...Before the Storm

Elizabeth sat in Lamar's chair letting it spin halfway as she smoked another cigarette and drank a gin and tonic. Even for Lamar, this was late, she thought bitterly. She leaned back in the chair in the control room, flitting her eyes back and forth. That camera for one of the private rooms was on the fritz again, she noted.

Lamar came in an hour later. Elizabeth stilled her complaints, knowing they wouldn't be received with anything other than a bitch slap. She smelled Lamar's cock as she undid his trousers. New perfume. New pussy.

"We got a new bitch?" Elizabeth asked warily. But she wrapped her lips around Lamar's cock anyway, sucking it hungrily, as she was trained too.

"Mmmhm," Lamar grunted. He sat back, letting his bitch wash his cock with her mouth. "Nastya."

"Nastya?" Elizabeth said, wrinkling her nose. "Sounds odd."

"Russian," Lamar said. "Real name's Lyudmila or some shit."

She continued washing her owner from his cockhead to his thighs to his asshole, but a chill raced down her back all the same. Lamar never bothered remembering the real names of the girls here. This was something more than just a bitch. It was competition.