Follow the adventures of Stripper Murphy and Sassy James as they try survive Heather Mason’s brothel of Silent Hill chaos :D
Chapter 1: Threesomes with Mr. Townshend!
“Come on! We’re going to be late! Miss Mason’s got us a swanky new job… and he’s supposed to be superb! I can’t wait to show him my good stuff.”
“Gurrl… don’t you back-sass me.” The man had to duck in order to dodge pink tipped, blonde hair from whipping his face. Sighing heavily, the man followed the midriff-flaunting figure into the long, candle-lit corridor. A dreary expression hardened onto his handsome features; only uplifted when the two began running up the stairs where the man had the perfect view to watch the blonde squirm. The accessories were way too heavy: his partner’s gigantic pillow earrings bounced up and down- tugging down perfectly shaped ears- as the blonde in-front ran; while the shiny, pink, leopard-print skirt rode up the toned ass. The brunette snickered as he easily overtook his companion, ignoring the curse words behind him as he ducked into the room where the rest of the The Balkan’s Brothel were waiting.
Noise greeted him as well as a few hellos. The man absent-mindedly responded and looked around, spying a hand waving to him amongst the sea of heads.
“What took you so long Pendleton? Messing around with your girlfriend again?” Came the loud yell.
“Oh hah hah… Shut up Shepherd.” Shepherd laughed as the man pushed his way past the seated whores, towards the two empty seats the youth was reserving for him.
“You’re lucky Murphy. Dragon-lady hasn’t gotten here yet.” Murphy let out a sigh of relief. His companion looked around. “So where is James?”
“Wherever he feels like being.” Alex Shepherd laughed again and he propped his leg on the wooden chair, kicking back and relaxing. Murphy attempted to get as cushy as the other man but it felt impossible. The chairs may have been varnished and were in good condition, but they seemed like they were made without the intention of comfort. The beige carpeted floor was more agreeable, which was why more people were sitting down on said floor or leaning against the purple coloured walls then sitting on the chairs. Murphy didn’t complain. He appreciated that Alex had even bothered looking out for them.
Although Murphy had a few things to say to his rarely-seen friend, neither of them bothered with conversation: it was impossible to hear over the din of men and women chatting amongst themselves. There were thirty-odd people in the conference room and the dimmed white lights prevented Murphy from distinguishing most faces. It didn’t matter though, he knew who was where.
He knew everyone here.
Everyone had their own reasons for living and working in the Balkan’s. Being a long time resident for the brothel, Murphy knew all of the workers (his new family) and the three main reasons why they were in such a business.
The first reason was: people needed the cash.
Alex was one of them. Murphy knew that, while some people were just here for a quick buck, the brunette next to him was a hard-working young man who desperately needed the money. He knew the good-looking twenty-two year old quite well (Alex had been working in the joint with him for the last four years) and was good friends with him; even if he didn’t see him often. It was rare to see Alex outside of work hours: if he wasn’t fucking some extra woman, he was either at one of his two other part time jobs or visiting his little brother.
Murphy met Joshua once. He’d learnt from him that Alex was saving up to buy a boathouse so the brothers could live far away from their abusive parents and see the world.
Murphy often gave half of his cash to Alex to help him out. The older man didn’t need the money anyway; he had nothing to spend it on. As an escaped criminal- charged for car theft, resisting, evading arrest and murder- Murphy couldn’t find work anywhere else. Some days it frustrated him but, for most part, he was okay with it. He was a free man. He could walk freely in the red light district when he wasn’t working. Whatever he was forced to endure here was worth it. He would rather be here then being cooped up in jail.
Like many others, Murphy worked in the bagnio for the second reason: because he had nowhere else to go.
“Murphy Pendleton!” Murphy’s head snapped up to see his best friend- staring him down with intense emerald eyes. “Mmm… Gurrl! Do you got a rock for a brain? You don’t go pushing your homegirl around and then not even wait!”
“Sorry Ma’am.” Murphy replied boredly as the manicured hand whacked him on the head. Alex laughed as blonde took a seat beside him.
The third reason was: because it was fun.
Some people actually enjoyed whoring themselves out and James Sunderland was one of them. As much as James claimed it was only here because he wanted to be paid for his desires to cross-dress; Murphy knew that he enjoyed showing how ‘fabulous’ he was and loved to wear the promiscuous clothes of his dead wife. James was definitely one of the oddest ones in the bar but the closest to Murphy. The brunette didn’t even remember how long he had been friends with the sassy, cross-dresser.
“Damn Muffin, you are so fucken slow today! Can’t even compliment my new shoes either?”
“They look the same as your old ones.” Murphy said, looking at the said red boots. “Just shinier.”
“Just shinier? Just shiner? You just did not… These are clearly a different type of red too! Like damn son, these are fuchsia!” Alex burst out into a set of sniggers and Murphy shot the other man a look. As much as he wanted to just try and avoid senseless bickering with the blonde, Murphy knew that there was just no winning with James. He always had to speak the truth to him.
“Sorry Ma’am.” Murphy shrugged. “Guess I’m still tired from yesterday. I would have gotten some sleep if SOMEONE wasn’t harassing Cynthia, at four in the morning, for taking his lipstick.”
“Please, it wasn’t like you were sleeping. Trust me we could hear you. Maybe if clients gagged you, the rest of us would get some sleep.”
“Here we go again…” Alex laughed, getting the joke, as the scarred brunette raised his eyebrow.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Please, you can’t honestly tell me you can’t hear yourself? Because gurrl… The rest of the whorefortress does.”
“James… Talk English for once.”
“MURPHY PENDLETON! You are the loudest screamer on earth! There isn’t a night that goes by that we can not tell when you are ‘coming’ or mentioning the great one in the sky!” The room suddenly burst into a laughter: the entire staff managing to hear the heated words exchanged by the comic duo. Murphy’s face turned red. He glared at James: his look twisting into something that mixed embarrassment with the message: ‘James-I’m-going-to-skewer-you-and-then-dump-your-corpse-in-a-lake.’ Laughter and random callouts to the duo were thrown around the room and only ended when a lone, wooden door was slammed open.
