1. OffWorld Slave Girl - Chapter 7


    Date: 9/4/2015, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: Reddead2010, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    her day off, so I can’t speak with her until next week.” “Why don’t you just go there?” I asked. “I can’t get inside the place,” he explained, “They will only allow men with a pleasure-slave owner’s card. You have one don’t you sir?” I did. I had received one when I bought Melora, my first pleasure-slave. All high-end brothels insisted on seeing this card for entry to their establishments. I guess it kept out those who couldn’t afford the delights within. “What would I say to her?” I said. “You could tell her we made a mistake,” he explained, “That I could come back with the money they gave us, that maybe they would cancel the agreement.” “I don’t know,” I said, “I’m sorry for your trouble, really I am. But I can’t get involved in anything between you and your wife.” “Please sir, please I beg of you,” Chad pleaded. I did think however, it might be fun to check out this Dirty Wives Club. Maybe they had some nice women working there. I guess I could check it out, and while I was there do my employee Chad a favour. But I really didn’t want to get into long conversations with his wife about the mistakes they had made. “I tell you what Chad, you write her a letter, and I’ll deliver it to her, okay?” I told him. “Will you take it there today sir?” he pleaded, “Before anything can happen?” I understood, he wanted his message to be heard by his wife before some rich guy got to take her to bed. I didn’t have anything planned for the rest of the day, so I figured why not. “Alright ...
    Chad, write your letter, and I’ll take it over there this afternoon,” I said. “Thank you sir, thank you, I owe you one,” finally cheering up, grabbing a pen and paper and beginning his letter to his wife. I left him to it in the office, and went and chatted a while with one of the super-rich customers to my store. Twenty minutes later Chad reappeared with his letter sealed in an envelope, and the business card of the Dirty Wives Club. He thanked me again as I left the store. I took a taxi over to the other side of the city. On the way I called the Dirty Wives Club number on the business card. I spoke to the manager Theresa. I explained I was a new customer on my way there; that I had been told about the Dirty Wives Club from a friend, but I wasn’t sure of their opening hours. Theresa explained they officially opened at 1pm, but if I arrived earlier I was welcome to have a drink in their bar. I arrived at the Dirty Wives Club just before 1pm. It was a medium sized complex, with a large central villa style building at the centre, where the entrance was. Off this, inside the compound walls, were several other smaller bungalow villas. It was all beautifully styled, with pools and palm trees. I walked up to the entrance, there was certainly no sign saying ‘Dirty Wives Club’, it was all very discreet, as these types of places usually were. At the entrance the large villa door opened and an attractive Hispanic looking lady in her late thirties greeted me. “Theresa?” I asked. “Yes, so ...
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