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11. Adventures in Amsterdam

“They’re offering five grand a night for two consecutive nights. That goes up to ten grand if we have sex one night on stage and fifteen grand if we do both nights.”

Natasha was explaining the offer they’d received from a famous fetish club in Amsterdam. They wanted Natasha or specifically Mistress Tasha, to do her pole dance routine and also the sex act where Jack would eat her out at the end of the dance and they were willing to pay double if they had sex at the end. Natasha definitely wanted to do the pole dancing part. She was an exhibitionist who’d never danced in a club, never had a live audience and she so wanted to do it, it would be a rush. The money on offer was interesting but secondary, it was the thought of performing in front of all these people that got her excited, it got her so hot. Jack knew that look on her face, the way her forehead would crease when she really wanted something. There would be no talking her out of it and he’d have to get out of this without rocking the boat. He leaned over her shoulder and read the email again and smiled to himself.

“Well, that’s a damn shame babes. I can’t do those dates.”

“Why not?” she demanded irritably.

“That’s my brother’s stag do,” he said, trying his best to look and sound disappointed.

“What? You can’t miss out on one booze-filled weekend?” she snorted, and he played his trump card.

“Natasha, I’m the best man.”

“Oh! Yeah, I’d forgotten,” she said, looking a bit downcast.

He was all for her doing her dance routine but didn’t fancy having sex with her in front of 500 people in some fetish club. It seemed a bit ridiculous considering he was in videos that were seen by hundreds of thousands of people on a regular basis but that was different. They just turned the cameras in the privacy of their own home, they weren’t being scrutinised, gawked at or judged live by a bunch of strangers.

“I want to go, I want to do my pole dancing routine but I also want to do the oral sex part at the end. The idea of performing live in front of a crowd has got me all hot and bothered, I am so turned on right now.”

“Then go, go do it. Have a freebie while you’re there, make a weekend of it.”

Freebie was their joke term for picking someone up for sex. They loved each other to bits but were relaxed and open about the other person occasionally having sex with someone else as long as they were up front about it and took all necessary precautions.

“I’m not getting anyone else to fuck me at the end of the dance,” said Natasha firmly.

“Course not but you’ll be in a fetish club with other like minded people dressed like you are which will make you horny and after a few drinks, you might fancy having a fling in a private room,” he pointed out, and Natasha didn’t look very convinced but it was something to keep in mind.

He left her to it and she wrote an email asking for further details. Were they paying for flights and accommodation and how would they keep her anonymity intact? She explained she wouldn’t have sexual intercourse because her partner couldn’t travel but they could suggest someone for the oral sex. She also insisted on this person having a blood test the day before she arrived and she would do the same. One couldn’t be too careful. She pressed send and went to join Jack in bed.

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She read the email back.

Dear Mistress Tasha,

We are delighted to hear you are interested in our proposal. We are happy to pay for flights and your accommodation will be a luxury apartment in the building directly over our club.

This apartment has a street entrance and a private entrance to the club. Therefore, you can come and go as you please if you want to venture out and you can get ready in the privacy of our apartment and enter the club dressed as you wish.

We will provide the person for oral sex and they will have the blood test ready for your scrutiny on your arrival. We will leave the sex option open in the contract in case you change your mind.

Yours Sincerely,

Daan de Vries

General manager

Well this was promising, she thought. She was doing this and she dashed off an email accepting their offer. Another few emails with a bit of back and forth ensued before phone numbers were exchanged for convenience because now the contract had been agreed, they could keep in contact by WhatsApp. Natasha worked hard on her dance routine, introducing new elements until she had a tight sexy routine that would knock people’s socks off or at the very least give them an erection. She worked on her fitness at the gym too, going every day. She didn’t want to be running out of breath towards the end, it wasn’t a good look, and it certainly wouldn’t be sexy. The dates came around quickly and Jack dropped her off at the airport. She strode through the departures hall in her black leather high heeled şişli escort thigh boots and skin tight shiny black leggings, attracting admiring looks as she passed and left her suitcase at bag drop and went straight to security.