“Shut up! The boss is here!” Someone, probably Jasper, yelled. Silence exploded inside the room and everyone immediately fell into a deathly silence. In walked a tall glasses-adorned, brunette man, holding a book under his arm. As much as Murphy hated the devious vest-wearing devil, he was thankful for his interruption- now he wouldn’t have to deal with anyone until the meeting was over.
The shifty man’s polished black shoes sent loud echoes of his footsteps as he entered; the man himself looking particularly smug as usual. Despite his casual yet tidy appearance, the gleam behind his scheming eyes sent shivers down everyone’s spine. Vincent Smith looked and acted like someone that shouldn’t be messed with.
But he wasn’t the one everyone was truly afraid of.
The bordello held their breaths in anticipation as the real horror of The Balkan’s came closer. The click of familiar brown boots was slow. Anticipation and fear made the sounds grow painfully louder and louder. The door creaked a little wider, as if it too was afraid, and in stepped in the beautiful and deadly mistress of the brothel.
The neon light rippled through each layer of her short, dyed blond hair as she walked in with the poise of black panther. Her green denim miniskirt, patterned with the sensual insignia of the Balkan’s, seemed to flit around the woman’s legs as she came to the table on the small podium. The blonde’s dark eyes darted out into the crowd, her lips pulling into a thin grin when she had accounted for everyone.
The woman in front of them was young, short and head-strong; yet she owned them all. She had them all beneath her well-manicured fingernails.
“Ladies and gentlemen… and James.” The usual round of snickering passed through the group. “Thank you all for coming here so promptly.” Her voice was clear and she dumped the yellow files, that she had been carrying, onto the small table. “I’ll make this fast… so listen up because I don’t like repeating myself.” Everyone fell quiet again. “We’re not pimping you all out enough!”
Small murmurs began to ripple through the crowd. The blonde slammed her fist on the table, causing everyone to jump in their seats.
“Show them Vincent.” The woman began pacing up and down the stage. The greasy brunette pulled out his laptop from his bag pushed a few keys. Instantly, the lights grew dim and the screen behind the blonde shimmered to life, revealing a small line graph behind the woman. A low hum of whispering began to spring up in the audience. “As you can see, our profits are at an all time low. We’ve had the same steady flow of customers but no new ones. Vincent has calculated that you guys are earning less in tips.” Murphy had the sneaking suspicion that the business man had something to do with the missing money- more then just calculating it… “Now, I’ve told you how I think you whores are slacking off and these statistics prove it. Do you think that’s acceptable? Should your lazy work bring my business down? Should the loss in the business’ profits come out your pay?”
“No way!” Alex yelled in protest amongst a few others. If he didn’t know that the boss didn’t care about what they yelled, Murphy probably would have joined in with the shouting. A twisted, terrifying expression of rage crossed the woman’s face as smashed her hand on the wooden table again.
“Did I say you can talk?” She roared. Silence cracked through again. Heather gave off a few heavy pants before she pushed her hair off her freckled face and took a few calming, deep breaths. “Alright… now… there are going to be a few changes starting tonight in regards to the way we do things around here. So if you don’t get it then too bad…”
“She’s serious…” Murphy mumbled to himself.
Vincent changed the slide on the screen, showing off the three new rules. “First off, business is no longer a first come first served basis. This is because some you lazy arses don’t work enough!” She shouted the last bit, causing Eileen to fall out of her seat. “Some of you don’t work and some of you overwork to try make up for the demand. For now on, I will give you all assignments and anyone who doesn’t do them gets bathroom duty for a month.”
Murphy and Alex both gave a groan. They knew from experience how serious that punishment was… Bloody sewer woman and her damned tentacle monsters.
“Second, as an added incentive, you guys don’t have to give up ten percent of your earnings. You keep your tips.” Now an excited babbling went throughout the people. “But this is only if you get good reviews. If the customers tell me that they’re not happy, then you all get jack-squat! Understood?” Everyone either nodded or chimed their response. “Good. Now… third and final rule. I’ve heard that the police had been here questioning some of you. If you ever tell them about it-that-I-shall-not-name, you will not be punished by Vincent. I will personally take care of you.”
James gave a light squeak and Murphy had to hold him from running out of his chair. Murphy rubbed his back quickly, trying to get the man to calm down before the blonde woman took notice of them. James had been ‘taken care of’ by the mistress once. He refused to tell what had happened- but Murphy suspected violent sodomy- with the insane lady.
“So that’s all for today. Oh… Murphy and James. Stay behind. I need to see you for a few minutes privately. The rest of you all can get your respective assignments off Vincent as you leave the room.” The pimp straightened herself and handed a few of the files to her assistant. She turned back to her employees and gave her most intimidating, devious grin. “Now go out, get laid and go make me some money.”
“Good luck guys. Try not to die.” Alex said, standing up and giving a stretch. People began to stand and move slowly out of the room while Murphy and James shared nervous glances. What exactly did the woman want and, on a scale from one to ten, how screwed were they? Time seemed to drag for the two silent whores and it took forever for the straddlers and Vincent to finally leave. They made their way to the front of the room where the proprietor of the club was sitting on the table, checking her nails boredly.
“Miss Mason?” Her head snapped up and she gave a contrasting smile to her earlier expressions. She beckoned the two taller, older men closer.
“Please Murphy. I told you Mama Heather is fine when we’re alone.” The man nodded as Heather got off the table and faced them. They physically towered over her but it was Heather that looked down at them. Her quick movements opened her usual white, sleeveless vest, showing off a small portion of her freckled, lithe body and her small breasts- which weren’t supported by any bra. The pimp didn’t pay attention to her exposed body parts but pulled it fully onto the duo. “I just wanted to say how wonderfully you both are doing. You two are the best in the business and I love you for that boys.” She smiled. “Now, today Mama has a special assignment for you both. It’s a… group job and you’ll help each other.”
