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OTEC the novel		http://literatemachine.com/node/142
OTEC COPYRIGHT (C) 2007 DAWootan, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED by DAWootan


	[ 53 A Little Red Whorehouse ]

Vin, as always, was just trying to help.
Deliberate central planning always fails due to unforeseen consequences.

Vin put over a million gold in prize money for Fleet Week contests.
Women came from all over the world, positive they would win.
Some of these women became stranded charity cases.
One woman in particular, was a looker, Vin talked Kathy into finding 
some make work for her.
Kathy observed the woman had no talent for anything, Vin disagreed.

Vin was surprised, Kathy gave him no push back whatsoever with his goofy 
idea,
she she actually seemed excited by the concept.

They moved a couple of businesses around on the mezzanine, gaining the 
floor space they needed.
What they had in mind was totally inappropriate for the high class 
retail space on the grand promenade below.
The mezzanine was reserved for small businesses of a more modest nature.

They opened two businesses side by side, with circa 1880, false front 
western motif.
The red building had a large sign painted on the faults front:
		Dance Hall, Saloon, and Whorehouse.
Next door, the blue building read:
		Dance Hall, Saloon, and Stud house
The tourist got a good laugh when they went through either door.
Both doors lead into the same dance hall and saloon.

Business was brisk, the facilities were well done, creaky wooden floors, 
red Victorian wallpaper, tin ceilings.
The upstairs rooms had proper wallpaper and brass beds.
Tourists expected to pay for a good time, and this was a very good time.

The dance hall girls all wore proper 1880 dance hall costumes, with 
petticoats.
The dance Hall dresses were shorter than the originals, times had changed.
Some of the studs were praetorians, in addition to proper western wear, 
they wore six guns on their hips.
There was a piano player, with garters on his sleeves, playing, a 
slightly out of tune, upright tin piano.
Tourists loved it. the place looked, smelled, and sounded like a 
wild-west-whorehouse.

Vin opened a dry goods store next door.
He did a booming business, selling and renting, wild-west clothing to 
tourists.
He made a small fortune selling whorehouse tokens, redeemable at his 
whorehouse.
Many Japanese tourists spent their entire vacation dressed as cowboys 
and cowgirls.
Many of the wives would dress as dance hall girls walking, arm in arm, 
around town with their cowboy tourist husbands.
They would visit the little red whorehouse, where the husband would give 
his wife a whorehouse token.
The wives, pretending they were real prostitutes, would not follow 
meekly behind, they would grab their
"John" by the arm, leading him upstairs for a fuck in a squeaky brass bed.
Occasionally a group of men would take things to the next level, each 
giving his friend's wive his whorehouse token.
Sometimes a group of wives would take turns, one wife taking tokens from 
all the men, having them form a line
outside her door, where they could hear the brass bed squeaking away, as 
she fucked her husband's friends,
one by one.
On rare occasions, one of them would go all the way, dressing as a 
proper 1880 dance hall pimp.
You want to fuck my wife? The price, I get to pimp your wife.
For a day, and a night, she fucks everyone, and everything I tell her to.
For a day, and a night, you get to pimp my wife. Make her stand in a 
lineup, as hundred men look at her.
Make her fuck the hundred men.
There were web pages, in Japanese, promoting this novel vacation concept.
The whorehouse expanded continuously, business boomed.
Every week at least one of these "Japanese vacation pimps" would lead 
his pretend-prostitute-wife over to Vin,
with obvious intent.
Vin would give the tiny women a whorehouse token , mounted in a walnut 
frame, suitable for hanging.
After they finished with her souvenir photographs, Vin would then lead 
the blushing woman upstairs,
stuffing her cunt , balls deep, with his over sized European pecker, as 
she wiggled beneath him,
producing those amazing sounds only Japanese women make, having sex.

It became fashionable for P2 residents, after work, to put on western 
wear, joining Vin, at his whorehouse,.
If you were local, the bartender would not give you your free beer, if 
you were not in costume.
Lazarus made everyone promiscuous, there being no alternative. But 
societies resist change,
basic morals and mores, do not change, they may be driven underground, 
but remain for life.
Lazarus did not mandate public sex.
Fleet Week was unique, world-famous, as an example of an exception to 
the rule.
The Hall, Saloon, and Whorehouse was a pub, a watering hole for locals, 
who enjoyed
watching tourists make fools of themselves.
Tourists who naively thought they were in a real whorehouse.
Occasionally a local lady, whose husband was elsewhere, or into that 
sort off thing, might pretend she was a whore, taking a clueless 
tourists upstairs, for mutually beneficial medical necessity.
There was no public sex, no depraved whores on stage fucking donkeys.
These were men with their wives, spending an evening in their pub.
A pub decorated with red and gold Victorian wallpaper and a tin ceiling.
	 _____

One evening Vin was sitting with Beatrice and Lady Kathy at their usual 
table.
Vin was dressed in his riverboat gamblers suit, his women were dressed 
in their dance hall costumes.
They were enjoying themselves, tourists make fools of themselves.
A Japanese tourist walked slowly by, admiring Lady Kathy's breasts.
Vin watched him double back, digging in his pocket, offering his wife a 
whorehouse token, good for one fuck.

