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        The following story contains humor, sex, stripping of clothes and a
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Bikini Brothel Part Three

  By Shon Richards

Michelle was sitting in her Grandmother's office struggling to understand
everything Abigail and Molly were telling her.  Ever since she found out she
had inherited a brothel from her Grandma Rose,  Michelle had been disappointed
by one thing after another.  Instead of sexy girls working for her, she had
young sexy girls dressed as old maids.  Instead of a gorgeous mansion of
ill-repute, she had a crumbling mansion of ill foundation.  And, if what
Abigail and Molly were saying was true, instead of a profitable business, she
had inherited a load of bank debts that made Michelle's credit card debt look
small.

"So let me get this straight, this blanket on the wall lists what we charge?",
asked Michelle.

"That's right", said Molly with a touch of awe, "She handknit this during the
war and she was so proud that her rates never changed."

The quilt stated in faded pink and black colors:

HEALTHY NORMAL SEX- ONE DOLLAR

UNHEALTHY SEX WITH KISSING NASTY PARTS- TWO DOLLARS

UNHEALTHY HEATHEN SEX WITH WHIPS AND CHAINS- THREE DOLLARS

FRESH LINENS FOR EVERYBODY!!!

  	"You have got to be kidding me", Michelle said.  She wished Heather was here
to see this,  she would flip out.  Unfortunately, Heather was out shopping for
the supplies that Michelle had requested.  If Heather knew what these girls
were giving away so cheap, she would ask what they charged for lesbians.

"Madam Rose was pretty strict about her rates,  she felt you couldn't charge
too much for a woman's pleasure.", Molly said.

"Shit,  how the hell you gals manage to stay in business much less make any
money?"

"Easy," Abigail said, "Madam Rose took out five morgatges."

"Right," Molly interjected, "and she owes one hundred thousand by next Monday
morning."

Michelle tightend her legs reflexively in shock.  

"Well since today is Tuesday we have ummm, let's see," a long pause ensued
involving some finger counting and memory racking, "....five days to come up
with the money.  We can do it, but there are going to be changes. First of all,
we will now charge four hundred dollars, blowjobs will be included and one
thousand for any bondage games.  Second, you girls get twenty-five percent of
all rates."

Helga, the resident bondage Mistress, actually smiled and thought Michelle
wasn't that worthless of a slut after all.  The rest of the girls cheered
except for Kiko.  They attributed it to the fact that Kiko didn't understand
any English.  Debra Jo, since she was Texan and had the most experience with
foreign people, tried to translate by repeating the rates, just much louder.

"Wait a minute," Molly interrupted, "How are guys going to be able to afford
that much money?"

Abigail spoke up quickly. "It's a natural side-effect of a brothel that it's
customers engage in illegal activities in order to pay for their illicit lust. 
Widespread break-ins, robberies at gunpoint and car-jackings will escalate all
through the county. Crime families will move in and terrorize decent folk as
they import illegal drugs to fuel their depravities.  Finally, the local men
will go mad with desire and begin raping innocent people."

The girls looked at her in silence as she finished her rant.  

"What the hell was that all about?", shouted Michelle.

Abigail shrunk from her voice. "I read it in a Reader's Digest, umm, I could
be wrong, nevermind."

"Anyway, " Michelle began as she tried to get back on track, "we can't do
anything until we get this house fixed up.  I was going to have those three
hunks Heather found work on it."

The other girls sniggered.  Michelle looked at them crossly and waited for
their giggles to subside.  When their giggles escalated into outright laughter.
 Michelle gave up on their manners and stomped her foot on the desk. "Out with
it, she demanded, what's so damn funny?"

Her cousin Debra Jo answered her. "Madam Rose hired Dean, Carl and Bif as
sexual toys, not as handymen.  She picked them up after they all flunked out of
college.  I doubt they could fix a leaky faucet much less repair this old
place."

Michelle was considering the possibilities of three studs as fulltime help. 
"All three?  Is that how she died?"

