Slade Garrison, PI - Part 4

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


"But it didn't take long for my past to catch up with me. An ominous neanderthal-looking man came into my tea shop and recognized me. My looks do not exactly help me blend in and my eyes give me away.

"He took advantage of my discomfort and continued to speak of the last time we had seen each other. When his cock had been buried in my ass. I ask him to keep his voice down, but he seems to get an erection by making me uncomfortable."

"Finally, to avoid the stares of the customers with eels their soup, I ask him to follow me to the area below the shop. I figured he wanted pussy and wouldn't leave until. When he saw the large room, his eyes did the Eddie Cantor routine and rolled like the lights at The Bund."

My curiosity was making my chair wet from my seeping pecker.

"He told me that his original plan was to extort money for his silence about my lurid days as a fuck toy in a seedy back alley room. But this was better. That I would provide the space and he would provide the customers. Keeping her respectable reputation unsullied."

"I'm guessing the enterprise is illegal? Knowing that she wouldn't be here in this basement business if it wasn't a vice cop's wet dream

"It started out as an underground brothel for those who are into kinks. Rooms with chains and hooks. Whips and phalluses. Monkeys and harnesses. He brought in young women and promised their families easy money."

Men and women pay large sums of money to indulge in deviant forms of debauchery. It was all wide open like a harem of orgies. There was a back entrance and many arrive in long limousines. No one above was aware.

"What kind of kinks?" I asked.

"There are those who get aroused just by being spanked. There are those who get off by whipping a whore's tits and pussy. Some enjoy the cross or wooden pallets. Some enjoy the clamps and enemas. Some like it rough."

I like to blow opium smoke up a stretched sphincter taking my client on visions of places of taboo as I tinkle the bell on my clitoris. Using the soundbars in the urethra. These are surgical steel bars that..."

"Ouch!" Picturing a meta bar in my cock made me squeamish. "Let's move one." I was afraid of cumming in my fifteen-dollar suit and trousers.

 


Submitted: July 07, 2021

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