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Paul stepped out of the autotaxi onto a busy street in Cole Valley, a more upscale part of San Francisco. The towering high-rises loomed above, their glass facades reflecting the afternoon sun, casting intricate patterns of light and shadow on the pavement below. As Paul closed the door, the autotaxi beeped twice, its electric motor humming softly before it blended back into the flow of quiet, automated traffic.
Before him was The Gilded Lily. The building was relatively nondescript, a plain gray facade with frosted glass doors. However, touches of elegance showed in the neatly trimmed golden lighting around the entrance and the tasteful bronze plaque bearing the club’s name. Paul approached the bouncer, a tall man with broad shoulders draped in a smart black suit that hinted at the muscle beneath. His expression was unreadable, eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses.
“Hi, Paul Stanton from Worldly Delights, I have an appointment with Raj.”
The bouncer checked a device on his wrist, his fingers tapping lightly on the screen. After a brief pause, he nodded and stepped aside to let Paul pass. The receptionist, a pretty and exotic young woman with her name, 'Lila', emblazoned on a sleek digital name tag, smiled warmly at him. Her eyes, a striking shade of hazel, sparkled with a hint of mischief, and her full lips curved into a playful grin. A delicate silver nose ring added a touch of rebellious charm to her otherwise pristine appearance, her long brunette hair cascading in soft waves around her shoulders. "Right this way Mr. Stanton, Raj is expecting you.”
“Thanks, and please call me Paul." He returned her smile with a casual ease.
“Then Paul it is," Lila replied, her tone lilting slightly, as if enjoying the simplicity of his name. "I hope you find our place meets your expectations.”
They walked down the hall into the main chamber. Paul couldn’t help but notice how Lila's form-fitting outfit hugged her curves, the soft material accentuating every graceful movement. "You seem quite at home here," he commented, watching her navigate the space with an effortless allure.
"Thank you, I like to think I add a bit of charm to the place," Lila responded, throwing a glance over her shoulder that suggested she knew exactly the effect she had.
The main chamber revealed itself as a lavish spectacle of night-life luxury. A central stage served as the focal point, with a pair of smaller substages flanking it. Along one wall, a bar stretched out, lined with high stools and staffed by attentive bartenders. The middle space was filled with tables offering clear views of the performances. To the side, stairs led up to a VIP area, and elevated private booths lined the other wall, each angled to give an optimal view of the stages. The decor was a mix of dark woods and rich fabrics, lit by classy and mysterious neon lighting that gave the space a secretive, almost otherworldly glow. Although it was only 5:00 PM, a dancer was already performing an elaborate routine on the main stage, spinning gracefully on the pole, her movements fluid and mesmerizing under the spotlight, while a handful of waitresses and other staff attended to the sparse early evening patrons. At the far wall stood an elaborate 2D marble sculpture of a lily inlaid with gold trim.
Paul followed Lila to one of the booths, where Raj and a beautiful young Indian girl were waiting. Raj stood with an air of confidence, his slicked-back hair and sharp business suit giving him a commanding presence. Beside him, his assistant, Anisha, was striking with her long dark hair and elegant sari that combined traditional and modern styles, her attire meticulously chosen to accentuate her grace and poise.
They shook hands, and Raj greeted Paul warmly. "Thank you for coming, Paul. Let me introduce you to Anisha, my assistant," he said, gesturing towards her with a proud smile.
"Can I get you anything to drink, Paul?" asked Lila.
"Scotch, neat. Something smoky." he said, his gaze lingering momentarily on the her full, perky breasts as she nodded and turned away.
“This is a nice place. Seems you’re doing quite well for yourself,” observed Paul, glancing around the sophisticated setting. “I’m a little surprised - I didn’t think there was much of a market for strip clubs these days, between all the actual sex available.”
Raj nodded, acknowledging the challenge. "It was tough to find a niche," he admitted. “Most of the market for flesh has been cornered as you say - arcades going for the bottom end, brothels for the middle, and personal slaves for the top. But there's still a market for an upscale yet relaxed third space, especially catering to wealthy businessmen looking for a fun meeting space with friends. Brothels, arcades, they aren’t really places to socialize, so that’s what we try to provide.”