"Oh no, " Molly voluntereed. "She was eaten alive."

"Shit! By an escaped lion or something?" asked Michelle.

Molly answered "No, Kiko was eating her out and she had a heart attack right
after her tenth orgasm."  When Michelle looked at her shocked, Molly added
"That is what the autopsy said.  And it took the paramedics an hour to close
her legs in order to fit her into the ambulance."  Kiko blushed and tried to
look somewhat guilty as Michelle looked at this foreign girl with new
admiration.  It's always the quiet ones, although in this case she's only quiet
because no one would understand her anyway.

Without any foreshadowing, a severe looking man walked in with a huge hulking
bodyguard.  The bodyguard was dressed in a black suit and had more muscles
bulging than Michelle had ever seen outside of a football locker room.. He was
over six and a half feet tall and easily dwarfed the man he was protecting. 
Even Helga with her natural bitchiness moved out of his way.  On the other
hand, Becky with her natuaral submissiveness, rolled over on the couch and
lifted her skirt to him.

In contrast to the menace behind him, the lead guy was a small asian man
barely five feet tall.  He strode in with obvious distaste,  inspecting the
floor as he walked.  He sidestepped a wet puddle in order to save his Gucci's. 
Examining him with her expert eye Michelle suspected she could get at least
four decent credit cards out of him with proper teasing.

"Who runs this miserable excuse for a geisha house?" spoke the man much like
you would speak to an errant dog.

Michelle, who has been an errant bitch more than once in her life, answered "I
own this hellhole, is there a problem?"  Michelle was always polite around
potential money victims.

"Young lady, my name is Fuji Yogokumach and I own the country club next door. 
I am hoping you will be more reasonable than the last manager of this brothel
was."  

Michelle rose from her chair and purposely did not pull her skirt down. She
walked around to the front of the desk, leaned forward to show her impressive
cleavage and lifted her buttocks onto the desktop. She scooted herself
backwards, taking special care to flash him several times.  Michelle smelled
money and like a lioness, she knew how to stalk her prey.

Dropping her voice several octaves she asked, "What kind of offer did you
make?"

Mr Yogokumach faltered a moment as he tore his mind from Michelle's peeking
inner thigh.  "I offered Ms. Rose a generous thousand dollars which she so
foolishly turned down."

Michelle suppressed an urge to close her legs.  Cheap men always had a
chilling effect on her.  She made an effort to part her legs and breathe deeply
several times.  She could see Mr. Yogokumach's eyes rise and fall in synch with
her breasts. 

"I'm just a simple and unworldly girl, why would you want to spend so much on
this little old place?" asked Michelle innocently as she spread her thighs even
wider.  Michelle had long ago learned that all the flirting in the world
couldn't compete with opening legs.

"Well, I wanted to open a bar on the eighteenth hole," he responded.  He
paused to wipe his brow, "and this brothel is located right where we could
build a huge place to suck money from our club members."  He winced when he
realized he used the word suck.

Michelle smiled.  She ran her tongue along her lips and finished with a slurpy
noise.  "Only a thousand? Gee I would think this place would be worth a little
more with a bar at stake." 

Mr. Yogokumach shuddered at the slurp noise, and he also came in his pants at
that moment.  He spasmed for a moment, his underwear becoming very messy. 
Unfortunate for Michelle, he had no endurance what so ever.  Now that his
chopstick was rapidly shrinking and was no longer distracting him, his mind got
back to business.  

 "Ohhh, now I see your game you decadent slut." spoke the tired man.  "Trying
to lure me with your abundunt bosom, your slender thighs and your mouth that
glistens even in this dusty house.  Well it didn't work you brazen harlot.  I
have four truck loads of construction equipment and crews outside waiting to
begin work on my bar.  I suggest you take my offer and leave before the banks
forclose on you and I end up with the land anyway."

