The Art of Finesse: Mansion/Brothel Of Flesh...
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				Title: <strong>The Art of Finesse: Mansion/Brothel Of Flesh...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 02:20:54</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.exoticexcess.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/40-million-eco-friendly-mansion-in-andalucia-spain.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><em>Welcome to the Madame's Mansion &amp; Brothel rolled up into one. A place to enjoy the luxuries of debauchery away from any prying eyes and throw one's self in the bevvy of male and female flesh. Part of the Mansion is divided between the Madame's place of residence and the Brothel. In the Brothel, there are various rooms for clients to take their 'women/men' to private rooms. Each room may be themed to please just about any type of kink. Be aware of the Madame for she holds the power in this place. Piss her off and expect to get an stiletto heel to the ass and a banishment from the place. <br><br>In this Mansion, the yearly trading party will commence and the Madame has sought to have a Masquerade Ball to make the trading party even special than what it is now. Do not forget the rules of the Brothel and keep away from the Madame's private area in the house unless one wants a bullet between the eyes or a sore ass.</em></div><br><br><div align="center"><em>Placed over the front of the door held a list of rules to keep the Brothel running smoothly. The rules go as followed:<br><br>1. Pay first, then fuck.<br>2. Tips are always appreciated.<br>3. Respect the employees.<br>4. Most of all, respect the Madame of the Brothel.<br>5. Have fun and enjoy yourself.<br></em></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 02:22:19</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 02:22:30</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 02:23:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Themed 1 Bedrooms For The Clients To Enjoy</span></strong></div><br><div align="center">(http://www.cosmopolis.ch/images/rome/hotel_eden/Bedroom_Presidential.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em>Zeus Room</em></div><br><hr><br><div align="center">(http://farm1.static.flickr.com/38/104155918_5be3be5177.jpg?v=0)</div><div align="center"><em>Japanase-Style Room</em></div><br><hr><br><div align="center">(http://www.aluxurytravelblog.com/images/suites/hotelimperialroyalsuite2.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em>Prince Albert Room</em></div><br><hr><br><div align="center">(http://z.about.com/d/gonyc/1/5/_/V/RoyalSuiteMasterBedroom.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em>Queen Anne Room</em></div><br><hr><br><div align="center">(http://www.millenniumhotels.com/my/millenniumkualalumpur/img/Royal_Suite.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em>Queen Elizabeth Room</em></div><br><hr><br><div align="center">(http://www.geocities.com/idlewild_designs/roomimages/egyptian-bedroom-large.gif)</div><div align="center"><em>King Tut's Room</em></div><br><hr><br><div align="center">(http://www.geocities.com/idlewild_designs/roomimages/pinkturq-bedroom.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em>1001 Arabian Nights Room</em></div><br><hr><br><div align="center">(http://www.geocities.com/idlewild_designs/roomimages/israeli-bedroom.jpg)</div><div align="center">(http://Belly Dancer's Room)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 02:23:41</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 02:23:51</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 02:23:57</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 02:24:03</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 04:11:57</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 07:26:40</strong>
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				“Look, man – I’m not sure about this…”<br><br>Murky brown eyes turned from the sidegate, making Gabe’s words trail off with their cold annoyance. <br><br>The drug dealer turned towards him, leaning close so he could quietly snarl, “You need the money, right? Can’t get cold fucking feet about it now, at the motherfucking door. You ever want coke again, you’re gonna need this money. Grow some fucking balls!”<br><br>Gabe hated to be talked to like that, but the dealer was right. He’d had withdrawals since yesterday, and the fucker wouldn’t give him anymore because Gabe still owed him for the last hit. He looked down and lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”<br><br>The dealer – what was his name? Razor something – stared at him for another moment before he snorted, amused at something. “You’re gonna get that attitude rammed up your ass…”<br><br>Gabe glared at the dealer, who was grinning. His teeth were nicotine stained but even. “I’m not gonna be a fucking fag,” he said quickly, taking a step back.<br><br>Still grinning, the dealer lifted his hand in a soothing gesture. “Metaphysically speaking.”&nbsp; <br><br>“Metaphorically, you fucking idiot,” Gabe corrected. <br><br>The smirk vanished, but the aggressive glee in the man’s eyes didn’t die. “I might not have smarts, but I’m not as stupid as you are.” He waited for another retort, but Gabe was bristling in silence, not wanting to give the man any more satisfaction than he already had. The dealer turned back to the door and pressed the buzzer. <br><br>It was quite a place, not the alleyway pimp Gabe had suspected when he’d taken Razor Ed’s deal. Ed, that was it. <br><br>Still, he wasn’t going to suck cock, even if it was practically a palace compared to the studio apartment he’d rented since last week. He folded his arms and tried not to give into his urge to lean to a side and peer at the gardens.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 21:39:13</strong>
