named
Bianca, another of her good friends.
“Party time!” she
shouted to them excitedly.
“I don’t believe you
girls,” mouthed Rosie, looking at the glistening limo.
Inside the plush limo
the two girls joined Bianca and two more of Rosie’s friends. Perfect petite,
Penelope, and delectable, dark, Denise. The five girls all looked the part, red
carpet ready in their tight, shimmering dresses. As the vehicle got moving the
girls cracked open the bubbly and toasted to Rosie. It didn’t take long before
conversation turned to the night ahead.
“What’s this big
surprise then, where we off to?” asked Rosie.
“Ah, ah, ah, not quite
yet,” said Christina.
She was enjoying
holding Rosie in suspense. Her flat mate was well known amongst the group as a
stickler for tardiness and planning ahead. Tonight was about relaxing,
de-cluttering her mind of any worries and spontaneity.
“Come on girls, I’m on
tenterhooks here, at least give me a clue.”
The four girls looked
at her having expected as much. They’d prepared a few tit bits to let her feed
on without giving much away.
“Okay, three clues,”
said Christina.
Rosie tossed her hair
back and settled herself on the plush leather ready to begin guessing.
“Clue number one,
delicious food,” said Penelope, licking her lips coyly.
Rosie nodded running
through a list of restaurants.
“Clue number two,
gorgeous men,” added Denise, raising an eyebrow.
Okay, a restaurant
with a bar or club thought Rosie, narrowing down her search.
“Any ideas?” asked
Christina.
“The Lounge?.... Ruby’s?....The
Loop?” guessed Rosie.
The four girls shook
their heads, giggling at every wrong answer.
“Okay, clue number
three?”
“Naked men!” enthused
Bianca, grinning naughtily.
Rosie looked at the
four of them as they broke into laughter seeing her look of perplexed mystification.
“Please don’t tell me
you’ve got some trashy, male stripper planned.”
“Oh no, much better,
much much better,” said Christina as the four women burst into a conspiratorial
laugh.
As the limo sped on
Rosie was surprised to see they were heading away from the city, out into the
lush green countryside, gradually along narrow country lanes. When they reached
their destination darkness had all but fallen. The limo crept past thick
stonewalls, between an open tall black iron gate and along a never-ending
driveway.
Through the tinted
windows she could see manicured lawns and slowly, honing into view ahead of
them, a grand stately home. Every single room in the Georgian pile was on,
making the fine house shine a rich golden yellow. To Rosie it looked like
something out of a fairytale.
“Where are you taking
me?”
“This should explain a
few things,” said Christina, passing her a crisp laminated card. “Your
invitation.”
The card was black
except for the cat like gaze of a woman’s eyes, beneath the image in swirling
purple lettering were the words, ‘Glitz and Glam.’ A small gold inscription in
the bottom right corner spelt Club Divine, with its logo of red lips curled
into a smile.
All Rosie knew about
Club Divine was that it was an extremely exclusive members club. The themed
parties they hosted were notorious for their secrecy as well as their feminist
bent. It was an organisation run for, and by females. Any man that did attend
was there only for one purpose, the pleasure of the female guests.
“Turn it over,” said
Christina.
On the other side was
a small excerpt. Rosie read it aloud as the limo pulled up in front of the
grand entrance.
'Club Divine welcomes you to celebrate its
tenth anniversary at the stunning Mansion House, for a night of pure,
unadulterated luxury. Of exquisite cuisine, first class service and wickedly
fun entertainment. To mark the special occasion we are holding our very first
slave auction. That’s right ladies the finest, buffest studs, will be available
for purchase and yours to do with as you please, at least until
Bianca, another of her good friends.
“Party time!” she
shouted to them excitedly.
“I don’t believe you
girls,” mouthed Rosie, looking at the glistening limo.
Inside the plush limo
the two girls joined Bianca and two more of Rosie’s friends. Perfect petite,
Penelope, and delectable, dark, Denise. The five girls all looked the part, red
carpet ready in their tight, shimmering dresses. As the vehicle got moving the
girls cracked open the bubbly and toasted to Rosie. It didn’t take long before
conversation turned to the night ahead.
“What’s this big
surprise then, where we off to?” asked Rosie.
“Ah, ah, ah, not quite
yet,” said Christina.
She was enjoying
holding Rosie in suspense. Her flat mate was well known amongst the group as a
stickler for tardiness and planning ahead. Tonight was about relaxing,
de-cluttering her mind of any worries and spontaneity.
“Come on girls, I’m on
tenterhooks here, at least give me a clue.”
The four girls looked
at her having expected as much. They’d prepared a few tit bits to let her feed
on without giving much away.
“Okay, three clues,”
said Christina.
Rosie tossed her hair
back and settled herself on the plush leather ready to begin guessing.
“Clue number one,
delicious food,” said Penelope, licking her lips coyly.
Rosie nodded running
through a list of restaurants.
“Clue number two,
gorgeous men,” added Denise, raising an eyebrow.
Okay, a restaurant
with a bar or club thought Rosie, narrowing down her search.
“Any ideas?” asked
Christina.
“The Lounge?.... Ruby’s?....The
Loop?” guessed Rosie.
The four girls shook
their heads, giggling at every wrong answer.
“Okay, clue number
three?”
“Naked men!” enthused
Bianca, grinning naughtily.
Rosie looked at the
four of them as they broke into laughter seeing her look of perplexed mystification.
“Please don’t tell me
you’ve got some trashy, male stripper planned.”
“Oh no, much better,
much much better,” said Christina as the four women burst into a conspiratorial
laugh.
As the limo sped on
Rosie was surprised to see they were heading away from the city, out into the
lush green countryside, gradually along narrow country lanes. When they reached
their destination darkness had all but fallen. The limo crept past thick
stonewalls, between an open tall black iron gate and along a never-ending
driveway.
Through the tinted
windows she could see manicured lawns and slowly, honing into view ahead of
them, a grand stately home. Every single room in the Georgian pile was on,
making the fine house shine a rich golden yellow. To Rosie it looked like
something out of a fairytale.
“Where are you taking
me?”
“This should explain a
few things,” said Christina, passing her a crisp laminated card. “Your
invitation.”
The card was black
except for the cat like gaze of a woman’s eyes, beneath the image in swirling
purple lettering were the words, ‘Glitz and Glam.’ A small gold inscription in
the bottom right corner spelt Club Divine, with its logo of red lips curled
into a smile.
All Rosie knew about
Club Divine was that it was an extremely exclusive members club. The themed
parties they hosted were notorious for their secrecy as well as their feminist
bent. It was an organisation run for, and by females. Any man that did attend
was there only for one purpose, the pleasure of the female guests.
“Turn it over,” said
Christina.
On the other side was
a small excerpt. Rosie read it aloud as the limo pulled up in front of the
grand entrance.
'Club Divine welcomes you to celebrate its
tenth anniversary at the stunning Mansion House, for a night of pure,
unadulterated luxury. Of exquisite cuisine, first class service and wickedly
fun entertainment. To mark the special occasion we are holding our very first
slave auction. That’s right ladies the finest, buffest studs, will be available
for purchase and yours to do with as you please, at least until
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