Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 3 - Deviated Prevert - Sex Stories

Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 3 - Deviated Prevert

... it. Following on Shireen's heels, Markus looked more like a lovesick schoolboy the teacher kept smacking with a ruler.

They were dressed in their best because they were all going somewhere new. Somewhere special. Darius hadn't learned what 'somewhere special' meant until just hours ago when Heather let it slip. When he heard the name, he wasn't surprised at all. The prophecy of the cruel convenience store clerk had come true, so why wouldn't another one? After his odd encounter in the gym shower, Darius suspected that destiny would eventually bring him to this place.

He looked up as they drew closer and beheld another extravagant sign. It was even more flashy and suggestive than Queen Shit's welcoming display. The dark outline of a woman with glowing devil horns and a red succubus tail could be seen stepping on the dark outline of a prone male. Her heel was planted in the center of his back and her right hand flashed a glowing whip up and down in the background. Below the figures, the words CLUB ISHTAR were lit up in bright white.

Darius swallowed as they approached the long cement steps leading to the massive club. Shireen had a mile-wide smile and Heather tittered with glee. She yanked on Darius' leash and to hurry his pace. Markus took a long look up at the flashing, animated sign and the building's six story height. He seemed to be in shock that an establishment of this type was seated so prominently in the city.

“Dayum!” he called out as they started up ...

... the steps. “This place is massive! I can't believe I haven't heard of it till now.”

“Maybe you're not as worldly as you think” Shireen shot over her shoulder with a haughty glance.

“Girl, I'm eager to learn and open to new experiences. If that's not the attitude of a gentleman and a scholar, I don't know what is!”

Shireen chuckled and rolled her eyes.

Once they ascended the stairs, two young men in french maid outfits and high heels were waiting for them. They wore pink armbands around their left sleeves with a large white circle and “S” written in black at the center.

“Hello!”

“Welcome to Club Ishtar!”

They smiled and pushed open the large double doors as the party approached. The maids held the doors open, their heads bowed, as Darius and company walked through. Once they'd made their way into the lobby, the maids returned to their positions and the large doors closed behind them.

The massive lobby was a bustle of activity with many people waiting to be admitted and more feminized bitch-boys rushing about to complete various tasks. Pounding dance beats could be heard through the walls, emanating from what had to be the club's main room.

At the head of the line, a woman in full leather military garb was checking the credentials of the guests before waving them through with her crop. A red arm band was snug around her left sleeve with a large white circle and the letter “M” printed in black. Darius could only assume that stood for “Mistress” or ...