Hi all. I must apologise for adding no blogs for weeks. I would like to correct that by adding a series of sections from a story – currently work in progress – which I hope you will enjoy.
It was four-thirty a.m. when Albert alerted Maci to the sound of sirens getting a little closer than usual. A Valentine’s night party event for the well to do of Australia’s east coast was to have been an unforgettable experience. Batons hammering against the thick oak doors would leave many memories which the majority of guests would never forget.
Maci’s Boudoir and Parlour had taken months of research and planning, from premises to décor to staff requirements to recruitment, no stone would be left unturned, nothing was left to chance.
Maci scoured Brisbane, already being a bit of an expert on the more erotic side of life in Queensland, in time finding a somewhat run-down waterfront warehouse. Queen Sassie Lewis accompanied Maci on her initial voyage of discovery. They arrived outside the building at 9.00 for a viewing of the property along with Albert. Albert Coxhead was a junior partner in a property leasing company, fed up with his job and looking for somewhere he could use his talents.
He was, in the lady’s eyes, drop-dead gorgeous. Sassie had a few other descriptions but mainly, her words were that she could fuck him to death while Maci was a little more restrained and merely wanting to chew on his cock for a few hours. A couple of smiles and a hand on Queen Sass’s ass and he was going nowhere soon, they took an arm each, nodded to each other and allowed him to guide them around the building.
“Albert, would you take us upstairs please? Oh, and what sort of position are you looking for?”
Maci’s grip on his arm gave him more than a subtle hint of how he should respond.
“Miss Dillon and Miss Lewis….”
“It’s Maci and Sass please, forget the formalities. You were about to tell us what position you prefer.”
“I was.” He replied with a lecherous grin.
“Ladies, these days a man has to be proficient in any position. I can guarantee satisfaction every time. Are you offering me a job?”
“Now that depends Albert. We’re not ready yet, there’s a lot of work to do. This place for example, so many things to consider. How much are you asking?”
He led them to a third floor window, looking out across the river facing north with the city in the background and sunlight all day long.
Sassie’s jacket was draped over the back of one of the four dusty old chairs left behind by previous occupants. She walked across in front of him just inches from his face, her hand running across his chest and flicking his tie.
“We’re looking for a boudoir Albert, this looks perfect. A parlour and bar on the floor downstairs along with a gaming room and ground floor reception, office, kitchen etcetera. We need a team, we need creative people, reliable people and mostly sexy people. Could you fuck me, here, now in front of Maci? Could you fuck Maci when you’ve finished with me?”
Hope you enjoy reading the story of Brisbane’s notorious Parlour – to be continued