Detour: Brooe's Life Continues

After a delicious dinner, Brooke and her master spent a pleasant evening playing cards. After a full day at "The Doll House, " she was ready for a good night's sleep.

When her master unlocked her door the next morning, he had a suggestion to run by her. It was an idea to increase his income. If she had photos and video posted on-line, billing her as "The Princess," it could greatly increase her marketability. The on-line product itself could produce revenue. But he could also market her to be a "visiting performer" in other clubs that he owned. And, who knows, some producer may see her and it could be an entree into the world of adult films.

This was phrased as a "request." Brooke suspected that he was giving her an offer that she literally could not refuse.. But she nevertheless did agree to his proposal.

He took her back to his office area,, where he had pulled out the lighting and video equipment. He first had her read a script that he had written for a video segment. "Hello, gentlemen," she began as he filmed. "Yes, I am a Princess. Could you be my Prince Charming? I would like to spend time with you (here she was supposed to point at the camera) to find out. Come and see me when I am in your area." (Here she was supposed to lean in toward the camera.) "I promise that you will be glad that you did."

"Perfect," her master exulted. "You are a natural." The first pictures featured her with her hands over her chest and crotch, as if she was being modest. The pictures gradually became more seductive, ending with her naked and pushing a dildo into herself.

He then had another idea to increase her marketability, and therefore his potential income. Running his fingers through her hair, he commented, "Honey, I really think that you would look even better with a brighter shade of blonde." He had already obtained a box of hair coloring for that purpose.

It was late in the afternoon before they actually arrived at the club. But he let her know that the daily quota still applied. As she entered, she was told by the manager that she would be next on stage. Steeling herself, she went backstage. When her music began, she pranced onto the stage. Initially, she held her hands over her bare breasts, feigning modesty. She had gotten the idea from the photos that morning. Soon, though, she was gyrating and shaking for a raucous crowd.

After her number, she engaged with the audience. It was going to be a short shift, but she still had to make the $500 for her master. The first one she encountered was the man from the day before who had requested anal. She had begged off, saying she was sore from the last customer who had obtained that. But she promised him the answer would be different if he came back the next day. Well, here he was.

She took his hand and led him backstage to her room. Closing the door, she without notice embraced and kissed him. She was going to leave nothing to chance here. Brooke then asked, "So, honey, are you still interested in my ass?" He nodded enthusiastically. "I want you to have me so bad," she whispered. "It will only cost $300, but that is just for you." He hesitated, and she took both of his hands in hers and rubbed them along her butt. Reaching up, she whispered in his ear, "That is not too much. And you will be giving me what I want." Silently, he plopped down $300 on the table.

"Thank you, honey," Brooke sighed. Taking her shoulders, he turned her around. Pushing her down onto the table, she first felt his fingers explore her. Soon, his cock was inside of her. But the sensation was a little different than the day before. In the earlier encounter, the man had unthinkingly just rammed himself into her with seemingly no accounting for how she felt. This time, the thrusts were not so forceful. He even once asked her if he was being to rough. And when he was ready to cum, he asked her how she wanted him to do that. How considerate, she thought. As he was leaving, she kissed him again and said, sincerely, "Honey, you come back again. Any time. Same deal. I promise."

Fortunately, this one customer put her most of the way to her daily quota. She was able to get through the rest of her shift with table dances and a few blow jobs She thought to herself, "Maybe this is getting easier."