The dark Mercedes van bounced down Brevard Street and made a sharp turn onto Lincoln Plaza. The driver’s reckless maneuvering toppled Monica, Oleanna, and I on top of one another.
“Fuck Charlie,” Oleanna said. “Take it easy, Man. Goddammit! I smeared my lips.”
“Sorry, ladies,” said Charlie in his Texas drawl. “I gotta a lead foot tonight. Maybe one of you fine young things could help relieve some of the tension in my legs.”
“Sure,” said Oleanna. “When you win the lottery, give us a call.”
“One of these days ---”
“You need to keep hangin’ with the whores on Townsend,” Oleanna interrupted.
“Shit,” said Charlie, hitting the gas. “They ain’t bad. Trixa’s got red hair like you Ollie -- ain’t as pretty though and her tits ain’t as big. When I’m with her, I pretend it’s your globes I’m suckin’.”
Oleanna cursed and fixed her lipstick.
Monica and I looked at each other and smiled. It was the same old banter between Oleanna and Charlie. It always happened on this gig. Charlie had been Governor Hoskins’s driver for twelve years. Like clockwork, the first Saturday of each month, Charlie’s fancy polished car idled outside Anima Rising and waited for us.
Hoskins himself had made the arrangements with me. It was a lucrative contract. He knew exactly what he wanted and like so many people of authority, he wasn’t the least bit bashful about stating it.
Nothing much shocked me anymore. I started Anima six years ago and had delivered the goods on more fantasies and secret desires than I could count. Sometimes I considered my own position of power, having information that could easily ruin some of the most powerful people in Texas. But, that was my specialty. I had decided a long time ago to carve out a niche for myself by appealing to the darkest and most sacrosanct desires of men rich enough to pay for such fulfillment. It had been a smart business decision. Within a few years I was worth millions and my roster was always growing. Occasionally, a woman called, but it was usually men and they were often politicians.
I now employed forty escorts. Over the years many girls had asked to be part of Anima Rising. Most were turned away even though I only had three requirements: extraordinary beauty, no qualms about renting their bodies for anything and everything, and above all discretion. My clients could always depend on those three things. It was a formula that worked.
I was not usually part of a “run”. In fact this was the only one in which I participated. But when Governor Hoskins met with me and picked the three women he wanted he insisted that I be part of the deal.
“I want the nigger,” he said, pointing to Oleanna, “the Asian, and you.”
At first I balked, but he threatened to walk out.
“If you’re not part of it Lisa,” he said, “you can forget the whole Goddamn shebang.”
So, I relented.
“Good,” he said. “I wanted one of each, a white, a dark, and a slant-eye.”
Monica practically cringed, even though my girls were trained never to reveal disgust. I didn’t like him either, but five grand for a two-hour session was too much to turn down. I told Oleanna and Monica that since it was a special circumstance, I’d split the money evenly with them. They were grateful even though the thought of being locked up in Governor Hoskins’s kinky jail gave them the willies.
It was hard work. Hoskins was one of the most twisted fuckers I’d ever encountered. The first time we were deposited at the mansion, we were escorted into the library by a butler named Juan. He pulled out volume twelve of The Texas Law Review and a secret door popped out behind the bookshelf. We were astonished.
“Ladies,” he said motioning us toward the tunnel. “at the end of the tunnel, you’ll come to a steel door. Wait there for the warden.”
We walked into the tunnel.
“Warden Smarden,” said Monica. “I hate this place.”
“Shut-up Monica,” I said. “He might be listening.”
It wasn’t so much a steel door as it was a cell door. It looked like something out of a WWII movie. The tunnel itself was dimly lit and looked like it had been dug out by hand.
“Goddammit, Lisa,” said Ollie “this is some weird shit. Nice to know what our taxes go for.”
“Will ya’ll shut the fuck up,” I said. “We don’t really know what we’re dealing with here.”
“I wish I hadn’t worn these fucking high heels.” Ollie said.
Finally, we reached the foyer and the cell door.