Michelle snapped her legs shut with a resounding CLAP.  Having her inheritance
threatened was one thing, but being turned down when she was trying to seduce
someone for money?  Anger coursed through rosy cheeks and her bosom threatened
to leave her shirt.  She brought her knees up and stood precariously on top of
her desk.  She snapped her hands to her hips and looking down on him, she began
her speech, totally oblivious to the fact that at his height, he could and was
looking right up her skirt.

"You listen to me Mr. Yoko Ono Kimono gucchi, my grandmother founded this
place so that horny guys can have a place to get their rocks off in a clean
enviroment.  She made this place with clean linens and cheap prices.  She
thought blow-jobs were dirty and women should wear dresses.  I loved my Grandma
and I am so glad she trusted me enough to own this place even though she was
kinda nuts.  You can't have a brothel without blowjobs, I mean come on. Sex
without blowjobs is like makeup without lipstick.  And what the hell was she
thinking with those prices?  Men will pay through the nose for any sex they
think they can get away with.  You don't make it cheap, you make them pay and
pay dearly for your lovejoy, you know?"

Michelle looked around the room dumbly as she realized she got a little off
subject. Mr Yogo wasn't going to say anything as his eyes were on her crotch
and his mind was on geishas, chopsticks and (for reasons known only to his
psychiatrist), popcorn.  The other ladies were trying not to say anything about
her rant, you never want to draw a nymphomaniac's attention.

Mr Yogokumach recovered first. "Young lady, either way I will end up paying
the mortgage and I would rather buy it now than have to wait.  Considering you
are a smart girl, I'll raise my offer to two thousand."

Michelle carefully got down from the desk.  Pulling her skirt down with anger
at not being able to seduce him, she glared right at him.

"Well it looks like you'll have to wait for Monday to buy it from the bank
cause I'm not selling." said Michelle.

"I see, well I hope you reconsider because I am in a hurry to begin and we
wouldn't want you to have the same fate as your grandmother would we?" spoke
the sinister asian man.  When he realized subtlety might be lost on her, he
added "I mean the last person to oppose me is dead and now you," he pointed at
her to make sure she was following along, "are opposing me."

Michelle was unafraid.  She had survived countless assasinations from the
mothers of competing cheerleaders.  She had overcome Mafia hitmen when she
worked as a waitress at the nude barbecue resturaunt at the beach.  No threats
of death were going to scare Michelle, considering she ended up fucking anyone
who tried to kill her.

"Yeah well, the last person to oppose me is doing quite well at the hair
cutting college come to think of it." she said, not realizing her threat had
ended with speculation of old friends.

Mr Yogokumach smiled cunningly and letting his gaze fall on Kiko briefly, he
turned away and walked out, his bodyguard trailing behind him.  When he was
gone Abigail jumped up and pointed at Kiko.
  	
"Did you see that!" Abigail exclaimed with feverish excitement.  "He looked
right at Kiko before he left.  Now that I think of it, Kiko joined our brothel
right after Mr. Yogokumach offered to buy it.  And snce she was the last one
with Madam Rose when she died,  I bet she's killed her on his orders!"

Abigail smiled.  She waited to be congratulated for her quick thinking and
saving all of their lives.  She sadly was not expecting Michelle wiggle her
finger at her while she shook her head.

"Abigail,  that was a really racist thing to say." said an angry Michelle. 
"Just because Kiko and Mr. Yogokumach are asian and some other wild
coincidences, you think they are working together.  I am not tolerating racism
in my brothel, so you better clean up that attitude."

Abigail was dumbfounded and didn't protest when she saw the other girls
agreeing with Michelle.  Michelle was very pissed at not being able to seduce a
guy but immediatly smiled as Heather came in.  She was carrying shopping bags
and had a look of smugness on her.  Heather dropped the bags in the middle of
the room and started distributing clothes to the other girls.

"Great work Heather, " said Michelle, "now everybody put on their new clothes
and you'll see how we are going to save this dump."

The girls quickly stripped out of their hated floral dresses that were once
their standard uniform.  Michelle appraised each one as they became nude and
and took no care to hide stroking herself.

