Total Surrender

5 - ARRIVAL

Venus stepped purposefully from the taxi after paying the fare—and for a moment she stood there transfixed, as she surveying the line that extended down the sidewalk and wrapped around the block. She had heard Club Ecstasy was very popular, but she’d never anticipated so many people tried to gain entry on any given night, particularly a Sunday night. Because of her lifestyle, she’d always consider Sunday to be the quietest of days. She usually avoided going anywhere other than church on Sundays. She used the day to rest and recuperate from a long week of working two jobs so she had the strength to repeat the process all over again the following Monday.

But now she saw how the other half lived. They were easily hundreds of people waiting to get into the club. She was now very glad she and her friends had splurged for a VIP ticket. She would have never gotten the nerve to stand outside the club so long to enter. And more than likely she would not have been admitted.

After a few minutes Venus realized how weird she looked standing there ogling the would-be patrons like a Bible thumping virgin, she started toward the entrance. As she got closer, she noticed the muscular, mean-looking bouncer who stood in front of a roped-off area that led to the inside of the club. His beefy arms were crossed over a ripped chest.

She began to fidget when she noticed he had caught sight of her and her intention to walk in. His gaze appraised her – flitting up and down her body, his lips lifting in a smile. Emboldened by his obvious approval, she straightened her spine and lifted her chin. She’d had enough of feeling unworthy and it was high time she walked in confidence and basked in her apparent beauty. She would no longer tolerate anyone who found her lacking.

A glance down the sidewalk told her why he was looking at her with appreciation. Beautiful but very thin women stood in groups, waiting for their opportunity to get in. They were all swanky and fashionable looking. The men were polished, preppy and rich looking.

Venus was decidedly not thin. Her thick curves which were a rarity at the club, stood out like a bright neon sign.

Ordinarily she’d be self-conscious about her weight. But the hours her friends had spent hyping her up and the appreciative looks from the bouncer did wonders for her ego. So she reveled in her bountiful figure.

She was so giddy that for a moment she couldn’t breathe. She felt an immense thrill to be counted as one of those beautiful people… to be able to get by on her looks and body. Her next task would be to try to get any man at the club she wanted with a snap of her fingers. Well not exactly a snap but something similar. Hopefully she wouldn’t chicken out.

As she made her way to the bouncer, she noticed that she’d caught the attention of those at the front of the line. Women openly gawked at her, jealousy evident in their eyes. It made her nearly stumble. She couldn’t remember the last time someone was jealous of her.

So as not to get distracted and potentially fall flat on her face, she turned her attention back to the bouncer, who was now just a two spaces away. Closing the gap between them, he stepped forward, addressing her before she could gather her thoughts, nerve and words to speak.

“Hey there, pretty thing,” he said appreciatively. “I’d be more than happy to let you in, but I can’t allow you to bore the line unless you have a pass,” he stated, taking another sweep of her body.

Her cheeks blushed at the flirtation in his words and obvious s****l attraction in his gaze. Unable to come up with a witty reply, she simply pulled out her VIP pass and handed it to him. “My pass is right here,” she said simply.

He looked pleased as he reached down to unlatch the velvet rope that was strung between two metal poles just outside the doorway to the club. “My shift ends in another hour,” he stated in a low sexy voice with a wink.

“O-okay.”

“Hope you don’t have too good a time, until my shift ends,” he said louder, as he motioned her by.

Feeling emboldened by his comments, she turned to face the people waiting in line. She looked several of them in their eyes before blowing them a kiss, doing a little shimmy and sashaying into the club. It felt immensely gratifying to witness their stunned expressions.

“VIP pass,” the bouncer replied, by way of explanation as the crowd started murmuring.

Damn straight. Venus gloated. VIP meant an all-access ticket to everything in the club and she had one. Never mind, it was thanks to the generosity of her friends.

As she stepped into the moderately lit club, she was surprised by how controlled the bar area in the front of the club was. The area was stylishly designed to create an intimate social setting tucked into a corner. From this is extended into a massive dance floor that sprouted paths leading to god knows where.

Venus had expected loud music to be blasting from the moment she stepped through the door. But it was more of a background accompaniment rather than the main attraction. Sensual music was currently playing, and those dancing looked more like art in motion. Venus felt as if she was intruding, looking at what could only be described as public foreplay.

Venus knew that the other floors boasted of private boxes, enclosed rooms, sadist chambers, s****l alters and viewing areas for those who were exhibitionists and voyeurs. The only thing Venus wasn’t clear on was why if the purpose of the club was to stimulate s****l activities, why then did they have everything but a bed. Well at least she’d assumed they didn’t have any beds. Based on her research she’d read nothing about beds at the club. She’d read and seen pictures of whips and chains and other tools she would do well to not think about while she was here. Hopefully, as the night progressed, she’d have a complete tour of the facilities.