The day had been packed with customers scheduled tightly and it was all Henry could do to keep up. The cathouse was growing by word of mouth from satisfied clientele interested in getting their buddies laid by one of the four beautiful girls.
Some guys stayed with their favorites and others wanted to sample all of them. Henry figured this was one of those days where they all coincidentally showed up at once and he had to manage the times and preferences.
On top of that, Mr. BDSM, so nicknamed for his interest in whips, bondage, handcuffs and whatever else he carried in his bag of tricks, had announced he was showing up at 5. He was limited by what he could and couldn't do, a tricky conversation Henry dreaded having but a necessity to protect the girls. And then it was a matter of which girl wanted to take him on. It was somewhat painful but profitable because he was charged significantly more.
He was more or less a regular of Ginger's because she was into BDSM and rather liked being dominated and punished. Unfortunately, he was coming and Ginger's dance card was already full.
"Lana, I need to ask a favor" said Henry, knowing that she was the only one with an opening at 5. He approached the subject warily. "Ahhh, Mr. BDSM is coming at five and I was wondering..."
"You mean the guy with the whips and stuff?!?"
"That would be him."
"I don't think so. That's Ginger's freaky thing. I'll take a pass on that one."
"He's basically Mr. Knot except with more stuff and you liked being tied up by him."
"Are you really trying to talk me into this?"
"Just trying to suggest something you might like. He'd likely handcuff you to the bed and do other things. Ginger says it's more threatening than painful. Maybe it would be exciting!"
"If it's so great why didn't you handcuff me to the bed and do stuff when we were together?"
"I guess I didn't think of it."
"Ummm hmmm."
"Candy likes it, Abigail likes it. Maybe you should try it."
"You're starting to sound like a used car salesman."
"I go over the ground rules every time he comes and if it gets out of control then I shut it down. And there's a safe word so if anything's too much you just say 'stop' and he has to stop."
"You'll watch me?"
"Don't I always?"
"Well, okay, but you have to watch out for me."
"Great! Just one more question...how do you feel about nipple clamps?"
***
On a busy day when Henry could have used him, Edgar was not at his post by the backdoor. Instead Henry was up and down answering the door, fielding customer requests, scheduling, processing fees and overseeing the welfare of the girls.
Candy had an hour gap in her schedule so she volunteered to takeover backdoor duties to help Henry out for a short time. This was well intentioned but visitors got blinded by a gorgeous Candy and the offers for her immediate services came flying right and left and appointments got thrown off track as an argument broke out with two guys over who got her attention.
Finally, Henry relieved her of her temporary duties and she went upstairs with one of the arguing guys. Henry: 'Note to self. Don't do that again.'
At around 1pm in came Edgar, green smudges on his white deck shoes and sweat stains on his shirt. "Jean made me mow the lawn." Realizing he was tracking grass clippings wherever he went, Henry sent him home to take a shower and get presentable, which ended up taking another hour.
By then Henry was clearly exhausted from running from one thing to another and slightly annoyed that he missed Abigail in action with the bank loan manager who had lusted after her and eventually approved her for a mortgage even though she was technically under qualified. To seal the deal she had to admit where her income came from. Knowing that, the manager immediately approved the loan and became her client.
"Your secret's safe with me," he said, and that was true as long as she serviced him for free. "Consider it a mortgage surcharge. A girl like you can surely afford to manage a little business overhead."
Business arrangement or not, Henry didn't trust him to take even more advantage of the situation so kept an eye out when he was visiting. Henry did his research and put the guy's wife's name and their address in his hip pocket just in case.
By 2pm things had more or less calmed down into a nice flow and Henry resumed breathing.
Abigail's 3pm was a bit of a mystery because it involved two men and no one knew anything about them. The request, from a man called Hector, was for the smallest girl at the cathouse, which was Abby, and the caller wanted to watch his friend fuck her. "He's got a big old cock and I like watching him." Hector offered to pay double and Henry accepted.
Henry consulted Abby and she was unfazed, "Because I'm petite, men with big dicks like to scare me. I don't know what the psychology is but so far it's been more show than go. Just book it and I'll survive.
"Are you sure, baby?"
"I'm sure. You can check in on me if you want. I like you watching anyway."
"I wouldn't miss it."
Hector and his friend showed up ten minutes early to check in as instructed. Hector's 'friend' was sturdy but not particularly imposing but that was with his pants on. It was hard to tell.
"Is she pretty?" Hector asked. "I like tiny but pretty too."
At Henry's request, Abigail came down to meet them and satisfy their simple requirements. "Hi, boys..." she said with plenty of sex behind it and wearing a baby doll negligée with no bra.
"Wow," they said in unison. "She's perfect," said Hector. "Yaaaaaaa," said his friend.
It was unmistakable. The bulge in his pants began to grow appreciably. It was as if it had been unleashed from some secret compartment. Abigail caught herself staring and tried to look away but it was impossible. She smiled, turned around and went back upstairs.
"Edgar, show these gentlemen up to Abigail's room."
As they approached the door, Hector said, "We can take it from here."
Once inside, Hector found a comfortable angle to enjoy the view. She sat on the bed and the friend stood in front of her. "My friend, Danny, is going to fuck you and I hope you have a good time. I know we will. Danny?"
Danny slowly unzipped his fly, like the curtain was coming up on a broadway show. He dropped his drawers and pulled down his underwear and it sprang from him like a jack in the box.
"Oh shit..." said Henry, watching on the monitor.
It was massive in length but mostly width and Abigail recoiled to get out of the way. She grabbed it with both hands, "Well I can see you're happy to see me." He smiled. She jerked it and tried to get her mouth around it but it was a struggle. It looked even larger with her tiny hands holding its girth. "Are you going to fuck me with this, Danny?"
He nodded.