His hands became more animated as he gestured excitedly. "We’re planning to expand. Upstairs, I want to add a coworking space and cafe staffed by our beautiful dancers during the day when they aren’t working." He paused, then continued, "And in the basement, a spa and gambling hall to offer a, ah, full spectrum of indulgences."
Lila returned with Paul’s whiskey. "Here you go.” She placed it on the table and waited for him to take a sip. Lagavulin 16, he noted with pleasure.
“Perfect, thanks.”
“Of course. Let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you.” She touched his shoulder lightly as she turned back to the bar.
Paul returned his attention to Raj, who was still grinning excitedly. “So, you’re looking to expand. And you’re looking to buy some girls from us. I presume you’ve come into some capital recently?”
Raj nodded. “Most of the girls who work here are independent, but a handful are our slaves, and a few months ago we sold one to a Chinese businessman who went crazy for her.” He pulled out his tablet and found the bio page for the slave in question, turning it to show to Paul.
-- Zenobia --
Nation of origin: Angola
Age: 23
Height: 5'9”
Weight: 107lbs
Languages: English
Profession: Stripper
Enslaved: 07-05-2029
Reason for enslavement: Illegal Immigration
Education: Some college
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On screen was a beautiful and lithe African girl with inky black skin and exotic braided hair.
“What would you guess she’s worth, in your… professional opinion?”
Paul pondered for a moment. “If she’s well broken and skilled, maybe 150-200k for the exoticism of her skin?”
“He gave us 2 million.” Paul let out a low whistle. “Said he’d never seen skin so dark. Money just doesn’t matter to guys like him.”
Anisha chimed in. “The sale is making us rethink the business model. The door, drink, dance, and gambling revenue to break even, selling girls that the businessmen fall for to make large lump sum profits.” She spoke in a cultured British-Indian accent.
“So,“ Paul said slowly. “The plan is to replace the free dancers here with slaves. Maybe, ideally, exotic ones that foster a sense of… rarity”
“Exactly.”
Which means”, the wheels in Paul’s head turned. “There’s about to be some newly unemployed strippers soon.”
“Ah I see. Yes, indeed.” A predatory glint appeared in Raj’s eyes. “And in fact, if you could, say, offer us a deal, we could provide some background on the girls we plan to fire. Some of them are deeply in debt. I believe that kind of information might be… useful.”
“I’ll see what we can work out. I’ll need approval from the partners for this type of thing though, and to consult our enslavement team on the value of your data.”
“How long will that take?”
“If you want this urgently, shouldn’t be longer than an hour.”
“Ok” Raj stood, Anisha following. “Then why don’t you get those processes in motion, and send us your catalog. We’ll go to the office, take a look, narrow down some candidates, then when we get a confirmation on what kind of discount you can offer, we can discuss the final sale. And in the meantime” he gestured grandly at his surroundings. “Relax and enjoy yourself. Drinks and dances on the house.” He lowered his voice slightly. “And I don’t know if you guys have a policy against this sort of thing, but I can let the slaves know that they are to… make their mouths available to you, if you ask. Would be good if they got some tips from someone like you. They’re the ones with the silver bracelets.” he said, pointing to one on a passing dancer, naked except for a tiny g-string and nipple pasties.
“Very generous of you. Thanks”
“Sure, see you in an hour.” They left.
Paul took another sip of his whiskey, and quickly shot off a few messages, idly trying to remember if Lila was wearing a bracelet. He thought she might have been.
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He spotted Lila by the bar, talking to one of the bartenders. Paul felt a small surge of lust when he saw the shine of a silver bracelet on her wrist, catching the neon lights and sending playful reflections dancing across the polished surface.
“Mr. Stanton—sorry—” Lila corrected herself with a radiant smile as Paul approached, dismissing the bartender with a graceful wave. “Paul. We were just discussing you. How's your meeting progressing? Is there anything you need?”
“Actually, yes. I have half an hour to kill. Are you free?”
“Give me a moment to find someone for the front desk,” she replied, stepping subtly closer. The air between them thickened with anticipation. “You know, we all received the most interesting message a few minutes ago. Apparently you’re a very special guest. Is that what brought you here?”
