Raika
Star
- Joined
- Apr 20, 2012
Chris followed irritably as he was led up a flight of stairs and down a dark dingy corridor. The place was an absolute wreck, with cracks crawling up the wall, and rat dumping in every corner, he started wondering why he still even came to this dump. He’d already fucked every girl in the building, and he was probably the only one in the world to have done so. After all most wouldn’t even consider returning after their first visit. The girls weren’t ugly or anything, but they were well worn, and half of them even sounded mechanical while he pummeled into their loose holes.
It wasn’t all that surprising to be honest, after all most of the girls weren’t here voluntarily. Thinking back he started counting the girls off, “3 wanted criminals, 2 in debt, an illegal immigrant, and 6 homeless.”
…. Why did he come here again?
Letting out a sigh, he decided it was better to cease his train of thought, it wasn’t getting him anywhere, and he’d already paid for the wench he’d be sleeping with tonight. If there was one thing about this place he liked it was the price. A small grin appearing on his lips as he recalled his disbelief when he’d first arrived. $10 an hour, an additional $5 to use the brothels shower. A price not much different from what he’d spet for lunch that day.
Supposedly the girls weren’t paid for their services, and instead had to pay rent to stay in the dark dingy rooms here. Any income they made was through generous customers that’d tip them a few dollars depending on how well they’d been served. An interesting system, though Chris couldn’t imagine why these people insisted on staying here.
Ah right, they didn’t have a choice.
The shiny bald headed main infront of him suddenly turned, and knocked on the door three times, before pulling out a key and unlocking the giant padlock that kept the door bolted closed. A security measure to make sure that the girls didn’t run away or garner any unwanted attention to the building. Chris was well and truly familiar with the procedure by now, walking into the poorly lit room, and watching as the fat little grease monkey closed the door on him, a loud metallic click echoing through the corridor signifying that the door was locked and that his time had started. Again, it was part of trapping the whores in the building, There was a inbuilt transceiver on the far wall he could use if he wanted to leave early.
Well that was enough thinking time, his time had started, and while he wasn’t in any hurry to capitalize on the time he had with the new addition to the brothel, he was eager to see if the new face was a pretty one. Looking around the small room it didn’t take long to find his target. After all, it was only equipped with a bed, and a small basin. “Time to work you lazy slut” he called out to the lump hidden beneath the bed covers.
It wasn’t all that surprising to be honest, after all most of the girls weren’t here voluntarily. Thinking back he started counting the girls off, “3 wanted criminals, 2 in debt, an illegal immigrant, and 6 homeless.”
…. Why did he come here again?
Letting out a sigh, he decided it was better to cease his train of thought, it wasn’t getting him anywhere, and he’d already paid for the wench he’d be sleeping with tonight. If there was one thing about this place he liked it was the price. A small grin appearing on his lips as he recalled his disbelief when he’d first arrived. $10 an hour, an additional $5 to use the brothels shower. A price not much different from what he’d spet for lunch that day.
Supposedly the girls weren’t paid for their services, and instead had to pay rent to stay in the dark dingy rooms here. Any income they made was through generous customers that’d tip them a few dollars depending on how well they’d been served. An interesting system, though Chris couldn’t imagine why these people insisted on staying here.
Ah right, they didn’t have a choice.
The shiny bald headed main infront of him suddenly turned, and knocked on the door three times, before pulling out a key and unlocking the giant padlock that kept the door bolted closed. A security measure to make sure that the girls didn’t run away or garner any unwanted attention to the building. Chris was well and truly familiar with the procedure by now, walking into the poorly lit room, and watching as the fat little grease monkey closed the door on him, a loud metallic click echoing through the corridor signifying that the door was locked and that his time had started. Again, it was part of trapping the whores in the building, There was a inbuilt transceiver on the far wall he could use if he wanted to leave early.
Well that was enough thinking time, his time had started, and while he wasn’t in any hurry to capitalize on the time he had with the new addition to the brothel, he was eager to see if the new face was a pretty one. Looking around the small room it didn’t take long to find his target. After all, it was only equipped with a bed, and a small basin. “Time to work you lazy slut” he called out to the lump hidden beneath the bed covers.