Lady Kathy reached for the token, then drew her hand back suddenly, as 
if the token was hot.
She turned to her husband, a pathetically hopeful smile on her face, as 
though she were a little girl,
asking for candy she knew she could not have.
Vin responded to her pathetic smile, feeling his intense love for her, 
aware of his sudden erection.
Vin took a deep breath, slowly nodding his head.
For and instant Kathy looked startled, hesitating imperceptibly, then 
turned quickly, taking the token.
Vin sat there smiling, his penis oozing, watching his pink flushed wife, 
lead the happy tourist away.
Beatrice reached over, stroking the noticeable lump at the front of 
Vin's trousers.
Her eyes were sparkling as she shared Vin's sexual excitement.
Vin leaned over kissing his mistress on the lips, leaning back.

Lady Kathy returning, pink flushed, glowing, triumphantly, tossing her 
whorehouse token onto Vin's table.
She sat beside her husband's mistress, smiling hugely at her.
Beatrice began squirming as though she had ants in her pants.
She stood abruptly, hiking her dress obscenely, sliding her panties off, 
throwing them under the table.

She left her beautiful dress hiked up as she sat down, legs spread 
widely, her vagina smiling at the world.
It took about thirty seconds for a tourist to arrive, eyes wide, holding 
his whorehouse token.
Beatrice smiled back, standing slowly, holding her dress up, allowing 
the wide-eyed tourist to oogle her genitalia.
While he was reaching with trembling fingers to touch her dark mound, 
she plucking the token from his fingers,
tossing it on the table in front of Vin, leading Smiling Tourist away.

Vin sat there, looking at the two whorehouse tokens, realizing he was 
now a pimp.
He could call a halt, claim he was drunk, claim it was a one time event, 
not to be repeated.
He could not.

The event set the tone for the next couple of years.
Five days a a week, Vin would dress as an 1880's style pimp.
Slowly at first, but in time other men joined him pimping their wives, 
sending them upstairs with smiling terrorists.
Mostly though, it was just their wives, asking Vin to pimp them.

One day Vin was sitting there looking at his tokens.
The tokens excited him in away he had not felt since, the first Fleet 
Week when he had discovered his girlfriend Kathy, on her back in front 
of him, fucking a mile long line of Marines.
A hundred had already fucked her, her pubic hair sticking to her body, 
slick with semen,.
Vin felt his dick might explode staring at, the continuous ten foot 
river, of semen flowing from her.
Vin remembered her staring at him, holding his gaze so he could not look 
away, as man after man fucked her,
as an army fucked her, each of them coming inside her, filling her with 
their spunk, keeping her river flowing.
Vin had been powerless, unable to look away.

Vin's erotic memories faded as he realized half a dozen tourists, had 
gathered, smiling at his wife.
His loving wife gave them a smile that made their elections quiver.
Kathy turned her head, for an instant, making eye contact with Vin, 
smiling wickedly.
Vin watched his wife, raise up slightly, squatting about her chair, 
hiking her dance hall dress above her hips,
exposing her freshly fucked cunt for the astonished tourists.
They stepped forward immediately, attempting to hand her their tokens, 
she shook her head,
pointing at Vin with her chin. making, and holding, eye contact with 
him, waiting.
Vin was the first to look away, he collected seven whorehouse tokens 
with trembling fingers.
She smiled at him knowingly, standing, holding her dress up exposing 
herself obscenely, leaning back
against the table, her feet widely spaced.
She held that pose until the group leader stepped forward, fondling her 
privates.
A pool of silence began spreading around them, as people turned, 
watching a live sex show.
As First Tourist was fingering her, she reached down with both hands, 
stroking the trousers
of his closest friends, caressing their erections.
Vin was a amazed, his wife definitely knew how to act like a real whore.
There were hesitant, almost fearful, looking to Vin for encouragement, 
he smiled nodding, making
a hand motions for them to continue their lewd behavior.
They smiled hugely, giving brief short bows, they had heard of European 
pimps.
They knew European barbarians pimped their own wives.
This gigantic blonde slut was obviously not Vin's wife, but they 
fantasized nonetheless.
They reached into Kathy dress, pulling her large European breasts free, 
exposing them for their pleasure.
After each of them had taken a turn fondling her, sticking fingers in 
her twat, she turned, facing the table,
leaning forward, her breasts hanging freely, exposing the row of tiny 
buttons at the back of her dress.
She looked over, maintaining eye contact with Vin as the tourists, with 
clumsy fingers, began undressing her,
preparing to fuck her as he watched.
The room had grown deathly quiet, the piano had fallen silent.
She was the owner's wife, so she could.
People gathered, in a circle surrounding them, open mouthed.
Only the Japanese tourists were nonplussed.
Kathy was soon more than naked, dressed in fishnet stockings, garter 
belt, with both breasts hanging
over the top of her red and black whorehouse brazier.
She stood facing them letting them enjoy the beautiful body they were 
about to fuck, the body they had paid for.
Vin had taken their money, Kathy had to fuck them.
There were rooms upstairs were for sex..
No one had ever gotten naked before, letting customers fondled them 
publicly, certainly no one had ever done
what the owner's wife was preparing to do.
Locals and tourists alike, pressed close around the table, as an 
electric tension filled the room.

The bartender arrived with a small set of steps, used for reaching 
bottles on the top shelf.
Vin placed the stairs at the edge of Kathy's table, offering her his 
hand, a gentlemen helping a
noble lady into her carriage.
To the sound of soft applause, head held high, Lady Kathy ascended her 
stairs, regal as a queen.
She stood on the table, holding her cunt open with fingers from both 
hands, turning slowly in a full circle,
letting everyone delight in her, in her lovely body, her pink cunt, in 
her audacity, in her sexual energy.
She stopped, facing Vin, holding her pose, until he nodded for her to 
continue.
She was more than beautiful, more than sexy, she had a contract to 
perform an act of public prostitution.
Everyone had the play book of this opera, the tourists were going to 
gang fuck Kathy on the tabletop,
while Vin, watched his wife do it.
Kathy slowly lowered herself onto her back, spreading her long lovely 
legs, her outer lips separated,
revealing the pink of her inner womanhood.
Vin was close enough to see, a small amount of semen leak out, dripping 
on the table.

