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because they are paying me means I work for them. The Boogeyman scared them back into reality; Makes them understand they do what I tell them and as a symbol of their appreciation, I allow them to pay me.
    Then there was the Reward Section. The largest collection of bullets, vibrators, silk blindfolds, flavored lube, and whatever else puts a smile on that ecstasy filled face while u came thunder. This section was only visited by those who obeyed me to my satisfaction...which is nothing short of perfection. However, this section was not visited by first time clients. You should never pet a dog you don't know.
    The Restraint Area housed cuffs, chains, ropes, and bondage tape which all hung on the far left wall. In front of this wall was a glass display encased with an array of dildos, strap-ons, and harnesses. I really only used one strap though. I called her, Wonder Woman, a name well earned considering the amazing capabilities of this strap. It was ten inches of cinnamon complexioned pleasure, when erect of course. It's a flaccid five and a half inches. That’s right, Wonder Woman gets hard. Friction on the shaft surface triggers the internal sensor to inflate the air chamber, pushing out the foam like interior against the skin of the strap. In front of the tiny, silent motor is a refillable capsule that wirelessly communicates with the smart bullet that is used to measure my own sexual excitement from inside me. As the bullet vibrates against my walls, it reads my wetness and vaginal contractions. The bullet learns my orgasm threshold. Once my threshold is crossed, the bullet communicates my orgasm to the sensor in the dildo. The small, accordian ridged capsule then catapults to the inner tip of the dildo head and oozes an edible white substance -the consistency of melted ice cream- from a pen tip sized hole. Wonder Woman is amazing.
    The center of the Restraint Wall was made up of one way glass. Next to that glass was a door that led into the Panic Room. This is where the guard was stationed during New Client Protocol. The glass was bullet proof and the door was thirteen inches of solid titanium. If a client were to ever get out of control, or a jealous significant other finds this place and tries to shoot it up like The Playas Club, I have a safe place to run and call for help.
    "So tell me about the client," I said as I looked around the room, ensuring Haylee had the room fully stocked for tonight's events.
    Haylee followed me closely around the perimeter of the now dimly lit space like a dog behind his master.
    "His name is Marq Ex. He's the owner of Ex Inc. Law Firm. He's married to Ravyn Ex, wife of seven years. I checked my resources and he is notorious for paying the strippers at The Diamond for a little extra in the Champagne Room. He's also rumored to enjoy a little backside action if you know what I mean," he smirked as he lowered his eyes mischievously at me.
    I smiled back, "What else?"
    "He's 6"1', white, average build, and very attractive."
    I shook my head. It was always the same kind of guys. Rich, married cheaters that claimed to be hetero but came here for gay fantasies they couldn't tell their wives about. Fuck it though. I get paid to put this "black dick" in their lives and let them believe there's nothing gay about it since the penis I wear isn't a penis I grew.
    "What about his character? Am I dealing with a bitch or a cocky asshole?"
    "Definitely a cocky asshole," Hay replied. "He loves to humiliate people. Point out their flaws in front of whoever will laugh. Not to mention, he's a dick to his wife; cheating in public, daring her to leave him. Flaunting his adultery through the entire downtown. He even fired his assistant because she couldn't suck dick right."
    "He thinks he knows dick sucking, huh?"I giggled.
    Goosebumps covered my arms and legs. I loved a challenge. The thought of breaking down a pompous jerk turned me on. My mind raced with the fun I was going to have with him.
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