“Oh Mama, we both know I don’t need Murphy’s help. What could there possibly need done that my fab ass can’t do? Put him with me, girl, and it’s going be like wearing socks with sandals. Tacky. Honey-bunch over there can just sit this one out, right?” James said.
“Are you questioning my authority?” Heather asked, her eyes locking with the blonde’s. Murphy knew this wouldn’t end well.
“I’m not questioning you Mama. I just think you’re taste in pairing today is about as good as Jasper’s fashion.” Heather stared at the sassy blonde. Murphy saw the rage build in her eyes and he cursed silently at James’ stupidity. She raised her hand and a split second later, the echo of deafening backhand bounced around the room. James yelled out loudly and held his sore cheek while Heather gave the most sinister scowl.
“You’re lucky that’s all you’re getting James.”
“Mama… please calm down.” Murphy said, trying to appeal to the tri-polar woman. “Remember the assignment? Remember the money we’re supposed to make? Calm down and please give us our job. We’ll work together. I promise.” The lull of Murphy’s soothing voice put a downpour on Heather’s temper. The feisty woman put herself in a more dignified manner and pulled off a soft smile.
“Thank you Murphy, and I’m sorry James for getting angry.” James said nothing.
“So, what’s the job Mama? Does it pay well?” Murphy asked, quickly speaking in case Heather took James’ silence as an insult.
The impish blonde suddenly smiled wickedly and she handed Murphy the packet on the table. “There’s a man coming in tonight and you both better be on your best behaviours. He’s paying handsomely for a… special favour.”
“All the details of what he wants and his list of known fetishes are all in here.” She pushed the packet towards Murphy, laughing as she did so. “It’s a small list but an interesting one. You three are in room three-hundred and two. Get creative and score big, alright?”
“Yes Mama.” They said in unison.
“Good… now get out of my sight. We’ve got work to do.”
“Jeez Murphy! Did you ever realize how many crow’s feet you have? This is gonna take me all day to fix!” The man rolled his eyes; quickly closing them when the roll of cream was applied heavily at the corners and wincing as the bold blonde concealed the creases. James rubbed as hard as he could to make him look younger. As insulting and annoying as James Sunderland was, Murphy tolerated it. The blonde knew the tricks and secrets of cosmetics. In fact, James was so good that he did almost everyone’s makeup for special occasions. He was particularly good with prepping up Murphy, mostly because he always practiced on the brunette when they had ‘slumber parties’ in the older man’s room.
James’ smooth fingertips smudged another shade onto his skin before he suddenly stopped assaulting Murphy’s face. He took a step back and his green eyes analyzed Murphy. He girlishly tilted his head in contemplation.
“I’m just wondering if I should cover your scar or just leave it.”
“Leave it. Customers like the scar. They practically beg for me when they feel it.” He smirked as James began applying some white powder on his forehead. The brunette stretched his arms behind his back. “Man, I don’t now how I’m going to do tonight. I must have had at least twenty clients yesterday.”
“Mmmm gurrl don’t you go lying to me Murph! Cynthia and I was counting!”
“What?” The man giggled.
“Everyone knows when my homeboy,” he flicked him on the nose, “gots a client since he’s a screamer. He be wailing like there’s no tomorrow.”
“Shut up and finish me up.” James gave a bitter scowl, picking up the mascara and swishing it just in front of Murphy’s face. The man barely blinked. He knew the blonde wouldn’t desert him or mess up his makeup. James always made sure everything and everyone was pretty. The skirt-wearing man turned around and swapped the mascara for a palette of coloured powders. He stared at Murphy again before flicking a few shades of brown onto him.
“My, my, my! I have my work cut out for me. You’re looking as well-rested as usual.” He chipped sarcastically. Murphy grumbled as James applied the finishing touches to the base layer of the man’s face. “Show me where your outfit is Murph. I wanna make sure your eyeshadow matches your costume.”
“It’s where I left it.” He pointed to the single bed. James stalked over and picked the costume up, analyzing the material.
“Murphy, how many hoes did you have to slap to get that outfit? Mmhhmmm.” The brunette raised another eyebrow at the level of bitch the blonde was showing off today.
“James, I borrowed it from you… Idiot.”
“Well excuse me cupcake… No need to get sassy with me.” Suddenly Murphy understood. James was sore being paired up with him. Not because they weren’t friends, it was just that James had a method of doing things. And it was always by himself. It was something he enjoyed and had a method for. Murphy knew that, he had experienced said method first hand, and suddenly felt really bad for James.
“Don’t be hon.” And with that, Murphy was suddenly forgiven. James delicately placed the colours on his friend, a cheerful smile reappearing on his lips.
“I’m so going to be the favourite tonight.” James announced, brushing some of his pink-tipped hair out of his face. Despite his intentions to try sound nicer, Murphy snorted.
“Sure you are princess.”
“What? You saying Henry-boo is gonna get off just by you wailing your pretty ass off?”
“Is that a challenge Mr. Sunderland?” Murphy couldn’t help but smirk. Only a few minutes ago he had been pissed off, and now he was challenging him? If he wasn’t so used to James’ mood swings, the situation would have been weird. However, it was James… and Murphy knew what he was getting into.
“Sure is Murph-sweetie. Whoever gets Mr. Townshend to tip them the most, at the end of the night, wins.”
“And the wager?”
“The usual gurrl.”
“…Then I think we have a deal.” James gave another giggle as he finished off Murphy’s makeup and shook the other man’s hand. “And may the best man win.”
She needed her fix now.
