Date: Mon, 10 Mar 2003 14:31:17 +0000
From: jim dsgsadgf <prez_vu@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dark_Fantasy Part 5

You awaken to the harsh white light of the hospital, rubbing the sleep from 
your eyes; your body is still exhausted from the morning before with the 
Asian student nurse. Getting up you stretch your back hearing your vertebrae 
crack and pop as your muscles loosen and stretch, satisfied you get up, 
slipping off your hospital gown and looking inside your locker beside your 
bed in hope to find something more suitable. You find a short black tank top 
and a pair of faded denim shorts; unfortunately you can see no bra or 
underwear. Unfazed you slip on these rather tiny items of clothing and 
search through the remainder of the locker; in it you find your purse, which 
is pretty empty except for a credit card and a business card. You take a 
closer look at the business card. On closer inspection you discover that the 
business card is not really that of a business but of a nightclub. You turn 
over the card in hope to find a clue on the meaning of this, and find a name 
scrawled rather quickly on the bottom corner of the card, Janine. You rack 
your memory in hope to find some meaning of the name but come up with a 
blank. Determined to try and find out whom this mysterious person is in hope 
to find more about yourself you pack your meagre belongings and leave the 
hospital. Strangely you don't encounter anyone on the way out.
9pm Later that night...
After spending the whole day asking around about the nightclub as displayed 
on the business card, you discover that is in actual fact a very expensive 
nightclub that is open to exclusive members or a pretty hefty entrance fee. 
Its name is subversion, and is in essentiality a bondage/perversion club. 
Armed with your credit card, you go shopping; settling for a full-length cat 
suit made from PVC. The suit is so tight you need to cover yourself in a 
thin layer of talcum powder to get into and out of the suit. You finish off 
your attire with knee length 8-inch stiletto boots, a pair of gloves that 
suitably blend in with your outfit, a cat of nine tails whip and a facemask 
that only covers your eyes. The kind that people wear on Mystery River 
cruises in order that people don't know who is who. Looking in the mirror, 
you are almost shocked at who you see, before realising that it is in actual 
fact just a reflection. Pleased that you have the dominatrix look down pack, 
you set off to find this elusive nightclub. You find the club nestled in the 
upper class suburbs of the rich and famous, the nightclub standing alone, 
stands proud and erect, alone, at the top of the food chain. Two large beefy 
bouncers stand at the doorway wearing gimp masks as if to confirm their 
dominant status. They let you into the club, without asking for any entrance 
fee, identification or questions. Looking around, you have no idea where to 
go so you take a few turns left and a few turns right, ahead of you in the 
dark you see a sliver of light behind a curtain. Opening the curtain you 
find yourself on stage by yourself, in front of you are hundreds of people, 
looking at you as if in expectation that you would appear.
"We'll start the bidding at $1000," A midget with a loudspeaker says.
"$1500" A man wearing a gimp mask replies.
"$2000" A woman wearing a nurse's outfit counters. You catch the woman's eye 
and she grins at you, cheekily as if she knows you.
"$2050" The man replies, obviously getting abit desperate in relation to his 
limited funds.
"$5000" The woman nurse counters almost immediately, obviously she has lots 
of money that she doesn't mind splashing. The man in the gimp mask steps 
down; he obviously does not have the kind of money to compete with the woman 
nurse.
"$5000 dollars going once.....twice.........S-O-L-D! To the ravishing 
brunette in the nurses outfit." The midget climbs up on stage and leads you 
off to your new owner for the night. The woman in the nurse's outfit waits 
at the bottom of the stairwell awaiting your arrival. Upon reaching the base 
of the stairwell the woman in the nurse's outfit gives you a peck on the 
cheek.
"Ms Lindemulder is awaiting for your arrival, she was very excited to hear 
of your arrival back here, it has been a long time indeed. She made it quite 
clear to me that there was no limit to how much it would cost her in order 
to enjoy your company for the night." The nurse said this with a smile, her 
lips curling back to a cheeky grin.
"Excuse me, but what exactly happened back there? What was all the bidding 
about? I am looking for a person by the name of Janine, do you know her?" 
you ask, before things desperately spiral out of control.
"That back there, was what the club likes to call a slave trade, where the 
people go on stage and the audience bids on them, the person with the 
highest bid 'owns' the person for the night. Of course it is entirely up to 
the slave to decide if they actually want to stay with the bidder for the 
night or not, this is after all a free country. The person whom you seek, 
Janine, is in fact the person who just blew $5000 to obtain you for the 
night, Ms Lindemulder."
The nurse knocks on the door of a private room, situated upstairs away from 
the dance floor. A voice inside replies "Come on in" The voice sounds sultry 
and exotic with a hint of an accent which you can't seem to pinpoint.

To Be Continued...