Chapter 69

The rain against your bedroom window had slowed to not much more than a gentle patter. Turned to rainbow-edged jewels by a broken-through sun which cast themselves across the bed in miraculous refraction.

Your customers watched these play across your naked body in comfort and contentment, wrapped up in each other's arms and the afterglow of their secondhand climaxes. While you were left face down and exhausted, semen dribbling from your rear in sordid proof of your role as their go-between.

"Thank you for bringing me here, Esmerelda…" Sighed the older of the two. "This was certainly an enjoyable experience."

"No problem, Daddy. I just knew you'd like it!"

The younger client idly prodded at your face with a toe, resting her bare feet and legs on top of you.

"What shall we tell Mummy we've been doing?" She asked, gazing up at her parent with adoring eyes.

"I don't think it really matters, Cherub… It was her idea we 'spend more time together', after all. We can tell her whatever you like."

'Esmerelda' seemed lost in thought for a moment, though continuing to knead the painted digits of her foot into your flesh, as if you were now nothing more than a cushion.

"Why don't we say that you're teaching me to play golf down the club? That way we could even come out here once or twice a week! …if you wanted?"

The hopefulness in her voice gave away just how much she wanted such a regular schedule to come into being. The young woman's father smiled at such open desire to share this experience with him again.

"That sounds like a very good idea Poppet… I'm sure Daniel at the front desk would be more than happy to tell her we're out on the course and would pass on any messages if she called. He's very discreet."

A hint of surreptitious tease entered the teenager's voice when she heard this. “Oh, I know he is Daddy… I’ve tried to phone up to find you before, too… Sandra says there’s a secret room beneath the clubhouse where all sorts of things go on. She says she managed to sneak down there once and saw naked people tied up and in cages.”

Her father snorted in what sounded like humoured derision… but made no great attempt to deny such accusations.

“Oh, you shouldn’t listen to everything that girl says…” He offered a little wink however. “We certainly don’t have any treats so sweet as what you’ve found, my darling. I just love that this place has been set up right next door to that puritanical idiot Stevenson's. I bet he can't stand it! I bet he's seething every second!"

You could practically feel the glow radiating out from the girl’s beaming grin at that. Such praise for her whore-finding talents was clearly all she dreamt of in life. She dug her toes even further into your back in subconscious glee.

"Em says he's been yelling down the phone all week, but the cops keep saying they 'haven't got the resources'."

Her father's childish glee at this was wide and evident. Whoever 'Stevenson' was, the relationship between the two men had clearly progressed toward pettiness and abject hatred.

"Well we'll have to make sure it stays that way… Or finally have a few fine officers come out and find no signs of wrongdoing. I'm sure Commissioner Yates'd be interested in 'investigating' this place personally, once or twice, herself. She's got a helluva kinky streak, that one… Good wrist with a whip too, from what I've seen down the club."

It was beginning to become clear to you that these two strangers were not just your usual idle rich. Their blasé confidence came from those who held actual power.