There's a place called AAA Inc. The pool hall/ bar combination where many people would pass by unnoticed than to look at the little red and white sign. It's located in middle of the town where very little happens and people tend to their own business. The fact is if you happened upon it you definitely had to be looking for it. The establishment is located to the rear of a City Hall and the local police department only one street behind Main Street. It is slap dab in the middle of anywhere, Hicksville, U.S.A.
When you enter the AAA Inc. in the window is a neon red and white sign which flashes open over and over. People never notice that the sign is never off and the business is never closed. It isn't what the eyes see at first glance that intrigues its customers. When you walk in further, you see it has multiple pool tables, dart boards, posters of half-naked swim suit models, the beers ice cold on tap, with several bottles of liquor on shelves, in front of a large mirror and trophy case. It also has something that often would go unnoticed as well; security camera's which cover every angle from the front door entrance, to the bathroom, and definitely the rear halls.
There are always two men with a beer mug from the tap in front of them inside the place. To the unwary observer the establishment looks normal. However, nothing could be further from the truth. The two men are strategically sitting on opposite far corners of the wooden length of the bar looking as if they are centuries rather than men merely in the bar for a drink. Even more ominous is the fact that neither men have his back to door but rather, they face the door with their backs to the bar. To the untrained eye they appear to be merely slobs that are drunk. Yet wouldn't it stand to reason they would sit with one another if this were so? Sort of like the standard misery loves company. However, these supposed lushes have on clean neat pressed jeans and the shirts they're wearing are neat as well with button down collars. They also where black military style boots or Rockies. The men mentioned appear to be in a sort of uniform but not to the general public appearance.
After passing the bar, walking further into the back you pass by a Ms. Pac Man Machine making noises, the men's bathroom, the woman's bathroom, and a closed door to the manager's office with a small badly tarnished brass sign which says Employees Only. Beyond this sign is a hunter green steel door which leads to another set of steps down an even scarier corridor.
This corridor is narrower, the lighting much dimmer almost giving off a yellow hue. If you look up, you notice that the lights are strung up by metal hooks from the ceiling and extension cord. The air in this hallway is unmoved, stagnant, and damp smelling. The walls appear to sweat the further in you travel down this gauntlet. Soon you come to a slightly bigger door where the final warning is given. It says on a small wooden framed carving "AAA Inc. Members Only Pass at Your Own Risk".
It is here where we find the darkest sickest minds of society. They find the realm of Bondage and Discipline or Sadomasochism as a reality. Here we also find the underground room where daughters are taught public humiliation and how to properly suck cock without gagging. This is where Master's learn the trade and slaves are trained to perfection. The customers are well cared for and spoiled. The secret is kept by the drawing of which is made months prior to the assembly. Money from customers never exchanges hand every transaction occurs months in advance using wire transfers.
Now the specialty is here anything goes, where sons can accost their own mother, brothers can tie up, torture, and play with their own sisters. The fathers enjoy their daughters as trained whores as well as aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, and stranger to stranger public sex throughout. The trouble isn't the place itself but the fact that it is always booked for up to almost two years in advanced. Most do not even understand why it is called AAA Inc. The initials stand for {Always Anal or Airtight Incorporated} founded by a mystery Master.
People wanting to train their significant loved one here must sign a waiver and it is faxed to a number designated only twenty four hours prior to pick up. If the waiver is incomplete or there is a problem with not receiving the allotted slot then you will not be given a confirmation number and date. Your money is non-refundable. However, if all is completed with appointment, confirmation number, as well as a medical release for the health of the participant, a final date will be issued for you and your participant.
If for any reason you cannot make the date in question you will be allowed only one makeup date which will be given to you with no exceptions. If you cannot make the makeup date remember your money is non-refundable. Every actor and every participant must have completed their nineteenth birthday prior to the signing of your waiver. Those are the rules no exceptions.
This is what I remember about the paper I signed when my brother and uncle come to me to have me sign it. They asked would I be a Member of the AAA Inc. I asked them what it was but the two of them looked at one another then kind of chuckled. I should have known I was signing away my life as it existed. My name for the record of sorts will be Naomi Brianna Jefferson or {N.ice B.low J.ob for my initials}, not my real name of course. I will respond to just about any name that you call me anyways after what I've been through.
I for the purpose of this story will claim no ethnicity, I will say I am female, I am very pretty with dimpled cheeks and dimpled tight ass. I am about 5'03, 116 lbs. with 36 C- cup breasts. I was asked to take part in an elite club by my kin and they understood about what they were asking. I was not aware places like the triple A existed. That's just what we slaves call it. We know that it is the single spookiest place on the planet for a slave, a pet, a humility bird, or a toy. It is where the elite in society abandon all reason and use us anyway they please. I thought when my own brother and uncle looked at one another it was merely a joke. I took it as a dare and signed the damn paper.
Once I signed, a sequence of events occurred to me that are still to this day a whirl wind in my mind. I was attending college at a smaller school most people took classes on line. I was studying to be a massage therapist. I was leaving class when I was taken by my brother to get a physical exam. It was scary because he picked me up from school as if he had followed me there. Once at the tiny doctor's office I was given a complete physical to include blood draw and urine screen. I was given a pregnancy test. Hair follicle samples were taken and would be kept. They did a retinal scan, tooth and gum examination as well.
After all was done I was given a digital bracelet to be kept on at all times as part of my initiation to include taking a shower with it. I looked at the bracelet it was made of copper with a fancy floral design on top. Little did I know I was looking at a tracking device on my wrist with global GPS capability? It was so when Triple A Inc. decided to snatch me they'd have my coordinates.
They always take the slaves first. It appears as a random disappearance like something out of the twilight zone. We are all just faces on the milk carton or on some wanted poster. Triple A Inc. never makes mistakes. I was headed to a massage appointment almost a year later after signing that waiver. I was carrying a large leather bag where I kept my massage table and supplies like oils and lotions. A black van with no license plate, dark tinted windows, and a sliding door, drove quickly up beside me snatching me in. I was given an injection and twenty four hours later, I was waking up in a dungeon cell of AAA Inc. However, I had no idea at the time that I was even still in the same country or Universe.