Long, slender fingers drummed impatiently on the desk, occasionally pulling at her red jacket. Her red-rimmed eyes continuously flicked from the paper in front of her to the door and back again, waiting for the right person to come in. Everyone was useless. She didn’t care for the wise guys with an appointment; big bosses needing to be pleasured; or the party-goers who were here for the bar and a good one-night stand. The twenty-three year old had no interest in them.
Her fingers moved from the desk to her name tag and unpinned it from her white nurse costume. The smooth digits slid over her engraved name, ‘Lisa Garland’, as her eyes continued to fly around the room. Where was he? She needed her fix now.
Michelle had stolen her last dosage of the hallucinogenic drug a few days ago and, as a result, the blonde was going through painful withdrawal. She needed her highly addictive fix. She needed Travis- the man who distributed Michael Kaufman’s infamous PTV. She had even purposely volunteered for reception duty, a mundane task she despised, so she could pick up the packages from him herself. She could feel her mind splitting… she needed it now…
“Umm… Excuse me. Miss?” Lisa’s teal eyes darted up, hoping to see the Travis’ face. However, her bright smile faded as she saw someone else standing in front of the desk. The blonde didn’t respond him right away, instead, taking a moment to squint at him. “Murphy?”
“Umm… no.” It took the woman a few minutes to realise that the awkward man in front of her wasn’t Murphy. Their hairstyles, iconic stubble and noses were the same but, upon closer inspection, the seriously depraved woman could see some differences. This man was cuter: his jawline, cheekbones, and chin were less prominent then the popular man-whore and his eyes were lighter too. The newcomer’s narrow, scarless face stared back at her, concern etched in his features. “Miss? Are you okay?”
“Sorry!” Lisa squeaked, snapping out of her daze. “How can I help you?”
“I’m… ermm… I’m…” the man awkwardly stuttered, fidgeting with his dove-blue dress shirt. Lisa giggled as the man tried to think of what he was going to say. “I-I’m here for an appointment.”
“Sure thing.” The blonde opened up the appointment book and scanned down the names. “What’s your name?”
“Umm… I’m Henry Townshend.” Lisa’s eyes widened. This scruffy man was Henry? She had heard he was loaded and expected yet another stuffy big-shot; there was no way this cute man was ‘the Henry Townshend’ that Heather cheered about. “I’m a bit late, I’m sorry.”
“No, no, no. You’re right on time.” The blonde stumbled. “Please hold on for a minute.” She quickly grabbed the phone and dialed Vincent’s room like she had been instructed.
“M- M- Mister Smith? Mr. Townshend has just arrived.”
“Thank you Lisa. I’ll be out in a second.” The blonde addict hung the phone and forced a smile for the important guest.
“Mister Smith will be out in a moment sir.” The brunette nodded and, in no longer than one minute, Vincent, clad in a suit, walked out.
“Hello there. I’m the business manager of The Balkan’s Night, Vincent Smith.” He extended his hand and the brunette shook it.
“Henry Townshend.” A scared looked passed the man’s face, prompted by Vincent’s dirty, guileful smirk.
“You’re in for a special treat tonight Mr. Townshend. The Balkan’s Night has prepared something… special.” The young brunette gave a nod and the seedy man turned to the receptionist. “Lisa, Mr. Grady is around the back. Please call Rose to handle things here and go attend to him.” The nurse-cosplaying woman squealed in delight and made a grab for the phone. Vincent turned back to Henry. “Well there’s certainly no time to waste. You have a long night ahead of you.” The man gave a silent nod in response, his features expressionless. Vincent smirked. ” This way Mister Townshend. Everything has been prepared for you.”
Vincent lead the brunette through the large metal doors, leading to the most important room in the brothel.
The Heaven’s Nightclub.
It wasn’t even a room, it was a gigantic area that seemed more like an open lobby. The glasses-adorned man chuckled, looking over his shoulder to see Henry glancing around in amazement. Saturday nights at The Balkan were busy and certainly the highlight of the week. Most of the grand lobby was dark besides the neon-lit bar, where Jasper and Michelle were serving drinks, and the brightly illuminated stage/catwalk. Most people crowded around the stage, either sitting in chairs or standing up, feeling employees of The Balkan’s Night dancing up against their bodies. The occasional loud snap of underwear- that showed that some lucky prostitute just made an extra dollar- could be heard over the loud music blasting from every direction, clashing with the noise and cheers from the crowd. Those who didn’t have a man or woman rubbing up against them were still getting fanservice; watching the stage where Eileen pushed Alex back erotically as part of their sensual ‘nurse and solider’ dance routine. Vincent had to tap Henry’s shoulder to stop the man from watching the bare-chested brunette grate bodies with the scantily-clad woman.
“You can come back and see this tomorrow night.” Vincent yelled over the din, hinting the idea to Henry. “We should go.” Henry snapped his head back towards the manager and mumbled his apology. The two pushed their way through the crowd to a small, shadowy sidedoor. The two walked into into a well-lit corridor and led Henry up two short flights of steps. They arrived at the third floor where the doors to private rooms were scattered about.
This was where all the action happened.
“Here we are, Room 302.” With his master key, Vincent unlocked the nearby door and smiled crookedly at Henry. “Please take a seat, your show will begin shortly. We hope you enjoy your stay Mr. Townshend.”
“Thank you.” The brunette walked in and the satisfied manager shut the door behind him. Henry quickly moved to the center of the room where a lone red velveted chair was waiting for him. He sat down and took a moment to survey his surroundings; taking long, deep and slow breaths as he did so.
It was a beautiful room and Henry honestly felt like he was in a classy hotel rather then a brothel. The walls were a rich vermilion and printed with intricate patterns. The floors were covered with polished mahogany and smelt similar to the exotic scents coming from the pot plants in the corners of the room. There was a king-sized bed too: it looked sturdy, as if it was ready for the long night ahead.
As lovely and elegant as the room was, Henry knew that he shouldn’t have been looking around. The grey-eyed male turned back. The main attraction he should have been looking at was the metal pole elevated on a platform in front of him.
