Christi responded to the doorbell and saw a man with a badge hanging out of his suit coat pocket thru the security peephole in the door. Opening the large oaken door with beveled stained-glass windows, she asked, "Yes? May I help you?"
"Good afternoon. Is the house madam on the premises? I'm the Brothel Inspector."
Christi responded, "Please wait here, sir." but she left the door partially opened, but not wide enough for him to see inside.
Only a short time passed, when a tall, very attractive woman with shoulder-length auburn-hair and dressed in a slinky, low-cut and amply-filled satin all black floor-length form fitting dress answered the door. Her ruby red stiletto heals elevated her above the inspector's eye view. Her voice was low, deep and smooth... sultry.
"I'm Madam Nandi. How can I be of service to such a distinguished public servant as yourself." Smiling only slightly stretching her ruby-red lips without showing her pearl white teeth, her creamy smooth hands with lipstick-matching red fingernails placed squarely on her hips.
Displaying the facial snear-grimace of the kind a new guy unaccustomed a higher level of authority with the arrogance to match uses to assert that authority, the inspector flashed his badge.
"I see," Madam Nandi acknowledged. "What can I... uh, WE do for you,... Inspector?"
"I just need to inspect the premises, madam."
"May I see your badge again?"
"Sure." The inspector fumbled in his suit's inside pocket and produced a custom leather encased pewter metal badge. As he did, Madam Nandi gave him the slow once-over. This kind of guy was not new to her experience. Over the years, many ordinary beat cops would show-up unannounced looking for freebies or discounts in exchange for their silence of the existence of this house. She figured this was another one of those kinds of guys. This wasn't a particularly busy time of day, but she could see no real benefit of that for either her girls or her house - not with this guy, anyway. Nevertheless, Madam Nandi casually flipped the hidden wall switch turning on a small blue light in all the girls' bedrooms that alerted them that a new "John" was in the house. If they weren't already entertaining guests, they were to report to the foyer as quickly as possible.
"Excuse me, inspector, but your badge says City of Tombstone, Arizona Territory. Aren't you a little bit out of your juris-dic-tion?"
"Hey, leave my dick out of this unless you intend to bribe me with sexual favors in exchange for my good report submitted to my superiors." Said the inspector sternly, still displaying the attitude.
Madam Nandi opened the door a little wider to allow the inspector access to view only the foyer of the two-story old Victorian house - just like the others in this old neighborhood. Little did the neighbors know of her business activities as most of her clients were well-dressed professionals although there were quite a few out-calls for some of the more talented girls with their own clientele.
Madam Nandi stepped back allowing the Inspector to enter then closed the door behind him. Right on cue seven lovely ladies dressed in lingerie covered with coordinating sheer robes filed into the foyer, lined-up and posed one slipper-covered foot in front of the other. One by one, they opened their robes displaying their precious goods and positioned their hands demurely behind their tight tushes and politely smiled. The girls introduced themselves. Christi, the girl who initially answered the door was on the left and first in the row of fine looking ladies. Madam Nandi whispered in the inspector's ear each girl's specialty in addition to the customary services that all the girls were trained to perform.
"These ladies are all very lovely, Madam Nandi, but I'm only here to inspect. Now, may we get down to the business at hand? I DO have other business elsewhere today."
"It's all part of the service, Inspector, but I'm confused. Is this a health inspection, facility inspection or business license inspection? I don't see a clipboard with forms for you to check or health files on each of the girls - since you aren't a qualified doctor and, as you know, in this municipality, my business is illegal, so... Mr. Brothel Inspector... what is this really about? If you want to play, you have to pay just like everyone else. Which of my girls pleases you the most?" She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I think Christi has the hots for you." Taking that cue, Christi winked his way.
"Madam, I'm sure this isn't your first rodeo. There have been other authorities here before. You should know what to do and what needs to be done. Shall we get busy now?" Again, the with the bad attitude.
"Yes, Mr. Inspector, I think I know exactly what you need."
"Christi, would you be so kind as to show this gentleman the facilities to his inspection satisfaction?"
"With pleasure, Madam Nandi. I will do my best." With that, Christi took a few steps forward, positioning herself to the inspector's left arm and slid her arm into his holding him closely. Smiling broadly, she said, "Shall we begin our inspection tour, Mr. Inspector?"