“Man,” I thought, “when Hoskins said prison fantasy, he wasn’t joking.”
We heard a loud bang and the cell door creaked open.
Monica and Oleanna looked at me. I took their hands and walked through.
It was a big cell. In the middle was a large wooden medieval looking stock with holes for the head and arms. Behind us, we noticed neck and leg manacles attached to the wall. It wasn’t so much a prison fantasy as torture chamber fantasy. About the time I thought this, Governor Hoskins wearing big black shoes stomped into the room. He was dressed in a dark prison guard uniform. I noticed a nightstick hanging from his belt. Thankfully, he did not have a gun.
“Up against the wall,” he said pointing to the wall with the cuffs.
“Line up in a row with your backs to me,” he ordered.
I looked at Monica and Ollie to caution them to remain unemotional.
“Think about the money,” I tried to convey with my eyes.
“It’s been brought to my attention that you sluts have been causing trouble in my prison,” Hoskins barked, “getting the other girls riled up. I don’t tolerate insubordination. After tonight, I won’t have anymore trouble with you.”
As Hoskins had instructed us on his first visit to Anima Rising, we were dressed in our finest evening gowns and heels. It was ironic considering the setting. It might have been a prison fantasy, but the “warden” wanted his prisoners beautiful and dressed to the nines. However, it didn’t last long.
“Keep your backs to me and take off your clothes. All of them.”
We did as we were told and stood shivering against the cave like wall.
“Cold?” asked Hoskins and I felt the palm of his hand on my ass.
“You’re not,” he said to Oleanna. “I didn’t think you’d be.”
“Put your hands up on the wall,” he ordered.
He clasped the neck manacles on us so we couldn’t move.
From the corner of my eye, I saw him take his nightstick from the holster.
“Oh, God,” I thought, but he laid it on the floor and unbuckled his belt.
“This is what happens to bad girls in my prison,” he said.
He approached Ollie first. I think he had it in for her. I put my hand on hers to let her know it would be all right. Hoskins noticed, swung his leather belt back and gave her a thrashing. I heard a dozen whacks before Oleanna almost collapsed and crumpled into the floor.
“Stand up Bitch,” Warden Hoskins commanded.
Ollie struggled, but got her footing and remained still.
I was next. I had been beaten so many times over the years, it didn’t affect me as much as it used to, but there was no doubt that Hoskins was more brutal than most. I imagined the welts on the soft flesh of Ollie’s voluptuous ass were much worse than mine. He hit with such a force the manacle chains rattled with every slap.
When he got to Monica, he took a key from his pocket and released her.
“Turn around,” he ordered. “Your breasts are too pale.”
He dropped his belt. I heard the eerie whacking of flesh upon flesh and knew he was unmercifully slapping her breasts. I didn’t hear Monica’s voice. She had suffered worse atrocities in Korea. The only one I was really worried about was Ollie. She had a mouth on her and she wasn’t always smart about when to keep it shut. There was no doubt this was one of those times. I heard Hoskins tell Monica to get on her knees and then I heard a zipper and the familiar sound of slurping. It only lasted a few minutes.
“Damn,” I thought. “We weren’t going to get out as easy as I’d hoped.”
Hoskins told Monica to get up and he unlocked Ollie and me from our restraints and told us to turn around too. I saw the fleshy welts on Ollie’s ass but her face looked composed and determined. I was relieved she had found her endurance. Hoskins must have read my mind and as if he’d decided to try to prove me wrong, he roughly grabbed Oleanna’s arm and drug her toward the stockade. Monica and I watched helplessly as he locked down her arms and head. With horror, we could now see how severely Warden Hoskins had beaten her.
When he had her locked down, he returned to Monica and me and chained our hands to the wall.
“I want you two sluts to watch, but keep your mouths shut.”
On the way back, he picked up his nightstick and as if he had second thoughts turned back to Monica and me.
“If you want to help your friend,” he said, “you’ll grease this up for her.”
He stuck his hand between my legs and felt that I was not wet and did the same to Monica.