Suddenly, the lights began to dim, bringing the room into a soft red hue, and the inbuilt stage lights flashed on. Henry watched as, seemingly out of no where, a figure stepped onto the stage, tousling his brown hair. Henry looked up at his attendant for the night.
And they both froze.
“What the hell?” Henry whispered after a few moments, looking up at the handsome man. What the hell indeed. The stranger looked like him! They could have easily passed for each other, if not brothers. He didn’t know how or why but this man looked almost identical. Hell, in the lighting, the prostitute on stage did look like him.
The man on stage looked just as bewildered and there was an awkward silence between them. It took a few moments for the man on stage to shake out of confusion.
“Are you alright Mr. Townshend?” He asked.
“Fine…” Henry mumbled, a blush coming to his face already. “Call me Henry”
“Murphy.” He responded in turn, taking his cue to start. Murphy turned around and stared at the metal bar. The scarred man on stage gave a deep breath and recomposed himself. They hadn’t even started and Murphy felt like he had screwed up already. Now he was going have to work double time to try and make Mr. Townshend happy.
Without warning a foreign beat began to play. The brunette man set his mind into the music and, shaking his hips, Murphy began working the pole. With a professional mindset, the man first leaned slowly into the pole and winked at his customer, gaining his confidence back as Henry’s face lit up like a traffic light. As good as Henry’s poker face was, it was painfully obvious to Murphy that it was his first time doing something like this. Good, it meant it would be easier to entertain him: not that he would put any less effort into his show. Murphy always put one-hundred and ten percent into everything he did.
Henry licked his lips as the identical man began to dance up and down the pole he was holding on to, experience seeming to ooze out of every fluid movement he made. His shock began to die away with Murphy’s movements, being replaced by sweet lust. Henry stared at the flexible man as he swayed and climbed up and down the bar, noting how tight his skimpy vest and purple shorts were against his tanned hide. It didn’t seem to obstruct his movements at all, but highlighted his ‘good stuff’. Unsure what he should do, Henry clenched his hands and watched the man fling around erotically.
Murphy swung down from the pole, still in time to the beat, and began dancing on stage for Henry to get a close look at him. If any time was a good time to get horny, this would be it. Murphy ducked his hands downs, sensuously sliding them over his body. He pressed the vest to his shirt, hinting at his muscles. A moan escaped from Henry’s mouth as he bit his bottom lip.
Every move he made was loquacious, titillating and it radiated pleasure to his lustful customer. Henry could feel himself getting hard as he watched the dancing porn star, the erection stretching his jeans. A smug smirk reached Murphy and the performer licked his lips, mocking the other’s actions. The lights shone on Murphy’s body, reflecting off the hot, glistening sweat and making him look less real- more like gorgeous treasure that Henry wanted to steal away.
Murphy’s hands wrapped around the pole again and his skin welcomed the cold, metal feel. He spun around the pole, rubbing it so ceremoniously against his body that Henry couldn’t help but wonder if Murphy was just as good as moving up and down a cock.
Murphy curled around it and lifted up his toned legs, swinging around and hinting at his large package. The brunette look-alike kept one smooth leg out to show while the other one professionally curled loosely around the pole; allowing Murphy to fling back and displayed his scarcely covered body. Then the brunette pulled himself up, one arm loose and out to Henry while the rest of his body cuddled the vertical, metal bar. Around and around he twirled, going lower until his bare feet touched the ground. Unable to control his smile, Murphy allowed his lucid fingers to pry his shirt open as he pressed his back against the pole and slid down it. The younger man bit his lip.
Henry couldn’t tell what he wanted more; to continue watching or to relieve his libido and take the show to the bed. Hoping that he could handle a little more foreplay, the thin man began to undo the jeans of his trousers. Suddenly, a large hand stopped him and strong arms slinked around his shoulders.
“You don’t have to do anything. Just relax and let us take care of you.” Whispered a husky voice. The man gave a small jump in his seat but his yelp of surprise suddenly switched to a low moan as lips played against his earlobe. Henry felt his hands being lifted by the stranger and placed back on the arms of the chair, ensuring he was insanely comfortable. If it wasn’t for the fact that he didn’t want to miss a single moment of Murphy’s erotic actions, he would have turned around and looked at whoever was touching him. Hands began to slide down his blue shirt towards his pants and Henry could feel the person’s cheek against his. The fly and button of his pants came quickly off. Henry closed his eyes as, suddenly, talented fingers wrapped very firmly around his cock and jerking him off.
There was a low, irritated growl from Murphy and while Henry wanted to continue watching his euphoric exhibition, he couldn’t open his eyes. He groaned out loudly as the stranger’s fingers found a particularly sensuous spot. Pre-cum slowly dribbled out of the hardened member as the other man continued to work it.
“Gah! Oh that’s good!” Henry managed to moan out, arching into the hand.
Suddenly, almost torturously, the movements stopped. The hand unravelled and backed away before… there was nothing. Henry groaned out in agony and writhed in his seat. The pressure was right there… but couldn’t escape. He needed something back down there to relieve his sex drive now.
Henry opened his eyes to see Murphy… not helping the situation. He lifted himself up the pole and hung his legs up in the air. The motion loosened his pants, revealing his nicely toned ass. His legs shifted in the air and kicked wildly, succeeding in flaunting off his abdomen and chest again. Murphy gave one more tantalizing flip of his body and swung off the pole, landing perfectly back down. Henry made a heavy, aroused noise and stood up, trying to reach the other man. Before he could get out of his chair, he heard a soft, possessive growl and was pushed back in. He felt something wet wrap around his erect penis. Tremors of pleasure vibrated up Henry as he sunk back into the chair, seeing a blonde head bob up and down, sucking on his member. Henry tried to look at him but he tensed again as another surge of pleasure shot up from his body.
