STORY DESCRIPTION Mr. Hartke runs the mysterious Klub Kinque, at which anything can happen and nearly anything does. Allison's job is to find out more about what goes on in there.
But her job is both easier and harder than she thinks. And when she finds out, she may never wish to leave...
A short excerpt...
In twenty minutes, Joani, with some assistance from Hartke, had Helena bound on the bed. She knelt facing the headboard on all fours. Ropes ran from her ankles, knees, elbows and wrists under the sides of the bed. They kept her from pulling her arms and legs together. Additional ropes between her knees and between her wrists made it impossible for her to move her limbs further apart.
Ropes between her upper thighs and the bedposts kept her from moving her body forward. More ropes between her shoulders and the other pair of bedposts made it impossible for her to move her body back.
She could only remain there on all fours, her bare cunt visible to anyone opening the door.
"Let's return to the first floor and we'll discuss my proposition."
He gestured toward the door. The two women preceded him from the room. Joani walked down the hall without looking back. When Allison looked back, she saw he had left the door halfway open.
When he turned, he saw her stare.
"That is the signal that anyone who wants her can have her."
Allison looked back down the hall after the other woman. She wanted to hear his proposition before she told him to shove it.
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