Lani's Initiation

by Danielle Richards

  Chapter Twenty

  Ms. Baxter drove the four of us in her car, making only one brief stop at a lei stand on Maunakea Street to pick up the rest of my outfit. It was a beautiful thick haku lei that was mostly leaves and a few subtle flowers. She tied it on my head and we were set to go.

  As we pulled up in front of the club the car was nearly jumping from the five pounding hearts in the car. You could cut the tension with an ax. We had been fine getting ready, we had been fine teasing each other, and been fine driving down. Now that we were pulling up to the valet parking guy, we were hit by the fact that within a few seconds we were going to be among other people. A lot of other people and we were going to know some of them.

  Jen and Ms. Baxter stepped out of the front seats first and were greeted by a few hoots from the guys standing around in front of the club. Jen started to lean back into the car.

  "No you don't Jen. We are here to stun, and baby you are off to a good start," prodded Ms. Baxter.

  "O.K. Ms. Baxter, I just sort of lost my nerve for a second there."

  "God damn it, Jen. I told you it's Linda here tonight. This ain't the realm of Ms. Baxter now, is it?" she said as she stepped from the car, jacket hanging open from one button, skirt hiked right up from driving and flipped the keys to a valet parking guy who looked on in awe.

  "Hey fella, where's my parking stub?" Ms. Baxter asked the boy, who was just standing there.

  "Uh, well, you won't need one lady. No way I am forgetting you." He smiled gaining some quick composure.

  The three of us in the back seat hesitated a second. Suddenly an emboldened Billy turned to me with a wicked grin on her face and said, "Let's go with the leash thing for a bit and be so fucking outrageous that no one will have the nerve to even approach us. Especially you, our naked female sacrifice."

  As I nodded a weak agreement, she quickly buckled a small leather collar around my neck and clipped it to the end of a leash. Chris stepped out on the sidewalk first, followed by Billy pulling me out on the leash. Rather than the catcalls and hoots we expected, it got suddenly real quiet. Then about twenty seconds later as we moved toward the line at the door it began. They were talking about us and calling out in amazement, but not talking to us.

  "Come on girls, we ain't waiting in no line. I know the guys who run this dump. Follow me." And we obediently followed Ms. Baxter around to the side entrance of the building.

  I was awkward on the leash, and really didn't care all that much for it. But I noticed that I didn't feel responsible for myself. None of this was my fault. God we must have been quite a sight!

  As 'Linda' opened the door, we were immediately confronted by a mountain of a man who swung to face us as we were hit by the light and blast of sound coming from inside. "Hold it man, nobody comes in here. Back to the line in front! Oh, it's you Linda. Sorry babe," and he gave her a bone-crushing hug. "Nice outfit darling. You are such a killer. Let me see the girls. Shit! Wow, they look too hot. You keep bringing stuff like this to the club and I'll be busy all night busting up fights. Well, let me get to know these fine ladies and I'll watch out for 'em as best I can."

  "O.K., Maka. Well this is Jen, Lani, Billy her keeper for the night, and Chris. You remember Jen, Chris and Billy don't you?"

  "Sure do, Linda. But the one on the leash, Lani was it? She's a new one isn't she? Better keep her on the leash," he said with a big loud laugh, "I can see being real busy trying to keep track of her. I'll be keeping my eyes open. Linda and I go way back and any friend of hers is a friend of mine. Now go party ladies. But, no drinking, I don't want this place closed up. We're making too much money for that. You don't want to be responsible for your uncle Maka going on welfare do you?" Again the huge grin.

  "Don't worry about Lani, Maka. I got it all set. Did Bill tell you about the cross?" Ms. Baxter asked.

  "Yeah, that for you guys, is it? Should have figured when I saw you. You going to like it," Maka smiled pointing to the center of the club. "We got it hanging above the dance floor. It will come down and then we can put it as high or low as you like."

  "Wonderful. Tell the boys that when I give the signal in about an hour to lower it all the way to the floor. Then when we get Lani on it, Billy here will signal and they can raise it so that Lani can be seen from everywhere."