Kathy smiled at Vin, extending her arm, inviting him to hold her hand.
The crowd began to applaud, giving their approval, displaying desire to 
see the show.
Vin felt the attention of the crowd focused on him, he hesitated letting 
the tension build.
There is no going back now. Vin thought to himself.
Vin nodding to First Tourist , who stepped forward, fucking the blond 
slut he had paid for.
His wife was staring into his eyes, he felt her tremble as she was 
penetrated, her trembling
was replaced with regular movement, as she began her signature rocking 
hip motion, matching her customer
stroke for stroke, giving him his money's worth.
She continued staring into Vin's eyes as First Tourist finished, next in 
line taking his place.
Vin leaned over, kissing his wife, feeling her quiver as they gang 
fucked her.
She stared up, unblinking, sharing memories of their first Fleet Week, 
knowing her husband
was remembering her, on her back, legs held wide, taking on all comers, 
just as she was now.
There was wild applause, as Vin abruptly dropped Kathy's hand, walking 
rapidly to stand at the end of her line.
Several friends of the family, tokens in hand, took places behind him.

Beatrice returned, smiling at Vin, attempting to get him to abandon 
Kathy's line.
She held her skirt up doing a slow pirouette, displaying she too, had a 
freshly fucked cunt.
Vin shook his head, smiling politely.
Instead he nodded to the bartender who was standing there holding a 
second set of steps.
The crowd enthusiastically pushed a second table into place, and began 
forming a line, before
Beatrice had time to climb onto her table.
Moments later two women were fucking publicly, as the patrons of Vin's 
establishment watched, open mouthed.

The crowd grew magically as people rushed in from the street, soon there 
was a mob of naked men,
waiting their turn.
The president of the Aphrodite club arrived, got naked, spreading her 
legs on an adjacent table.
Vin watched as, one by one, wives of men he had known for years, got 
naked, found a table,
spreading their legs.
Vin sat in a chair, between his two tables, collecting tokens.
He and the other men would periodically go find a sexy woman on a 
tabletop, paying her husband
for the right to fuck his wife.
Vin sat in his chair, all night long, watching a line of strangers fuck 
his wife, and mistress.
Vin collected ninety seven whorehouse tokens

Beatrice's husband threw a conniption fit.
Beatrice moved into Vin and Kathy's spare bedroom.

The two women realized some essential truths.
No matter how POSH the Aphrodite club was, it was a bordello. Elegant 
and discreet but a bordello nonetheless.
The elegant ladies with manicured nails, smelling of lavender and talcum 
powder, sitting at their small tables
with Cinzano umbrellas, were whores, whores in a line up, competing for 
John's.
They realized these elegant ladies thought true whores, did truly 
disgusting things like fucking donkeys on stage.
Whores who would do a line of men with half a liter of donkey whiz 
drained out of them.
They realized their husbands would lie through their teeth, agreeing 
that fucking donkeys on stage
was truly disgusting.
They realized they were true whores, and knew what men truly wanted.

The following night, Vin was standing alone at the bar drinking his 
beer, Beatrice and Lady Kathy
were off "tending to business."

The piano looked like, and sounded like, a slightly out of tune circa 
1880, tin whorehouse piano.
It was actually a modern electronic theater organ.
There was a drum roll, followed by raucous cancan music, the house 
lights dimmed.
There was a seldom used small stage at the far end of the room.
Vin, and everyone else, turned to watch. The stage lights came up, the 
stage curtains
parted, revealing a naked Lady Kathy smiling at them.
There was applause, which turned to shouting, stomping, and whistling, 
as Beatrice let the donkey on stage.

As his friends and employees stared in amazement, Vin watched his wife 
fuck a donkey on stage.
Beatrice went next.
Spot lights slowly came up, revealing two foam topped bar tables 
surrounded by velvet ropes.
The lights came to full intensity illuminating the two tables, as though 
they were in full sunlight.
Both women had donkey juice, leaking to both knees, as the lay on their 
backs on adjoining tables,
holding hands.
Vin went first.
"I love you." His wife told him, as donkey semen leaked out of her, 
coating his testicles.
"I love you too." He replied.
God help me, I am in love with the world's biggest slut, and she is in 
love with a sick bastard,
who loves watching other men fuck her.

At least once a week, sometimes on a Saturday, Vin had "pimps night".
Whores were not allowed to touch money. Their husband's dressed as a 
1880's style pimps,
sat in chairs beside their wife's table, pimping them.
When the sexual tension became unbearable the pimps would find an 
available whore,
paying her husband for the right to watch them, publicly fuck his wife.


They two women found they got immense enjoyment from turning tricks, 
taking money,
allowing men to fuck them while their friends watched, then fucking 
their friends as well.
They were not playing at whoring, they had crossed the line they were 
whoring, enjoying it.
Sex was pleasurable, it feels good. But what they were doing was more 
than something
that feels good between the legs. They were doing theater, they were 
performing, getting that
special high thespians know, so well.
They were enjoying both pleasures simultaneously, pleasures unavailable 
to the average woman.
Vin found he enjoyed watching them do it., he had found his true 
calling, he was a pimp!