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				Another whore, another fucking dollar for the Brothel of Flesh. Right now, Kallista watched as a soon to be dead whore convulsed on the couch as the Eightball rotted her insides. She warned this bitch not to mix two types of drugs and to make sure the drugs was top quality but whores were known to be liars. Even if she got all of these men and women to piss in a cup and have her personal doctor make sure each of her money makers were healthy as can be on the drugs supplied to keep them going at all hours of the night there were a few who slipped up on their consumption. Take a look at this bitch writhing in pain as she foamed at the fucking mouth. She should have known better than to keep asking for another hit as she waited for a client but Kallista made the whore feel all better as she was the one to inject the cunt with the dirty Eightball. What? This Madame needed her stable of male and female prositutes to know she did not hesitate to take any of them out at the cost of losing a potential money maker because she could easily replace their asses with anybody off of the street.<br><br>Anybody off the street? Yes, most of these 'employees' were courtesy of the yearly trading party where she bought seveal runaways, strippers, drug addicts, any and every type of female brought into the place for the purpose of bringing money into the Brothel. When she had money in her pockets everyone was fucking happy. When Kallista had trouble with a whore, she brought in her goons to take care of business. However, with this druggie hooker, she wanted to be the one to take this cunt out of this fucked up world. People should know better than to take anything she offered without their being lines attached to the gift. This one assumed she was giving a free hit of an Eightball without remembering Kallista's dark nickname. <em>Bloody Black Widow</em> and this black widow used her methods of killing by combining cocaine, heroin with a sprinkle of Ajax and paprika. She wanted to give the hooker a nice one, two punch before she died and the bitch died very ugly on her couch. <br><br>"Get rid of the body and the couch, she stunk it up with her feces," she muttered, sneering as she found out the hard way once a person starts to go into shock and their insides are being burnt from the Ajax that the body releases its hold on every and any body fluids. The dead bitch bled from her nose, eyes, ears, started to vomit then it went into her pissing and shitting her new couch. She should have done this outside but there was the fact the female screamed throughout the slow torture of the dash of Ajax thrown into the drugs. If she had put a lot of Ajax, the bitch would have died within minutes but Kallista was one for drawing out pleasure and pain. Pain for the hooker but a huge amount of pleasure for her. Kallista was truly was a sick bitch but considering her twin was the sociopath of the two, she had to hand it to her twin. In fact, it was in Kallista's own need to see the death of the prostitute she missed a call from her twin. Such a shame.<br><br>Kallista of course felt the vibration of the phone against her hip but she chose to ignore it as she took a better look at the corpse of the female. She looked too pretty in death but when the whore was alive the bitch had a mouth on her. Kallista was the only one in the Mansion to have a fucking mouth and the whores who thought to speak out were soon given punishment. Punishments included but varied in severity of mistakes whippings, rapes, spankings, mutiliation, broken bones, beatings, dry drownings and the list went on because no one was going to stop this Head Bitch In Charge. She controlled those inside her place who sold their bodies for money and she planned on keeping control. Black widow's only problem stemmed from the law enforcement who were not bought with her money but wanted to take the organization of drugs and prostitution down. No one was taking her down without a bloody fight.<br><br>"Madame, there is an unexpected appointment downstairs. Two men, one a two bit drug dealer and he may have brought you someone to replace that one," the guard answered as he motioned to the stiffening corpse of the druggie slut. It seemed he was going to have to find another place to dump the buddy. His employer seemed to be in some sort of murderous fit but it could be from the fact she had to deal with lawyers over the unexpected death of her second husband. Unexpected death being the Madame's husband was found to have enough tranquilizers in his system to know out three elephants put together. The death was suspicious but she was nowhere near her husband at the time of his unfortunate demiss. With the death of the husband came the influx of his estate which totaled over one hundred million dollars. His employer always knew how to spot the rich bastards and sink her fangs into their wallets. He only hoped the next one was someone his employer could marry and get rid of in a matter of weeks instead of the months spent on this last husband. <br><br>"Bring them in...I need a new whore anyhow..." Let the games begin.