  "O.K. got it. How long you going to leave her up there?" he asked casually, like it was no big thing to hang a girl from a cross in the middle of the dance floor.

  "We will try for closing, about four hours. That should be great."

  Reassured of our 'insurance policy' we waded into the club with a sense of confidence that matched our outfits. This was going to be fun.

  The club was the expected sea of noise and people in search of one another. Same scene as anywhere, anytime. Couples were dancing, and groping with one another as the hunters lined the wall, male and female looking for the one person that was perfect for them, or sometimes just any person. A new world band, the 'Tall Blond Pigmies' was trying hard to pump out some rocking Raggie and Jawaiian tunes, and were making up for lack of style and talent with great amplification. All in all, not bad.

  It was cool as Billy led me through the crowd. The guys and the women were taking a good look at her and Jen at her side, when they caught sight of the leash and shifted their gaze to me. You could see the eyes follow the leash to the collar and then sort of survey the whole 'package.' The men's eyes ended up either staring at the pareo that was obviously see-through with nothing underneath but me, or just transfixed by my tits.

  "This must be how Moses felt when he parted the Red Sea," said Billy as she felt the crowd part before her and clear a way for us to pass. "Do you see the way they are looking at us? Linda, will be happy with us I think. All the boys and a couple of the girls want us real bad!"

  I caught Ms. Baxter in the corner of my eye coming across the room towards me. She waved for me to come over as she approached.

  Once I had pushed my way over to her, she led me up the stairs to the middle landing and stopped. "Lani, do you remember my friend Bill?"

  For the first time in an hour I could more or less hear what was being said to me. "Sure, from the beach the other day, right?"

  "Yes dear. He wants to talk to us. Do you mind?"

  "Should I?"

  "No, he is just going to offer you an opportunity to continue to grow in this scene and well, you are going to find out a bit more about the girls and me, and I'm not too sure how you will take it at first."

  "What's the big deal? I think we have learned a lot about each other this past week." With that I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her to me and gave her a deep, long kiss. I moved my hand inside her jacket and cupped her breast for a moment before pinching her nipple between my fingernails. She moaned and pulled back ever so little. Our eyes locked and I could read the lust in them, but she pulled herself together and smiled ruefully. "Let's see what Bill wants."

  As we stepped into the dark paneled office with a beautiful desk and rich brown leather chairs and couch, my confidence began to shrink. To my surprise, Bill was dressed like a banker in a sharp olive suit that looked like those Armani jobs I see in the mall and on big shots on Bishop Street. He looked good. Really good. I couldn't help but think that it was amazing how clothes do indeed make the man, and how true this was for Bill compared to how he looked on the beach. I laughed to myself as I reflected on the idea that if clothes make the woman, my outfit told more about me than his did about him. I surprised myself by liking the idea. With this my confidence seemed to be coming slowly back.

  Bill stepped from behind the desk to greet us. He was polite and business like until he planted a very warm kiss on Linda.

  "Do I taste Lani?" he asked.

  "Yes" Linda said proudly.

  "Need a bit of coaxing to come see me?"

  "No, just wan
ted to taste her sweetness."

  "Me too," he said running his eyes over me lustfully.

  To my surprise, I took a bold stance, feet apart, hands on hips and began to give the impression that I wanted to undress him with my eyes. Having seen him on the beach, I knew what was under his suit was not all that great, but he was very attractive in ways other than purely physical.

  "Well, well," he said clearing his throat and casting a quick glance at Ms. Baxter, "my mind seems to be straying into dangerous territory. Please, Lani, sit down and let's talk. Linda tells me that you have had quite an exciting week. She says that she has never seen anyone take so quickly and fully to this type of pleasurable play. How do you feel about all this?"

  I moved over and sat down on the leather couch, it was cool against my skin but it cleared my head and slowly, a bit hesitantly at first, I told him and Ms. Baxter how I had discovered the inter-linking nature of pain and pleasure. And also the inter-linking of the pleasures of being whipped and wielding the whip.

