OK, so after last time with the shitty brothel, I decided to go for a little class this time.
Rather than being down in the city centre, this place is up the hill in the suburbs. I called ahead to make an appointment and to explain my situation. They were very understanding on the phone and said they could help.
When I got to the address I was a little confused as it looked just like a regular house, until that was I saw the cheesy faux-class matt gold sign in the shape of a naked woman.
Dithering a bit on the driveway it took me a few minutes to get to the house.
I was welcomed at the door by an attractive middle aged woman with too much makeup well applied, and wearing a floor length kimono. She took me through what looked like a cross between a doctor's office and a cloth and bauble shop to the waiting room.
I could feel a tiny part of me on the inside bursting at the seams with laughter from the pastiche of it all, but none of this showed on my well disciplined mask of nervous bewilderment.
She opened the door and there standing with various degrees of nakedness displayed were about thirty high class whores.
All of them an imitation of the Madam, with skill clearly matching age. The contrast of age versus experience most assuredly lost on the patrons which match those of the previous brothel exactly but for income.
Standing in the doorway and taken by surprise I feel myself gaping and silently wishing for a way out of this situation. As the colourful flesh dolls turned their attention on me, the Madam introduced me as 'the young man I was telling you about'.
A blush that had no doubt been creeping up on me since the phonecall sprang full force onto my face.
I consider that to have been the cause of the first giggle.
The giggle needed little help to become a roar of laughter as fingers were pointed and a few not so metaphorical thighs were slapped, with a silent sigh of relief I stumbled from the room with big, hot tears stinging my reddening eyes and the Madam following with her kimono hitched up as she apologised and tried to goad me to come back.
[18:25] Tropical: boooooooooooo
[18:25] Tropical: change the ending
[18:25] Tropical: this time you're a black gansta
[18:27] Pub Lover: As they turned towards me I began to realise something was wrong, pulling out my uzi and my cock, I fired one into the ceiling and used the other to rape then kill each of those bitches till the morning sun turned their death blood from midnight purple to earthy red.
[18:27] Tropical: NONONONONO
[18:27] Tropical: you're supposed to whip out your massive 15 inch cock
[18:28] Tropical: and beat them with it
[18:28] Pub Lover: I like the image of cumming on the ceiling and then raping them with my gun.
[18:29] Tropical: i give this story a D-
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