The two women began hanging out in the whorehouse in the evenings, 
competing with each other.
They would lay on their backs on adjacent tables, holding hands, their 
legs spread wide.
Afterwords they would see who had the most tokens.

Kathy and Beatrice exposing their vaginas, fucking publicly, introduced 
marketplace forces.
As Kathy was wife of the owner, the other whores could not complain.
Their only option was to expose their vaginas , and fuck publicly, as well.

In time all of the dance hall dresses, were redesigned with a flap in 
the front.
There was Velcro on the hem, and near the breasts, allowed the flap to, 
expose the whores working
equipment in a truly obscene fashion.
In time the flap was dispensed with, the garment became a parody of 
an1880s dance hall dress.
There were loud colors, mostly red and black, with black fishnet 
stockings, part corset, part cut-away brazier, mostly lingerie, with 
fabric behind and to the sides.
The garter belts, and stockings framed their vaginas, outlining them, 
calling attention to them,
announcing to the world there were whores, doing business in a whorehouse.

They had strap on longer skirts, with voluminous petticoats to wear as 
they walked down Main Street,
at least most of the time, once or twice a month Kathy and Beatrice 
Would walk to work with their
vaginas exposed.


The women strapped on their longer skirts, with voluminous petticoats, 
when they took to
the stage to dance the cancan.

Soon Kathy's staff girls, and the praetorian wives, began joining them, 
for evenings of
friendly competition in the Little Red Whorehouse.
Little Sister in particular enjoyed having men admire her hairless crotch.
She had the cutest collection of Wild West schoolgirl outfits.
With her school books on the table beside her, she would sit with 
Beatrice and Kathy, competing with them.
When several cruise ship were end port simultaneously, three tables 
would be pushed close together,
the three women would hold hands, while simultaneously servicing three 
lines of men.
Sometimes they would gossip, as the tourists fucked them.

Afterwords they would carefully count their tokens, seeing who had the most.

At the end of their shift, Beatrice and Kathy would fill their vaginas 
with whorehouse tokens, putting on panty girdles.
Their pimp Vin would slide the panty girdles was off, carefully count 
the tokens, placing them on the bedside table.
The loser got Vin, he would throw one more whorehouse token on the 
bedside table, and mount the woman.
( Both women kept diaries, and recorded the numbers. )
For all intents and purposes Vin had two wives.

They did the cancan without wearing underwear, briefly exposing their 
vaginas.
They would build up to the climax where they would raise their skirts 
and shoot
round plastic balls out of their vaginas.

They gave lessons to lady tourists, encouraging them to find a round 
ball of proper diameter, and join on stage.
Men would line up, to enthusiastically reload the chorus line of willing 
vaginas.
Once reloaded the women would take to the stage as the rocas cancan 
music would begin once more.

Every two hours cancan music would begin playing loudly.
All activity would stop, as everyone watched the professional whores put 
on their show.

Kathy, Beatrice and the steering committee would take to the stage.

They would not necessarily do the cancan.
The would fuck dogs, donkeys, big horn sheep, goats, Shetland ponies, 
Chimpanzees, and well endowed
audience volunteers on stage.

None of this happened instantly, of course, things take time, even 
obscene things.
The two-hour time schedule evolved, business picked up noticeably in the 
minutes preceding a show.
The first week. Lady Kathy and Beatrice had the stage to themselves. The 
following week
a Portuguese tourist joined them on stage, showing the crowd what a lady 
from a culture
that truly believes in lusty ladies, was capable of.
Two hours later the president of the Aphrodite club, joined them, making 
it a four woman show.
 From there on things were pretty much self sustaining.
Wives of men Vin had known for years, proper respectable women, joined 
the show.
Vin was forced to admit he knew nothing of women, or what motivated them.

Sometimes they would all kneel simultaneously on the bar top, their 
vaginas all in a row
facing a room full of men.
The men watched as a large troop of male Bonobo Chimpanzees, were led 
into the room.
The Chimpanzees climbed onto the bar and began to fuck them all 
simultaneously.

The Chimpanzees were well trained, after they finished fucking
the steering committee, they would grab quarters from a large bowl,
end run around the room offering them to women.
A surprising number of lady tourist would turn the trick.

The crowd was riotous before the show, by the time the show concluded, 
women were lubricating to their knees,
and men had semen oozing from their manhood's
Prim and proper tourist ladies who had never done public sex before, 
fucked sheep and did sandwiches on stage.
Most Saturdays the stage was occupied continuously, as tourist ladies 
put on impromptu shows
for their husbands in the front row.

While they were watching the show, a buffet table would be set up, so 
people could grab a fast bite to eat.

At home Vin and Kathy would lay in bed together thinking up new shows.
Sometimes they would have lunch with the steering committee to brainstorm.

Studs and the tourists enjoyed the show, while the saloon music played on.

If there were multiple cruise ships in port the Little Red Whorehouse 
had riotous sexual activity until dawn.

With four or more cruise ships in port simultaneously, the Saturday 
night sex riot would continue
until noon Monday.

Weekdays the whorehouse did not close at noon, but changed in its modus 
operandi.
 From noon until three, bashful women would take their men upstairs, to 
a squeaky brass bed,
and deal with their medical necessity.

 From three until six the whorehouse was the Aphrodite club in 
everything but name.
	 _____

Kay would visit them every other month or so, Kathy would always find an 
emergency at work,
giving them an afternoon together, allowing them to fuck each other silly.

