Wonderland Club

Tags: First Person, Cheshire, Wonderland, Lewd, Mind Fuck, Jabberwock, Mad Hatter

 

    I walked along main street, listening to the sounds of the footsteps and voices around me. Light conversation filled the winter air, as couples walked in the snowy eve. To the left, a wurm was princess carrying her lover, to the right, a hellhound holding a leash. I liked being alone on nights like these, to sit and watch what everyone else did. The snow dusted everything it touched, leaving a light layer over my jacket and hair. The Yuki-Onna behind me was surrounded in a blizzard, clinging to her man as he held her close. I walked alone, set apart from these pairs on my own.

    Ahead of me a Cheshire bounced along merrily, an outlier among the crowd like myself. Her hair seemed to shimmer with every flake that landed on it, a deep iridescent purple that danced in the moonlight,  as her tail curled around the bottom of her coat, keeping her warm against the night air. I traced my eyes over her legs, watching each curve and motion brought about by her steps. It was hypnotizing, her rear bouncing up and down as happily as she did. My vision climbed higher, her coat hugging around her waist to accentuate her magnificent hips, her arms clasped behind her as she walked down the road. Her hair fell over her shoulders like a waterfall, cascading down her back in such beautiful lines. She was shorter than me, if just by a bit.

    I was drawn to her, as if in a spell. I had to follow her, at least to see her face. If I could see her face, the night could end well. I felt as though I wouldn’t be complete until I did. I was lost in her, captivated by the way she walked, by the tune she hummed, a light voice that seemed to bounce off each flake. She filled my head with her intoxicating sound, I was drunk upon her. My feet moved robotically, falling in line behind her as she turned off the street and into the alley to the right. I blinked, confused as I turned too, her figure nowhere to be seen.

    At the end of the of the alley was a door, magnificently colored in a deep purple, akin to the hair of the Cheshire. The sign above was shimmering in the moonlight, twisting and turning as if laughing. It read, Wonderland Club. She had turned down this alley, so she must have gone there. There were no dumpsters to hide behind, no shadows to consume her. I had to go in, if only to see if she was there. I needed to see her, to talk to her and listen to her voice. Once more my legs moved on their own, drawn to the door at the end of the world. 

    I blinked rapidly as a Jabberwock stepped out from the wall, opening the door slowly, bowing low. “After you Master, the Mistress is waiting.”

    I nodded slowly, accepting the fact that she had materialized from the brick and mortar, yet seemed to be corporeal and yes here. I had no further time to think as my feet carried me further inward, drawn by some unknown force. My hands reached out to my sides, as I ran my fingertips along the walls. The soft black velvet that padded them set my fingers tingling, as though touched by a Kejourou.

The hallway seemed to go on forever, the crisscrossing floor patterns repeating over and over and over. My eyes were watering, I hadn’t blinked since I stepped through the door. I couldn’t remember how to blink, my muscle felt like stone, set in place to dry. I willed my eyelids to move, the darkness overwhelming and suffocating. It was terrifying, dark and real. I opened my eyes again, to the sight of a wide room. The black velvet walls melded with the purple floors and ceiling, as if trading colors between each other. To my right set into the wall was a bar, lit with deep blue lights, the bartender’s hat outlined by the shadows and lights dance.

    The rest of the room was seemingly empty, though I could only think that it was hiding something. I stepped forward, suddenly aware of my feet once more, as I walked towards the bar. I moved slowly, time seeming to stretch before me, then suddenly snapping back into place as I sat down. The clock above the bar was spinning in circles, changing directions as if it had a mind of it’s own. The bartender turned, the tails of her jacket spinning in the air lazily.

    “Hello Master, nice to see you’re back from your walk. Did you find the mistress out there? She went looking for you.”

    I nodded, setting my hands up on the bar. “Yes I saw her, and she looked as magnificent as ever.” This felt so alien, yet so correct. My mouth was moving on it’s own, speaking as if another person. Did I know that Cheshire? I couldn’t have, I’d remember someone so beautiful.

