Welcome to Madame Le Noir

All English translations are done as honestly as possible by a non-native speaker. However, if there are any mistakes, please feel free to comment.

Part One - The Game

The entrance to the Madame Le Noir nightclub is a dull, thick steel door at the end of a dispassionately lit alley. Even the neon that crowns the door, indicating a different establishment to the one I seek, flickers uncontrollably. I doubt this is really the place, but the link to the coordinates sent to my cell phone leaves no room for doubt. This is it.

I knock on the door repeatedly; a rectangular opening opens at my waist and a voice orders me to put both hands in. The right one with the open palm facing upwards and the left one showing the QR code that was sent to me just 20 minutes earlier. Before the security guard let me in, I feel a slight pinch on the index finger of my right hand. The guard grunts something in a Slavic language and lets me in. As I close the door, I see a taxi arrive at the entrance to the alley and a man in a dinner jacket gets out.

They lead me down a hallway with neon graffiti and make me wait in a luxurious room. Different television screens show the interior of Madame Le Noir. An artistically decorated bar with colorful bottles on the shelves, a heart-shaped bed where two men penetrate and lick a short-haired tattooed blonde, a booth where a fully clothed Asian goth is destroying in a glory hole with her lips and silky mouth more than ten men tied in a row, these covered with a mask with a zip closed for a mouth. The counter on the monitor shows 18 cumshots amidst exclamations of weekly record.

I'm not alone in the room, I'm joined by a young man dressed in a blue ADIDAS tracksuit (hadn't they gone out of fashion?) with a powerful erection that's hard to hide, a muscular, square-jawed Nordic man and a wide-eyed mulatto man humming a Maluma song. Soon the last guest enters the room, the man in the dinner jacket, groomed like a brush.

A side door between two screens opens and a friendly but authoritative voice greets us with "Welcome to Madame Le Noir". It is the voice of Papa Booze, our host for the evening. Dressed in classic elegance and exquisitely perfumed, he is flanked by two exuberant women. On the right, one dressed as a dominatrix with a short platinum boob wig and neon blue lipstick, on the left another imposing female hidden behind a wide rabbit mask chewing on a phallus-shaped carrot, turgid breasts and aureoles adorned with brightly colored glitter. Both towering above the rest of mortals in pin-point heels.

Tonight, is special both for the event that will take place and for the prize. Papa Booze allows participation in the game by invitation only and officially neither Madame Le Noir nor this night will ever exist. "The rules are simple and very clear" - Papa Booze begins to explain "Five participants will be seated at a circular table covered with an opaque black velvet tablecloth for a maximum of one hour. On top of the table, they will be able to have all the drinks and tobacco they want. They may only fix their eyes on the other competitors or on the objects on the table. If they look away for more than three seconds, they lose and must leave the table. A woman will be positioned under the table whose sole task will be to make them ejaculate, using the body parts she chooses. She can randomly lick, squeeze, hit, massage their limbs and testicles for a maximum of two minutes per turn. If a participant thinks he discovers that his/her opponent is being "attacked" by our Queen, he can denounce it and if it is proved by our cameras to be true, the denounced person will have to leave the table. If, on the other hand, the denouncer is mistaken (because of a bluff by the denounced), it will be the denounced who will have to leave the table. There will be no second chances. If after one hour there are still players left, the remaining players will be declared losers and will be eliminated. There will be no refund of the €20,000 deposit. Instead, a single winner will pocket €75,000 and" - Papa Booze pauses - "the greatest of respect".

We nod silently. I pause to analyze my opponents. The man in the blue tracksuit opens and closes his hands nervously, while the man in the dinner jacket smiles impassively, unperturbed, far away from this earth. The Brazilian mulatto is jumping up and down like a caged frog, while the Nordic man is sweating profusely and has begun to devour the temptations around him with his eyes.

"You will now have 30 minutes to prepare and relax in our facilities. This time will be spent checking the reliability of your bank accounts and analyzing the blood sample taken at the entrance of the premises for any drugs that might inhibit your erection or give you an advantage," continued the master of ceremonies. "We provide you with all kinds of entertainment during these thirty minutes. Remember that our women are not whores, nor can they be denigrated in any way that has not been previously and exclusively agreed with them. They are all here of their own free will. The limit is set by them. This is not a sordid brothel. And if you break this simple rule, you will be "passionately" expelled from the premises with a kind souvenir from our security guards that you will never forget in your life. Enjoy Madame Le Noir, gentlemen. I promise you that this evening will be unforgettable".

We walk down the wide corridor to the main hall. On both sides of the corridor are a multitude of doors, most of them closed. On the right, in front of one of them, a group of half-naked men with erected cocks, dressed as sailors in a red striped shirt, are waiting impatiently. The door opens and I catch a glimpse of a woman tied by her limbs to the ceiling dressed as a ship's captain. A man comes out crying with a trumpet. Four doors down to the left, exaggerated gasps of a woman calling for Daddy reveal an uncontrolled orgy. In the last room before the main hall, a man is tied upside down on a stretcher, while the crack of a dominatrix's whip can be heard.