The conversation eventually turned to the Little Red Whorehouse.
"I've always wondered what it would feel like to be a whore." Kay observed
"That's easy enough to fix." Vin allowed
"Your wife won't become upset, with you pimping her mother?" Kay asked
"I would hope not, she tried whoring herself a week ago."
( Vin thought it was pure chance, Kay had arrived at that point in time. )
"My daughter is fucking men for money?"
"Yes, and enjoying it hugely."
"Will she be doing this tonight?"
"Yes."
"Will you take me there?"

Lady Kathy looked up as a couple pushed their way through the swinging 
double doors.
It was Vin and her mother.

Kay stopped several feet away, eying her daughters exposed vagina.
"That's, ah, quite an outfit you have there."
"Marketplace forces mother."
"I have decided I want to see what it feels like to be a prostitute."
Kathy glanced ever so briefly in Vin's direction.
He was smiling, listening intently.
"Mother! You are joking right?"
"No I am serious."
"Well then you'd better let me help you."
Mother and daughter cooperated, they hiked up Kay's petticoats, 
buttoning them in place,
exposing her vagina obscenely.
"What next?"
"You wait for a customer."

Kay said she like whoring, asking to became one of Vin's regulars.
When she was in residence Vin had, essentially, three wives, who took 
their turns sleeping with him.
When Kay was off traveling Kathy and Beatrice, took turns alternating 
nights.
Vin was the happiest man on the planet.

	 _____

After six, Lady Kathy and Beatrice would strut back and forth on a bar top.
Men would hold out tokens, the two women would take the tokens, picking 
them up with their pussy lips.
Beatrice would mash her thighs together as she picked up the token, she 
would not allow her butterfly,
to turn down a gratuity.
If a gentleman held out a cigar, they would moisten it thoroughly with 
vagina juice.
They would squat, leaving the end exposed allowing the gentleman to 
retrieve his cigar.

The bar sold many expensive cigars, as well as whiskey in bottles.
For the Asian trade, they also sold plum wine in similar bottles.
And of course two liter bottles of soda pop.
If anyone ordered drink by the bottle, the bartender would give it to 
one of the bar top women.

Bar top women always had their dresses buttoned
out of the way, leaving their vaginas exposed.
Visiting lady tourists might get naked, but the professional whores 
never did.
Black fishnet is far more obscene than pale skin alone.

The men were slack-jawed as Kathy would insert the bottle
and casually fist it out of sight.
She would walk over and squat, the bottle would gradually reappear.
The bar did a booming business selling liquor by the bottle.

Sometimes Little Sister would join them.
Watching Beatrice deliver whiskey was riveting, she could also make a 
bottle disappear,
you could just see the bottom of it, inside her pink impossibly dilated 
orifice.
Her dark curly pubic hair was visible beneath her butterfly which acted 
as a picture frame.

Little Sister would stop conversation when she delivered whiskey.
Little girls simply don't have vaginas capable of doing what she did, as 
they watched,
she would insert the bottle backwards with the neck protruding.
She would pull down one of her petticoats that had a large buttonhole, 
stitched in it.
The buttonhole was the size of a whiskey bottle neck.
She could walk all day this way, without dropping the bottle.
The room was silent as she walked proudly to the table that had ordered 
the bottle.
She would unfastened bottleneck, raising her petticoats.
She would lean back slightly as a tourist pulled the bottle from her vagina.
Afterwords she would usually hop on the table for a gang bang.

Many wealthy customers would return the bottle unopened.
Vin also sold two liters of soda pop at the same price as whiskey.
He made this much money off the soda pop as he did the whiskey.

Beatrice and Little Sister got fifty percent of the take on drinks by 
the bottle.
Soon all of the saloon girl dresses were modified for vaginal bottle 
delivery.
Women whose vagina could accommodate a whiskey bottle, got a fifty 
percent kickback for delivery.
They teased women whose vaginas could not accommodate whiskey bottles.
Women with small vaginas delivered cigars.

Vin installed a pussy stretching machine. There were two bicycle seats, 
side-by-side, with two
protruding pink rubber bladders build of the sort of rubber hot water 
bottles are made from.
Sometimes they would inflate two whores simultaneously, seeing who would 
cry uncle first.
Most of the time the customers would flip a coin, pointing to one of the 
inflatable dildos.
The whores would impale herself on the proffered pole, as customers 
inserted coins to operate the hand pump.
The two piston pump sent equal amounts of air to both bladders, 
inflating them equally.
A crowd would gather, watching the external inflatable dildo swell 
unimaginably.
If the whore was agreeable, she would let men feel her abdomen is it 
inflated.

The pussy stretching machine was such a commercial success Vin installed 
a second machine
without the protruding pink rubber bladders. It was a pussy fart machine.
A whore who was into that sort of thing, would impaled herself on the 
gigantic nozzle, as customers inserted coins to operate the hand pump.
The whore would allow as much air to be pumped into her vagina as she 
could tolerate.
Men would pay more, to inflated a whore, watching world class pussy 
farts, than they would pay to fuck her.

Vin had problems with tourists getting drunk and throwing up.
So he gave up making money on whiskey.
The bottles were now filled with ice tea, and only cost five gold.
The same as a glass of real ale.
He upgraded the ventilation system three times, to remove the cigar smoke.
He also upgraded the sprinkler system, in theory everything in Western 
town was made of
modern fireproof materials, but Vin did not feel like taking chances.
The women he loved lived with him in Western Town.