A number of male security officers were more than willing to help her when she had to take off her boots, men were so simple, she thought, and she went through, pulled her boots back on and went in search of her gate as the officers watched her leave with hungry looks on their faces. She wondered, and not for the first time, what her life would be like if her identity was revealed. Would she need a bodyguard in public places or would she have to avoid them all together? Their site had been hacked a few times in search of confidential financial information, customer account details and other data that could include their identities but for the moment they kept their anonymity and none of the data breaches had been too serious.

Funnily enough, because they’d spoken at length about this, she seemed to be the only one who was concerned about being discovered. Jack, Rob and Scarlett didn’t seem to be too bothered if they had to take off the masks and she had to ask herself what she was so worried about. It couldn’t be her family, relations were already seriously strained, and they didn’t have much time for her while she had no real interest in them. Maybe it would be the sudden fame or notoriety that would descend on them. It would bring a lot of unwanted attention and public scrutiny and that might stop them doing some of the things they could do now, she didn’t know. What she did know was, as Jack had pointed out, merchandising would explode because they could put her face and Scarlett’s face on everything and to a lesser degree, Jack and Rob’s.

Her plane was called for boarding and she found her seat and promptly fell asleep, oblivious to the men staring at her and her hot outfit from nearby seats. She collected her suitcase on landing at baggage reclaim, ignoring a bunch of young men on a stag who tried in vain to get her attention, and checked her WhatsApp. A person called Marlene would be waiting outside with her name on a card, Tasha. She imagined Mistress Tasha on a card would attract unwanted attention. Marlene would be her only contact from the club and the only person who would see her from the club organisation along with the general manager of the club. She also had her phone number in the event of any confusion at arrivals. She strode out passing numerous horny men who couldn’t take their eyes off her and spotted Marlene and her card straight away. This Marlene was hot. Tall with long wavy blonde hair, cheekbones to die for and full lips. She was thin but looked like she had a nice rack under her silk blouse from what Natasha could see.

“Tasha, hi I’m Marlene. It’s such an honour to meet you, I’m a huge fan,” and she gave her a peck on the cheek.

“Hi Marlene and thanks. Call me Natasha.”

They went out and found her car in the car park and drove directly to the club, parking in the underground car park. There was a private lift and they took that up to the second floor where it opened directly onto the apartment and it was indeed a luxury apartment, spacious, with lots of natural light, expensive modern furniture with even more expensive antiques. Natasha reckoned the couch alone was worth more than her house. Marlene showed her where her room was and they sat down in the kitchen for a bite to eat before Natasha had to take off for rehearsal. The gig was only five hours away. Marlene handed Natasha a document.

“What’s this?” she enquired.

“It’s the results of my blood test. As you can see I’m totally clean. No STDs or other problems,” and it took Natasha a moment to get up to speed.

“Ah, you’re doing the performance with me.”

“Yeah, is that okay?” and Natasha thought it was more than okay, Marlene was fucking hot.

“Of course, it’s just that I expected them to get a man, you’re much better looking than any man Marlene,” and she noticed she had made her blush.

Natasha went to get her own blood test and handed it over. It turned out that Marlene was a co-owner of the club and this was her apartment. Natasha was impressed by this girl, who she guessed was roughly her own age, she was a go-getter and had done well for herself.

“And I volunteered, and it was my idea to bring you over. I really am such a fan, I subscribed to your website a long time ago, your videos are so fucking hot.”

“Stop Marlene, you’ll make me blush,” she said, though she was secretly pleased.

Maybe Marlene could be her freebie. She had been expecting a man but this Dutch girl was really attractive and for all the lesbian videos on her site, Natasha had only ever really been with one woman, Scarlett.

“I love all the performers on the site, Blake, Beck and Trixie, she’s so hot and of course you, Mistress Tasha. I can’t believe you’re here in person.”

“Thanks for having me.”

Marlene told her the club had sold out both performances, 400 tickets a night. Her eyes went wide when taksim escort she told her they had been at least ten times oversubscribed on the website. She supposed she shouldn’t have been totally surprised as they were closing in on two million subscribers but still. Marlene also mentioned they had people coming from all over Europe and beyond. One couple had flown in from Brazil.

