Dark Erotic Fiction

In the morning, George Johnson rose and went into the bathroom, leaving Delia and Elizabeth on the bed. Delia wasn’t restrained, but Elizabeth remained tethered by a chain to her collar. Elizabeth asked, “Why am I chained when you aren’t?”

Delia responded, “Because that’s the way your owner wants it. They usually keep new slaves restrained more than slaves that have been here for a while. I was restrained a lot when I was new here.”

Elizabeth seemed to accept this explanation. “Well, at least he didn’t wake us up for sex.”

Delia laughed. “Either you were exhausted, or you can sleep through anything. He mounted me about 2 AM and gave me a good, solid fucking, which I enjoyed.”

Shortly after that, he came back into the room and told Delia, “Let her loose. You two do what you need in the bathroom. The three of us will shower together in five minutes.”

As he said, they were all in the large shower in five minutes. The water was pleasantly warm, and Elizabeth was feeling a little less put-upon, until he took two pairs of stainless steel handcuffs from a hook on the wall of the shower and said, “Here, Delia, put a pair of these on Elizabeth, then cuff yourself. In front.”

Elizabeth found that Delia was quite accomplished at cuffing girls. She was almost immediately bound, as was Delia. Delia was smiling, and Elizabeth couldn’t figure out why. He interrupted her thoughts by saying, “OK, girls, wash me.”

She had resented being called ‘girl’ for years, but she decided that making a scene about it was unwise. She took some soap and started rubbing it over his body, while Delia washed his short-cropped hair. The two of them washed him starting near the top and working their way down. Delia took extreme care to wash his pubic region thoroughly, rinsing it several times, then giving it a final once-over with her mouth. When they were done washing his feet, he said, “Wash each other.” Elizabeth washed Delia’s hair, and Delia washed Elizabeth’s hair, then they both washed each other’s bodies. Elizabeth didn’t spend any extra time on Delia’s breasts or pudenda, but Delia spent a lot of time on Elizabeth’s. Elizabeth was gasping in pleasure when Delia finished. Mr. Johnson grinned; Delia noticed his erection. “Delia, you need more washing. Elizabeth, wash Delia’s breasts and pussy the way she washed yours.” Elizabeth did so, obviously giving Delia pleasure. Mr. Johnson’s erection was even stiffer when she was finished. He reached up and brought down a chain with a snap hook on the end. Elizabeth hadn’t noticed it before, but she noticed several of them up there now, along with several rings on the walls, apparently to attach slaves to. He snapped the chain onto Elizabeth’s cuffs, then put her against the wall and pulled on the other end of the chain, forcing Elizabeth’s arms above her head. The chain seemed to be on a ratchet device; when he let go, it didn’t loosen up. He grabbed Elizabeth by the hips and raised her so her pussy was at the right height, the told Delia, “Pull the chain.” Delia did so, taking out the slack. He let go of Elizabeth, letting her hang from her handcuffs, and turned to Delia. “Put a condom on me.” She put on the condom. He asked her, “What’s wrong with you and that pout?”

“You are going to fuck her rather than me.”

“It’s not the most comfortable way to get fucked.”

“No, but it is being fucked.”

“I’ll be sure to get you fucked again soon, Delia.” That seemed to make her happier.

He turned back to Elizabeth, grabbed her hips, and told Delia, “Guide me in.” Delia deftly aimed his cock at its target, and he buried himself within the pussy, then started slamming away, making a loud slapping sound at each impact. Elizabeth was not comfortable, but still found the sex exciting. She wondered why; she hadn’t been all that excited about sex with her husband in years. She decided to think about that later and tried to respond to his hammering. The only way she could was by trying to squeeze his cock with her vagina. She couldn’t tell whether he could feel it. Soon, too soon for her, he climaxed and stood still in the shower, still embedded within her. He soon caught his breath and pulled out, leaving her hanging by the handcuffs again. At least, she thought, he had let her down easy so that her wrists didn’t absorb the impact of her weight stopping. He reached up to some mechanism that she couldn’t see and unlocked the ratchet, letting her slide to the floor. He removed the snap hook from the handcuffs, then turned to Delia. “Take off the condom and clean me.” Delia immediately dropped to her knees and pulled off the condom, then used her mouth to clean off the remnants of the sex. She rinsed him with water after that.

