Epilogue, day 146: Audrey

Audrey was double-checking this week's accounts, nodding in satisfaction. The profits were slightly lower than last week's, but revenue was up for the... tenth or eleventh straight week? Something like that. At this rate, their investment in the second floor would pay for itself before the end of the cycle. Lucas would be pleased.

"Nnnn..." she moaned. She tried to remain focused, but it was hard.

She snuck a hand beneath her desk and curled her fingers in the whore's hair, yanking her forwards. "Come on, lick, bitch."

It was one of the perks of her position. For the life of her, she couldn't remember why she ever doubted whether she wanted to be a brothel madam. She tightened her grip on the girl underneath her, ignoring the weak complaints as she climbed ever closer to her climax. It was not like the slut could do anything to stop her mistress anyway, with her arms tied tightly behind her back, with belts around the wrists, elbows, as well as right below the shoulders.

With one final thrust against the the poor girl's face, Audrey came, spraying her with her womanly juices. She slumped back into her chair, grip slackening.

"C-can I go now, mistress?"

Audrey waved her hand dismissively. As the girl left her office, arms still rigidly bound, Audrey never even noticed her licking the girlcum from her lips like it was a delicious nectar. If she had, she might've finally figured out why the girl kept misbehaving, no matter how often or how long Audrey punished her.