish. He pays extra for a young girl deprived of food for at least 24 hours, a dozen buttercream, sickly sweet cupcakes, a bottle of good whiskey, cocaine and a large bowl. He uses a private room known as the pantry: an empty room with white tiled walls, a bare wooden floor and a table and four chairs for four men. He brings three huge black bulls with BBCs with him. When they arrive the bowl is already in place in the middle of the room and the coke and whiskey are on the table. The half starved lap dancer is sent to the room carrying a tray of 12 large cupcakes which she places untouched on the table. The girl does her striptease dance routine and, after she had stripped down to her high heeled shoes, 79 makes the girl stand next to the table and force feeds her cupcakes and whiskey. She has to eat the cakes and drink large gulps of whiskey as quickly as she can. The black bulls snort the coke and drink whiskey during the pole dance and the force feeding. When he girl has eaten all the sickly buttercream cupcakes and drunk at least a quarter of the bottle of whiskey she is made to lap dance for each of the black bulls to wind up their sexual aggression to the max. After that she is made to kneel in the middle of the room over the large bowl. The bulls take turns at deep throating her while she uses her hands to prime the two shafts either side of her head for their next round. With the best technique in the world the girl would inevitably puke but with new girls who haven't trained their gag reflex it's particularly messy. Once the bulls have dumped their loads into her throat and she is unable to puke any more the girl is offered extra money to drink from the bowl which is full of half digested cake, whiskey, saliva and cum. The more she drinks the more she earns. Whatever is left is slowly poured over her head. As for all private and public rooms the whole thing is video recorded. 79 always pays for a copy of the video to add to his collection.
"Perfect!" Madame laughed, "I love those videos. She can learn from her vomiting the importance of deep throating correctly. After her ordeal she will be more willing to learn and you can teach her how to deep throat. Make sure you watch her on the monitors and be ready to step in and discipline her if she disobeys any instructions from her masters. Take your English whip."