Wet heat seemed to tighten around the hard yet silky member and Henry’s moan just got louder and louder. The man sucking on his dick seemed to hum under his noises, extremely proud, and somehow smug, of the crooning noises Henry was making. The familiar taste of salt, sweat and skin were all swelling in the man’s mouth and he gave a smirk. With his lips back over his teeth, he continued taking the wet head into his mouth and his tongue rotates around the member like how Murphy rotated around the pole. The blonde’s fingers graced the underside of his balls while sloppy, saliva streams dribbled past his lips and down his chin.
“Oh my g-” Henry yelled out as he ejaculated into the man’s mouth. The red faced man threw his head back and sunk back into the chair, extremely satisfied. Murphy snickered as James tried to hold the surge of liquid in his mouth. The sassy blonde promptly spat the semen onto the carpeted floor.
“Let’s take it to the bed shall we?” Murphy said in tone that mocked neglect. He slapped the coughing cross-dresser on the back, twice, before coming up to the panting brunette look-alike. Murphy put his muscles to good use and lifted up the slender man into a bridal style position. Henry gave a surprised gasp as the whore carried the man to the king-sized bed and rested the aroused man’s head on the black pillows. The ex-convict smirked as he climbed up onto the red sheets and straddled himself onto Henry’s hips. Did all wenches stare at their customer’s face? Or was Murphy just fascinated by how similar they looked? A furious blush came over the look-alike as the man began to unbutton the customer’s dress shirt, grinning as he did so. His eyes already had undressed his body and it almost seemed like he was searching for tell-tale sensuous spots.
“Save some for me.” Came a voice. It coughed again before it spoke out much more clearly. “Can’t let you have all the fun Murph.” James scowl morphed into a provocative smirk as he walked up to them, shaking his hips as he did so. Henry’s attention diverted to the incubus-like man. The stunningly scandalous, muscular blonde was wearing the tightest golden dress Henry had ever seen… and he was loving the view. String covered his upper torso and zips dangled from the dress, seemingly asking him to start getting rid of James’ stretchy layer. But, before Henry could reach for him, the blonde crawled up onto the bed, spreading his legs and nestling Henry in-between them. James’ thick, sticky fingers dragged across Henry’s face, causing the man to look away from Murphy and be locked into his salty tongue-filled kiss.
Murphy gave a low, aroused growl, watching the two make out savagely, while trying to take off Henry’s scruffy dress shirt. The customer lifted his shoulders, trying to help make the removal easier, despite being occupied. James deepened the kiss and ran his hands down Henry’s sides, smirking inside as the man grabbed at the crinkled rubber dress. James was slowly getting the upper hand.
Unable to get his undershirt off as well, Murphy discarded both his vest and the shirt, began playing with Henry’s upright torso. His dry hands slipped under the white shirt and his index finger traced over the young man’s collar bone, briefly brushing over the brunette’s erect nipples. Henry erupted into a low moan and parted from his mouth warfare allowing Murphy to jump into battle and press kisses on his neck and chin. Murphy moved swiftly towards the mouth where the two’s tongues clashed. Another nearly-unbearable bolt of electricity charged through Henry as he began to return the kiss, finding that it was easier to place dominion over his look-alike. It was Murphy’s turn to groan as Henry pushed forward into the kiss.
Red, glossy lips shifted into a possessive pout and James pressed his uncovered groin into Henry’s back, purposely allowing his lust to seep through to distract him. The man jerked forward uncomfortably, causing James to chuckle under the soft music. As Henry’s and Murphy’s hands ran all over each other, James set to the important task of removing the client’s pants and underwear, ignoring how ‘into’ the kiss they both were. Murphy did try to help James but he was too occupied being swept away from the intimate touches. It didn’t matter though, James just shifted his position and wrestled the materials off, showing off a once-again throbbing cock. The blonde then reached over and grabbed the lubricant off the side table, placing a generous amount on his hands before getting to work.
The thumb of the cross-dresser’s hand flicked over the head of Henry’s cock, his slippery hand wrapping over the member. Henry squeaked and bit down on Murphy’s tongue in surprise, causing the other man to scream in pain. Murphy separate and Henry arched into James’ hand. Their intimate french kiss was broken, leaving James to rub the thick substance over both their organelles. Heaving pants erupted from Henry and Murphy knew it was time. He removed Henry’s final article of clothing and allowed his lips to briefly latch around his Adam’s apple. Murphy sucked, making Henry groan and pulse between his legs but broken the kiss again before Henry could really get into it.
The long silvery trail of saliva, came from the two mouths, broken when Murphy pulled his head away and removed his shorts. It was time to start the first of the many fun rides they would have tonight. Murphy positioned himself.
He nearly screamed on top of the awkward brunette. Henry let loose a hiss of delight as he felt a succulent heat clench around his erection. With a groan in every movement, Murphy worked his hips slowly moving down and taking in Henry’s length. Although he was experienced to the sensation, a few tears trickled out as he screamed and Henry shivered upon hearing it (although it was a sound that was heard by his genitals more then his ears). The sandwiched man opened his eyes hazily to see Murphy’s features, scrunched in a erotic mix of pleasure and pain. It was almost like he was getting hornier at seeing his own face, (Murphy’s face), screaming in ecstasy. To respond to the growing, suggested feeling of selfcest inside of him, Henry thrusted forward. The motion hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of Murphy and the man screamed out loudly causing Henry to give a lust-driven smile.
James wanted to frown but instead chuckled at Murphy’s screams and cries of ‘Oh God, Oh God, Oh God.’ He may have had the attention driven away from him but he was enjoying listening to his friend’s vibrant screaming: almost as much as Henry seemed to be. Not wanting to miss out, James slowly slithered his arms around Henry, a forced, devilish smile around his lips.
He flicked his fingers over the newcomer’s pink nipples and, without warning, James rammed his weight into him. Henry cried out as James’ cock broke into his hole, festering up his internal tubes towards his insides and flailed uselessly.