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				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>16-06-2009, 02:44:32</strong>
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				The town car pulled up to the front and a driver got out, opening the back passenger door. A pair of long toned legs slid from the car. The sounds of her four inch patent leather stilettos announced her exit from the dark tinted vehicle. As the driver helped her out his gaze traveled up her bare legs to the short hem of her turquoise cocktail dress. It fell tastefully just above her knee and fit well to her curved form. The sleeveless garb scooped low to show an abundance of cleavage and fit well to her backside showing off all her curves. <br><br>She chose this dress for the sheer fact it showed everything she had in the best light, without making her look like a common whore. Gracie was an escort, a companion, some might call her a call girl, but she was no common street trash. She didn’t dress like them and she didn’t act like them. She had class, well when situations called for it she did. She moved one black lace covered hand up to adjust her dark hair and smiled to the driver. She wore her hair in an under curled style akin to a 1940’s glam girl.&nbsp; Some men compared her to a modern day Betty Paige, though she didn’t see it. <br><br><strong>“Thank you.”</strong><br><br>She spoke quietly to the driver before she continued toward the door with her matching black leather clutch in hand. She always got a car and driver for these events. She couldn’t always afford it but when it mattered she made sure she had one. Tonight, however she didn’t intend on keeping this driver. He would go on his way back to wherever the company sends them, probably to pick up some politicians mistress. Another profession Gracie considered but found too distasteful. Funny that. A mistress distasteful, she almost laughed at her own thoughts of that formerly thought of profession. <br><br>She checked her dark red lipstick in her compact and powdered her nose before giving herself a couple light spritz of perfume and closed it all up in her bag. A deep red nail lifted up to press in on the doorbell as she smoothed over her dress and put on her most charming smile for whomever would answer. Invites to these functions were few and far between for girls like her, girls who didn’t have a set place of work. She was glad for contacts and references.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Alexander</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 02:16:57</strong>
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				From up the road, a civilian jeep drove up the long winding road to the mansion. Nathan being left to look at the very secluded surroundings with no small bit of awe. He knew his services had been sold to the organization that ran the mansion... Drug dealing, prostitution, the works. Though he had no real love for the law, in any way, shape, or form. His time in the military had all but taught him the only real way to get along in this world was to cut your path with your bare hands, and he did just that. Though his watcher didn't stop at the front door, instead pulling around to the side of the lavish estate, and stopping at a side entrance before looking to him. Nathans eyes met his, and his posture straightened, clearly recognizing the driver as his superior. He patiently waited, and the driver began to speak.<br><br>"you know that your services have been sold to the ones running this place. You will obey the owner of this mansion, follow their orders to the letter, and do as they ask, correct?" The man smiled widely, rewarded with a clean cut nod from Nathan. "As long as they pay us for your services, which is a relatively small fee, you will work for them. You need to disappear here for a long time, less the people who can prove your guild of old matters find you and get my prized worker locked away for the rest of his days. I'm sure you will make them much more money than they spent to get you, but I was desperate to get you out of The base in Europe." He nodded to the door, and Nathan got out of the jeep with nothing more than his Black jeans, white T shirt and a small army bag filled with other uniform looking clothes.<br><br>As the jeep drove off, leaving him here, a small smirk formed on his lips. He looked forward to this, perhaps more than anything. Who wouldn't? Well taken care of, employed to service women that payed the mansion for it, and whatever else they may want of him. It was paradise as far as he was concerned. Sitting up nights day after day in shoddy military lodgings with nothing to look forward to after business had concluded. He walked to the door of the mansion, and banged on it a few times. Slinging the bag over his shoulder, he stood straight to his rather impressive height. The T easily showed his cut body underneath, his military training and activities carving him into a rather attractive man.