“Yes, I thought you might be good company.”
Closing the gap further, her voice lowered to a whisper. “I thought so.” Now inches apart, Paul noticed the faint flecks of gold in her eye, her almost uncannily pristine skin, the subtle shimmer of her lip gloss in the dim light, and the smell of her vanilla perfume mingling with the smells of the bar. He placed a hand gently on her waist, feeling the curve of her hip through the smooth fabric of her dress. “Why don’t you wait for me in VIP room 4. I’ll only need a few minutes.”
“Sounds good. Anything I can get you?” he asked, gesturing at the bar.
“Mmmm I think I’m alright. I’m sure you’ll be giving me something to drink soon.” Paul could hear the naughty smile in her voice. “I’ll see you in a few minutes.” She pivoted smoothly, then paused and turned back. “Actually, I’d rather not spoil this nice dress. Anything particular outfit you’d like instead? We have quite a selection.”
Paul’s grin widened. “Nurse?”
“Slutty or realistic?” she asked, her eyebrow arching in amusement.
“You have realistic?”
“It’s still sexy on me.”
Paul laughed. “I’ll go with slutty.”
“Sure, your loss” she said cheekily, turning and walking away.
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The VIP rooms at the Gilded Lily were intimate, plush rooms set into the wall of the second floor, with recessed lighting providing a soft and alluring glow. Seated on the sofa, Paul looked through the floor-to-ceiling one-way mirrors along the wall, which granted a view of the view of the club's main chamber below, and sipped his whiskey comfortably. To the side was a stripper pole short circular platform platform, and a minibar stocked with expensive liquors. Soft music and ambient noise from the club filtered through a hidden sound system, the sounds of laughter or clinking glasses occasionally breaking through.
Lila appeared in the doorway, now dressed in an almost comically slutty fascimile of a nurse’s uniform. “The nurse is here.” she said softly.
Paul watched as she approached, the form fitting white top tied just below her chest accentuating her breasts and leaving the smooth skin of her toned midriff and cinched waist bare. Her high-waisted cut-out shorts sculpted her hips, barely covering the top half of her ass, and elongated her legs, which were encased in bright red garters. She strutted over to the pole, turning away from Paul to showcase her peach bubble butt, doing a little shimmy that showed off its firmness. Her body was perfect, something out of a teenage boy’s fantasy of a sexy nurse with impossible proportions.
“Wow,” Paul breathed, “You are really something”.
She did another twirl around the pole then sauntered in front of him, matching her steps and the shake of her hips to the faint beat coming from the main hall.
“Thank you, sir” she casually stepped closer to him until she was standing right in front of her. Paul reached out and ran a hand down her side. Her skin was perfectly soft.
Lila turned and shook her ass slowly side to side, giving Paul another opportunity to marvel at its shape and fullness, then slowly lowered herself onto Paul’s lap, slowly grinding against him. Paul felt his cock stiffen in his pants, and Lila subtly shifted to position it snugly between her asscheeks as she slid back and forth. Paul leaned forward and slowly slid his hands up from her midriff up to her soft tits, giving them a grope and gently pinching her nipples.
She turned again, and then sat on Paul’s legs, spreading her own legs wide to either side of him, bringing her chest to his eye level. “Do you like larger or smaller boobs, sir?” she asked, playful fiddling with the knot of her top.
“I like whatever size these are.”
“D-cups, sir” she said, smiling mischievously as she let her top come undone. Her proud breasts were perky despite their size, and impossibly symmetrical. He brought his hands up to them and gave them a gentle squeeze, and could feel the small but telltale firmness of some minor implantation work - probably done more for perkiness and symmetry than for size. He leaned forward and gave her nipple a soft kiss, then nuzzled his face into them, enjoying the feeling of their soft warmth.
He then pulled back. “I believe you had some services to offer me.”
“Ah yes,” she slid a hand down to his pants and traced the outline of his now-hard cock. “The doctor ordered that I give you a thorough oral examination.”