The main hall is amply lit with giant, grey, veined phallus statues at either end. A score of sinuous waitresses serve the diners. Some of them dressed in wide ruffled Victorian-era dresses. A DJ dressed in military fatigues with long hair shaved to the side and a leg loaded on top of a squatting man is licked as she plays. A man violently masturbates in front of a lesbian couple.

I sit close to the bar, concentrating on discovering the possible tics of my fellow participants. Next to me, a woman of considerable proportions kisses a guest. I look for the mulatto. He has sat on a soft, desire-colored sofa while a waitress dressed only in a stuffed cat mask lewdly licks his hard cock. The wide-breasted kitten with a tribal tattoo undoubtedly enjoys the mulatto's extraordinary cock. Her slow licks go from the base of his testicles to stop at the tip of his reddening cock only to stop and take his member again between her breasts. The mulatto howls with pleasure and tries to grab hold of the cat's false cock strapped to her belt. She whispers to him that she's a very small kitten who needs his milk every day to grow up. As soon as I look away, the mulatto ends up ejaculating like a wild bull on her fake ears while she meows in satisfaction. It's clear that the mulatto's trick is to unload the pipes before the final.

At the other end of the bar, the man in the dinner jacket slowly sips his gin-tonic, oblivious to everything with his eyes closed. He has previously turned down the plump woman. She mutters angrily, "Better, I'm too much meat for too little sauce".

The man in the blue tracksuit is being ridden like a wild horse by a smooth-assed black woman like there's no tomorrow. She beats his bare chest with both fists as she insults him, claiming he's a piece of shit, an impotent. The sportsman seems to have made a pact with her for this kind of seduction and grabs her ass with both hands like a life preserver of the RMS Titanic. Thick strands of white semen exploding inside her leave her pussy and wet the Persian carpet underneath them. She takes no notice, continues to ride him, biting her lips and continues to insult him, denying him respite. Between gasps, he barely manages to rescue his reddening cock from her pink pussy, only to cum like a rampaging hose in her ass again, moaning. She stands up ready and pours the contents of the last drops spilled on her hips into a champagne glass to drink it immediately.

The Nordic man, on the other hand, has taken a much more active part and spills bottles and bottles of Möet Chanson on the breasts of two women dressed as nurses in open gowns and stethoscopes and then plunges his bald head in shortly afterwards. They laugh exaggeratedly and kiss the back of his head.

Papa Booze's voice pulls me out of my musings and invites us to take a seat at the table. A digital clock shows 60 minutes.

"Dear gentlemen, the game will begin shortly. Please make yourselves comfortable. Allow me to introduce the white queen, the living proof of God's existence, Beatrix Désir," shouts a jubilant Booze on the verge of religious paroxysm. Amidst thick smoke and to the rhythm of an old Modern Talking song, the personification of desire is revealed to us, the queen among women. The queen among women. The other women? Insignificant before her. Crude tarnished shadows. Insects.

Sheathed in tight black leather, and sporting a Hime-style haircut, her long jet hair reaches the place where her back loses its chaste name. She doesn't walk... she glides towards us. Her tiny skirt reveals shapely thighs in black fishnet stockings. A small dark riding crop is glimpsed attached to her left hip. Her erect nipples defy the confines of her dress, piercing it. She tosses her mirrored black horn-rimmed glasses onto the table and whispers to us in the voice of wayward angels from hell if we're going to behave. His reddened full lips invite us to a kind of pleasures never imagined. She lingers her gaze on me and her lascivious tongue wanders along the corners of her lips. God, this is going to be so much harder than I imagined. She bends down, and gracefully dives gracefully into the bowels of the table and hides underneath it. Papa Booze orders us to unzip our trousers and in the case of the jock, slide our tracksuit bottoms down to above our knees and draw our manly weapons. The minute hand starts to descend. The game has begun.

The mulatto is the first to lose his temper and make theatrical grimaces. He tries to pretend, but his member, still extremely sensitive from the recent ejaculation, is not able to withstand Beatrix's tension as she starts to masturbate him. He is denounced by the Nordic and eliminated. Having ejaculated earlier doesn't seem to have been the best of plans.

I feel small nibbles on my testicles, and soon after, his lips suck on one of my balls as nimble fingers run up and down my shaft. I barely manage to keep my composure as my cock swells in her hands. Droplets of semen glisten on my glans. She collects them thirstily between her full lips. I clear my throat and try to show a normality I lack. The man in the dinner jacket looks at me with interest, unsure whether to report me. Is he bluffing? He can't make up his mind, and that saves me. Beatrix leaves my desolate member with a passionate sucking kiss on the glans.

The Nordic man starts sweating and cursing in the language of the coldest country in the world, but apparently the best place to live. Too much exaggeration. The sportsman takes the bait and denounces him. He makes a mistake and is eliminated. When he gets up, he still trips over his trousers and falls flat on his face. Security guards carry him away with a gash on his head. Such an asshole.