    “Why are you calling me master?” I asked.

    The Hatter behind the bar turned, laughing. She had been facing me before, yet here she was turning again. Once more her coat lazed through the air, catching the light of the bar. The two clocks above the bar seemed to shrink and grow as she talked. “Are you telling one of your jokes again Master? You own this place of course. Wonderland Club was your idea.”

    I nodded again, my coat having hung itself on the rack to my side, the drink in my hand sparkling brilliantly as though a spotlight shone directly on it. The Jabberwock from outside sat down on the stool next to me, the three clocks above reading eleven past midnight. Or was it twelve past eleven. Maybe it was finally thirteen and we could open the doors.

    The Jabberwock poked the bartender, causing her to turn in a fluster, her jacket spinning through the lights once more. “What is it now Annett, why aren’t you watching the door?”

    Annett finished her drink, adding the empty glass to the pile next to me, as one of the four clocks dripped its hands into the sink behind the hatter. “It’s cold out, and the Mistress said she wanted to give the Master a private show, so I just locked up.”

The Hatter seemed to accept this reasoning, as she looked up at the six clocks, mouthing the numbers denoted by the hands. “Its finally thirteen! Go to your seat Master!” The bartender and Anett pushed me towards the chair in the center of the room, directly in front of the stage.

    I gazed at the walls and floors as my feet carried me there, stepping over the mountains and valleys that littered the floor. I sat down in my chair, the cushions accepting my familiar weight, as the lights dimmed around me, the bar so far away now. Across from me, the curtains in the center of the stage opened, showcasing a massive clock, whose hands slowly ticked towards thirteen. The clock face seemed to liquify, spreading across the floor and gently rocking my chair.

As if on cue, the Cheshire from earlier stepped onto the stage, looking into my eyes and my very thoughts. Her voice was soft and comforting, like the walls of my club. “Hello sweetheart, did you enjoy your walk?”

    I nodded slowly, eating up her image as I looked over her body. Her legs were shapely, accented by the checkered stockings she wore, the deep purples and black contrasting with her milk white skin. Her hips were luscious, firm yet full as she strode across the stage. Her skirt swished lazily through the air, revealing glimpses of her crotch as she walked even closer. My eyes moved higher, caught on her breasts, they themselves caught in her corset. She lowered her face in front of mine, her amethyst eyes sparkling brilliantly. Slowly, she smiled more and more, her grin growing as the room shrank, etching her shapely body, her very existence into my brain. How could I have forgotten my lovely kitty, my sweet Caitlin.

    “Are you ready darling?” she asked as she rubbed my face, her paws soft to the touch, her tail curling over my leg as she climbed into my lap.

    I nodded slowly, speechless as she walked towards me from the back of the stage, my leg and face still tingling. Slowly, she leaned towards me, exposing her cleavage even more, a lecherous smile crossing her face. She reached behind herself, lifting one leg then another as she slowly undressed. Her panties landed in my lap, warm and slightly damp. I could feel myself becoming aroused as she turned around, grinning lewdly, her tail lifting up her skirt and revealing her rear.

    I blinked, the dark walls closing in for a moment as the darkness obscured my vision. When my eyes opened, Caitlin was crawling across the stage, her body freed from the constraints of her clothes, her tail flicking in the air like the hand of a clock. The grin on her face had only grown, seemingly stretching from one ear to another, the mirrors on the walls reflecting back her leering, lewd face in every angle possible. The seven clocks on the ceiling collapsed on themselves, rose petals and a flowery fragrance drifting from their ruins.

    The bed I was laying on was soft, covered in the petals, the air caressing my naked form as Caitlin crawled towards me. My clothes and the chair I was sitting in were across the room, the bar and the stage nowhere to be seen. My thoughts returned to the present as her tail wrapped itself around my length, the soft fur feeling heavenly as she gently flicked it up and down. Her grin was smug, as she sat atop me, the warmth and wetness of her crotch spreading over my chest, her tail still caressing my member.

