deepest, darkest, desires of the feminine mind. So I propose a
toast, to Club Divine and another ten years of unashamedly good fun.”
The sound of clinking
glasses rang around the hall as the women toasted to the clubs past, present
and future success. And so with the appetisers and formalities concluded, Amanda
wasted no time announcing the first course. She swept an arm elegantly
directing their attention to a set of wide, wooden, French doors.
“Ladies in this
growing age of female empowerment I think it only appropriate we even the
scores a little with regards to the genders. With great pleasure, I present to
you, the bunny boys.”
At her command the
doors swung open and in came twelve, slim, fresh-faced young men, each pushing
decorative silver trolley’s in front of them, each wearing nothing but a black bow
tie, black silky boxer shorts. On the back of them white, round, fluffy balls,
were a playful twist on the bunny girls associated with the Hefner Empire. A
few high-pitched giggles and, more guttural laughs, went around the hall as the
waiters unloaded their trolleys, attending to each table.
Rosie was biting her
lip, trying not to laugh as Christina more or less said with a nod of the head,
a purse of the lips, ‘Oooh he’s a bit tasty.’ The other girls’ expressions said
all that needed to be said. Each of them was unmistakably enjoying the view of
their sexy young waiter as he moved around the table, placing a selection of
artfully constructed dishes onto its surface.
As he did so Bianca
couldn’t resist giving his bum a surreptitious squeeze, which the young waiter
hid, apart from a slight gasp. Only when he’d finished laying out the artful
looking dishes did he step back, replacing the female waitress by the wall. She
gave him a smirk as they passed and took the now empty trolley away.
The women wasted no
time picking at the colourful plates before them. The nouvelle inspired food,
truly was divine, Michelin starred quality. Rosie and the girls savoured every
mouthful as they satiated their appetites and quenched their thirst. Calling on
their semi naked waiter several times to top up their glasses. It was a
reoccurring theme in the hall as each table made the most of the ‘fine’
service. Jokes about rampant rabbits did the rounds as the male waiters moved
back and forth with bunny like energy.
Before long every
woman had, had her fill, and dutifully the bunny boys took away the used plates
and cutlery. The young female waitresses returned to their spots next to the
wall, no doubt keen not to miss what was about to come next. For it was time
for the evening’s main event to commence and Rosie sensed a definite buzz of
anticipation in the hall.
Once more Amanda their
hostess took to the stage, only this time as she did so, the velvet curtain
opened, the lights dimmed, and some overhead spotlights focused on the wide
stage that was now revealed before them.
“Hmmm very tasty,”
said Amanda, now positioned behind a silver lectern on one side of the stage.
“I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, especially those cute bunny boys.”
Another of those wide
grins creased her face.
“I’m sure you’ll find
the next course equally as scrumptious, for it’s time to begin tonight’s main
proceedings. Ladies prepare yourselves, you’re about to be introduced to some
of the sexiest studs on gods green earth. And remember, all money will be going
to good causes, so feel free to loosen those purse strings. But without delay I
declare Club Divines very first slave auction officially open.”
The hostess and now
auctioneer slammed down a wooden gavel to a smattering of applause and a few whoops,
two of the loudest coming from Christina and Bianca. Rosie smiled at their
exuberance. Above the din, Amanda welcomed to the stage her pretty assistant,
Tiffany, and slave numero uno, Hunky Hugo.
Slender and graceful Tiffany
appeared first, in a spangly lilac dress that sparkled in the
toast, to Club Divine and another ten years of unashamedly good fun.”
The sound of clinking
glasses rang around the hall as the women toasted to the clubs past, present
and future success. And so with the appetisers and formalities concluded, Amanda
wasted no time announcing the first course. She swept an arm elegantly
directing their attention to a set of wide, wooden, French doors.
“Ladies in this
growing age of female empowerment I think it only appropriate we even the
scores a little with regards to the genders. With great pleasure, I present to
you, the bunny boys.”
At her command the
doors swung open and in came twelve, slim, fresh-faced young men, each pushing
decorative silver trolley’s in front of them, each wearing nothing but a black bow
tie, black silky boxer shorts. On the back of them white, round, fluffy balls,
were a playful twist on the bunny girls associated with the Hefner Empire. A
few high-pitched giggles and, more guttural laughs, went around the hall as the
waiters unloaded their trolleys, attending to each table.
Rosie was biting her
lip, trying not to laugh as Christina more or less said with a nod of the head,
a purse of the lips, ‘Oooh he’s a bit tasty.’ The other girls’ expressions said
all that needed to be said. Each of them was unmistakably enjoying the view of
their sexy young waiter as he moved around the table, placing a selection of
artfully constructed dishes onto its surface.
As he did so Bianca
couldn’t resist giving his bum a surreptitious squeeze, which the young waiter
hid, apart from a slight gasp. Only when he’d finished laying out the artful
looking dishes did he step back, replacing the female waitress by the wall. She
gave him a smirk as they passed and took the now empty trolley away.
The women wasted no
time picking at the colourful plates before them. The nouvelle inspired food,
truly was divine, Michelin starred quality. Rosie and the girls savoured every
mouthful as they satiated their appetites and quenched their thirst. Calling on
their semi naked waiter several times to top up their glasses. It was a
reoccurring theme in the hall as each table made the most of the ‘fine’
service. Jokes about rampant rabbits did the rounds as the male waiters moved
back and forth with bunny like energy.
Before long every
woman had, had her fill, and dutifully the bunny boys took away the used plates
and cutlery. The young female waitresses returned to their spots next to the
wall, no doubt keen not to miss what was about to come next. For it was time
for the evening’s main event to commence and Rosie sensed a definite buzz of
anticipation in the hall.
Once more Amanda their
hostess took to the stage, only this time as she did so, the velvet curtain
opened, the lights dimmed, and some overhead spotlights focused on the wide
stage that was now revealed before them.
“Hmmm very tasty,”
said Amanda, now positioned behind a silver lectern on one side of the stage.
“I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, especially those cute bunny boys.”
Another of those wide
grins creased her face.
“I’m sure you’ll find
the next course equally as scrumptious, for it’s time to begin tonight’s main
proceedings. Ladies prepare yourselves, you’re about to be introduced to some
of the sexiest studs on gods green earth. And remember, all money will be going
to good causes, so feel free to loosen those purse strings. But without delay I
declare Club Divines very first slave auction officially open.”
The hostess and now
auctioneer slammed down a wooden gavel to a smattering of applause and a few whoops,
two of the loudest coming from Christina and Bianca. Rosie smiled at their
exuberance. Above the din, Amanda welcomed to the stage her pretty assistant,
Tiffany, and slave numero uno, Hunky Hugo.
Slender and graceful Tiffany
appeared first, in a spangly lilac dress that sparkled in the
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