A Bitch In Time (Marina: Part One: Naughty Nookie Series) Read Free

start
drooling with pleasure.
    Shaking my head at the sight,
I move on down the passage, knowing that all is safe and well in that
particular room.  Well, it is for Jenna.  Not so much for the
Senator.
    But I’m not interested in
him.  Just Jenna and the rest of my girls’ safety.
    Anna, my assistant, and I take
it in turns to wander down this corridor twice an hour.  When I bought
this story, all nine thousand square feet of prime residential property, I made
it so that all of the rooms were linked by a back passage that I could use to
monitor the inhabitants without their knowledge.  Not so, I could get my
kicks, but to protect my girls. 
    A small window built into a
door on the back wall means I can look in and make sure all is well.  If
anything nonconsensual is going down, and after four years in the trade, I know
what is and what isn’t , we intercede.
    And by we, I mean me, charging
in there like Dirty Harry on estrogen patches with my nice, big nine-millimeter
pistol.
    I have a few high-ranking
officers of the law in my little black book, but I prefer to deal with these
issues in-house as it were.
    A few men have offered me
exorbitant sums to be able to walk down peep-hall, as Anna and I call it. 
But privacy is part and parcel of the service we offer.  Even though it
hurt to turn down fifty grand to let a voyeur get his rocks off by peering
through a window, I had no choice.  I had to think of the money I’d have
lost if the guy weren’t a voyeur, but some kind of political spy.
    What goes down in these rooms
could make or break the government itself.  We get all sorts here. 
From the rich to the astronomically powerful.  They pay the sums they do
to ensure their perversions are kept hushed up.  Not once has anyone’s
dirty little secret been revealed to the public.  And that makes my
business a hot commodity.
    It’s been a busy day, a
stressful evening and the night looks set to be just as frantic.  Each
room is booked until three in the morning, I’m already tired and it’s just
turned midnight!
    Yawning, I wander down to the
next room and look through the window.  Until I started this gig, until
the peep-hall existed, I didn’t realize I had voyeuristic tendencies of my
own.  But I guess most people do, they just don’t have the opportunities I
do to get my kicks.
    There’s one girl in particular
that does it for me every time.  And it isn’t her , although she’s
an attractive woman, it’s the service she offers.  Known as the ‘Queen of
Deepthroat’, you can guess where Millie’s talent lies! 
    Pulling out my cellphone, I flicker
through the appointment schedule and a smile hovers over my lips as I notice
two things.  Firstly, that two doors down, Mike Baylis is with Millie and
the entrepreneur has one of the hugest cocks I’ve ever seen.  Aside from
that, he’s a decent guy.  Always pleasant when he pays the bill and quick
to give me punts on the stock market. 
    Watching Millie swallow that
huge ten-incher is enough to turn anyone on!  Well, it is now . 
I remember just standing there, feeling like I’d been kicked in the head,
wondering where the hell she put it all the very first time I watched! 
    The second thing to widen my
smile is in four days and counting, I’ll be seeing Nathan.
    The thought of watching Mike
and knowing that soon I’ll be with Nathan, is enough to have every part of me quivering with
hunger .
    There’s a spring in my step as
I wander down the hallway.  Anna, my PA, is into the Femdom act more than
I am, whereas I prefer to watch the Dom/sub role-plays. 
    Rosalie is one of my most
popular girls and she’s in the Grunge Dungeon. 
    There are two BDSM rooms at
Papillon; one is all heavy-duty hardware with an industrial edge to the
design.  Pipes, handcuffs, ropes and rudimentary equipment, where the guy
gets off on the more brutal side of the scene.  The other is more
traditional. 
    Leather and whips, PVC, St
Andrew’s