“No pressure then,” laughed Natasha but she was secretly pleased, if she was doing this then she wanted a full house and an enthusiastic and receptive audience.

It was time for rehearsal and she fetched her latex mask but didn’t bother changing her outfit. She had her routine down to a T and the rehearsal was really only to give the stage the once over and get familiar with her surroundings, the lighting system etc. She left her high heeled boots on as she would be doing the performance in high heels and needed to get a feel for the stage. They went into the corridor, out through a door on the right and down some metal stairs. Marlene unlocked the heavy security door using a key card and they entered the club into what looked like the backstage area to Natasha. She had her latex mask on and Marlene led her out onto the stage and she checked the club out. Money had been put into this club, she could tell by the fixtures and fittings, there was nothing plastic or cheap looking here. She liked the stage, plenty of space but not too big and they had moved the pole to the front of the stage as requested, roughly a metre from the edge.

She was introduced to Daan, Marlene’s co-owner, a 35ish sharp dressed man with an expensive haircut who seemed nice enough. She then had a chat with the lighting engineer and they went through the lighting arrangement for her performance. She next spoke to the DJ stroke MC about the music she wanted and she handed him a copy of Jack’s introduction which she wanted read out before she came on stage. Everyone took their places, the MC threw on the music, the lights kicked in and she ran through her routine at half gas, more interested in getting a feel for everything.

Marlene came to the edge of the stage as she finished her performance and she threw a thigh boot over one shoulder and they simulated oral sex and laughed at how they had to repeat the leg over the shoulder part a few times to get the timing right. Natasha enjoyed having Marlene’s face in her crotch and she had the impression Marlene liked having it there. They did two more full run throughs and Natasha pronounced herself satisfied. Only an hour until showtime and Daan announced they were opening the club and they went back upstairs to get ready.

Natasha went for a shower and wrapped in a towel, she was on her way back to the bedroom when she passed Marlene’s room and caught a glimpse of her topless and noted she did indeed have a nice rack. They were firm looking tits, roughly the same size as hers, perched high on her chest. Great looking tits and that was just a glimpse. She dried herself off, did her makeup and wriggled into her skin tight shiny black PVC catsuit, loving how it hugged her ass as usual, how it hugged her body in all the right places. She pulled the boots and gloves Roxanne had ever so kindly given her out of her bag. These boots were so hot. Shiny, tight, red PVC boots that stopped about four inches from her crotch with five inch stiletto heels. She put her foot into the right boot and pulled the zip up the endless boot loving how it followed the contours of her leg, hugging it tightly and how the top of the boot gripped her thigh, giving her support when she walked.

She got the other boot on in double quick time, pulled on the shiny red PVC gloves that almost came up to her shoulders, turned to look in the mirror and gasped. The contrast between the black PVC catsuit and the vivid red boots and gloves was fantastic. She looked like sex on legs. She got her long black hair into a ponytail and slipped it through the hole at the top of her latex mask before pulling the mask down over her face. She walked out of her room and stopped dead when she saw Marlene. She looked fantastic too. She also had a gleaming black skin tight PVC catsuit on with long shiny gloves and black stretch patent leather thigh high platform boots with a four inch heel. She’d put on some alluring eye shadow and red lipstick on her full lips.

“You look fabulous,” they both said at the same time and laughed.

It was time to go and Marlene led the way, their high boot heels clattering on the metal steps as they went back down the stairs. Natasha was soon waiting in the wings, her heart beating strongly with excitement, as the DJ went into the introduction.

“Ladies and gentlemen, you may have seen this beautiful and sexy woman on the internet but you’re going to see her for the first time in the flesh tonight. This woman is the stuff that dreams, wet dreams are made of. Prepare to have your minds blown. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, the one, the only Mistress Tasha,” and Natasha took a deep breath as rapturous applause echoed around the club and her dance tune kicked mecidiyeköy escort off.

