A welcome cool breeze blew through town, now the heat of the sun was spent; the palms waved gently as if to air their scorched fronds. The evening brought out a different hubbub of people from those who plied their business during daylight hours.  Attractive young women glanced back and forth from dark corners; slender legs and tight dresses advertising companionships, and more, for the right price. All along the more popular streets, the colourful illuminated signs blinked and flickered on; the evening of all evenings promised by each one of them.

The Blue Oasis was already heaving, as was the Diamond of Africa opposite; both clubs were owned by women, who had become ruthlessly independent in the running of their businesses. Many men had tried to move in on them, by muscle or guile, many men had failed and some had disappeared.

Already hard at work in the Blue oasis was Karl; he had been one of those men, and now found himself owned by the phenomenal woman who owned the club; Dale Fontaine.  Just eighteen months earlier, Karl had tried to move in and take over. He found himself being mesmerised by Dale, a beautiful black woman, and was soon tricked into submission by her and the other women she associated with. He awoke one day to find himself her captive, and was taught to respect women as she and her feminine compatriots grilled him about his origins and intentions. Karl was to realise another side to his erotic psyche whilst this went on, and came to worship Dale.  The fiercely dominant woman recognised this, and attracted by his good looks, decided he would be of use working for her.  She decided to keep him as a toy, rather than dispose of him as she had so many other males.

Carl poured yet another cocktail as he looked through the smoky haze toward the small stage at the end of the club. The club was bustling as many people had come to see Sabine sing.  The delectable redheaded woman warbled out yet another song; a full length dress split provocatively up one side, showing a very desirable thigh, clad with stocking and suspender. Sabine would bring many men in, and Dale would no doubt pick one to ask up to her room tonight.  She had not done so in a while and Karl was shameful about a semi-permanent erection.  Dale had not humiliated him in a while, and she was overdue in doing so. He both hated it, and loved it.