“Very good, ladies. Get me dried off and then you two can dry each other.”

Shortly after that, he was out of the bathroom getting dressed. The two slaves dried each other, taking longer than usual because of the handcuffs. They came out of the bathroom and stood in front of Mr. Johnson as he was finishing dressing.

“You are looking good, ladies. Here, Delia, let me help you.” He unlocked Delia’s handcuffs. “Be sure to put those special handcuffs back in the shower. Get her cuffed and leashed and then go on to breakfast. Check in with Joan for your assignments.” He drew Elizabeth to him and rubbed her pussy with his hand. “You did very well last night, Elizabeth. I enjoyed the encounter, and the one we had this morning. I could also tell that you were upset with some parts, but kept still about it. You may settle in faster than I thought to slavery and working here. You got good reviews yesterday and made quite a bit of money for the bar. Keep it up.” He kissed Delia on the cheek and said, “As always, Delia, it was a delight to be with you.” He left the room, and Delia got her handcuff key from the table by the door to replace Elizabeth’s in-front handcuffs with the regular ones behind her back.

During this transition, Elizabeth said, “You would have liked to take my place in the shower, hanging from handcuffs?”

“For another fuck, sure. I would have wrapped my legs around him to pull him into me.”

“I would think you would get enough of sex, sucking cocks all of the time.”

“No, I don’t. Sucking them only makes me want them in my pussy more. It’s funny, but it’s true. The slaves in this bar are the horniest bunch I’ve ever been around. We suck, we play with each other, but most of us crave being fucked. I can’t explain it. I’d willingly go on an ass-pipe to get fucked.”

“An ass-pipe? What’s that?”

“The slave stands with her feet spread apart and strapped down. They shove a big dildo in her rear and force it in deep, then put a pipe between the dildo and the floor, usually pushing her up. After an hour or so, the man comes in and fucks her standing up. Her hands are usually bound above her head for all of this. The waiting time is what makes it painful, I’ve been told.”

“Someone here has been on that?”

“A slave he bought from another bar. No matter what you think about being a slave here, it’s better than almost any of the other suck bars. Even our black-collar slaves live better than suck slaves at other bars. Slave brothels are even worse for most slaves in them. That reminds me — Mr. Johnson is going to expand the bar and start a fuck business. If there is a market for attractive older women doing sucks, there is probably a market for attractive older women doing fucks. You may be in line for that. I expect that his fuck slaves would do better than other fuck slaves.” After imparting that wisdom, Delia led Elizabeth to the chow hall by her leash. Elizabeth was chewing on what she had heard about it being better here than other places slaves, then started thinking about how much she hated being led around on a leash.

“Will I always be on a leash?”

“Probably not. I was for a while after my arrival, but I behaved myself and did what I was told, and soon enough I was uncuffed and off leash most of the time, except when I was sucking. I hadn’t been a slave long before I came here, so it was an introduction to slavery as well as an introduction to being a suck slave in a bar. It will be the same for you. I’m sure that if you behave and suck well, they will ease up in a few weeks. I know that if you don’t behave or don’t suck well, you will be punished, and the punishments are real punishments that hurt and degrade you. You don’t want them.”

“Worse than that shock dildo on the suck trainer?”

“Far worse.”

“I’ll try to be good, then.”