“You’re a little better than her,” he said, “so we’ll use you to lube it up.”
“Get her off,” he said, looking at me. “Do it with your mouth. I don’t have much time.”
I got on my knees in front of Monica and put my mouth on her pussy. She wasn’t really wet at all. I tongued her clit and nibbled at her pussy hole with my lips. I felt her clit get a little bigger and started fucking her with my tongue. Her pussy hole was moist and warm. I tongued her harder and concentrated on one spot of her clit and held her tightly around the legs. She was responding wildly now. I felt her start to buck into my forearms and changed my licking to a slow hard rhythm. She came within seconds.
Hoskins pushed me out of the way and stuck his nightstick up Monica’s pussy. She shrieked.
“Shut up Bitch,” he said. “Consider it a love fuck for your prison buddy.”
He took the now shiny club and headed toward Oleanna. He spread her ass apart. We could see the dark pink rim of her asshole as Hoskins inserted the round nub of the nightstick. He shoved it in and Ollie screamed. He slapped her on her blistered ass and told her to shut her trap.
“You’re good and ready now,” he said. “Just like I want you, not too loose and not too tight.”
He dropped the stick, unzipped his uniform pants and took out his enormous cock.
“I’m gonna ream your Hershey ass,” he said. “I’m gonna squirt some milk in your chocolate asshole. Yeah, I want some milk chocolate.”
Hoskins pounded his cock into Oleanna’s ass like a jackhammer. When he was about to cum, he started slapping her hard on her tender blistered ass. His cum was like a fire hose. It erupted with a force that seemed endless.
He unlocked the stock and took the metal cuffs off Monica and me and exited the cell. He left the door open.
Monica and I immediately went to Ollie’s aid. We were all silent. We got dressed and went back through the tunnel. The secret door was ajar. When we got to the library, Juan was waiting for us. If he thought we looked strange or unkempt, he didn’t let on. When he returned the law book, the secret door closed with a soft thud. Juan escorted us to the front door where the Mercedes was waiting.
The ride back to Anima Rising was quiet. I sat in the middle and put my arms around Oleanna and Monica. We didn’t say a word. When we got in, I immediately started running a warm bath with Epsom salts so I could take care of Oleanna.
The next day I called Governor Hoskins. He had on his best politician’s hat. He acted as normal as Christmas.
“Did you get the check Lisa?” he asked.
“I got it,” I said. “But I’m afraid I’m going to have to alter our contract just a bit.”
I was going to triple his fee. The first time in six years I had ever forced an addendum to a contract. I had already cleared this with Oleanna and Monica. I assumed Hoskins would renege. But if he didn’t, Monica and Oleanna would be five grand richer with every session.
“I can suffer a lot of shit for five thousand bucks,” Oleanna said. “I guess, we can think of it as our way of fucking him.”
“Right,” I said. “That’ exactly right.”
Monica nodded in agreement.
“I don’t think he’ll go for it,” I said. “In a way, I hope he doesn’t.”
“It’s hard to believe we’ve got such a sick mother fucker for a governor,” said Oleanna.
I enjoyed sticking it to him when I telephoned.
“Considering the special conditions of your ‘fantasies’ Governor,” I said grinning at Oleanna and Monica, “I’m raising your fee to fifteen thousand per session. That’s five thousand per girl. If you’d like to think about it and let me know that will be fine, but it’s not negotiable.”
Monica and Oleanna were making exaggerated “fuck you” motions in the air. It was hard to keep a straight face. I nodded a few times and told him goodbye.
“What’d he say, Lisa?” asked Monica. “What’d the fucker say?”
“He said ‘no problem’, then he said it was the best session he’s ever had and he was grateful for our endurance and understanding. Not only will we get the triple fee, every six months, we can expect a three thousand dollar bonus.”
“Man,” said Monica. “That’s a lot of dough. That’s enough to bring my Mom from Seoul.”
“He’s still a sicko creep,” said Oleanna rubbing her ass. “But I guess I can do anything for that kind of money.”