The Nordic man, the man in the dinner jacket and I are left in the fray. The man in the dinner jacket remains impassive, not a single grimace to indicate anything. He blinks as he sips his gin-tonic and smiles. The Nordic man starts to get nervous as the minutes tick by and we continue to play. The white queen starts licking his testicles and biting his inner thighs. She takes a firm grip on his cock and starts squeezing it like an infant's rubber duck. The ejaculation is massive and instantaneous. Unable to conceal his moan of pleasure, I take the initiative and report him. He is eliminated.

The man in the dinner jacket doesn't miss a beat, and seeing that Beatrix isn't sucking his cock, he thinks about reporting me. He thinks about it. I might not be with any of them right now, it's a possibility. He stares at me. Meanwhile the White Queen is giving me the blowjob of my life. Alternating speeds, biting my glans, shaking my cock like a rattle and rubbing my cum drops across her lips. I don't flinch. There's something odd about the man in the dinner jacket. It's virtually impossible that Madame Le Noir's queen hasn't walked by him after almost 50 minutes, but he hasn't shown any sign of interest... he looks at me and blows me a kiss. That's it, he's gay! He doesn't have a hard-on for women, and he certainly has a strategic advantage I hadn't thought of. But at the same time, it's his undoing, I wink at him, and stick out my tongue, entertaining myself on the row of upper teeth. I reach for the ice cube tray on the table and rub one of the ice cubes on my nipples. Her eyes bulge, wanting more. A hint of disgust flashes across his face as Beatrix begins to masturbate him and I denounce him. Enraged, he gets up from the table with a fist.

Miss Désir has taken care of me again, even though she didn't have to. I lean back in my chair, and let the whole audience see how, after licking my glans, and violently grabbing my balls with one hand, my cock starts to curl, a sure sign that I'm about to cum. She knows it, and she doesn't stop. She sticks out her tongue and flicks my explosive cock with it. I cum all over her face, as she sees the eruption of my life-giving juice, she shoves her cock in her mouth, so she doesn't miss a single drop of my elixir. My throbbing cock ends up surrendering to her sweet lips. The audience bursts into applause. She stands up and like a prestigious theatre actress bends her back and thanks me for the attention. My last drops of semen end up lubricating my shoes. She has left like the lust queen she is. I pick up her panties, sniff them and put them in my pocket.

Epilogue

I'm lying naked on my bed. It's raining hard outside. In the dark, only the faint reflection of my iPad illuminates the room. I'm still waiting for the €75,000 I've won to be paid into my bank account. Thunder rumbles in the distance. I know she'll be here soon. I slowly run my thumbs over my erect cock and amuse myself by massaging my swollen baldness. I'm full of arousal, my testicles are about to explode, and the mere touch of the sheets gives me a beautiful agony. I hear keys unlock the door and after a few minutes, her goddess-like silhouette is silhouetted in our bedroom. It's her. The goddess of lust. Beatrix Désir. My partner in crime. A plan hatched months ago to shake Papa Booze down comes to an end.

"Who do we have here? Ah yes, a vile cheater" - she whispers to me, as she sheds her mink coat, exposing her heaven-born, hell-sculpted body. Only black stockings and heels dress her naked skin. She couldn't retrieve her panties from the shop.

She grabs my wrists and ties them crossed with her stockings over my head. She straddles my face. The smell of her wet sex floods my lips. I greedily open my mouth and penetrate her with the tip of my tongue. I begin to taste her, to lick her slowly. She grips my swollen cock like the engine of a boat, as the first drops of arousal run down my hard shaft.

"Make me cum, make Mommy cum. Mommy needs to relax, Mommy has had a hard day and needs to cum," she orders me authoritatively as she slaps my hips with her little riding crop and pushes her open right hand into my face towards her sex.

I obey as the glow of the iPad screen tells me that a transfer has just been made to me from an unknown account. I smile and cum almost instantly as I begin to lose myself in her wet paradise.

Part Two - Descent to Heaven

The master of ceremonies made things perfectly clear to me on my first day at Madame Le Noir. "Your job is to serve our exclusive customers promptly and without any questions that are not related to the type of drink they want. We don't ask personal questions. We ask NOTHING. The privacy of our customers is sacred. Nothing you see here, leaves here. NOTHING. Your contract is for 6 months renewable to two years. And it has a confidentiality clause. If at any time during these months you are tempted to take notes, record by any type of digital or printed media on our premises, you will be terminated immediately. I can assure you that we can ruin your life in ways that will make you wish you had never met us. Of course, mobile phones are forbidden here. If you must call your girlfriend, boyfriend, or mum, you'll do it when your shift is over. Here we assign you a name, you can choose it if you want, but you will NEVER give your real name. If you do your work, your duties, you will be able to enjoy the pleasures that Madame Le Noir offers you and that are not for other mortals. Have I made myself clear?" Yes, I answered - "Welcome to Madame Le Noir” - replied the master of ceremonies, bowing to me in an exaggerated manner.