    I closed my eyes, lost in the pleasure of her touch, her grin etched behind my eyelids, her voice cooing in my ears. “A private show, just for you darling. This is your club after all.” I opened my eyes, Caitlin bobbing her head up and down between my legs as Anett and The Hatter watched from the chairs below the stage, the eight clocks above them bouncing with the motion of the Cheshire’s head.  

    “Her technique has gotten much better since we started don’t you think?” The Hatter from before said this, twirling rapidly behind the bar, her coat a shimmering mirage.

    I looked to Anett, who nodded glumly, her head resting on one hand as the other moved slowly between her legs. “Of course it has, she’s never not playing with the Master. They’ve been doing this forever.”

    The nine clocks on the wall shifted their shape, twisting and turning to spell out forever. Of course we’d been doing this forever. This was my club, and Caitlin was my lover. We had always been together, as long as I could remember, and I loved every moment. I couldn’t bear the thought of being without her. I thought all this as I ran my hand through her hair, twisting and pinching her ears lightly as she moaned around my length, the vibrations sending my head spinning.

    I blinked again, opening my eyes I was greeted by Caitlin’s breasts bouncing in time with her as she rode me. Her moans were soft, smooth like the wine my bartender made. I reached up slowly, holding her mounds of soft flesh in my hands, prompting a fresh bout of moans. I looked down from the ceiling I sat on, the ten clocks on the floor looking like a massive grin, as Anett growled lowly, her eyes closed as she moved her hand faster.

    The Hatter behind the bar...her name was Natalie wasn’t it. My memory had been going lately it seemed. Natalie was laughing lowly, spinning furiously as she filled drink after drink, a rainbow of colors and fluids sloshing across the ocean behind the bar. I looked back to Caitlin’s face, who grinned into my soul, a wet smacking sound emanating from our loins. She was so tight it felt like my whole body was being hugged, her warmth overwhelming hot that I need to dance. I moved with her, following the instructions of the eleven clocks that formed word after word.

    The sign on the wall reading Wonderland Club started smiling, our hours posted below. Open forever. Of course we were, that’s the only good business method. Caitlin taught me that. I looked back to my darling, her position having changed. She rode me still, yet had reversed. She had her hands on my ankles as she bounced greedily, looking back at me smugly, her grin growing my lecherous by the moment as she mockingly opened her mouth in an O.

    I watched her hips and rear, hypnotized as my length vanished and appeared repeatedly from inside her, her fluids dripping out from her entrance and down the length of my member. Anett was on the wall, moaning and growling lowly as Natalie was buried between her legs, her coat shimmering and shining. The twelve clocks on her back spelling finish.

    The clock above the bar finally hit thirteen, as I pushed inside Caitlin. She was beneath me on the floor, her smug grin gone, nothing left but a weak drooling smile, her paws opening and closing against my chest as her legs wrapped around my waist. I pushed yet again, harder and deeper as a feeling welled up in my chest, then to my stomach and finally my waist, finishing inside of her sweet warmth. Her moans turned to screams of ecstasy, mixing with Anett and Natalie’s moans, who were a ball of movement on the stage.

Caitlin collapsed atop me, her chest heaving in tandem with mine as drool pooled from the corner of her mouth, her grin slowly returning. “We have to open soon lovely, we do run a business remember.”

    Of course I remembered, I owned the Wonderland Club, and Caitlin owned me. We stepped onto the stage together, her arm wrapped in mine as we danced for our patrons, Natalie behind the bar spinning in time, Anett standing stone still by the door, her arms crossed, but a smile playing over her features. I had been here in the snowy night forever, and here I would remain, lost in the curves of the Cheshire ahead of me. She peered over her shoulder at me, grinning, taking my hand in hers, dragging me towards the Wonderland Club. Annett bowed lowly, the velvet walls closing in on us as she laughed, lightly and smooth. Caitlin was magnificent tonight, her voice like a fine wine that Natalie had made just yesterday, her body moving in time with mine as the clocks above, and below, on the walls and our coats ticked and moved, each in their own time. I owned the Wonderland Club, and forever I would stay.