Beatrice would often do bananas on the bar top.
When she finished Kathy would do a truly gigantic eggplant.
Then Little Sister would sit a two liter pop bottle on the counter top.
Beatrice would rub Crisco on it.
They would play strip music with a thumping, bumping rhythm.
Kathy would slowly squat over the huge bottle.

Kathy would then lay on her back on the bar top and let men
feel the huge object inside her abdomen.
She would let them fist her, their knuckles rapping against
the bottom of the huge object.

Men sitting at distant tables making it hard for them to see,
would order two liters of soda pop delivered to their tables.
Kathy would insert the delivery bottle backwards.
She would lay on their tabletop her legs spread widely.
She would smile as one reached in and grasp the bottle by the neck.
A tourist would slowly pull it out of her, as his friends watched goggle 
eyed.

Japanese businessmen would invariably pull the monster most of the way out,
and then push it all the way back in.
They would continue until everyone at the table had a chance to fuck 
Kathy with the huge instrument.
A Praetorian would appear with a tube of K. Y.
The Japanese businessmen would see how many well lubricated forearms
would fit in Kathy's huge cunt simultaneously.
If she was in the mood, she would let the Japanese businessmen take 
turns fucking her urethra.
Afterwords she would squat pissing foaming white liquid into an ashtray.

Little Sister would kneel, on the bar top, double fisting whore Kathy,
both her slender arms disappearing up to the elbow in the marvelous vagina.
As Little Sister knelt on the bar top, the whorehouse mascot, a 
Chimpanzee named Oboe,
would mount her from behind, fucking her enthusiastically.
They would continue the obscenity as long as customers continued
shouting enthusiastically and throwing tokens on the bar top.

At the end of the bar was a contraption.
There were two parallel padded shoulder boards, just far enough apart 
for a human head to fit between.
There was a back rest extending above the bar top.
The contraption was reserved for Lady Kathy's use alone.
Although occasionally she would let Beatrice show the world her gape as 
well.
Little Sister would charge men for the right to fist Beatrice while she 
was inverted.
She also sold bottles of whiskey.
It cost extra to fuck Beatrice with whiskey bottles.
( The bottles were lined up beside her, for sale at the usual exorbitant 
price )

Lady Kathy would stand, leaning forward to place her shoulders on the 
pads, placing her head between.
Beatrice and Little Sister would pull on her ankles helping her to do a 
headstand.
Folding stirrups would be raised for her feet, allowing her to remain 
inverted without strain.
She was upside down, smiling, her long hair reaching to the floor.

Her vagina would gape unbelievably at the tin ceiling, as a semi circle 
of men with erections surround her.

Little Sister would begin charging men for the right to bring billiard 
balls from the pool table.
She would slowly drop them one by one into Lady Kathy's gaping cunt.
You could hear the click each would make as it struck the others at the 
bottom.

Beatrice would make book, on how many the inverted whore could hold.

The winner got to fuck Lady Kathy for free on the bar top.

(The bar top like the tabletops was covered with a three inch thick 
layer of synthetic whale skin.)

Beatrice and Little Sister would lay on to the bar top as well, their 
legs spread.
They charged however.

Sometimes the contest was to see how many wiggling goldfish Lady Kathy 
could hold.
When the contest ended, and the winner chosen, Lady Kathy would squatt 
over a huge acrylic bowl,
as the writhing fish cascaded from her body.

Little Sister would sell wiggling fishes to men who would swallow them.
Young Leopard would usually step forward to swallow the first fish.

Sometimes they would stick a huge acrylic cylinder into Lady Kathy, it 
had been cast to fit her exactly.

The cylinder did not penetrate her, only an inch or so of the recessed 
neck was inside her.

Beatrice and Lady Kathy would hold struggling rodent's aloft by their tails.
They would slowly insert each animal inside the acrylic cylinder, and 
open their fingers.
The crowd would moan as each rodent would drop from view.

If this was being filmed for the web pages, the camera would peer down 
the acrylic pipe at the struggling rodent's.
The rodents had no claws or teeth, but eventually there would be so many 
of them, that one at the top
of the pile would be able to stand vertically, peering out at the 
audience through the transparent cylinder.
The camera would zoom in for a close-up, you could clearly see
Kathy's abdomen bulging with a small army of struggling rodent's, their 
movements clearly visible.
Kathy's abdomen moved and twitched with a mind of its own.

Lady Kathy could hold a truly amazing number of small rodents.

Every few days a hospital bed would be rolled out, and cranked into a 
sloping position.
Lady Kathy, Beatrice or one of the steering committee whores would 
positioned themselves head downward.
The semen would pool in their vaginas.
A medical technician from the clinic would arrive with equipment
to vacuum out to semen, packing it for shipment.
Medical clinics and nunneries had a need for fresh human sperm.
Davis Strait could supply sperm from one hundred men.
Davis Strait sperm had a reputation as being the best in the world.
Tourists would line up to contribute.

Vin had always been careful on the Fleet Week homepage
to edit the images, so Beatrice and Lady Kathy were never recognizable.

As working whores his women saw it differently.
They wanted the Fleet Week photographers to carefully photograph their 
faces, as well is their actions.
They wanted the cameras to fuck them. They wanted to fuck the cameras.
The Little Red Whorehouse had its own web page, millions of men 
masturbated,
watching Beatrice and Kathy perform.

