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Spermutations was a dream come true for Dick Fitswell. "A Whorehouse in
Bangkok" is my destiny. It’s me. It’s what I’m all about,"
Dick Fitswell chuckled to himself as he sat in his manager’s office with his
feet stretched out on his desk watching "his girls" slowly filter in
to work their shifts on the twenty-seven inch monitoring screen he had installed.
On it he could watch every room in the place. Horizontal and vertical lines on
this screen subdivided its surface into twenty-four zones which he could watch
simultaneously. Nine little rooms where the girls and their did the Thai baths, the
Spermutations bar, the dressing room, and even the parking lot were under Dick Fitswell’s scrutiny along with the five "Fuckee Fuckee
cubicles. Most customers started with the Thai bath as they enjoyed
the one and a half
hour massages but invariably ended up paying more to copulate with the girls.
Some preferred getting on with their business in the
Fuckee Fuckee cubicles as soon as the bouncer asked them what service they
wanted. In the long run such experienced customers paid less for the penetration
they longed for while others simply didn’t have the time to
go through the hour and a half long Thai bath. The display was on a timer which
showed each zone for two seconds, before going back to the overview screen which
showed all twenty-four zones at once. Then it would go to the second zone, go
back to the overview screen, before continuing onto the third zone, and so on.
Dick
Fitswell also had a mouse which he could use to click on the individual sectors
on his display which would temporarily interrupt the automatic processing of the
images by bringing up whatever room he wanted to view full size. Dick Fitswell clicked on the lobby. Each girl had to pass through the lobby to get to the dressing room. In the center of the lobby was a life sized statue of Dick Fitswell, poised like a Greek hero in the nude with its fifteen inch penis at a full erection. Dick Fitswell watched the girl pause before passing the statue, bow her head, and kiss the statue’s penis. "Atta girl," Dick Fitswell said to himself. "Now bow down to the floor." Dick Fitswell watched the girl bow down at the statue’s feet in the reverent manner that Orientals seem to have a monopoly on. Another girl followed the first one into the lobby. Dick Fitswell noticed her lips barely touch the statue’s penis. Then watched her bow but the bow was nothing much more than a curtsey. "Damn Bitch," Dick Fitswell almost screamed aloud. Dick Fitswell reached for the intercom, speaking authoritatively into it after turning it on. "Outside, in the lobby," Dick Fitswell’s voice boomed. "I want that last girl in my office." Within a minute the girl was standing before him after being escorted in by his bouncer. "What’s your name?" Dick Fitswell asked the girl. "Tila Hungchow," the girl replied. Dick Fitswell leaned back in his chair and lit a cigar—an Anthony and Cleopatra, a long narrow oblong cigar he favored not so much for its taste but because it vaguely resembled his penis. "Do you like your job, Tila?" "Yes. I make lots of money here." "Then why don’t you show me some respect around here? Why don’t you kiss my statue’s penis with love and affection the way the rest of the girls do? Why don’t you bow down to it and SHOW ME that you love me. Show me that you see me as the father you wished you could have had." "I am so sorry, Mr. Fitswell. I have a bad week. Forgive me please. I do better next time." "I’ll give you another chance. When you finish your work I want you back in my office before you leave. You can go now." A third girl came in just seconds after Tila left his office. Tall for a Thai, the girl was much more curvaceous than others he usually saw in his place. Large pointy breasts jutted out from her t shirt. Dick Fitswell had never seen her before which was not that unusual since his bouncer did much of the hiring. Dick Fitswell spoke into the intercom: "I want to see that girl in my office." A minute later, the girl was standing before him. Once again Dick Fitswell stretched his feet out onto his desk as he puffed from his cigar. "They need to know in no uncertain terms I’m completely in control and they’re not," Dick Fitswell thought to himself. "I have to show them that I really don’t give a shit about them." "You are new here, aren’t you?" Dick Fitswell asked the girl. "This is my first time, Mr. Fitswell." "You’ve been briefed about what you must do then? And about my rules?" "Yes, Mr. Fitswell. I know what to do." "Good. See me here in my office when you are done." *****