My main duties will be to attend to the orders from the different rooms. I will be oversee the bar in the east wing. Armed with a tablet, I will attend to the orders as quickly as possible when they come in, and always without asking any questions. I will be assisted in my duties by maids Jacinta and Marina, one dressed in a flowing transparent dressing gown and the other in a stuffed rabbit mask. Marina is more petite than Jacinta. Long brown hair, small breasts, strewn with lascivious tattoos, she is an Andalusian beauty. Reserved and with an extraordinarily low timbre of voice. As if she could only whisper. Jacinta is a few years older, Madrid-born, cool, outspoken. Straightforward. Very funny because she is so irreverent. Her flame-colored hair is the bane of men. I love it. I wonder if her sex is also the color of passion.

In principle we are exempt from participating in any of Madame Le Noir's playful activities, even if they are tolerated. The decision is ours on the sole condition that we make up for those moments of relaxation later. "It's better to get laid, or to suck a pussy, than to walk around with a stiff dick in your trousers like an atomic bomb about to explode", the master of ceremonies solemnly assures us.

Jacinta and Marina have a lot of experience at Madame Le Noir, they know exactly how to make poor unwary men ask for the most expensive bottle of champagne, showing just a furtive breast. They seduce men like Homer's witch Circe. "Another bottle for table 46, boy." Jacinta has retired with a woman to the Paris room and asks me to cover her shift. "Sure, no problem" - I nod "Maybe you'll get some later, you dumbass" she says, rolling her tongue into a ball in her mouth. After leaving the room after 10 minutes, she doesn't give it to me, and I don't ask her for it.

My shifts are 12 hours, 6 days a week. A thankless job? Certainly not. 45 days' holiday. Private doctor. 80,000 € a year, tax free. I'm free to leave whenever I want, but I don't even consider it. If there is an earthly Eden, this is it. Nothing to do with my previous job in a little beach bar in Ibiza. Where I not only had to work my ass off in black but also, to earn extra money, fuck every Nordic girl who made eyes at me. "You dick big, not as a boyfriend" they mumbled to me in acceptable Spanish. And what can I say, I've always liked fucking, and I fuck well and if they paid me generously, so much the better. And at the end of the day, I could always choose with whom. But Ibiza in winter is a toothless bride, and I ended up settling in Madrid. Soon after, a former colleague sent me a job offer where I could fit in. "They ask for maximum discretion, but it's a great place” And I ended up going for an interview, where they didn't ask me a single question in the two hours I was there. I thought I had wasted my time, but a few hours later, my cell phone received coordinates, a date, and a day.

The flickering of my tablet screen and a soft beep brought me back to the present. The Room Berlin. Two chilled bottles of Belvedere Luminous Night vodka with three glasses. In a matter of a few minutes, I pass into the room and deposit the bottles near a gigantic petrol blue bed. Two voluptuous women fully dressed in black leather with gas masks cut out of the front are sucking the cock of a businessman with Slavic features. He is lying back, staring at the ceiling mirror, grabbing the shapely ass of each of them with his big bear hands. One of them stops the fellatio to go over to the tray and pour herself a drink. The other lady continues without stopping, while he, unbound, cums in her mouth. Thick drops of semen slide off the gas mask, lightening the black leather with flecks of ivory element. The lady with the cup in her hand orders me out, and as she does so, she slaps me on the ass. I leave the room, with the erection of a fifteen-year-old.

Madame Le Noir is not a brothel, anyone is free to leave, no one is forced to satisfy services that have not been previously agreed upon. Everything can be bought, but it is not cheap. I have seen important businessmen go bankrupt in one-night, famous actresses get rid of all kinds of ties and be mounted from behind by men dressed as cowboys, while they neigh and wear only a bridle in their mouths and a saddle on their backs. I have seen politicians weep with satisfaction at being whipped by our dominas.

Marina has earned extra money, masturbating an ex-football player dressed as a rabbit in the Stockholm room. She laughs and says that he has a lot of cock, a lot of dribbling, but that, on the goal line, he can’t play a decent ball and miss the goal. "If you want to get your hands on a real cock, come to my office" I said amused, "You, dumbass? There is still a long way to go for that, boy" she smiles back at me. "No way, boy, get out, they're waiting for you on the swings” Jacinta can't stop laughing in the background. I laugh with them; I know how to take the blows and I hide my erection by pressing my cock against the cooler on the bar.

The name of the place is not a casual name either, it corresponds to the name of the owner of the establishment. During this first year, I have never seen her. She is never present in the lower rooms, she never takes part in any recreational activities in the lounges, nor does she accept invitations, no matter how economically rewarding they might be. His is the only lounge on the upper floor, accessible only by a private lift. It is even rumored that he has a private entrance, and a terrace of imperial dimensions, including a swimming pool with the best views over Madrid. On the other hand, his right-hand man, the man who hired me, is omnipresent, although he often disappears in the Bondage rooms and never asks for a drink.