Damn Henry was tight. James knew he should have prepared him first… but Murphy’s interaction with the man twisted him and coaxed James into going in faster. His emotions were getting away with themselves, again and it was costing him. Blood trickled out of Henry’s tight hole as James’ hands held the man’s sides.
The impression had hurt terribly at first, but then he got used to it and the pain became blurred with the blazing sensation of hot friction. As Murphy continued shoving his body up and down on his own cock, he could feel himself getting excited again: his breathing was getting heavier, more erratic and much more needy. James buckled and Murphy continued rocking his hips further exciting the man’s body. There were a few groans from James and yells Henry but most of the sexual sounds were coming from Murphy: who’s body was so susceptible that the slightest twitch sent noise reverberating in the room.
Henry wasn’t sure if he was supposed to buckle one way or thrust in the other. His body spasmed with pleasure and he decided that that wanted both. The brunette allowed his body to be handled in the ways his attendants wanted- vulnerable to any of their actions.
And then there was a snap. Henry’s mind was too blurred to know what exactly had happened. All he knew that one moment he was feeling the passion and then… New shockwaves of pleasure. Like thousands of bolts of lightning that were so intense it was almost indistinguishable from the pain. The feeling resounded inside the man’s body and coursed like a disease- consuming him entirely. In two short seconds after, Henry yelled out, and came first.
“OH GOD!” Murphy screeched not expecting Henry to suddenly fill him up with his hot, sticky seed. The man stopped riding Henry and arched his back, moaning like the whore he was. He released himself, staining the end of the bed bed with the edgy tang of sex.
Panting hard, wincing, shaking and sweating, Murphy instinctively eased back onto Henry, pushing the young man back into another of James’ strong thrusts. Henry wailed out, almost as loud as Murphy, as the sweet spot inside of him was pressed harder and harder. While Henry had finished it was clear that James wasn’t. The blonde slowed and struggled with the additional ‘dead weight’ of Murphy added onto him; but his movements didn’t seem to have any less of an effect on Henry, who screamed almost happily along with the rhythmic abuse of his prostate.
It was a while before James did finally hit maximum ecstasy. Not that Henry minded- he was getting far more out of this then James was- but when James hit his climax, it was amazing. Henry buckled mercilessly into Murphy and shrieked out as the sticky substance swelled in his insides. The men shared a few choked gaps before there was suddenly no noise from any of them. Only the smooth jazz music humming in the background, that seemed in synch with their heavy breathing, broke the silence.
“You’re good Mister Townshend.” Groaned Murphy. James coughed in response but was ignored. It took Murphy a short period of breathing before he forced himself off Henry, giving a wail as the head of his penis popped out. Murphy collapsed on the bed as James exited Henry. The cross dresser looked more tired then his partners but also significantly more smug as well. James finally took off his stretched, gold dress and the men allowed Henry to relax.
“Good?” Henry gave a weak nod. “Well darling I’m fabulous.” James chuckled as he gave a stretch, eyes suspiciously never leaving Henry.
“So then… are you ready for the next round yet? The man shook his head, wanting to get his weak heart back in order before they started any more wild sex- although he felt like they could have given him a hundred years and he wouldn’t have been ready-. Murphy gave a tired laugh as he pushed himself off the bed to grab something: his pained legs buckled slightly under him, as if he was a toddler, and he almost fell over in the process. Murphy gave a loud wince as he bent over to pick up the discarded lubricant.
James smirked. There was no real point in waiting, was there? The nymphomaniac pulled the exhausted, but awake, man on top of him. He smirked at the light gasp the brunette gave, both critiquing and admiring his cute features, before he began to suck and lick the man’s collarbone. His teeth grazed and created light hickeys on the veneer of his skin. Henry’s hips began to buck into James’ washboard abs as the blonde’s sharp tongue lapped up the droplets of sweat that had collected on his body. Henry trembled in need, wanting to be throughly pleasured again despite the orgasm he had a few minutes ago. He tossed his head back and gave a loud ‘hgggh’ as James’ mouth worked its magic.
Murphy stood by the edge of the bed and grinned. The man grabbed two handfuls of the customer’s ass and squeezed, only letting go when he heard the man’s telltale groan. Murphy’s hands slinked up and his knuckles brushed lightly under Henry’s jaw, applying just enough pressure to hear the younger man sigh. Hearing this, James parted from his hickey and began to rub his thumb over Henry’s bottom lip, bringing the two tongues into yet another kiss.
Before the kiss broke, James leaned into him, urging Henry to lean back onto Murphy’s chest. The brunette tilted his head back and Murphy brought him into another kiss. This time Murphy was the one to control the lip-lock and the older man placed more emphasis on his kiss rather then his tongue.
With a slightly irritated ‘hmmph!’ James turned his attention elsewhere: the brunette’s slightly hairy chest; smooth stomach; and the tempting curve of his hip were all kissed sparingly before James stretched and lay on his back. It was clear that Henry was confused with what the two prostitutes were doing but he was no less equally excited.
James winced a little as he could feel Henry rock a little on his stomach, feeling the two unintentionally grit their pelvises right over jis member. Their motion made the silky appendage grow steadily stiffer. James let out a husky moan and watched as Murphy wrapped his arms around Henry, pressing the full length of his exposed member against his look-alike’s back. Henry groaned out, his cock beginning to bulge out again. He parted lips with Murphy, his lips mouthing out his silent need to take it back to the next level.
With both Murphy and James ready, they both began to work at Henry. The brunette picked up his moaning customer and carefully helped him onto James’ lubricated cock. Henry winced out as the body part slithered up his hole, painfully and slowly while James squealed when he felt Henry twist down onto his member.
“Ahh… ahh… Ah…” Henry panted, trying to get used to the sore, tender feeling again. Thankfully it didn’t feel nearly as painful as before. What was he supposed to do now? Ride James?
The answer was no.
He was the customer and customers had to be catered to.
