The New Board
Dark Pawn
Sylvia Graden
White Pawn
Micheal Darren
Dark Knight - Killer
Billie Diane / Billy Dane
Dark Pawn
One
of novelty of running the Tempest, was that I could explore all form of
fantasies with the wave of the money; which I had plenty from the recovered
briefcase of Mary Levine Ketch. I walked past my faithful bartender, dressed as
one with the authentic Edwardian sideburns and moustache. His dressing matched
his current outlooks; the suspenders lashed downwards to hold up his tight
tweed pants, with the stretchable white round neck shirt. He even had on a
bowler hat for his upper look.
“Busy
night, huh?” I had to shout towards him, as the music level at the Tempest was
above the norm level. We were packed to the walls, with patrons swinging and
drinking to their fill.
“Business
as usual, ma’am.” Bruno replied while he reached up to twitch his moustache. I
smiled back and watched the crowd. Its Steampunk night, with the dressing and
the set designed with steam pipes and valves. We even have a mock up air
balloon hanging overhead in the main hall with the bellowing fire to supply the
air lift. It was one of our more popular theme besides the swimwear and the
toga theme.
I wade
past the tight bodies towards my personal office at the rear. I passed by
Commissioner Glades doing a fast exit by the private rear door. We did not
acknowledge each other as it was the norm for the clients. I walked on and went
into my own personal office. It was not much of an office, considering that I
décor it like a First Class Flight compartment with the high back seat, viewing
the multi screen on the side wall of my office alongside with the concealed
wine and snacks compartment. It is fun to run the next best outlet in the city,
with the crushing bodies and piling of notes into the tiller. And affording the
next best ‘mile-high’ environment on the ground.
I
viewed the sixteen mounted cameras and watched for the unusual antics. It was
then my partner walked in.
“It
was Hellish”, my new partner spoke up. She was dressed in a barmaid’s costume
with the corset to spurge out her orbs for all to admire. She kicked off the
wooden clogs across the office and plod down on the settee there. She had just
walked in after a rousing duty of being the host, and a personal session with
an esteemed client in the private room.
“If
Commissioner Glades does that in his real job, there would be many officers
with tonsillitis issue. Damn! He thinks he is Billy the Locomotive with the
gears leveled to high.”
“Billie,
that’s what we do, playing their fantasy for them. If they are allowed to do
that in their real life, they would not have asked for us.” I told her. “After
all, we are the best in the game.”
“Yeah,
next time give him the torchlight stuffed with gel and cotton swabs for his own
tunneling.” Billie groaned while reaching for the bottle of gin.
“Billie,
I doubt a lady of your standing ought to sit in that manner.” She was seated
with her legs spread out.
“Fuck
you!” Billie called out.
“Don’t
be too casual with that or I may just take a bite.” I laughed at her remark.
“Next
time, you can handle the guy.” I knew who she was referring. “He almost took
out my tits.”
“It’s
part of the game, Billie. More to it, I don’t have a live strap-on like yours.”
I smiled back. “Perhaps you like a lollipop.”
“Only
if you offered me a sweetened doughnut later.” Billie replied.
“Checkmate.”
I approached her.
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