A new hit count record, was Lady Kathy doing a headstand.
Cameras on the stairs got the long shot, one small figure surrounded by 
a sea of naked men.
The camera zoomed closer the gaping vagina growing ever larger, the lens 
penetrated her,
internal lighting, allowed to viewer to see the mouth of her cervix as 
it slid by.
The camera back out , and moved slowly to a close-up of Lady Kathy's face,
the camera backed away so her entire inverted body became visible.
The long shot camera from the stairs picked up Beatrice moving forward 
with Honey Bun
wrapped around her neck, many cameras were used catching every angle.
Little Sister was kneeling on the bar top between Lady Kathy's vertical 
legs.
She reached forward with both her hands sliding them simultaneously into 
Kathy's vagina.
Young Leopard was standing on the bar behind Little Sister, he grabbed 
her ankles, hoisting her vertically.
 From some of the camera angles it appeared Little Sister was doing a 
handstand
with both their fists inside Kathy's vagina,.
The final cut was edited to remove Young Leopards hands holding most of 
her weight.
Little Sister's elbows were not visible, she was doing a handstand, her 
fists, forearms,
and elbows were inside Kathy's cunt.
A close-up camera filmed Little Sister, doing her handstand, bending her 
neck, as she gave
Kathy's over sized clitoris a blow job.
Young Leopard lifted Little Sister back out of Lady Kathy.
She resumed kneeling, she reached down with two hands
and tugged on Lady Kathy's gape, pulling her lips far enough apart so a 
three liter pop bottle
would have slid in easily.
She held this gape as she looked up, smiling at the cameras.
The cameras took their time showing the incredible gape being held open 
by her tiny fingers.
Beatrice handed Honey Buns blunt tail to Little Sister, who began 
feeding it into Lady Kathy.
Truly impossible lengths of snake were disappearing into Lady Kathy,
it was obvious the tail should begin protruding from her mouth at any 
moment.
Finally the tail did reappear, underneath Honey Buns chin,
the snake had made a U-turn, it was folded inside Lady Kathy like a 
bobby pin.
The back of the snake's head was near Kathy's clitoris, the blunt tail
was sticking out the bottom of her womanhood not far from her pink pooper.
Kathy held this pose for a long time letting all the cameras and all the 
men get an eye full.
Little Sister and Beatrice helped Lady Kathy to her feet.
She carefully smoothed her dress, smiling shyly at the camera.
Her tailor-made elegant whorehouse dress was open at the crotch, giving 
them an
excellent view of her enormous cunt.
Lady Kathy looked down at her vagina and smiled.
She now had a snake head hanging out of her cunt.
Lady Kathy spent the rest of the shift, walking around the bar 
displaying her distended abdomen,
dilated vagina, and snake head.
Men would gently feel her abdomen, as though she were pregnant.
Occasionally one of them would pat Honey Bun on top of the head.
Once or twice she leaned forward slightly, holding a table,
spreading her legs, allowing Vin to watch as men penetrate her anally 
with the
snake head protruding from her vagina.
This inspired a large handsome black man, to approach Vin
asking permission to fuck his wife. Vin agreed, as long as it was willing
to be photographed performing the act.
They made a production of it, tables were moved back, leaving one table
isolated, illuminated with powerful stage lighting.
Beatrice and Kay undressed the handsome man, helping him onto the tabletop.
The audience gasped looking at is impossible tool, which appeared to be 
two feet long.
The room was silent as little sister began lubing the monster, using 
both of her hands.
Vin held a chair so Kathy could use it as a stair step as she climbed 
onto the table.
All activity had ceased, the piano was silent, all eyes were riveted on the
well lighted tabletop. Little sister, held a tool with both hands, 
positioning
it exactly, as Lady Kathy squatted over it. The audience moaned as they 
enormous
head began dilating her well lubricated anal opening. The thing was as 
big around
as a forearm! Kathy squatted slowly, spreading herself unimaginably,
the monster began disappearing from view, 1 mm at a time.
People held their breath, as Kathy continued squatting slowly, 
eventually coming to rest, balls deep.
She had taken the entire thing!
Kathy slowly leaned back, carefully placing her long white legs outside 
of the muscular black ones.
Vin reached down and grabbed the edge of the table. There were concealed 
roller bearings.
Vin slowly rotated the table 360� so everyone got a perfect view of his 
wife fucking the man.
Kathy was using her marvelous rolling hip motion giving the lucky fellow 
the fuck of his life,
as she arched her back high, and came back down, taking at least 12 
inches of it
in and out of her body with each stroke.
Honey Bun seemed to be enjoying his warm massage in Kathy's vagina,
he seemed to be smiling at the audience, nodding his head in approval.
The audience was cheering and stomping their feet.
Eventually the man started thrashing his arms and legs obviously having 
a powerful orgasm.
Four whores rushed forward, grasping his wrists and ankles, holding him 
in place,
as Kathy fucked him without mercy.
He was hollering for Kathy to please stop, to give him a moments rest.
Kathy speeded up, smiling at her audience, she continued fucking the 
limp dick until it became hard again.
Only then did she rise up, pausing to let semen drain from her amazingly 
dilated anal opening.
They contended holding him down, as little sister climbed up, holding
her surgically enhanced vagina open with two fingers of each hand.
She smiled at her audience as she lowered herself onto the impossible 
object.
She only got about half of it in, but that was enough for a standing 
ovation.
As little sister was delivering her vigorous fuck, a line began forming,
Beatrice was first, the head of the Aphrodite committee was second,
a visiting Lady VP was third.
Vin brought out manacles and chains. They secured the fellow to the 
table legs.
The whores squirted penis pump nasal spray in both his nostrils.
The resident lady VP had an enormous vagina, she had taken the huge tool 
balls deep,
and was fucking him vigorously.
Vin scooted up a chair, it was a little awkward talking to someone whose 
face was upside down.
"So what is your name?"
"Ben"
"So Ben, Did you enjoy fucking my wife?"
Brief fear flashed deep in his eyes.
"Yes."
"Would you like to do so again?"
"Yes."
"How much do you make each year?"
"50,000"
"For 150,000 will you come to work for me?"
"What would I be doing?"
"Whatever my wife, and her friends, tell you to do."
"Yes."
Kathy leaned forward.
"Continue fucking my friends for the rest of the night."
"Thursday night you will come over to the house, to meet some of our 
friends."