Delia again left Elizabeth attached to a floor chain while she got them food, then gave Elizabeth one hand free to eat with. Elizabeth saw another slave handcuffed behind her back being fed a meager breakfast by another black-collar slave. “What’s up with that?”
Delia looked over at the scene and said, “I don’t know. She probably broke a rule and is being cuffed all of the time for a while. One black-collar tried to get away once, and I saw her being fed like that, and then I saw her whipped.” Delia didn’t go into how she herself had been whipped just after that as part of her introduction to slavery. Elizabeth just shuddered. After breakfast, Delia cuffed Elizabeth again and took her to the nearly-abandoned white-collar waiting area and locked her leash to a chair. “Sit here while I find out what to do with you.”

Delia walked into the office. She realized that just a few weeks before, she would not have been able to come here. As limited as her freedom was now, it was better than it was before. Several green collar slaves that ran black-collar security had seen her and didn’t interfere with her walking through the bar. She saw Joan and said, “Mr. Johnson told me to find you and get my assignment and Elizabeth’s assignment for the day.”

Joan looked up and smiled at Delia. “Have a seat. I’d like to talk with you.” Delia sat, thinking that Joan looked relaxed and happy. “Have you read the green-collar book and the floor operations guide?”

“Yes. Louise lent them to me and I read them each several times. I’ve also read the waitress guide and the red-collar guide.”
Joan grinned. “Horrors! The top-secret red-collar guide in the hands of a white-collar! Call the FBI!”

Delia and Joan both laughed. “I’m a secret agent from another bar, trying to get the secret of the perfect suck.”

Joan laughed even harder. “There’s no secret there. One man’s perfect suck is another man’s waste of time. We just play the percentages. The reason I asked is that we have a shortage of leadership and brainpower around here, and you are progressing nicely. You were in college, in business courses, and you have adapted well to life and work here. Your leading worked out well.”
“That’s just hauling suckers out and bringing them back, with a little data entry.”

Joan looked serious. “Not really. The leader is almost as important in the process as the sucker. She sets the respectful mood, provides a female body for the customer to look at while being sucked, since the sucker is mostly out of sight, and thanks the patron for his business. Most suck bars don’t use leaders; they just send suckers out on the floor for waitresses to guide to customers. That neglects both the serving of drinks and the delivery of sucks. Believe it or not, sucks are not the big profit center of the bar. Alcohol is the profit center. Sucking is used to bring people in. Sucks do provide revenue, and good revenue, but the biggest benefit to the bar of offering sucks is to sell more alcohol.”

Delia mulled that over while Joan consulted some papers. “I want you to continue working like a green collar today, leading suckers. I would also like you to talk to green-collars and waitresses to understand the jobs they do, as an extension of your education. Where is Elizabeth?”

“She’s fastened to a chair in the white-collar waiting area.”

“Good. How did she please Mr. Johnson? For that matter, how did you please Mr. Johnson?”

“He didn’t have any complaints about either of us. He seemed really happy with Elizabeth, and he liked his one episode with me.”

“Jealous, are we?”

“Yes. He told me he’d get me fucked soon.”

Joan grinned. “I’ll help on that one. Do you remember me giving you Neil’s phone numbers?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“When I took them from him, I told him there would be a price. He came in last evening, and since you were busy, I had him pay me. Boy, did he pay me. I’ll arrange for you to have the Fuck Room or the Service Room when he is available.”

Delia didn’t know whether to be happy about getting access to Neil, or angry about him fucking Joan. Joan knew it. “Don’t get upset about it. I shared my boyfriend with you when I went off with Mr. Johnson. You were with Mr. Johnson, I was horny, and he was horny. You like Jim fucking you. I proposed that Neil and you join Jim and me as a couple and that the men could share slaves. I know that Jim wouldn’t mind. I figure that after you have had Neil for a while, you won’t mind either. He is a really good fuck.”
Delia finally grinned. “He really is a good fuck. So is Jim. I’ll go along with your plan, as if I really have any choice in the matter.”
Joan looked at Delia with a serious expression. “You are a valuable slave here. If you were unalterably opposed to it, I would have to take your objections seriously. It would be likely that Neil would refuse if you didn’t want to. It is an important part of slave management to realize when pushing too hard is the wrong thing to do.”