The inspector merely nodded and Christi led the way into various specialized sex areas of the house, including the hot tub playroom. "As you may imagine, not all of our sexual adventures are done on regular beds, Mr. Inspector. At our house, we specialize in making the experience more than just a quick roll in the hay, if you know what I mean. We provide sexual pleasure, just for the sake of pleasure itself. We also charge accordingly."
Taking her time, she moved her right leg and hip to keep rubbing into his left side as they walked and tried to notice his reactions. She was starting to have a physical affect on him, but he wasn't "there" yet. The inspector took only mental notes; nothing written on paper in a notebook or anything. As they passed the Red Room, he slowed his pace and paid special attention to the equipment and the atmosphere view-able inside the open the room. Christi caught the look in his eyes and noticed his pupils were definitely enlarged. His walking pace had nearly stopped as he blankly stared into the room.
"Would you like a closer inspection of the Red Room, sir?"
"I'm the Inspector here. I'll tell you what I do or do not want you to do. All right?"
"I understand, Mr. Inspector. Whatever you say." At this point, Christi knew exactly what this guy needed and secretly wanted. He just didn't know it yet.... then again, maybe he did. He was, at least, curious. Christi decided it was time for her to take the lead. "Excuse me, Mr. Inspector, something there in the Red Room just isn't up to our high standards. Just give me a minute to correct that before you judge us." Christi disengaged from the inspector and walked into the Red Room to adjust the display of the equipment, strutting slowly while keeping her luscious ass checks in his full view. This was, of course, a ploy. The inspector followed her closely behind only a few steps. Within seconds of his entrance into the room, the door was closed with a bang behind them and the inspector heard the door lock from the outside.
Christi could feel the Inspector's hot breath on the back of her neck and quickly turned around to face the him. In one quick motion she had a black leather collar buckled around his neck and fastened. There was a large D-ring on the front of the collar and Christi had her strong middle finger through it as the rest of her hand formed a fist. Her attitude had completely changed from smiling, sweet and demure to "holy terror". She used her strength and leverage to control the inspector by the collar.
"Now listen here, you little Weasel, from now on, you will address me ONLY as Lady Wanton. You are to speak only when spoken to. You will do only what I tell you to do and you will do it immediately. I reward compliance. I punish defiance. Over time, you will understand that you do not dare to defy my will. Do you understand me?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what, you little short-dick weasel?!" With that, she jerked him by the collar and swatted his arm with a black leather riding crop.
"Yes, Lady Wanton."
"That's more like it." Then she placed a quick peck of a kiss on his left cheek. "That's for being a quick learner. Now, go over to that corner, take off all your clothes and put-on those black spandex thong-back panties sitting on that wooden bench in the corner. When you've changed your clothes, sit quietly on the bench with your hands on your knees until I return. You'll find clothes hangers on the wooden peg above the bench. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, Lady Wanton."
"Very good. Now, get busy!" With that last instruction, Christi moved over toward the door and knocked twice rapidly followed by one more knock. The door opened to allow her exit.
The inspector did as instructed and sat quietly in his black thong underwear on the hard wooden bench in the corner under his hung-up clothes now on the pegs above his head. His bare ass cheeks could feel the hardness of the wooden bench on his bones. He looked around the Red Room at the various torture paraphernalia and wondered what it was all about or why he was allowing himself this kind of treatment. He was the inspector and HE should be in charge here. Finally, he heard the rattle of the door knob unlocking and opening. In walked Lady Wanton, aka Christi, but she was dressed all in black with dark, heavy makeup making her charming features into something more sinister and threatening.
Christi was role-playing for this John and she had to look the part. Her black bustier pushed her luscious breasts bulging upward while her long, thinly tapered legs were decorated by black, thigh-high rose-laced hosiery fastened with clips suspended from her outfit. Her thong back black panties nicely displayed her ass cheeks. Her stiletto heals were black and shiny. If she weren't named Lady Wanton, is was for sure that this John was wanting her. She walked over to the board behind the door and picked out a short-chained leash and walked over to the "Inspector".
"Stand up, Mr. Inspector." Instantly, he complied. Lady Wanton clipped the leash through the D-ring on his collar and grabbed it tightly, jerking his head to get his undivided attention away from her breasts and onto her eyes. Her new makeup style made her look like Cleopatra and was just as colorful, but tastefully done. The growing bulge in his special panties showed he was paying attention. How did she know he would find it so alluring to him? "Now, I have a few more rules for you. Are you listening? Are you paying attention?" She swatted his bare ass cheeks with the riding crop just to be sure.
"Yes, Lady Wanton. I'm listening."