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				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 00:30:07</strong>
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				Mean while, coming from the down town scene, Avé pushed the black gate remote atop her sunshade visor, and the iron gates of the mansion opened as she neared it. Allowing the SUV access through the long, picturesque driveway. The mansion was conveniently built far from the street side. Mira’s late husband didn’t like prying eyes scoping out his home. It seemed he himself was into more than their share of shady business ventures. <br><br>Soon, the rows of tall trees disappeared, and the mansion came into clear view. The driveway forked off into three separate directions. The middle lane would take her to the valet area, right up to the house. The left lane lead to the visitors parking. Where a few exotic bushes covered the cars, belonging to the ‘johns’ and dealers they had acquainted themselves with. <br><br>Veering off to the right, the fork in the road took her to a spacious concrete slab,&nbsp; Avé shifted gears. Reversed her SUV onto the giant rectangular stall that nestled in a conspicuous spot surrounded by high hedges. The unknowing bystander could have mistaken <em>that</em> as the Hummers parking stall, until Avé hit yet another remote control. This one taking the car down into the ground. The slab was a giant elevator that lead to the property’s underground garage, which housed countless modes of transportation the twins had collected over the years. <br><br>Taking her car to the area where the other SUVs were kept, Avé turned off the engine and pivoted in her seat. Looking at both girls, her eyes settled on Morgan. “Here we are.” She almost wanted to say ‘home-sweet-home’, but refrained from the cliché. For one thing, Avé didn’t really believe this place was her home. Most of the activity involved in the mansion was work related. And while she had her own room in a private wing, it still felt like a place of work. Because her job was an ongoing task of a more sinful form of babysitting.&nbsp; <br><br>Her boots clanked on the garaged floor as she walked to the elevator. Now that they were in the compound, Avé’s attentiveness dwindled a tad bit. If the girls didn’t want to spend the night in a cold and lonely garage, they needed to fall inline. Otherwise, the lockout elevator was going close for the night, and Avé to leave their asses down there until the next day. 
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				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 00:37:18</strong>
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				The drive took forever, Dee thought, and she had slumped over in her seat, eventually finding the asian girl's lap as a pillow. Either she didn't notice, was too shocked to move the drunken ho off of her, or just didn't mind, but Dee's head rested there for most of the ride, and she might have drifted off for a few moments even, but her eyes shot open when the hummer started descending by some sort of elevator mechanism.&nbsp; She sat up a bit, looking out the tinted windows... It was a huge elevator, well suited for the task of whisking their huger SUV into the underground parking garage. She smiled meekly at Morgan, and was feeling so frisky she might have leaned over and kissed the girl if Ave hadn't ushered them out of the car right then.<br><br>Dee followed closely at her mistress's heels, not wanting to be locked out... She had been told about how some of the ho's having to sleep on the cold concrete, and how some of the working men around the mansion would drag the sleeping girls away and have their way with them until the elevator was unlocked again... The cold ground sounded like heaven compared to that fate. 
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