Delia was taken aback. “Yes, Joan.”

“Did you have any other questions or problems?”

“What should I do with Elizabeth?”

“If she has had breakfast, take her to the white-collar dorm and get her a bunk. She can stay there until mid-afternoon, when we’ll put her back on suck duty. The dorm supervisor will see to her needs, and Elizabeth can see to the supervisor’s needs.” They both smiled, knowing that the dorm supervisor’s needs always involved a female tongue.

“I also thought about the RFID implants. I heard about it when that black collar was whipped before me. Elizabeth isn’t covered by the slave-detection system, even if it only covers a few doors.”

Joan smiled. “Good thinking, both in asset protection and in the limits of that asset protection. We’ve put the sensors in a few more places since then. We will catch almost all runaways now. Not you, of course, seeing as you don’t have the RFID implant, but almost all. I’ll take care of Elizabeth later today.”

“Why didn’t you shoot one of those things into my butt?”

“You aren’t our property, and you weren’t considered likely to try to escape. If you ran off, you were your father’s problem, and he could deal with whipping you. You didn’t run, and you’ve been a good girl. So far. I need to have you lick me more.”

“Well, the bar doesn’t open for a few hours. Your room or mine?”

Joan replied, “My room.” She rose and headed for the door. “Meet me there after you deliver Elizabeth to the white-collar dorm.”

“Will you cuff me?”

“Do you need to be cuffed?”

“Not really.”

“Then probably not.”

Delia got Elizabeth and led her to the white-collar dorm. “This will be your living area. The bathroom and showers are over there,” she said, gesturing, “and the sleeping rooms are over there. This is the common room, where we have a television, books, magazines, newspapers, cards, and games. White-collar slaves that are in good status can use this room when they are off duty. We’ll show you the workout room later. All slaves are required to work out and maintain a sexually appealing appearance. The room I’m taking you to is the dorm supervisor’s office. She is in charge. She will assign you a sleeping room, where you will have a small storage area for belongings. During your off-duty time, you may converse with or play games with other white collar slaves. Feel free to engage in sexual behavior with them, as long as it is consensual on both sides. No white-collar slave can require you to engage in sex or other activities without authorization from an authorized slave. All green-collar, yellow-collar, and red-collar slaves can make you do just about anything, as of course Mr. Johnson can. The dorm supervisor is well known for requiring white-collar slaves to perform for her sexually. I expect that you will be doing so today before you go on duty.” Delia walked into the office, where she found a green-collar slave sitting in a chair with a white-collar slave performing oral sex on her. “Hi, Laura. I hate to interrupt, but I have a new slave for you.”

“You’re not interrupting. She can go right on with what she is doing while we talk. Who is the new one?”

“Laura, this is Elizabeth. We just got her yesterday. She’s been doing good work sucking. She is to remain cuffed or otherwise restrained until further instructions from Joan.”

“Just like you were. Where was she last night?”

“In the Fuck Room, with me, being used by Mr. Johnson.”

“I’d like to get some of that.”

“That’s not my department. Joan sent me to turn her over to you and have you deal with her until she goes on duty later in the afternoon. She needs a bed assignment, and, of course, lunch. She’s bathed already today. I think that Louise may get her to put her on the suck trainer sometime. And I heard that Mr. Johnson was going to have a different job for her this evening, but I don’t know when.”

“Okay. I’ll deal with her. They probably have a schedule set up on the computer and I’ll find it, or call Joan.” She looked at Elizabeth. “Sit in that chair and wait until I talk to you again. Delia, snap her leash into the hold-down.” After giving those instructions, Laura leaned back in the chair, closed her eyes, and gave all of her attention to the oral sex she was receiving.
Delia left Elizabeth to watch. Elizabeth was sexually aroused by the scene. Both Laura and the slave licking her were attractive women, and the caliber of the oral sex was quite high. Elizabeth found herself getting wet, but figured that she was unlikely to get any licking, and much more likely to be compelled to provide it. It didn’t bother her.