Fifty seven girls worked their shifts in Spermutations that evening. Out of the fifty-seven, Dick Fitswell had seven visit him in his office when their shifts were over. The tall girl with the prominent breasts was the sixth. "I’ve just penetrated five of your coworkers," Dick Fitswell told her as soon as she came into his office. "My dick is starting to ache. I want you to make it well." "What do you want me to do?" the girl asked. "Suck on it," Dick Fitswell said as he pulled his zipper down. "Go down on me now," he ordered her as he pulled his appendage out. "What’s one more?" the girl thought to herself as she kneeled down between Dick Fitswell’s legs and put his penis into her mouth. "I’ve just fucked five men. But it beats doing the dishes at the local Chinese restaurant." Dick Fitswell’s penis was nearly raw from all the hard use and had taken on a red color. Worse, his balls had started to ache. But as the saliva from the girl’s mouth started to drench his shaft he once more started to get erect. "Suck my balls for awhile," he told the girl, making sure that his voice displayed enough firmness. Dutifully the girl obeyed, after tenderly lifting up his enormous dick to give her free access. First gently licking his scrotum, she proceeded to put each testicle in her mouth. "One at a time," she thought to herself, "but not so long that he will become bored. I have to become one of his favorites." "That’s where they belong," Dick Fitswell thought, "Servicing my needs prostrating themselves right between my knees." Dick Fitswell was running out of juice. It took him twenty minutes to come, right between the girl’s teeth. There were only a few drops of semen in his stream. "How much did you make tonight doing the extras?" he asked her. "Five hundred dollars," she replied. "Give me four hundred and fifty dollars. Then I'll let you go." He didn't bother to search her as he collected the money. "You are getting ten dollars for working your shift. Sixty dollars is more than enough to feed your family." By the time the seventh girl arrived in his office, sex was the last thing on Dick Fitswell’s mind. There remained—only his ego. "I have to fuck her," Dick Fitswell vowed to himself as she walked in the door. "She needs a lesson, right up the ass." "Tila," Dick Fitswell addressed the girl. "Listen up and listen closely. Next time you go by my statue I will be watching and I expect you to lick the statue’s dick with love and affection, then lie down at its knees and kiss its feet." "Yes, Mr. Fitswell. I won’t do it again. I will do you honor." "You’d better or you will be a street whore doing it for the stray dogs that can’t afford this place. Now, let's get down to business. I want your tip out. How much did you collect from your customers?" "Six hundred," the girl replied. "Give it to me," Dick Fitswell ordered. I don't have much time." After she handed him the money, Dick Fitswell grabbed her purse and went through it. "Okay then. You aren't holding out on me. But I'll have to strip-search you. Take everything off. Now. Then I want you to stand with your back." Twenty seconds later, Tila stood with her back facing him, completely naked. Dick Fitswell started at her ankles, moving his hands up her long legs. He fondled her buttocks. Sliding his hands around her he probed her vagina with his fingertips before bringing his hands up to her breasts. At first he cupped them in his palms, then grabbed both nipples at the same time and squeezed them hard with fingers of rigid steel. Tila gasped from the sudden pain and tried to jerk away. Dick Fitswell grabbed her roughly around the waist jerking the one hundred-fifteen pound girl close. Then he stuck three fingers up her ass. Tila screamed in pain as Dick Fitswell searched with his fingers for currency she might have harbored for additional take home money. Suddenly he said to her: "You are never going to have it this good." Dick Fitswell reached into his desk drawer and pulled out an electronic pump up and a jar of Vaseline, then told the girl, "Bend over." Trembling the girl bent over Dick Fitswell’s desk. Sticking his right hand in the little jar, he grabbed a thick glob of Vaseline in his fingers as he pulled her shorts down with his free hand and rammed the messy jell up her ass. Dick then plugged the pump up into a near by AC receptacle and turned the little appliance on after putting it around his scrotum and the base of his penis. It was not the normal pump up if one could ever call a pump up normal in the first place. This one was run by electricity. Dick Fitswell lit another Anthony and Cleopatra as he relaxed to the soothing vibrations of the little machine. His penis had turned from a red hue to a black and blue tint with a sickly yellowish cast. But the little machine was magic, not only bringing him to a full erection but elongating his fifteen inch penis another five inches. Then he poured himself a glass of scotch, took a healthy swig, and set the half empty glass on his desk. Tila screamed as she took the full twenty inches up her anus. Dick Fitswell twisted her body so she was facing squarely away from him as he thrust her face down on his desk. As she collapsed across the desk Tila’s stomach grazed the half empty glass of scotch spilling its contents across the desk and onto Dick Fitswell’s penis. The liquid spewed onto the electronic pump up, then got into its wiring which the manufacturer, a fly by nite outfit in Hong Kong had not taken the care to protect. As the pump up shorted out Dick Fitswell felt the jolt of electricity grab his scrotum and penis like a vise of sharp razors. The room was filled with a sizzling sound as smoke started to pour out of the contraption. Dick Fitswell felt the pain for only a second or two before passing out.
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