The brothel is upstairs in that apartment building, both floors. The lobby is where the girls hang out if they do not have a customer, the guy picks o...e and they go to her room. That girl is trying to spot guys that might be looking for dates. Down here, none of the girls walk around. If they did that either the police would stop them, or we would.”“So you own the prostitution here?”“Not really. A lot of girls now work out of their homes, finding dates on the Internet. Or in the local. With an evil laugh Tantka started the machine laughing, soon old man soon she'll be mine to use again and again, plus you, you old bastard will be able to watch while I take her then I'll kill you and put you out of MY misery.After 15 minutes Tantka's look of glee turned to a snarl, adjusting the machine for the third time nothing was working, what the hell? Looking at the readings, son of a bitch! Tantka stomped to another machine Damn it! That fucking fart boy had built an oscillating circuit. My eyes followed the curves of the desk further pack into the salon.The walls, what you could see of them, were a pretty pastel pink. Eightstations for makeovers, four on each side, lined the walls. Behind themwere eight stalls where staff could cut and style customers' hair.Further back there were shampooing stations.The central area of the ceiling had recessed canister lightsilluminating the room. Above each of the workstations, two spot lightsshone from the ceiling, angled towards the. But I said, “Yes Master.”He pulled a dildo out of a drawer and put it next to me vagina lips and put it in.It was big and fulled me up and I groaned when it went it, but, a dildo isn't hot and throbbing like a nice big dick is.I was getting fantasies, I was a hot porno girl, and I was out there strutting my stuff and the guys just can't stop looking, like Master looking at my twat, he couldn't stop.He pulled the dildo out, he had quite a bit of my pre cum on it, then he brushed it against my.