“I’ll stock up on Epsom salts.” I said.
“Fuck Charlie,” Oleanna said. “Take it easy, Man. Goddammit! I smeared my lips.”
“Sorry, ladies,” said Charlie in his Texas drawl. “I gotta a lead foot tonight. Maybe one of you fine young things could help relieve some of the tension in my legs.”
“Sure,” said Oleanna. “When you win the lottery, give us a call.”
“One of these days ---”
“You need to keep hangin’ with the whores on Townsend,” Oleanna interrupted.
“Shit,” said Charlie, hitting the gas. “They ain’t bad. Trixa’s got red hair like you Ollie -- ain’t as pretty though and her tits ain’t as big. When I’m with her, I pretend it’s your globes I’m suckin’.”
Oleanna cursed and fixed her lipstick.
Monica and I looked at each other and smiled. It was the same old banter between Oleanna and Charlie. It always happened on this gig. Charlie had been Governor Hoskins’s driver for twelve years. Like clockwork, the first Saturday of each month, Charlie’s fancy polished car idled outside Anima Rising and waited for us.
Hoskins himself had made the arrangements with me. It was a lucrative contract. He knew exactly what he wanted and like so many people of authority, he wasn’t the least bit bashful about stating it.
Nothing much shocked me anymore. I started Anima six years ago and had delivered the goods on more fantasies and secret desires than I could count. Sometimes I considered my own position of power, having information that could easily ruin some of the most powerful people in Texas. But, that was my specialty. I had decided a long time ago to carve out a niche for myself by appealing to the darkest and most sacrosanct desires of men rich enough to pay for such fulfillment. It had been a smart business decision. Within a few years I was worth millions and my roster was always growing. Occasionally, a woman called, but it was usually men and they were often politicians.
I now employed forty escorts. Over the years many girls had asked to be part of Anima Rising. Most were turned away even though I only had three requirements: extraordinary beauty, no qualms about renting their bodies for anything and everything, and above all discretion. My clients could always depend on those three things. It was a formula that worked.
I was not usually part of a “run”. In fact this was the only one in which I participated. But when Governor Hoskins met with me and picked the three women he wanted he insisted that I be part of the deal.
“I want the nigger,” he said, pointing to Oleanna, “the Asian, and you.”
At first I balked, but he threatened to walk out.
“If you’re not part of it Lisa,” he said, “you can forget the whole Goddamn shebang.”
So, I relented.
“Good,” he said. “I wanted one of each, a white, a dark, and a slant-eye.”
Monica practically cringed, even though my girls were trained never to reveal disgust. I didn’t like him either, but five grand for a two-hour session was too much to turn down. I told Oleanna and Monica that since it was a special circumstance, I’d split the money evenly with them. They were grateful even though the thought of being locked up in Governor Hoskins’s kinky jail gave them the willies.
It was hard work. Hoskins was one of the most twisted fuckers I’d ever encountered. The first time we were deposited at the mansion, we were escorted into the library by a butler named Juan. He pulled out volume twelve of The Texas Law Review and a secret door popped out behind the bookshelf. We were astonished.
“Ladies,” he said motioning us toward the tunnel. “at the end of the tunnel, you’ll come to a steel door. Wait there for the warden.”
We walked into the tunnel.
“Warden Smarden,” said Monica. “I hate this place.”
“Shut-up Monica,” I said. “He might be listening.”
It wasn’t so much a steel door as it was a cell door. It looked like something out of a WWII movie. The tunnel itself was dimly lit and looked like it had been dug out by hand.
“Goddammit, Lisa,” said Ollie “this is some weird shit. Nice to know what our taxes go for.”
“Will ya’ll shut the fuck up,” I said. “We don’t really know what we’re dealing with here.”
“I wish I hadn’t worn these fucking high heels.” Ollie said.
Finally, we reached the foyer and the cell door.
“Man,” I thought, “when Hoskins said prison fantasy, he wasn’t joking.”