She strode onto the stage in her hot outfit and high heels and gave the audience an incredibly sexy and energetic ten minute dance that probably did blow some minds and definitely got every dick in the club rock hard. She didn’t put a foot wrong as she moved smoothly through her updated routine and she was nearing the end with her long crotch zip down, dancing and wanking, wanking and dancing when Marlene approached the edge of the stage and got on one knee. Marlene began to eat her out and Natasha’s shrieks and moans of pleasure were genuine. She had worked herself into a high state of arousal with her routine and her pussy was sopping wet. She threw a gleaming thigh boot over Marlene’s shoulder and reached back to hold onto the pole with her glossy gloves, her full breasts straining against the PVC material, her pierced nipples clearly outlined.

“Aaahhhhh, fuck yeah,” she moaned loudly to the audience’s approval as Marlene’s energetic tongue licked, flicked and darted here and there and everywhere.

“Aaahhhh, yeah. That’s it, that’s it.”

Marlene was paying particular attention to her clit, licking it, flicking it, taking it in her mouth and alternately sucking it and gently nibbling it and Natasha felt a huge orgasm gathering and growing inside her.

“Yes, yes, I’m coming oh yeah, aaaaaahhhhhh.”

And with a loud sexy scream, she came on Marlene’s face. They held the position as thunderous applause echoed around the club. Natasha got her breath back under control and took her booted leg off Marlene’s shoulder and the Dutch girl joined her on stage for a moment to take a bow before leaving Natasha on her own to drink in the applause. The whistling and cheering seemed to go on for ages but finally she could go and get cleaned up.

Daan came backstage to remind her they had set up a little area, as previously agreed, to sign posters for the fans, take selfies with them and generally meet and greet the fans because that’s what they were, fans. Her fans! She hadn’t realised the depth of feeling there was for her, these people loved her. Just looking at comments or emails didn’t give any real idea of how people felt, how much they loved the site and how excited they were to meet her.

A long line of people dressed in fetish wear told her how much they loved her, some people were even trembling a little when she gave them a kiss. She was surprised but happy at the significant number of women present who told her she had changed their lives, opened their minds to new experiences and new possibilities. They asked about Trixie, Blake and Beck and it was two hours before she hugged the last ecstatic fan and could finally escape into the VIP section, have a drink and relax. Marlene joined her, kissed her full on the lips and then they kissed passionately and hands were starting to fly everywhere. Daan came over and laughing suggested they get a room, a private room, and Marlene led her by the hand down a corridor and into a plain room with a bed and locked the door.

“I was in heaven licking you out Natasha.”

“You were wonderful Marlene, I had a huge orgasm.”

“I have desired you since the first time I saw you on your website, you are so fucking hot.”

“You’re pretty hot yourself Marlene,” laughed Natasha.

“You know and I know that tonight we will fuck Natasha, but there is something you need to know first.”

“I have to tell you that I’m incredibly attracted to you,” and this was music to Natasha’s ears.

Marlene had already licked her out and made her come hard, now she would get to do the same. She was looking forward to getting intimate with her right then as well as later that night.

“I was not born a natural woman,” said Marlene, a little smile playing on her lips.

“What do you mean?” asked Natasha, and then realisation dawned on her.

“And I’m not fully a woman.”

“No fucking way!” and she had to know so she took a step forward and put her gloved hand on Marlene’s crotch.

Yes, there was no doubt. She could feel her cock under her skin tight catsuit and it was growing. And then she had to see it and she looked Marlene in the eye and pulled the zip at the front of her crotch up and a rapidly hardening dick appeared. It was so fucking erotic. This drop dead gorgeous woman had a dick. Natasha stroked it with her shiny red gloved hand and looked again at Marlene who was smiling and now she had to have it in her mouth. She dropped to her knees and clamped her lips on the cock which was about average length. Natasha was so turned on. She had her hands on Marlene’s gleaming long boots just above the knees and her tool deep in her mouth.

She glanced at the mirror and what she saw was so fucking erotic, she nearly came. She was on her knees in her skin tight shiny black catsuit and contrasting ultra long red high heeled boots and glossy red gloves while she was blowing a beautiful woman. She was blowing a cock while the person standing in front of her was wearing a skin tight catsuit, long black PVC gloves and gleaming thigh high platform boots. It was too damn sexy. She looked up at Marlene who had thrown her head back, an expression of pure pleasure on her face and her breathing quickened. And she couldn’t see any trace of an Adam’s apple.

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