Finally Laura shook, then dismissed the slave. “Go to the gym and work out. You aren’t scheduled to suck until 7PM.”

She looked over at Elizabeth and said, “I’ll get you a bunk. We’ll set it up with a leg chain for now. Your roommates will be in charge of locking you down for the night. Do you have any belongings?”

“The only things that came with me were tennis shoes.”

Laura looked at a shelf at the rear to the room and said, “Those shoes?” She pointed at a pair of shoes on the shelf.

“Yes.”

“We’ll put them on your shelf in your room later. Most white collars that come in have more stuff than that.”

Elizabeth thought, my husband is probably throwing out all my stuff. What she didn’t know is that most of her stuff was either stored in the basement of her old home or sitting in boxes in the dock area of the bar. Joan didn’t feel the need to let her know about it until she was settled in.

Laura continued, as she stood and walked over to release Elizabeth’s leash from the hold-down, “Anyway, you have something else to do now.” She towed Elizabeth over to her chair and sat with her legs wide apart. “Get started.” Elizabeth knelt and started the licking without asking any questions.

Delia walked up to Joan’s room and stuck her head inside. “Hello, boss. Ready for me?”

“Yes. Come in, shut the door, and get started. I decided against handcuffs for you, by the way, as long as you please me.”

Delia smiled and got between Joan’s legs on the bed. This had turned into a ritual for them. Joan appreciated Delia’s style, and Delia didn’t mind doing it. She thought Joan was beautiful and she liked pleasing her. Delia also realized that making Joan happy was in her own best interest. It was a leisurely episode. Delia took half an hour to bring Joan off.

When it was over, Joan stretched and said, “When are you scheduled to be on suck duty?”

“This evening at 6.”

“You can get clothes on and leave the bar until 5, if you like. Go visit Neil and give him a nice present at lunch. You know where he works, right?”

“Yes, I do. Thank you.”

“If you don’t have any other place to go, bring him back here and use your room.”

“Wherever I have to go.” They both laughed, and Delia high-tailed it out of there to go to her room.

Half an hour later, she walked into an office and asked the receptionist to speak with Neil. Delia suspected the receptionist was a slave, but wasn’t sure why she suspected it. The receptionist directed her down a corridor, where she found a cubicle with Neil’s name on the wall. She poked her head in and found him staring at a spreadsheet displayed on a computer monitor. “Hi, honey,” she said.
Neil turned to see her and smiled broadly. “Hi yourself.” He stood and embraced her and kissed her. She melted into it. When it was over, he asked, “How long are you out?”

“Until 5.”

“I can take off now for a long lunch, but I have to be back here. It’s a shame I can’t be with you the whole time you are out. How did you manage to get out?”

“Joan liked what I did with her this morning, and I know she liked what you did with her last night.”

He looked sheepish, and she hugged him and said, “It’s OK. I got a good one last night, too. How many did you get?”

“Three.”

She looked at him and said, “Will you be able to pull a fourth one out of a hat?”

“Yes, but I won’t walk for a week afterward. Come with me.”

They walked out of the office building. He took a brisk pace down the sidewalk, away from Sucker’s. She asked, “If you like, Joan said we could use my room at the bar.”

“No need.”

“What? You want to do it outside in the park?” They were across the street from a nice downtown park that had no place for discreet trysts.

“No, unless that turns you on. This is my apartment building.” He opened the door and escorted her inside and up two flights of stairs, then into a nice apartment with a view of the park.

She asked, “No elevator?”

“There is one, but it is very slow, and I wanted to be in here with you, not inside a creaking metal box.”

“You really want to be inside some other box, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“Then drag me off to a bed, get my clothes off, and get cracking.”

He led her to a room down a corridor from the living room, opened the door, and bowed for her to enter. He closed the door, then stripped off his clothes as fast as he could.

