Brothel on Gromet's Plaza Archive

My Life as a Service Bot

Sun, 27 Jun 2021 00:00:00 +0000

The world had radically changed at the end of the last century; the corporations had now taken over from world governments; employment was hard to come by with everyone competing for the limited number of positions. It didn’t help me that I had a minor conviction for theft, I had been kept in the comfortable corporate enclave for most of my childhood years, we had not wanted for anything, the estate we lived in was secluded from the real world, and my early education was done in the corporations own schools. It wasn’t until my father died and we had to leave the corporate supplied accommodation that I had any experience of the outside world. It was there that I got myself tangled up in the wrong crowd and we were caught when a couple of them stole some items from a local store, the judge took a dim view of what we’d done and though I only received a community service order, where I had to clean the streets for two weeks, I now had a conviction recorded against my name.

Service Bot

Fri, 06 Mar 2020 00:00:00 +0000

The Informer 2

Mon, 05 Mar 2018 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Informer)

The Informer Part 2

The scene was a large, populous city in the Middle East. It was situated between a high mountainous plateau and a rocky, meandering coastline.

A hundred and thirty years ago it had been a collection of mud huts around a small oasis on a little used caravan route. But progress and advancement had come since then. Oil, and later minerals had been discovered and exploited. Water resources in the massif behind the village had been developed into carefully controlled agriculture and lastly, and perhaps most profitably of all, it had become a centre of international finance. Tens of thousands now lived here and if the original hut dwellers could see it today they would have recognised nothing.

Mind Fuck

Sun, 02 Jul 2017 00:00:00 +0000

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = A short story about what really goes on upstairs at Jack’s Place.

Be careful going upstairs at Jack’s Place. You may not be able to handle “the real stuff.” And no one will believe you afterwards.

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Penelope Takes Over

Thu, 12 Mar 2015 00:00:00 +0000

Victor walked along the dark Parisian street. As a budding (but successful) artist, he had come to Paris with the romantic idea that he would draw girls as they stripped in the clubs. He thought that although he was sure that cameras would be unacceptable, no-one would object to some discreet sketching with pencil and paper. He had found an address of a less ‘touristy’ strip club but it was eluding him. In front of him, an old woman stood in a doorway. He paused. “Strip club?” he enquired. “Troisièmeàdroite.” she growled without looking at him. He went on without thanking her.

One Way Trip

Tue, 02 Sep 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Tales of Green Valley 2: One Way Trip

Mistress Summer was actually more of a Madam than a mistress as she ran a very successful ‘house’ called Summer Place, using her string of sex slaves. She was only 36 and quite sexy herself so she did still turn a few tricks herself when she felt the need for some sexual fun or they ran short of girls.

Most of her slaves were illegals, Hispanic or Asian, male and female. They feared to leave, not from threats, but simply because they were never taught English. And Summer gave them time off and occasional gifts. But they stayed and worked hard mostly because she saved a portion of their earnings. They were not really slaves, more indentured servants paying off the cost to acquire them. She would offer language courses and let them attend vocational training once their cost was paid off.

One Way Trip

Tue, 02 Sep 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Tales of Green Valley 2: One Way Trip

A Nice Change in Plans

Thu, 28 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000

I have already told the story about getting myself tied up by a madam and one of her girls. This is a short account of another visit to the brothel for bondage which turned out much different than planned.

I had made the appointment for one evening, and arrived to find the madam in her parlor with another guy and two women. One of the girls was very attractive to me, and turned out to be the one assigned to work with me. The other was kind of plain, but not at all unsocial.

The Eighth House 4: The Mark

Fri, 14 Feb 2014 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Eighth House 3: Questions)

Part 4: The Mark

It took me three days before I tried to simply walk through the door that led up to Lady Amelia’s rooms. Three days during which the only concession to training me came on the first morning, when Lady Amelia asked a dark skinned girl from somewhere in the south of the Hundred Kingdoms to show me how to stand and kneel, present myself and keep my eyes cast down when speaking to others who weren’t slaves. All that, in one strenuous morning, spent sweating naked through position after position until the girl, Nalla, was pleased enough with my progress to reward me with a kiss on the lips and a whispered assurance in my ear.

The Jewel Box

Sun, 01 Jul 2012 00:00:00 +0000

I’m just coming out of my bedroom when I nearly collide with Mila.

“Hey, cousin.”

“Hi.”

She’s dressed for work, or more accurately mostly undressed for work with a short, black silk robe over nothing. She heads into the bathroom.

Mila isn’t my cousin, neither is Kim - I’m pretty sure of that - just like “Auntie” isn’t my aunt. The girls are twins even though their papers have them at different ages. All the girls lie about their age depending on circumstances. The sixteen year olds pass themselves off as twelve or, if the authorities come snooping, then they’re twenty. When they came here they were officially sixteen and seventeen, sixteen being the minimum age to work in a brothel. Although that’s being changed to eighteen, and they’re both legally eighteen, so there you go. I have no idea how old they are, but I’m thinking twenties passing themselves off as teenagers. Mom’s thirty-six, but you’d never know it.

Bondage Brothel

Sun, 15 Jan 2012 00:00:00 +0000

( AUTHOR’S NOTE: ) No animal was actually hurt in the filming of this motion picture. – Except for a wild squirrel that dashed out in front of the Craft Services truck as it was on a run for Pizza and Beer for the Producer’s Party. The driver has denied all responsibility for the accident. The squirrel was smashed flat and was unavailable for comment. Edited by Proof Reader.

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Free Sex Week

Sun, 28 Dec 2003 00:00:00 +0000

He was on a two week holiday. He had stayed at a cheap motel just outside the city limits. When he went out to his car, he found a flyer on the window for a local brothel a few miles down the road. It was early. He had no real plans. He was a little horny, so why not, he thought to himself. It would be a good way to get the holiday going.

Tales of Green Valley

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

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