Helga was the first undressed, her muscular body free of imperfections. 
Michelle's eyes were entranced by Helga's pierced nipples.  They had gold rings
that were clearly visible even under the black bikini top Heather had bought
her.  Her shaved pussy slid into the black bottom like it was sprayed on.  If
it wasn't for the fact that Helga could kick her ass,  Michelle would have been
all over her.

Molly unfastened her hair bun to let her bleach blonde hair fall to her
shoulders.  She then dropped her dress to the floor, revealing shapely 34B
breasts and a brown patch of pubic hair.  She struggled to slide her purple
bikini bottom up around her womanly hips.  Michelle bit her lip as Molly
covered her succulent breasts into her purple top.  If it wasn't for the fact
that Michelle had just had her today, she would of been all over her.

Quiet Becky was already undressed and her body was small and delectable.  Her
32B tits confused Michelle as to why hadn't she had them surgicly enhanced by
now.  Her yellow string bikini did a wonderful job of exsposing what small
charms she had.  If it wasn't for the fact that Michelle had face rode her
already, she would of been all over her.

Michelle's cousin Debra Jo was sitting nude on the couch,  brushing out her
long peroxide hair.  It came easily down past her ass,  and was thick and curly
like the dust bunnies under Michelle's bed.  Debra winked at Michelle as she
first put one long slender Texan leg into her electric blue bikini bottom and
then the other tanned leg through.  She stood up and ran her hands over her
modestly artificial 39DD breasts before snapping her too tight blue bikini top
over them.  If it wasn't for the fact that incest causes deformed limbs,
Michelle would have been all over her.

Kiko was still in her floral dress.  However the table beside her was covered
in nunchuks, metal shurikens, a black mask, three knives of various sizes, two
grenades and fifty feet of nylon rope.  After pulling a small sword out from
under her dress,  Kiko then shed her clothes with ease.  Her sleek shaven pussy
was quickly covered by a white bikini bottom and her unasian 38D breasts had to
be manually squeezed into her white bikini top.  If it wasn't for the fact that
Kiko might use one of those weapons on her, Michelle would have been all over
her.

Cindy was nude and trying to fit some of her sex toys in before putting on the
bikini.  Her short-cut brown hair fell over her face as she bent over to insert
her anal beads into her buttocks.  After inserting a small twelve inch vibrator
into her bushy wet spot, she covered up with a flimsy yellow bikini.  Her
unnaturual 38C's fit into her top and projected from her chest at a 90 degree
angle.  If it wasn't for the fact that she wouldn't share her toys, Michelle
would have been all over her.

Michelle's hungry gaze fell on Abigail.  The shy nerdy girl was still in her
floral dress and was wrinkling her nose at the strings of black that was a
bikini.  She was holding it out like it was something dirty, shaking her head
in disapproval.

Abigail spoke "Ms. Michelle, why do I have to wear a bikini?  I'm just the
bookkepper, I'm not a hooker."

"You are now Abigail," said Michelle, "From now on, anyone who works here also
works as a sex entertainer.  Even the handymen will double as studs for the
women customers."

Abigail frowned. "Now you know that women don't come to brothels,  if they
want some, they can get it in town."

Michelle's cheeks blushed through her make-up.  "Abigail, if it's not one
thing it's another.  First you had that big speech about crime and
prostitution, then you accused Kiko of being some sort of assasin.  Now you
won't wear your uniform, you have to go point out that we aren't going to get
any women costumers and now you say you are not going to put out?  You have a
bad attitude missy, and I know just how to fix it."

Abigail shrunk from under this barrage.  "Now wait a second Ms. Michelle, "she
started, "can't we compromise?  Maybe I can be a hostess or something?"

Michelle ignored her and walked over to grab her wrists.  As Abigail begged
not to be fired, Michelle brought her over to the sofa and bent her over her
knee. Abigail stopped her protests and her eyes widened as she realized where
this was headed.  As Michelle lifted Abigail's skirt up over her hips, Abigail
began to struggle.