The next few weeks pass without incident, except for the usual games between me and my girls. We laugh, they call me stupid, and I lie to them, saying that only the clothes are worth the clothes, that the rest is all just to fuck him. Deep down, we appreciate each other. A few days later, the master of ceremonies informs me that I will be promoted to the bar in the main room. They value my discretion. The previous waiter had been clumsy enough to admit to a customer that he really liked his films. He was denounced by the customer and fired ipso facto. Such a stupid.

It's late, and I'm about to finish my shift. I finish replacing the last empty bottles on the bar when I receive a last-minute order. Oslo Room. 4 bottles of wine from La Morera de San Lázaro, an excellent rioja.

I enter the room as usual unannounced and as I enter, I hear mischievous smiles from the hot tub, mixed with tunes from the libertine Billy Idol. "Excuse me?" I whisper. "Come in, booze boy," two strangely familiar voices call to me. Immersed in a huge tub of foam, like impossible mermaids, Jacinta and Marina, invite me to enjoy them. "Today's the jackpot, waiter. We're going to fuck your soul out tonight". I set the tray down on a nearby stool, and while Jacinta undoes my fly, Marina is biting and licking my nipples with extraordinary delicacy. My cock shoots out of my trousers like a spring. They both start licking my shaft in unison, while stroking my balls. I feel like the luckiest man in the world. I dive into the bathtub, still half-dressed, and start licking Marina, who has spread her legs wide open, revealing her greedy, shaved pussy with the initial of my name on it. She giggles. Jacinta has a vigorous grip on my erect member with her right hand and whispers in my ear, "Fuck her, you dumbass!"

I didn't wait any longer, and with one thrust, I violently penetrated her. Without preamble, without warning. We don't need to. She crosses her legs behind my back and begins to bite my shoulders. Thousands of volts run through my body. Her brief breasts caress my hairy torso. She moans and calls out to me Daddy, not to stop, she's going to cum. I don't stop. I want her to cum with my cock inside her. She does it like the goddess she is. "My turn" Jacinta demands, and she grabs my explosive cock, heading for the bed. She knows exactly what she wants. She lies on the bed with her back to me as Marina pours the contents of a bottle over my cock. While Jacinta continues to lie on her back showing off her perfect upside-down heart shaped ass. Marina slides on her back between her and the bed, her lips licking Jacinta. A diamond of paradise is offered to me. I stroke my glans and penetrate Jacinta, who's on her back to me. I can't hold out much longer. Marina randomly licks her friend and my testicles. I end up cumming like a bull inside Jacinta. She doesn't ask me to withdraw my cock, nor would she have given me time either. It would have been like trying to stop the sea with a Band-Aid. Marina pushes my ass into her partner in crime's sex, making sure that not a single drop is wasted, that they all end up where they rightfully belong, her wet sex.

Soon after, my exhausted cock leaves Jacinta's wet paradise of its own accord. Marina takes the opportunity to finish slurping the last drops of cum from my balanum. As they get dressed and leave amidst naughty girlish smiles, with the remaining two bottles of wine in hand, I fall asleep in bed while the security camera pilot light stops blinking.

The next morning, two different female companions accompany me to my new duties. Only now do I realize that last night was a farewell. They will remain manning the bar in the east wing. I smile. There is no better farewell possible. One of my new colleagues, Danica, from Slovakia, wastes no time in vying to be my new right hand. She presents her credentials, sucking my cock in the pantry a few hours later as I take inventory. The flickering of my tablet tells me that a new order has come in. But this time the customer won't be one of the regulars. I finish cumming on Danica's big breasts, gently rubbing my glans and painting her aureoles snow colored.

Hurried and fearful of lost time with Danica, I enter the private lift with the order for the two bottles of Glen Turner Heritage Malt Scotch at €9,000 a bottle. Soft lift music accompanies me to the top floor. As the doors open, they reveal an opulence never imagined. A spacious loft, with impressive windows, elegantly decorated in industrial style, at the back, an extraordinary armchair and there she is. A black woman of unbridled sexual beauty, dressed in an executive suit with a cream-colored jacket and black shirt. Explosive breasts, defiant of any kind of gravity, stiff. She must be close to 40 years old, although her body has temptations that any young woman of 20 would like. The forbidden fruit that every man secretly desires. The keeper of the secrets of men and women, the queen of the destinies of all mortals, she smokes fine cigarettes in slow puffs and waits. Beside her, the man who hired me, the master of ceremonies, Romeo Kaboom. The sentence that Madame Le Noir will utter next will make my blood run cold. Why have you betrayed me?

"You have sold confidential audiovisual material to third parties; you have violated the most sacred of our rules. Confidentiality. You are nothing. You are piece of shit.” I don't know what to say. I'm stunned. It must be a mistake.

Only now do I realize that the accusations are not directed at me, but at the master of ceremonies. He tries to apologize in a stammer, claiming that it was never his intention to disrespect Madame Le Noir but that his gambling debts had blinded him for the past few months. "You are fired. Effective immediately. We have made sure to block all the content you have tried to sell. We have destroyed your digital identity and emptied your accounts. We are not common thugs, and we will not kill you. We don't need to do that unless you're piss us off. Get out, you've got five minutes.”

