TRIPLETS - Extract

 

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"I need triplets, in their twenties or thirties. Make it so."

The man spoke to a pale red headed woman who hung onto his every word. She knew what he wanted triplets for, but she remained expressionless. She was about thirty herself, tall and busty and then that striking red hair that cascaded over bare shoulders. She was dressed like she worked for him in a domestic light. But it was a different domestic light. She was dressed provocatively in a micro uniform that could be kindly described as Housekeeper, and less respectively described as Slut. Long, long legs sheathed in sheer nylon pantyhose and a tight dress so short that she would never have been able to get away with stockings because the tops would be shown all the time. The pantyhose she wore tight and pressed to her crotch and contracting her sex lips in such a way that they tried to kiss the outside world from within the tight micro mesh of the nylon.

"Of course, Sir. Any preferences at all? White, English, black, brown?"

She asked in the same toneless way. It was like a deadpan way that she existed. She was extremely pretty but one had to wonder what'd brought her to this man who was much, much older. And for her to be dressed and made up in a way that utterly sexual and utterly subservient. This set up, this 'thing' with this man was strange. It was mysterious and it was erotic. The eroticism was something that hung in the air, and crept down the walls, and it poured over this woman like it was devouring her.

"It will be difficult enough to find all female triplets, so I don't stipulate at this point. Make me aware of them and then I can say yes or no. After saying that, if you can locate and research a nice mixed-race set, or Arabic, that would be let's say 'good'. And if you do that, well, I am sure I could see myself rewarding you in some way. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

And he let his words hang there in the air. He eyes widened. She knew what a 'reward' meant. There was no doubt that she worked on a rewards-based system. Nor was there any doubt that she worked also on a punishment basis. There had to be this sense around this man that he was a sadist. He couldn't be anything else. What he'd done to Tara showed a sadistic side to him. No, it wasn't about whip and canes in the moment, but what he aspired to in head fucks, and sexual tortures made up for the lack of impact sadism. Clearly there were levels to him, without those levels being seen or visible. The levels were what gave this man his mysterious air. And there was this sense also that he was capable of anything at any level. There was this sense that this man lived and existed in his own world and that his world just happened to be somehow contained within the normal world. There was this sense that this man floated through his own world and the normal world at will. Everyday things didn't weigh this man down. He was so wealthy and somehow so powerful that he just didn't do 'normal'.

"I would Sir yes. I want to please you. I want to please you a lot."

"I know you do. Because you know what happens if you don't please me right?"

"Yes Sir, yes I do."

And just for a second, a split second even, a shadow came down across this red head's face. As though she were reliving something that had happened to her because of not pleasing this man.