She wasn’t far behind him. When she was naked, he threw her on the bed and jumped on top of her. After an intense round of kissing and groping, she managed to gasp out, “Condom, please.”

He dragged his body over to the side of the bed and grabbed a box of condoms, ripped one out, and handed it to her. She sat up, unwrapped it, and started to put it on him. He gasped out, “Maybe we should ignore these things and take a pregnancy as a freedom call for you from that bar.”

She had the condom all the way down on his cock. She gasped out, while pulling on his engorged cock to get it to her portal, “Would you accept the slave woman’s child?”

“As my dearest child, yes. To have you with me and to have a child would be great.”

She pulled him to her nether lips and guided him in. “Brave words from someone with no obligation.”

He stopped, cold, and pulled out of her.

“If that’s the way you feel about me, forget it.”

She was shocked. He was inserted into her, then pulled out over a disagreement?

“Please, Neil, please… I need you. I know you would accept a child. I’m still hurting over my previous .. male encounter. Please get back inside me! I need to be with you!”

He looked down at her, then kissed her, hard. She responded. He finally broke off the kiss and said, “Yes, I would accept a child. It seems that you aren’t ready for one, though. That’s OK. We need to establish our relationship further, it appears, and this is one way to help it along.” He pushed his penis against her, and somehow managed to aim it perfectly. He drove down into her in and slapped his torso against hers hard. She gasped, then grabbed him with her arms to keep him close, and wrapped her legs around him. She wasn’t going to let him out this time.

As she expected, the previous night had taken a lot out of him, but he rose to the occasion. It took a long time, and several orgasms for her, but he managed his own orgasm. It was a rather sweaty pair that made a nude trip to the kitchen to warm up leftovers for lunch. As they ate, she asked, “When do you have to be back?”

“I need to be there in 45 minutes. You can stay here as long as you like. When the meeting is over, I’ll rush back here, probably at about 4. Unless you want to go shopping or just look at the world outside the bar, stay here and take a long bath or something.”
She said, “I think I’ll take you up on the bath.” She hesitated, then continued, “I was afraid I was losing you when you stopped in there.”

“It irritated me when you dismissed my statement. I was going to stop the sex and have a discussion, but you mentioned your previous man problems and I realized that experience probably made it hard for you to take important statements as true. That, and those puppy-dog eyes you made, convinced me to go ahead. I’m glad I did.”

“Thank you. We suck a lot of cocks in that bar, and lick each other’s pussies, but most of us don’t get any cock where we want it. On top of that, it was you, who treated me well and wants me. It made me feel bad.”

“Well, don’t worry about it. Eat up; that place keeps you too skinny.”

“I like my figure, thank you very much. I limit my eating and work out a lot. Why do you say I’m too skinny?”

“Well, usually when a man says a woman is too skinny, he’s complimenting her on looking good.” Neil was furiously backpedalling.

She smiled. “Got ya. Thanks for noticing. I will eat up; the food isn’t bad at the bar, but it doesn’t vary much, and these leftovers are a great break.”

When they were done eating, Neil went to dress, and Delia followed him. He finished, gave her a long kiss and groped her breasts, and said, “I’ll be back around 4. There are some bath things in the bathroom closet that you might like, a present for a girl that I ended up not giving her. I hope it’s still good. Damn, I hate needing to go to that meeting.”

“Go. You need to have a good job to support me in the way I hope to become accustomed to.”

They kissed again, and he left. She locked the deadbolt behind him, then went in search of that bath.

George Johnson called his house slave, Penelope. “Hi. I’m bringing someone from the bar to help you serve dinner tonight.”

“Yes, sir.”

“She will be nude and wearing a helmet that covers everything but her eyes. I don’t want our guests figuring out who she is, at least not right away. You might recognize her, too.”

“Who is she, master?”