Not a single reproach from the master of ceremonies, it wouldn't have done any good. As Romeo Kaboom crestfallen leaves the loft, Madame Le Noir addresses me for the first time since I walked through the door "On the other hand, I've been watching you for the last few months, will you accept the position of the new master of ceremonies" - it wasn't a question but an assertion " you will no longer be just a guy behind the bar serving booze with a huge cock. From now on you will be known as Papa Booze, I know your girlfriends used to call you Daddy affectionately and that you will start to stand out behind the bar makes your new nickname even more appropriate. And now let me see that big cock of yours".

I obey her and unzip my fly. My erect cock defies the horizontal plane eager for a more active role. "Get dressed, Papa Booze" Madame orders me amused as she bites her lip and pats my cock. "Take the day off. Tomorrow you start as the new ringmaster. There are many things I want to change..."

I step into the lift and as the doors close, I wield a smile.

Part Three - Ascent to Hell

At first, when I open my eyes, I don't know where I am. After a few seconds, when my eyes have become accustomed to the semi-darkness, I know. I know exactly where I am. In Madame Le Noir's London room. She made me study every room, every inch of the place weeks ago before I entered it for the first time. I'm bound hand and foot with plastic ties to an armchair. I'm not in the dark, perhaps in semi-darkness. The room is sensuously lit in soft reddish tones, furnished in burlesque style, and a huge frilly Victorian bed. Olga is sucking my cock.

Olga is dressed only in a blue parka lined hoodie and sunglasses with reflective yellow lenses. Her Mozart tongue maps my cock from the base of my testicles to the tip of my glans. She has managed to insert a ring with her mouth from the tip of my cock to the base of my balls, a fact that increases my erection. My cock is about to explode. I feel the typical tingling in my toes announcing my imminent ejaculation. My cock stands up inside her mouth. I'm going to cum. He looks me in the eye and stops, pulls up my underwear and walks away, leaving me halfway.

Papa Booze's voice floods the room. He's been standing behind me this whole time, "Thank you, Olga," as he kisses her on the cheek and pats her ass. "It was my pleasure" she replies in a thick Russian accent and kisses him back on the mouth. "Good afternoon, as you can see your situation is far from ideal," Papa Booze begins. "I think you know who I am and where you are. It's very easy for you to get out of this in one piece. All you have to do is answer two simple questions: who hired you and where is Beatrix Désir?"

I reply that I have no fucking idea who this Beatrix Désir is and demand to be released. Papa Booze lights up a cigarette, throws his head back and blows out the smoke. With a gesture he ushers in my next tormentor. "We're not fucking animals. We don't go around cutting off ears and pinky fingers or sticking corkscrews in knees in dingy basements. We have more persuasive methods to make you talk."

Erika, with her purple hair, enters and opens her chest on the bed. She shows me its contents. Dildos of various sizes, textures, and colors. She uncrosses her legs and shows me perfect sex. Perfectly arranged in sunny style. She removes her bathrobe. Piercings pierce her nipples and are attached by a thin chain. She picks up the first of the vibrators and starts to play with it. With her index and ring fingers, she opens her vulva in front of me, revealing a tasty clitoris. A bodyguard pulls my wing chair closer to the bed. She looks up at me as she gasps and speeds up her dildo. "This is so good, God," she remarks with narrowed eyes. The perfumed smell of her sex floods my nostrils. The erection under my shorts is unbearable. She moves up to another speed and starts masturbating at the same time with one of her fingers. She loves her own scent and licks her finger repeatedly afterwards. My cock is growing under my shorts beyond measure. It's torture not to be able to release it. She stops the vibrator and inserts some Chinese balls. Little by little she takes them out. Impregnated with her scent and with a very slight plop. She moans and bites her lips. He stops again and takes out another object from the padded chest... a gigantic black cock. He shoves it all the way in. He plays with the plastic balls, moans, gasps, cums, squeezes his lips.

The climax is broken by Papa Booze's voice. "Who hired you?" I assess my options and confess it was a man a few months ago at the Ritz Hotel, but I don't know his name. Papa Booze confirms with a look at Erika to proceed. She removes the huge plastic cock and with the open palm of her right hand starts to masturbate her labia and clitoris. With the other hand she applies the vibrator to her nipples. She starts moaning louder and becomes extremely religious calling out to the Highest. Papa Booze asks me again "Who hired you?" Exhilarated by the sex and my torturer's face about to cum in front of me, I confess her name "Romeo Kaboom, fucking hell!". Satisfied Erika starts to ejaculate her intimate fluids in front of my face. An explosion of strong vaginal smells indescribably sensual. She keeps moaning, it's a highly erotic sensation for both of us, for her for getting the orgasm of her life and fulfilling her part of the plan and for me for being able to witness such a wonderful feminine act. My cock on the other hand is not having a good time at all and has lubricated my panties completely with an infinity of pre-seminal pearls. I continue with my confession...