We heard a loud bang and the cell door creaked open.
Monica and Oleanna looked at me. I took their hands and walked through.
It was a big cell. In the middle was a large wooden medieval looking stock with holes for the head and arms. Behind us, we noticed neck and leg manacles attached to the wall. It wasn’t so much a prison fantasy as torture chamber fantasy. About the time I thought this, Governor Hoskins wearing big black shoes stomped into the room. He was dressed in a dark prison guard uniform. I noticed a nightstick hanging from his belt. Thankfully, he did not have a gun.
“Up against the wall,” he said pointing to the wall with the cuffs.
“Line up in a row with your backs to me,” he ordered.
I looked at Monica and Ollie to caution them to remain unemotional.
“Think about the money,” I tried to convey with my eyes.
“It’s been brought to my attention that you sluts have been causing trouble in my prison,” Hoskins barked, “getting the other girls riled up. I don’t tolerate insubordination. After tonight, I won’t have anymore trouble with you.”
As Hoskins had instructed us on his first visit to Anima Rising, we were dressed in our finest evening gowns and heels. It was ironic considering the setting. It might have been a prison fantasy, but the “warden” wanted his prisoners beautiful and dressed to the nines. However, it didn’t last long.
“Keep your backs to me and take off your clothes. All of them.”
We did as we were told and stood shivering against the cave like wall.
“Cold?” asked Hoskins and I felt the palm of his hand on my ass.
“You’re not,” he said to Oleanna. “I didn’t think you’d be.”
“Put your hands up on the wall,” he ordered.
He clasped the neck manacles on us so we couldn’t move.
From the corner of my eye, I saw him take his nightstick from the holster.
“Oh, God,” I thought, but he laid it on the floor and unbuckled his belt.
“This is what happens to bad girls in my prison,” he said.
He approached Ollie first. I think he had it in for her. I put my hand on hers to let her know it would be all right. Hoskins noticed, swung his leather belt back and gave her a thrashing. I heard a dozen whacks before Oleanna almost collapsed and crumpled into the floor.
“Stand up Bitch,” Warden Hoskins commanded.
Ollie struggled, but got her footing and remained still.
I was next. I had been beaten so many times over the years, it didn’t affect me as much as it used to, but there was no doubt that Hoskins was more brutal than most. I imagined the welts on the soft flesh of Ollie’s voluptuous ass were much worse than mine. He hit with such a force the manacle chains rattled with every slap.
When he got to Monica, he took a key from his pocket and released her.
“Turn around,” he ordered. “Your breasts are too pale.”
He dropped his belt. I heard the eerie whacking of flesh upon flesh and knew he was unmercifully slapping her breasts. I didn’t hear Monica’s voice. She had suffered worse atrocities in Korea. The only one I was really worried about was Ollie. She had a mouth on her and she wasn’t always smart about when to keep it shut. There was no doubt this was one of those times. I heard Hoskins tell Monica to get on her knees and then I heard a zipper and the familiar sound of slurping. It only lasted a few minutes.
“Damn,” I thought. “We weren’t going to get out as easy as I’d hoped.”
Hoskins told Monica to get up and he unlocked Ollie and me from our restraints and told us to turn around too. I saw the fleshy welts on Ollie’s ass but her face looked composed and determined. I was relieved she had found her endurance. Hoskins must have read my mind and as if he’d decided to try to prove me wrong, he roughly grabbed Oleanna’s arm and drug her toward the stockade. Monica and I watched helplessly as he locked down her arms and head. With horror, we could now see how severely Warden Hoskins had beaten her.
When he had her locked down, he returned to Monica and me and chained our hands to the wall.
“I want you two sluts to watch, but keep your mouths shut.”
On the way back, he picked up his nightstick and as if he had second thoughts turned back to Monica and me.
“If you want to help your friend,” he said, “you’ll grease this up for her.”
He stuck his hand between my legs and felt that I was not wet and did the same to Monica.
“You’re a little better than her,” he said, “so we’ll use you to lube it up.”