He didn’t require her to call him ‘master’, but it gave him a kick when she did it, and she knew it. “I won’t tell you. We’ll see how good the hood is at hiding her identity. You’ll be interacting with her, so you have a better chance. The guests may wonder why she’s hooded, but won’t have the clue I gave you. After dinner, we will withdraw as usual, and you and your assistant can eat and clean up, and you can have her for the night. Chain her when you might fall asleep; I’m not sure she won’t try to take off.”

“Yes, master. Who will be your swap slave?”

“You haven’t met her. She’s a waitress named Allison.”

“Oh, I have met her. She was the waitress for several of the sucks I did at the bar for your experiment. She’s gorgeous.”

“That she is. Billy will enjoy her, as I will enjoy Pamela.”

After he hung up, he saw Joan walk into the office. He called out to her. “Joan, come on in and sit down. We need to go over the latest financials.”

She walked in and sat. He noticed the smile on her face and the air of relaxation, and said, “You got yourself some, didn’t you?”

“Just a female tongue. After she was done, I let Delia out for the afternoon. Elizabeth is scheduled to suck from two to four, when you said you wanted to go home. Allison will be dressed then, and I told her that she can be in charge of getting the helmet on Elizabeth.”

“When should we tell Delia about her promotion?”

“I’m not sure. We can always use another good green-collar. The way you promoted Louise was fun, but it scared her half to death.”

“Yes, promotions should be fun. They are a reward. Well, think of something. Maybe her boyfriend could come in and announce it.”

“And screw her in front of the assembled slaves.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Or you could.”

“That might be fun, but it might not be a reward as far as she is concerned.”

“Delia? Once she got over the nudity, she has shown herself to be brazen. If it involves being fucked, she’ll be first in line to volunteer.”

“Well, think something up that she will enjoy and that won’t make her father or boyfriend mad.”

“OK. On other topics, how long are you going to sit on your new, high-priced acquisitions before starting to make money with them?”
“How is Doris coming along?”

“She has calmed down a lot, but she hasn’t turned the corner into being a proper slave. Continual punishment and discomfort are taking a lot of time to get there. I don’t have the time to deal with her as much as she needs. I think we need outside help on this one.”

“All right, you choose someone and get things going. How is Cherise?”

“We could have started using her as a sucker the first day she was here. She has been working with Louise and set up classes where they work with small numbers of suckers. The first class was better white-collars, and their satisfaction ratings went up. Then they tried it on the lowest-rated white collars, and now most of them are almost as good as the first group. They finished up the white-collars, then went on to black collars. They started with two classes of the best suckers and produced some amazing results. They are continuing to work with the black collar groups and we hope to have all of them through Suck School in the next couple of weeks. Customers are already noticing that sucks are better, and my biggest worry is that someone will get a few good suckers, then someone who hasn’t been through the class yet.”

“That’s a problem, but it’s a problem I like having, instead of unsatisfied customers. So, should we start her sucking without Doris?”

“Once people find out she’s here, we will be getting bugged about Doris. I suggest we just say ‘no comment.’ The only question is whether we advertise or just let word-of-mouth ramp up first.”

“Let’s try word-of-mouth. When the press gets it, we will get plenty of free advertising for a couple of days, and then we can put it in some ads. We do need to get Doris on board soon.”

“OK, tonight, Cherise starts to suck.”

“No, wait until tomorrow. I’m out tonight, and I want to be here to watch the first night.”

“What about sex school teaching?”

“Not until our suckers are all trained. Let’s be careful who we let them teach, too; no other suck bars near here.”

“OK, boss. On the financials, you will see that sales are up. All categories are up: bar, sucks, food, punishment, rental. We are up when almost everything else, including the other suck bars in town, is down. We must be doing something right. Informal polling of customers tells us that they like the service, the drinks, the atmosphere, the women. Our customers like that the women smile and are upbeat, as opposed to most other suck bars where they are bedraggled and sullen. Maybe some people are drawn to darker atmospheres, but we are picking up those with lighter hearts and thicker wallets.”

The financial dissection that followed could have been bottled and used as a sleep aid.