Henry gave an aching scream as he suddenly felt something else creep into his stretched entrance. Tears spurted from his eyes as he felt another large item slip down his loose orifice. Pain simply exploded in the man as he felt every nervous system began to burn. He could feel his skin stretch as Murphy fit the head of his cock inside. Henry yelled out tried to look for somewhere to hold- only realising that James was the only surface under him. His aroused body fiercely clenched James’ sides as if pinching and his sweat and tears began to intermingle with horny, aching breaths. Murphy, still standing off the edge of the bed, had somehow angled himself to slowly force his way into Henry’s exposed body. He was taking in two at once.
The man screeched. The pain wasn’t dying down and it was almost reaching the point of numbness. The pain didn’t mean he was any less aroused though: Henry’s throbbing cock was straight and pointing outwards, throughly hard and leaking. James and Murphy weren’t coping as calmly as they would have liked either. It was uncomfortable to move inside of Henry, and when they did, the two cocks would grate together, causing them all to yell out at different volumes. It was hard to manage- James had to thrust directly up while Murphy had to grab James’ legs so he could push in properly- but it got the job.
“Do you wanna stop?” Groaned one of the whores, although Henry’s hearing and vision was so fucked up (literally) he couldn’t tell who was speaking. The actions were impractical but they were effective. Henry was twitching around frantically; his body had taken a firm shade of red and his tears seemed to mix with the sweat on his body. Henry opened his mouth again, but all that came out was a raspy moan. He tossed his head back, saliva dripping out from his mouth. Besides breathing in and moaning out, Henry honestly felt like his body could do nothing but take it. Stopping was hardly an option now.
Murphy pressed his hips and moved in right against Henry’s prostate and then… well… he lost it. The euphoria consumed him as his climax was hit. Screaming like a banshee, Murphy cummed inside Henry, causing the man to yell out again in surprise and James to shudder. The foreign sperm dripped out of the hole as there was no space for it inside.
“Hah… hah… Gahhh…” Henry cried out, trying to keep in the blissful elation inside of his member. However, Henry didn’t have a lot of self control and it hardly took anytime at all for the pink-faced man’s own semen to gush out all over the blonde’s torso under him.
“Ah shit! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“E-eh?” Henry choked out, still in a euphoric phase.
“You got your damn mess all over me, gross. Can’t even give a gurl a warning?”
“James… calm down.” Murphy panted out, sounding half irritated and half surprised at the blondes behaviour. “Just finish the job and we can all go to sleep.”
“I think I am good sugar…”
Henry took no notice to the discussion. He was exhausted and the tired man was only aware of the two cocks exiting, James’ still erect. Despite James not finishing, Henry was more then satisfied and Murphy helped the man under the soft red covers, completely oblivious to the argument that was going on. He fell asleep and Murphy switched off the soft music. The scarred brunette stared at James who was now looking at his friend earnestly.
“How about you lend me a hand instead?”
“What is wrong with you?” Murphy whispered sharply, “Do you want Heather to kill us? You’re a professional! Why did you through a hissy fit? You do know I actually like living, thank you very much, James.”
James gave a nonchalant shrug, wincing a little as he still could feel the tightness of his erection.
“Please Murphy… I don’t wanna do it myself. Help me out here. It’s just a hand-job.”
“Just a hand-job?” Murphy would have snorted if he wasn’t so concerned about James’ behaviour. It was so… unlike him to be so unprofessional. The brunette tried to contemplate it but the sexually restrained blonde kept mewling to be attended to.
“… fine. We’ll talk in the morning.” James was going to be a nuisance for the rest of the night if he didn’t agree.
“You did well boys. Mr. Townshend was quite impressed that he could barely walk out of here this morning.”
“I’m impressed that he managed to make Murph-sugar so sore. Ain’t that right hon?”
“Shut up James.” Murphy groaned in response, too tired and sore to take the compliment from Vincent. It was now one in the afternoon and everyone was pitching in to clean up the Heaven’s Nightclub.
“Wait.” Vincent glared at Murphy, hating to be interrupted. “He didn’t mention any problems… did he?” James joined in with glaring at Murphy. There was a few moments of tense silence between the three. Murphy could hear his heartbeat in his ears so loudly, it blocked out the screaming girls in the background.
“… Should he have?” Vincent asked, tilting his glasses slightly. His stare grabbed Murphy and the man gulped.
“…Nope.” The guy with glasses scoffed and dropped the subject.
“As I was saying, he was impressed. Mr. Townshend was extremely generous. He paid twice the downpayment and left… a plentiful tip for you both.”
“How much did we earn?”
“Enough for Heather to lock herself in the office and dance six years’ worth of ‘Money Dances.” The two men gave a laugh.
“I have already taken the liberty of deducting the standard costs and taxes out of the bulk, so here’s what you’ve both earned.” The sleazy man pulled out a large envelope from his pocket and placed it on the bar counter. James threw the bar rag he was holding into the sink and opened the stash. He saw a large amount of unsorted cash and grinned.
“Murph. We’re loaded.” He siphoned through the packet, trying to determine which tip was his. However, the money was only in one thick stash of cash. “Hey Vincent, whose earnings is whose?”
“What do you mean? You split it evenly.” Murphy raised an eyebrow. “You guys were a package deal, not sold separately. So your pay comes all in one lump.”
“… seriously?” The brunette asked.
“Damn!” James cursed. “Well that fucks up our tally system.” An unamused look came from Vincent- perfectly aware of the childish wagers the two men had. He pushed back his glasses and stood up, making his way back to his office without a goodbye.
” …Oh well.” James said, licking his finger and counting their profits. “We both totally know I would have totally won that round.”
“If just stopping in the middle of a session gives you victory then yes.” Murphy muttered under his breath. “You totally won.” James gave a glare.
“Gurrl… Is that a challenge?” Murphy smirked back at him.
“Maybe it is…”
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