  "So," Bill asked thoughtfully when I had finished, looking not at me but at Ms. Baxter, "how do you see your future in this regard?"

  "I guess I'll be like my Mom, and work this into a full life."

  "So, you want to do it again, if I understand you?"

  "Of course! I can't imagine not doing it again."

  "How often?" shot in Ms. Baxter.

  "Well, I haven't given that any thought. Maybe pretty often I guess as long as I continue to love it as I do. After all, our little club will meet three or four times a year you tell me."

  "Yes, that's correct. But you must realize that you will not be initiated each time. What you experienced this time was far more intense that what you can expect each time. Will you be satisfied?" Linda said with a tone of voice that expected the answer to be 'no.'

  I knew that again she knew me all too well. "No, probably not. Maybe if I am a bad girl, I can get punished more often or harder when I do, if that's what I need."

  Again, Bill leaned forward to talk to me in his coaxing and gentle way, "So, you're telling me that you think more than three or four times a year are probably what you want? Like how many do you think?"

  "What exactly are you guys after here? I've been straight with you, how about returning the favor." I could hear the aggravation in my own voice.

  "Calm down Baby. We just didn't know exactly how to broach this with you," Linda almost pleaded.

  "O.K., Lani, straight up, businesslike," said Bill as he assumed the posture of a bank manager. "If you are interested, Linda and I can arrange for you to have as many adventures in this S&M world of ours as you would like. You are a rare and wonderful thing. You are an exquisitely beautiful women. Everything about you is exciting and exotic. Your face, your hair, your color, your body, your spirit, your strength and athleticism, and your sexual energy and freedom are just extraordinary. If you crave the excitement of this play, if you want variety, then we can offer you what you want."

  "Go, on, you got me interested."

  Bill told me that the world was full of rich people who enjoyed our sort of play and they could match me up with anyone I wanted. And I would be paid.

  "I get paid to fuck? Is that it?"

  "Yes and no," said Bill. " Fucking will be entirely up to you"

  "Well fuck you!" I shouted jumping to my feet. I couldn't believe I was hearing this. "You want me to be your whore. You fuckers, I love this, it is a part of me now and you want to turn it into something dirty. I love to fuck too, you know that Ms. Baxter. But I'm not going to be your whore or anybody else's."

  "No, no, Baby." Linda said springing to embrace me as I shook her off. "It's not like that. You pick. You do only who, what, where and when you like."

  "Sure!"

  "No really. You can do it for free if you want. But think about this. Last year I got over 32,000 dollars for only about 25 days of fun and excitement. It can make a real difference in what you can do and what you can be later in life."

  "Yeah, I'm not judging you, and you know I love you. It's I just don't want to charge. You can charge for setting up the meetings, that's fair and doesn't bother me. But, I just don't want to be paid."

  "How do you feel about gifts? I mean, if someone wants to reward you with a gift in appreciation or admiration for a wonderful time, how would you feel about that? Would you take it?" Bill asked.

  "Well, I guess so. As long as it was what they wanted to do, and small, and not something they felt they had to do, like throwing money on the bed as they leave their whore on the way out the door."

  "Fair enough."

  "O.K." I said, calming down now I understood a bit more. Once money was out of the way, the lure of sex and S&M was back in charge. "If that's understood when can I get started?"

  Linda took the lead from Bill at this point. "We don't have anything specific in mind right now, but I'm sure we can get you something anytime you want. Why not start with something real modest on the local level and take it from there."

  "I got the whole summer in front of me. Maybe I can do something every couple of weeks for a day or so, or maybe even a whole week."

  "Yes indeed," said Bill with a broad smile crossing his face. "In fact, since you are so enthusiastic, I think there will be somebody in the private part of the club that I'd like to introduce you to later tonight. He is a good and long time friend of mine. He lives in Honolulu about half the time and Tokyo the other half of the time. He is a developer and financier. We share your interests and he asked me to see if I could get someone to come out to his place this coming Wednesday for a little entertainment and play. What he has in mind is the entertainment of a friend of his with whom he plans to close a very large development deal. He thinks a bit of a diversion will relax the atmosphere and make reaching closure easier. You game to meet him when he comes in tonight?" Bill asked straightening his tie.