“Get her off,” he said, looking at me. “Do it with your mouth. I don’t have much time.”
I got on my knees in front of Monica and put my mouth on her pussy. She wasn’t really wet at all. I tongued her clit and nibbled at her pussy hole with my lips. I felt her clit get a little bigger and started fucking her with my tongue. Her pussy hole was moist and warm. I tongued her harder and concentrated on one spot of her clit and held her tightly around the legs. She was responding wildly now. I felt her start to buck into my forearms and changed my licking to a slow hard rhythm. She came within seconds.
Hoskins pushed me out of the way and stuck his nightstick up Monica’s pussy. She shrieked.
“Shut up Bitch,” he said. “Consider it a love fuck for your prison buddy.”
He took the now shiny club and headed toward Oleanna. He spread her ass apart. We could see the dark pink rim of her asshole as Hoskins inserted the round nub of the nightstick. He shoved it in and Ollie screamed. He slapped her on her blistered ass and told her to shut her trap.
“You’re good and ready now,” he said. “Just like I want you, not too loose and not too tight.”
He dropped the stick, unzipped his uniform pants and took out his enormous cock.
“I’m gonna ream your Hershey ass,” he said. “I’m gonna squirt some milk in your chocolate asshole. Yeah, I want some milk chocolate.”
Hoskins pounded his cock into Oleanna’s ass like a jackhammer. When he was about to cum, he started slapping her hard on her tender blistered ass. His cum was like a fire hose. It erupted with a force that seemed endless.
He unlocked the stock and took the metal cuffs off Monica and me and exited the cell. He left the door open.
Monica and I immediately went to Ollie’s aid. We were all silent. We got dressed and went back through the tunnel. The secret door was ajar. When we got to the library, Juan was waiting for us. If he thought we looked strange or unkempt, he didn’t let on. When he returned the law book, the secret door closed with a soft thud. Juan escorted us to the front door where the Mercedes was waiting.
The ride back to Anima Rising was quiet. I sat in the middle and put my arms around Oleanna and Monica. We didn’t say a word. When we got in, I immediately started running a warm bath with Epsom salts so I could take care of Oleanna.
The next day I called Governor Hoskins. He had on his best politician’s hat. He acted as normal as Christmas.
“Did you get the check Lisa?” he asked.
“I got it,” I said. “But I’m afraid I’m going to have to alter our contract just a bit.”
I was going to triple his fee. The first time in six years I had ever forced an addendum to a contract. I had already cleared this with Oleanna and Monica. I assumed Hoskins would renege. But if he didn’t, Monica and Oleanna would be five grand richer with every session.
“I can suffer a lot of shit for five thousand bucks,” Oleanna said. “I guess, we can think of it as our way of fucking him.”
“Right,” I said. “That’ exactly right.”
Monica nodded in agreement.
“I don’t think he’ll go for it,” I said. “In a way, I hope he doesn’t.”
“It’s hard to believe we’ve got such a sick mother fucker for a governor,” said Oleanna.
I enjoyed sticking it to him when I telephoned.
“Considering the special conditions of your ‘fantasies’ Governor,” I said grinning at Oleanna and Monica, “I’m raising your fee to fifteen thousand per session. That’s five thousand per girl. If you’d like to think about it and let me know that will be fine, but it’s not negotiable.”
Monica and Oleanna were making exaggerated “fuck you” motions in the air. It was hard to keep a straight face. I nodded a few times and told him goodbye.
“What’d he say, Lisa?” asked Monica. “What’d the fucker say?”
“He said ‘no problem’, then he said it was the best session he’s ever had and he was grateful for our endurance and understanding. Not only will we get the triple fee, every six months, we can expect a three thousand dollar bonus.”
“Man,” said Monica. “That’s a lot of dough. That’s enough to bring my Mom from Seoul.”
“He’s still a sicko creep,” said Oleanna rubbing her ass. “But I guess I can do anything for that kind of money.”
“I’ll stock up on Epsom salts.” I said.
