Same Shit, Different Day

I woke up to the same problems as before. Also to a text from Kianna. Her new closet hadn’t arrived, so she went with shirt no pants:

I couldn’t complain. Below that was a rather confusing explanation of the arguments that Verse 33:50 of the Quran authorizes taking concubines.

That was a nice reminder that I wasn’t powerless. I headed off to work, taking the long way around and confirmed for myself that the brothel was still there. Then headed in. I dropped my laptop in the locker and got to work. I had **** in the matter due to Work Bitch. Though that did mean that I mostly forgot about my problems…which was disturbing. I did manage to tag a platter, but that was all I could manage as I couldn’t leave my work area.

But there wasn’t that much work actually to do, besides watch. So I wrote up (long hand, no computers) my proposal for ‘movie night’ and dodged Frannie, which wasn’t fucking easy, or even possible. Fortunately, Work Bitch did let me talk to my boss and didn’t change how I did it…so I played dumb, like I was looking forward to our ‘work drinks’ on Wednesday and dodged most of her questions digging around for someone to ****. I did mention I’d started seeing someone and made a few politely phrased suggestions that I might pay for it on the side.

If she went after Kat…well, not my problem, but Diamond I needed to protect.

I think it worked. I did get her to agree to go over my proposal with me on Wednesday, which gave me a +7 SP (Frannie -17) guess she really didn’t like it, or helping, but she’d say anything to get me in position. If I could have thought of anything else, I would have pushed, but I couldn’t.

I got out of the asylum and instantly felt better. And remembered Parley…could I negotiate a deal with her? Only if I was fucking conscious…If I could get her to positive submission, that would obviously help, but it wouldn’t change her nature, not unless I got real lucky with her checkpoint.

And my brain circled the problem of the pimp…

Fortunately, meeting Diamond rather pushed all those thoughts out of my head. When I got into the hotel, I felt my dick harden :

We did the preliminaries, disease test and quickly going over safe words. She actually gave me the tester, which was nice. It was an expensive piece of hardware. And one I could use on other targets to assuage concerns until I could buy disease protection…

Then she asked for the money…and I realized this was a mistake. I had an envelope with no cash in it, but it looked right. I was fine with that, but the reminder…plus I may have been a bit messed up by Work Bitch’s influence

I tried to play it off, but Diamond wasn’t dumb and was perceptive. Before I even got us into the scene, she asked what was going on.

I told her. Not the app, obviously, or even about Francine, just that a friend of mine was in trouble with a pimp, but he was protected. I needed to do something, but couldn’t figure out what.

After a long conversation about not doing anything stupid, she gave me a suggestion I never would have thought of. Insurance and zoning. The place was supposed to be an apartment building. That’s what it was zoned and insured for.

But that would take time…except that Gotham Insurance insured that whole block. The whole area, actually. They were the only ones selling affordable policies, because they were being subsidized by Wayne Corp, to keep the workforce able to live in Gotham.

They did inspections to make sure they weren’t getting screwed. She could arrange for the place to be inspected.

“If it’s as obvious as you say, my inspector will note it, turn down a bribe, report it and we’ll pass it along. The Gotham PD can’t ignore that. No one’s getting arrested, but they’ll at least have to shut down for a while. Would that help?”

“That would be great! But this place is connected to the Penguin. You’ll need to be careful.”

“I’ll put my best man on it.”

“I want you to promise you’ll only do it if there’s no way for it to be traced back to you.”

“I’m in charge of the investigators, this is literally my job.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise.” +1 SP (Diamond: +90) Weird, why would that give me submission?

Because she wanted to help me no matter what, so promising not to…

I kissed her.

I fu--made--look, we had sex, had a good time and she agreed to resume sending me her fantasies. I slept that night like a baby.