  "Sure, I guess."

  "You forget, Lani dear," Ms. Baxter corrected me, "you have a date with a cross in the dance area first. This will give you about three to four hours or more to think it over. It will also give Bill's friend a chance to fall totally in love with you before you meet. Say goodbye to Bill and come with me now. It's time for you to see what it's like to be crucified."

  "You ever done it?" I asked honestly.

  "Yes. Twice. It's really something. Full of all sorts of feeling-physical, emotional. I'd kind of like to take your place tonight in fact," Ms. Baxter said to my surprise.

  "Why don't you then?" I said half kidding.

  "Don't tempt me. I'm awfully hot at this moment."

  Then struck by an incredibly sexy image in my mind I just blurted out, "Linda, the cross hangs from the ceiling right? Well if it has two sides, why not two women?"

  She stared at be blankly for about two or three seconds and then gave me a huge crushing hug.

  "Bill, Bill! Come here, we are going to need your help."

  Chapter Twenty One

  After conferring with Linda for a couple of minutes, Bill left and moments later we heard the DJ make an announcement that for the pleasure of the club's patrons a most unusual and exciting event was about to take place, that being the double ritual crucifixion of two women. He noted that while this was merely a re-enactment for entertainment purposes, the situation of those being crucified was indeed quite real. I listened intently with a strange detachment, knowing that I was one of the two women he was talking about. The excitement in me was building like steam in a huge boiler.

  "O.K. Linda, we got it ready," said Bill coming back into his office. "Are you quite sure that you want to do this?"

  "Not really, Bill. But I just heard the announcement. If I back out now, where do you get the second girl?"

  "Look, Ms. Baxter, you don't have to do this for me. It was only an idea. Or, maybe we can get Je
n to do it. I'd bet she would love it," I argued trying to save the situation.

  "No Lani, I want to do it, really. But you have to admit it is scary. This will be my third time, but that still makes it very scary. In fact, maybe that's why I am more afraid of it than you. I know what to expect. But to tell you the truth, I rather love the idea of being up there with you."

  Without any further words, Ms. Baxter slipped off her coat and skirt, standing there in a pale yellow pair of microscopic lace g-string panties that were absolutely exquisite in their design, detail and fit.

  "Let's go. And remember Bill, no matter what, don't let either of us down until four a.m., and don't forget to have Billy give the whipping to Lani here about 2:30. So, that's it." As Ms. Baxter moved toward the door Bill grabbed her arm and motioned for her to wait a moment. He went over to the cabinet that was behind the bar in his office and opening the door took out one of the three ornate masks that hung in it. He handed the whole head affair to Ms. Baxter. It was a sort of half bird, half woman sort of thing with an exotic combination of auburn hair and yellow and brown feathers and a pale face that went down to the mouth.

  "I think you should wear this, Linda," Bill said. "Some of that crowd may know you from school and a picture of the head of the English Department of the august Pali School may be difficult to explain to the Board of Trustees."

  "Not to some of them," she said with a chuckle and a smirk that could only suggest that at least one of those guys had some experience with our Ms. Baxter that was not in English literature. "But, the mask is probably a good idea nevertheless." She reached for the mask and slipped it on over her head. "Well, Lani, how do I look?"

  "Odd, and rather exotic," was all I could think to say.

  "Not exactly a wildly enthusiastic review, but it will do."

  The phone rang and Bill reached to pick it up. "O.K., O.K. make the announcement. We will be right down."

  We were led across the dance floor with our hands cuffed behind our backs. Walking head up, and proud, this was indeed an incredible trip for an exhibitionist such as me. I began to let my mind drift to a state where this was real. I was a prisoner being led to the cross to be crucified before this hungry, horny and angry mob. I was beginning to feel a real fear and a rush of excitement as I was taken over to the cross. I knew, without looking back that Ms. Baxter was about three paces behind me.