"I received a message with coordinates for a day and time, just as I would receive weeks later to gain access as a guest of Madame Le Noir. I turned up at the agreed time and day. It was the Hotel Ritz in Madrid. When I arrived at reception, a bulky black man was waiting for me and escorted me to the door of the Royal suite. He closed the door quietly behind me and I entered. Inside, a neatly dressed man in his 40s was waiting for me, sipping a gin and tonic with a stunning Cuban mulatta with long silky platinum hair."

"Come in, I've been waiting for you. This is Victoria, and she'll be joining us for the evening. You can fuck her later if you want." Romeo said complacently. She smacked his arm with her Louis Vuitton bag laughing with the most perfect smile in the world. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was all sin made woman. It was sinful just watching her sip her cocktail through the straw, watching her lick her lips, watching her touch her hair. I was getting the hard-on of my life. She knew it and so did he. "An erected cock is a powerful symbol. Few things compare, few symbols give off so much power. Perhaps you can compare it to Mickey Mouse's ears, McDonald's golden M, Nike's wave, or Apple's bitten apple. They immediately relate to the product. An erect cock is the same. It denotes power. As my old boss used to say, a stiff cock never lies". - Romeo stated amused as he saw the budding volume of my package. "Victoria, do you want to do me a favor and fuck this man? With pleasure, boss," she nodded immediately in her sweet Cuban accent. She grabbed my tie and led me to the terrace.

There she lifted her miniskirt and removed her white panties. They now lay limp and wet at her feet. She loved the great views of that part of Madrid. "From behind, like a mare, smack my ass, it drives me crazy. Do you know? I spat on my hands and glans and started to penetrate her like a bull. I pounded her ass with every lunge of flesh. Her pussy was tight and burning with passion. I grabbed one of her breasts and started tugging on her nipple. She gasped, delighted that all of Madrid could watch her enjoy. She bent her back, allowing the penetration to go deeper. She pushed her ass slammed against me and my cock disappeared completely into her pussy. Then she sat up to show me how my cock left her vulva in slow motion. My phallus throbbed like a fish out of water. As it reached the area of my glans, she stopped the pulling motion and swayed her ass. Only the head of my phallus was now in her. And without warning she pushed her ass back into me, again devouring my swollen member in its entirety. I wasn't fucking her; she was fucking me. "Can I cum inside her?" I begged Romeo. "If you must ask, you're not in control. You're not in control and you're a piece of shit" Kaboom indoctrinated me from the bedroom. "Move inside, show her who's in charge here. Show her that you cum when you want to, no questions asked." She turned her head towards me and gave me the go-ahead to unload inside. "Cum my love, I want to know who's in charge, is it you or him"? Romeo laughed loudly, as he masturbated behind us. I exploded inside her, grabbing her beautiful ass with both hands, to use it as a handhold and to slap it violently with my hands soon after. It was a spectacular cumshot. She moaned with pleasure. She loved to feel my heat inside her, to feel my white cock throbbing inside her black pussy. The last throes of my immense cum would be on her ass and part of her skirt. Romeo was cumming in her hair at the same time. The ebony goddess got up in the direction of the bathroom to wash herself while my rivers of cum still dripped from her vulva running down her dark thighs. Her arse was fire-marked from my slaps. Romeo had meanwhile sat on one of the couches and was smoking.

"Now let's talk business, it's no good talking with your balls full. I want you to go to Madame Le Noir and play a game like Russian roulette. You will win, of that I have no doubt. My contact inside will help you win. I want you to inform me of everything that happens in that game. By participating you will become an active part of their clientele. I want to know EVERYTHING, who comes in, who goes out, who likes their cock sucked, who likes their nipples nibbled, EVERYTHING. I can't do it myself for reasons you don't give a shit about. I want the complete and total annihilation of Madame Le Noir's image and especially the fall from grace of Papa Booze, leaking all sorts of details to the press" - spoke Romeo Kaboom increasingly fired up. "You are a mediocre police officer on a laughable salary. Help me and you'll start living the life you deserve. You can have as many women as you want, you can fuck them morning, noon, and night. Do we have a deal?"

A quiet Papa Booze attentively follows my confession as he finishes his umpteenth cigarette. He beckons another girl over with a snap of his fingers.

The figure who enters the room is completely dressed in black latex. Even her face is covered and only her eyes and mouth are exposed. Her heels clack in the room. She grabs my aching member and begins to play with it. The touch of the latex on my skin is driving me crazy by the second. With one thumb she strokes my glans and plays with it, pinching it.