After the Honey Bun video set new hit count records,
cruise ships began featuring Davis Strait in their marketing.
Some cruises went directly from a major port to Davis Strait and 
returned, business boomed.

Vin was not adverse to caress commercialism when it suited his purposes.
A condom manufacturer offered to pay production costs for updating 
whorehouse web pages.
Post Lazarus there are no heterosexual uses for condoms.
The manufacturer was willing to, provide free condoms, and pay good 
money if Vin was able to photograph
heterosexual condom usage.
Vin decided to give the manufacturer exactly what they asked for.
The web pages claimed a new world record:
( Most male fluid of fertilization, ever photographed, draining from a 
human vagina. )
They used Lady Kathy of course, strapped to a piece of equipment called 
an inversion table.
As she hung upside down, smiling at the world, gaping at the ceiling, 
Beatrice, the Aphrodite club president,
along with several volunteers put condoms on donkeys, fucking them, 
carrying the fluid filled prophylactics to Kathy, poring the contents in.
Concurrently the men were continuously coming in their comped condoms, 
carrying them across the room
for Kathy's accumulating collection.
When Kathy could contain no more, they tilted her back to vertical, 
collecting her contents, carefully
checking her centralized capacity.
Kathy's cunt contained 5454 cubic centimeters of commingled come.
The condom manufacturer was not amused by either the voice over, or the 
images, but paid up nonetheless.

Beatrice and Kathy were world-famous, men would pay real money to travel
halfway around the world to fuck them.

The web pages accept down-payments and reservations.
There were sub menus, did you want sex on a tabletop, bar top, brass 
bed, or in a dungeon.
How many men would you have in your party, will they watch or participate?
Do you require a modern or Gothic sexual dungeon?
Do you want the Vikings Raping Catholic Nuns in a nunnery special?
Do you required trained animals to help you with the nuns?
( Little Sister loved dressing as a nun. )
Are you into water sports? Electro-discipline? Urethral sex?
Do you want to be in bondage, or have sex with women who are?
Would you like a whorehouse room to live in, for several days or more?
Would you like to bring your wife, watching us produce a custom porno movie
of her doing every every obscene thing she is capable of?

People would spend weeks, planning their whorehouse adventure. These 
were not two bit sexual tricks.
Customers could include special whores in their fantasy adventure.
Little Sister, Beatrice, Lady Kathy, and Kay all had their own web 
pages, with built in appointment calendars.

The steering committee began leaning on Vin, he was initially reluctant, 
he did not have time to
fight duels with thirteen enraged hotel owners.
He told the women, their husbands needed to call him first, then he 
would do it.

( He never ask, what they did, or threaten to do to their husbands )

The steering committee, along with Princess, now had their own web 
pages, with hundreds of
still and moving images.
Images of them doing every conceivable obscene act women are capable of.
They began making obscene amounts of money.

Vin was responsible for a number of divorces, not in the direct sense he 
had anticipated, but indirectly.
The trophy wives had no money of their own, Vin made them wealthy.
Many of them left their loveless relationships, the ones who did not 
renegotiated marriages that pleased them.
All of them loved and worshiped Vin, he had a thirteen woman harem, all 
he had to do with lift a finger.
Sometimes they would organize a reverse orgy, Vin would be restrained, 
with a pulsing electrode
pushing against his prostate, giving him an electrically produced 
permanent erection.
They would squirt penis pump into his nostrils, making him insane with 
sexual desire.
Lady Kathy would sit at a table, wearing a business suit, smiling, 
watching the women gang fuck her husband.

Men paid fantastic money to live out their bizarre sexual fantasies.
Vin's specially trained whores made incredible money turning the kinky 
tricks.

Two of Vin's regulars were the madams longtime friends, who had moved 
into the whorehouse
as full-time residents.

Resident whore is a term, not a description, they all made obscene 
amounts of money,
with paid for townhouses within walking distance, only using their room 
in the whorehouse,
when they were too tired, and sore to walk a block and a half.
This happened when six or more cruise ships were in port simultaneously.

There was one full-time resident.
Vin and Kathy's longtime friend, Third-Base.
They had fond memories of the first time she came over for the Thursday 
night wife swap.
The arriving guests found Third-Base on her back, on the coffee table, 
smiling at them,
Vin's semen leaking from her vagina.

She and her husband arrived unannounced at the whorehouse.
Vin did not mind, he was glad he could do a favor for a couple of friends.
Working in a whorehouse was Third-Base's fantasy, you either are a whore 
or you are not,
having arms and legs does not change this basic fact.
Third-Base was a whore, a good one, her web pages allowed her to become 
a multimillionaire.
The money providing the full-time medical attendants her condition 
required, allowing her long-suffering husband
a much needed vacation.

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