Let Merve have her

"Unfortunately, Polly, Tina did a very good job. Otherwise I'd be pounding each one of your holes." I purred, petting her hair. "I'd make it so you couldn't walk out of here. And maybe I'll still do that, if I feel up to it later. Until then, looks like Merve gets..."

"Merve?" She grimaced in disgust.

I opened the door and hollered for him, and he came up quickly. Merve was much shorter than me, probably just 5'3", but easily twice as wide. He was a strong man, beefy. His head was shaved, smooth and reflecting light. "Yeah, Boss?"

I waved to Polly, and exited the room. I then went into my hidden office, the only door to it was available only to my own personal room, and sat on a couch to watch.

Merve already had her undressed, she was dancing for him with little enthusiasm. She rubbed her breasts over his face, and he stuck out his tongue to taste her skin. Quickly he pulled off his shirt, revealing a large chest and belly covered in curly red hair. Pulling down his pants his cock was covered in similiar hair. The dick was, I'd say average, very thick, roughly five inches. "Suck it, bitch, suck it." He moaned. Polly went down on it, all of it in her mouth was no problem.

Merve was generally not allowed to taste my ladies, but this wasn't the first time I'd used him as punishment. The rascal in his pants could last for hours if he wanted it to. After a half hour I start getting bored with the same woman, I don't know how he can do it.

Soon Merve had her bent over and was pounding his cock into her, and I went downstairs. My girls were working hard, flirting and tempting the guests. The downstars was a bar, most of the customers only came in to talk and drink, the ones with enough coin got to go upstairs with a girl.

"Boss, over here." Nelson, our bartender, hissed at me. "We got a girl hanging out in the kitchen. Says she'll wash dishes or something in exchange for something to eat and maybe a bit of money."

"This seems like something you could handle. You know if you need a bit of extra help tonight I don't mind, just as long as she isn't seen." We got beggars occasionally, transiants and bums passing through who needed one thing or another.

"I thought you might want to see her."

I raised my eyebrows, "Oh...well, yes, I will then."

What I found in the kitchen wasn't what I expected. I expected a travel worn beggar, half-starved. What I found was a beautiful young woman, a bit petite, yes, but well taken care of. Her skirt was snug around her small waist, flowing around her knees. Her blouse was tucked in, her breasts pressing against the fabric were round and full. When she turned to see me they moved a bit too much to tell me she wore no bra...great tits.

"Hi, I'm Sara."

"Yes, hello. I'm the owner. So, Nelson tells me you're willing to help out for this evening."

"Yes, sir."

"I must ask...you don't seem like the kind of woman who'd be out on her own, in a place like this."

She nodded, "You'd be right. Um, to be honest with you, I'm running away from my fiance. He took just about everything I had, lost it on a bad business venture. I'm just looking for...a new start."

"You are aware of what this place is, aren't you?" I asked, crossing my arms while I looked at her.

"Yeah, I figured it out pretty quick."

"Okay, here is the deal. I can offer you room and board, fair pay for the work that you do. And you can stay as long as you like. Are you interested?"

She tugged at her sleeves nervously, "What kind of work are you suggesting, sir?"