"Now Abigail, quit that right now or you're fired." admonished Michelle.

"But Ms. Michelle, if you fire me I'll have no where to go.  Madam Rose took
me in after I was thrown out of Yale for revealing the faculty slave auction
conspiracy to the newspapers." protested Abigail.

"What?  Damn it girl, you spoil every good thing you come across, don't you? 
Well it looks like this spanking is overdue." said Michelle.

"Let me spank her please Michelle," begged Heather, "I hate those smart ass
types."

"No let me." said Cindy, "She was always pestering me about how unhealthy it
was to for me to keep my dildos in the fridge."

"If anyone is going to spank her," started Helga, "it's going to be me.  I
want to pay her back for all that talk about domination is just my way of
getting attention I didn't receive as a child."

The other girls all had complaints of their own.  Except for Kiko who stepped
back and simply smiled.  Helga ran down to her basement and came back up with
several different shape paddles and per Michelle's insistence,  she gave each
of the girls one.  Abigail squirmed helplessly in Michelle's expert grasp.

Abigail's buttocks were covered by a Winnie-the-Pooh panties,  something
Heather quickly slide down.  Michelle tightened her grip as Debra Jo stepped
up, swung back like a batter, and let loose.

WHAPP! sounded the paddle and Abigail shreiked loud as the sting coursed
through her body.  She barely had time to catch her breath when Cindy stepped
into place and delivered a vicious backhand to her ass.  Her shriek was even
louder this time and her struggling was getting Michelle very wet.

Abigail's next scream lasted a whole ten seconds as Helga was using a paddle
with airholes in it.  The extra perforations had Abigail's ass burning with
sensation.  Becky had a brief moment of mercy and waited a few seconds before
smacking Abigail's ass with all the might her arms could muster.  The force was
enough to pop Abigal's glasses clean off her face and to rub Michelle's thighs
together in a most distracting way.

Kiko calmy walked over and recovered Abigail's glasses from the floor.  She
slid them back onto Abigail's face very gently, suprising Abigail completly. 
Which sadly enough, made her totally unprepared for Molly's double handed swipe
at her blushing buttocks.  The stripes on her ass burned crimson and made the
perfect target for Heather.  Heather, using her brief training she learned as a
golf caddy girl, had an excellent follow through which would of made her golf
tutor/lover proud.  For Abigail, it just made her eyes cross as the heat
cascaded through her body.

Michelle let her back up, although sneaking a touch on her very warm backside.
 She was pleased when Abigail jumped at such a slight touch.  Michelle tried to
soothe her with her usual people skills.

"There now, isn't a nice spanking a great way to release some tension?" asked
Michelle.

Abigail pulled her skirt over her ass, the blushing on her face was worse than
on her butt. "No, not really.  Is spanking my ass suppossed to liberate my
libido and turn me into some sort of mellow sex kitten now?  Am I suppossed to
loose all my inhibitions now just cause you overwhelmed me and made me scream?"

Michelle bit her bottom lip.  Helga said with bright eyes, "Does this mean we
can spank her again?"

Abigail, although stubborn, was not dumb.  She tossed her dress off and
revealed enormous 44E tits that impressed even Debra Jo.  Quickly Abigail put
on her black bikini and tried to look sexy.  For Abigail, looking sexy was
looking someone in the eye,  but it was enough to convince Michelle that she
was serious.

"You girls start straightening the place up, I expect to open for the
weekend." ordered Michelle.

"But Ms. Michelle," protested Molly, "we are going to need to do alot more
than just clean up to make this place presentable."

Michelle smiled and answered, "Oh I know, and Mr. YugoKumach said there was a
whole construction crew outside just waiting to be put to use.  Debra Jo, you
come with me and let's see how much it'll cost to hire some men."

Continued in Bikini Brothel Part 3 and 1/2
"Only a fool scolds a cat for licking it's own behind"--Warren Murphy

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