Almost 9 PM. Another slow night. But as it dragged on, more drunks would wander in looking to get "tattooed up." It sucked for my social life, but I h...d loans to pay and my dick of a landlord needed his pound of flesh. But I was getting some good buzz; this time next year, Spider Monkey Tattoo and Piercing would be in the black. Then my ol' lady could get off my back.Maybe.I peeled off the latex gloves, throwing them and the tattoo needle into red biohazard trash can. You couldn't be too. ? She was moaning slightly when I made certain moves.?Good.? I didn?t expand on that.I rocked faster back and forth on her, and as pressure and frustrationhad built when she ate me out, this pressure was more intense and thefrustration greater. I started lifting off her and pushing back down. Ilet the pace quicken and as I did I noticed that every time I got herall the way inside me, for a quick second there was a shot of pleasureand total relief from that frustration, but every time it went. Going to the window ,it was dropped toward the street below."What happened?" Brad came to and his vision cleared to the sight of his own body leaning up against his desk."Looks like you're my secretary now, BARBIE." Barbie said to the former Brad. "Now why don't you bring me some coffee and then type up the letter you wanted me to write yourself." Brad studied the scribbles that Barbie had started to write in shorthand and then realized he had no choice but to obey his mistress. After typing. And quickly! Now, anoint me copiously with the emolument within."The Master's purple-veined battering ram halted momentarily at the threshold of the prisoner's puckered up bum hole, as if in anticipation of pleasures to come, only to press forward inexorably, then slowly disappear into the darkness within. Hiero shuddered with pain and humiliation as the massive column of ravaging flesh forced its way into him.A sudden violent heave, and the hapless captive was fully skewered on the Master's.