"We know who hired you, but where is Beatrix Désir?" Papa Booze asks me again, "I don't know who you're talking about," I reply angrily. The latex girl starts jerking me off, running her covered cheeks against my cock. Alternating times. Keeping me from cumming. "Where is Beatrix Désir?" asks Booze again "I don't fucking know" I reply. "So, you admit to knowing her?" the ringmaster replies amused. "Proceed" he instructs the girl. She swallows my cock whole in her mouth. Again, and again. I watch in fascination as my erect member ends up disappearing again and again in her mouth. I can't take it anymore. I want, I need to come. My balls are going to explode, the pain is unbearable. The girl stops when she hears Papa Booze's voice "Where is Beatrix Désir?". "She left a few days after the game with all the fucking money, for fuck's sake. I have no fucking idea, where she is. It's the fucking truth. I don't have the money and I don't know where it is," I said angrily. "Finally, the truth!" smiles Papa Booze and tells Beatrix to let me cum. Surprised to know who is hiding under the latex mask, I cum almost instantly into her mouth, she doesn't pull away and welcomes my cum with satisfaction. With my last ejaculation, she opens her mouth so she can see my cum on her tongue and swallows it all. Beatrix licks her lips and kisses me with the last drops of cum still on her tongue. "See, that wasn't so hard. You just saved your life. Simple. Easy."

I'm appalled - was this just a litmus test? Was Beatrix a mole from the start to get to me and thus to Romeo Kaboom? Papa Booze watches curiously as Beatrix leaves the room. "We knew from the start that the former ringmaster wasn't going to leave without trying to fuck us over. All cowards act like that. We knew it and that's why we needed to know his criminal structure, his accomplices, his logistics in trying to rob us. By contacting you months ago, he gave himself away and condemned himself. You will contact him again, promising him more information, you will get all his contacts and then you will... get him out of the way. It will be the only way to save your life. Beatrix has taken a liking to your cock, and we've promised her not to hurt you. By refusing to confess Beatrix's whereabouts for hours on end and trying to protect her from us, you have shown us that you can still be useful. A bodyguard, who has just entered, cuts my bridles, and offers me a glass of water. "Get dressed, we expect to hear from you soon” I leave the room massaging my aching wrists, feeling very lucky to be alive. As I leave Madame Le Noir through the back door, I catch a glimpse of a luxury limousine pull up in the alley and a famous actress in red heels enters the front door.

Epilogue

The sweeping views of Madrid from the loft are spectacular. The night is cool after a light drizzle. Zoé is lying in her bathtub, enjoying the bubbles and a bottle of 2008 Louis Roederer Cristal Brut. Roger, Pawel and Gualter have just left. Just an hour ago, Roger licked her to a fifth consecutive orgasm in her expensive bubble bath while Pawel devoured her luscious chocolate-colored tits with wide aureoles with an almost religious dedication. Gualter kept kissing every inch of her smooth neck. Then Pawel penetrated her with his monstrous cock, while grabbing her ankles with both hands. It is absolutely forbidden to cum on or inside Zoé. No one cums here but her. If any of her muscled men were tempted to ejaculate, all three of them would be fired immediately. She determines the times, she decides who cums and when in her loft. They are mere tools for her enjoyment. Reduced to cocks and tongues at her service and enjoyment. It would be a nuisance to have to replace them, but not impossible and it wouldn't be the first time either.

After reaching her orgasm, she sends them out the service door. Naked of course, they'll get dressed later. Zoé reserves that little whim of seeing their shapely backs and appetizing asses as they leave without comment, still with their cocks stiff as masts swinging from right to left.

The lift door opens, and Papa Booze requests permission to enter the loft. "Come in Papa Booze, I'm on the terrace, were you able to take care of our little mishap?" asks Madame Le Noir curiously even though she knows the answer. "Of course, we will shortly get hold of Romeo Kaboom's entire contact book and shortly afterwards he will suffer a little mishap that will confirm to him that no piss Madame Le Noir's off. It was very clever of us to make him think he was smarter than us," confirms Papa Booze. "Perfect, come to me." Zoé stands up, revealing her breasts covered in fine foam like cream tarts topped by two exceptionally perfect nipples. "You are an exceptional man, Papa Booze. You perform your duties without complaint, and you have never let me down. Of course, I am aware of your dalliances with your ex-partners, Jacinta, and Marina, and how you continue to fuck them regularly. As I also know that your esteemed right-hand woman at the main bar, Danica, eats your huge cock every day before she starts her shift. The explosiveness of your cum on her face and tits is admirable. I know all that for a fact," she comments amused. "For today I only require one last task from you before your shift ends... take out your cock. I wish to see it." Papa Booze obeys without complaint. No one contradicts Madame Le Noir, especially not on a day as special as today. "Exactly, as you well know, a stiff cock can't lie. You've been wanting to fuck me since the first day you saw me. Your eyes don't know how to lie and neither does that horse cock you have for a dick. Tonight, I'll let you fuck me. I want you to do it like one of your dear friends. No mercy, no mercy, no mercy. Maybe you can cum in my tight black pussy, maybe I'll let you watch as your cum floods me and overflows into my cunt. Maybe on my face, splashing in my hair. Who knows?"

Papa Booze doesn't say a word and starts undressing. Zoé leans back in the tub, bites her lips, and finishes her glass of expensive champagne.

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