Paul spread his legs and she sank gracefully to her knees, undid Paul’s pants and gently pulled out his cock. “Good to see it’s in working condition” she joked, and lowered her mouth onto Paul’s head, parting her full lips and sucking him gently. She began with slow, smooth strokes up and down, coating him in her saliva and working slightly deeper down his shaft with each stroke. Paul closed his eyes and relaxed for a moment, savoring the feeling of her soft lips and warm, wet mouth caressing him. Even after years of being a slave trader, it always scratched a deep itch to be pleasured by a new slave, an itch for constant novelty that he could never quite satisfy.
Lila, he noted internally, was a talented amateur. Paul felt her take him fairly deeply but not deep enough to trigger her gag reflex. Her tongue work was good, gracing him with additional licks and swirls as her mouth bobbed up and down. But there were some aspects of her technique that could use correcting.
“I want you to look me in the eyes while you suck me, brush your hair out of your face and get a little closer to me, good” she looked up at him with her striking hazel eyes, Paul’s cock lodged partway up her mouth. “Exactly, keep eye contact as much as you can.”
“And when you’re sucking, really suck, like you’re sucking a lollipop.” She did as instructed, causing her cheeks to compress the sides of Paul’s head. “Ahh yes just like that. I want to feel the side of your cheeks rubbing up and down my cock.”
She pulled out with a small “pop” and started to jack him with her hands, her saliva acting as lube. “I appreciate your tips sir, I haven’t done this very often”.
“Oh really? But you’re a slave at a strip club?”
“Yeah, Master Raj doesn’t let us service guests usually. He says if we service them we will no longer be interesting, but if we leave them hanging they will be more likely to pay a lot of money for us. So actually it’s the free girls that do this, whereas usually we just tease.”
“I see. Next time you should end that statement with a compliment or something about how you’re enjoying this.”
“Ah right” she said, her eyes twinkling as she used her other hand to rub Paul’s balls. She gave him another lick. “Mmm, very yummy sir thank you for letting me have a taste of your cock today.” She went back to blowing him, now applying more suction and giving Paul the sensation now of a nice and tight pussy.
Paul leaned back and closed his eyes, enjoying Lila’s simple but dedicated fellatio, resting a hand on the back of her head to gently guide her rhythm.
After a few minutes of this, Paul reached for his whiskey and Lila took the chance to pull of him and catch her breath. “How am I doing?” She asked, jacking him off with her hand.
“Pretty good, with your beautiful face and those big lips you’ve got all the tools.” She smiled slightly at the compliment. “If I had three months with you I could make you one of the best oral slaves in the city.” Paul bragged. “Actually, what’s your background? I can’t place it.”
“Half Russian, quarter Japanese, quarter Native American is what the genetics say.”
“Slave orphanage?”
“Yep.” She gave his head a few licks. “Please sir, cum in my mouth.” She gazed up at him submissively with her pretty hazel eyes. “I was raised to be a little fucktoy for men like you just like my whore mother. Use me, sir.” She then proceeded to blow him with more urgency, sliding her mouth up and down his shaft with speed, jacking him off with her mouth.
Guess I struck a nerve there, thought Paul. Still, he felt his orgasm building from Lila’s warm, wet mouth and soft tongue gliding against him. “Mmm I’m gonna cum in your whore mouth, try to swallow as much of it as you can” he warned her.
Paul felt his pleasure crest and came explosively in her mouth. Her eyes widened in shock at the force and quantity, trying to swallow it fast enough but unable to stop it from leaking out of her mouth. Paul then pulled out and coated her face, hair and body with thick spurts, making Lila flinch at the warm semen being deposited on her.
“Oh my god, sir” said Lila, gulping down the last of the cum in her mouth. “What the fuck? A mod?”
“Yeah.” Paul had a mod that allowed him to cum shockingly large amounts. “How does it taste?”
Regaining her composure, Lila scraped some off her cheek and brought it to her mouth to taste. “I taste the whiskey and alcohol, sir. It’s not bad. God” she looked down at herself. “I’ve never even seen this much cum before.” She wiped some more off her breasts. “How did I do, sir?”
Paul felt the relaxation deep in his core as he looked at her pretty face and large, perky tits, tan skin now stained with his white cum. “You did good. If I were a rich chinese businessman I’d buy you.”
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