"Oh God, If I'd known what was in that black vinyl covered room in the basement with the mirrored ceiling and about all that 'equipment' sitting in the room, I'd have let the son of a bitch shove his fuckin fist up my ass, never mind a little old finger and some black panties", Linda thought."Oh God, If I'd known what was in that black vinyl covered room in the basement with the mirrored ceiling and about all that 'equipment' sitting in the room, I'd have let the son of a bitch shove his fuckin fist up my ass, never mind a little old finger and some black panties", Linda thought. The memories flowed back with increasing detail, igniting fear in her brain and making her break out in a cold sweat (and starting the juices flowing in her pussy, much to her dismay). She stood up against the wall and let her mind race back to that night. Hilda, instead of hustling her upstairs to chew her ass out and slap her around, wheeled her past the stairs leading to the party rooms upstairs and hustled her down the stairs and into a room she had never seen before, across from the foot of the stairs, and had only heard fearful rumors about from the rest of the whores in the place. They didn't talk about it much and didn't care to, or so it seemed. She'd always wondered why. That night she found out...in spades! Hilda stripped her house coat off her and ripped her top and panties off almost in one motion with Linda still practically doubled over standing on her feet and her arm shoved up behind her back, almost to the top of her head, now. "You goddamn dumb whore!" screamed Hilda, "How many fucking times do I have to tell you I handle the assholes and you don't ever, ever hit em with anything unless they ask you to, UPSTAIRS!.... and then only after they've paid double for the "B&D and S&M Scene" trick!" "I'm tired of this shit from you, Linda!" "When I get through with you down here you are goddamn sure goin' to remember that, you little Delaware whore.....and when Chris, "The Rammer", finishes with you, after I get tired, you won't do shit unless you ask me or him first; bet on it, bitch!" About then Linda suddenly realized it was damn warm in that room. |