Not Quite Vanna White

Darci lazily got up from where she was texting her boyfriend and stretched. She had 80's big hair, and the intense leather pants and skimpy tee over mammoth tits. Had she had any musical talent at all, she'd be great on a stage.

But Darci had talent of a different kind!

Darci had her own three-bedroom suite at the Paincafe, the peculiar hotel for kinky folk in Buttermilk Falls.

She had left Abraham Pincers in the bathroom, with his wrists cuffed to the showerhead, taking a freezing drizzle, or really enduring it.

Darci turned the shower off and looked at Abie's nearly blue face. He hadn't been in there that long, but the cold water had dimmed his ardour a bit.

Abie had come in for his session, begging to cum, his cock wiggling the little steel tube around.

Abie couldn't really afford to come visit more than once every six to eight weeks or so, but he' d insisted he wanted to be chaste between visits.

"I'm a urologist, Darci" Abie had said with some finality. "I have to handle other men's dicks all day, I'd like mine to be locked up and out of the way."

It couldn't have been easy. Abie was surrounded by adorable nurses and secretaries and before he'd begun seeing Darci, he'd been quite the cocksman.

But his fantasies apparently betrayed him!

Now, Darci stretched, enjoying Abie's glazed eyes as her boobs pushed against the thin material of the shirt.

She unsnapped the handcuffs and Abie got out of the shower, naked as the day he was born, and she tossed him a short, ragged sheet full of holes to dry off with.

There were several luxurious looking full thick towels made of "organic cotton" and they'd been quite pricey, but poor Abie wasn't going to get to warm up with those.

"See, you were bitching and moaning about how horny you were, and your dick did look kinda rarin' to go when I took off the tube, but now you're all calm after a little water."

Abie, now relatively dry, stared avidly at Darci's breasts, and then into her hazel eyes...Once or twice she'd taken off her clothes for him, in the nineteen months he'd been "visiting" her...but usually this was as good as it got.

Darci ran her burgundy nails up and down Abie's lengthening shaft. "Tax time" had come at his office, or something, and then he'd had to pay some brat's tuition, and he'd not been in a position to show up for his five hundred dollar counseling.

Darci had another occasional client, Meaghan, who was the daughter of a big political family in Buttermilk County. Darci had just seen something on a local society website, Meaghan was with her fiancée, and she was in these gorgeous boots with a sparkly dress...

But now and then Meaghan would show up and strip and pay Darci big bucks to be allowed to clean Darci's baseboards with her tongue...and she always did a shitty job.

And then Darci would viciously thrash Meaghan's tiny rump with a coat hanger or a frat paddle until the society girl was weeping...but then Meaghan would go down on Darci for hours...

And then Meaghan would leave, vowing never to return. She'd get therapy for her self-sabotaging whatever, and Darci suspected this engagement to a Navy SEAL was more of trying to get well...but she knew that Meaghan would show up again...

After all, Meaghan had been a client for nearly eleven years!

But now Abie was looking hopefully at Darci. Would he be allowed to orgasm?

He knew it all depended on the big "Wheel of Fortune" on the wall of Darci's parlor.

This wheel, similar to a roulette thing, had many labels. Abie would get a chance to roll the wheel, like Vanna White used to on the show, and when one stopped, that was his "fortune" for that visit.

A few of them were just fantastic. "BLOWJOB--DARCI STRIPPED" or "JACK OFF ON DARCI'S BOOT"

Or, less luckily "HANDCUFFED--3 MINUTE DICK-RUB" which entailed Abie rubbing his cock on a piece of furniture, like a dog with no help from his cuffed hands.

If he could cum after three minutes of this, that was great, otherwise, he'd be locked and sent home.

Those were the only "fortunes" that resulted in Abie's having an orgasm.

Then sometimes the wheel might sadly stop on "15 WITH BULLWHIP" or "WASH DARCI'S CAR IN DIAPER" "HAND-LAUNDER DARCI'S CURTAINS" or "50 with STEEL SPIKED PADDLE" or "HANG BY NIPPLE CLAMPS-10 MINUTES."

Or, of course the "JAZZ UP" label.

In this one, Darcy had been forced to put on a hot pink body stocking and blue Seventies eye shadow and blush and turquoise lip plumper...and blow the Paincafe doorman!

So Abie was always in desire and terror when it came to wheel rolling.

But first, Darci would lead Abie to the table, where he'd be strapped down, and she'd wash and sanitize his cock, which at this point would be rather gamy, then would come a full shave of his pubes and then she'd stroke and tease his cock until he was almost weeping...

And then he'd beg for his chance at the wheel!

It had been six months since he'd had an orgasm...that had been a lucky one, getting to masturbate on Darci's boot and lick it up.

Then, the next visit, the wheel had stopped on something where he had to eat pudding out of a toilet. So that was tough enough. An orgasm, two months later, no orgasm, and then four months of no visits and no orgasm because of money problems.

But recently Abie had joined with a wealthy practice of doctors, and now he had more cash to play with. So he'd shown up today, and Darci did what she always did.

First she stripped him and tied him to the table and took off the tube and did the hygiene and the teasing...but Abie had been so horny, that she'd had to soak him a bit with the shower...

And now it was time for the wheel.

Abie sighed and looked with distaste towards the corner of the parlor, where a slightly large version of a puppy-training cage sat, with a rather fat woman squished in it.

Esme and Abie exchanged mutual looks of distaste. Esme had come in for her session half an hour earlier than Abie.

She'd taken off her power suit and put on those Dr. Denton footie pajamas with the drop seat, and sat on Darci's lap, and then Darci had ripped down the drop seat and given poor Esme the what-for with her frat paddle and locked sobbing Esme naked in the cramped dog crate with her teddy bear.

Esme was fifty-six years old, but kind of freaky...

But she thought the neurotic urologist was even FREAKIER...

And now, Darci was walking towards the Wheel of Fortune, leading Abie by his cock grasped in two of her fingers with their elegant nails.

What would his fortune be?