Deception's Game (The Misses Book 2)

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After the allotted time was completed, Felix went in the room. He unstrapped her ankles. He hoisted Licious’ body up in an upright, pressing his chest to her back, he reached around her and undid the straps on her thighs. His uncle was so gentle with her. He glided her body out of the swing and sat her on the floor. He handed her a large wipe. She cleaned her face and chest. She then unzipped her mask and the top part of her catsuit and removed them.

She got on her knees and she held Felix. Her naked breasts were firmly pressed against his uncles. He gently rubbed her long thick curly hair as she rested her head on his shoulder. After five minutes, she stood up and removed the rest of her suit. Looking at her curves, Grayson couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that this beautiful body belonged to a man.

She stepped into a small shower room that was off to the back of the playroom. All within the fifteen minute span, she looked renewed and ready for her next customer. Other than her beauty, she was resilient. Every man who came into the club got their money's worth. The lowest pricing for her was one thousand dollars for ninety percenters. So she easily brought in four thousand dollars per night. The highest amount was ten thousand.

Most of the customers for the day were ninety percenters, there was only one fifty percenter. His uncle told him that there were only 4 clothing options: ninety, seventy,fifty, and five. Seeing five, changed his world. His uncle talked to the customer regarding the type of play he wanted so that they could prepare. They would be dangling her from the ceiling with a stool slightly too short for her to reach, so she would be standing on her tiptoes after she came the first time.

When Licious entered the playroom, she seemed to understand what they were doing. Grayson still had his reservations. He kept thinking, “How is this safe?” Those words would never leave his lips though. If uncle was doing it to someone he loved, then there was no room for doubt. His uncle never claimed to love anyone, yet he was protecting his ex-mistress and working night shifts.

She stood flat footed and blind folded on the stool as Grayson watched the play intensely.The client started with pushing a oiled up stubbly vibrating dildo into her butt. Her length jumped around as a reaction to the stimulation. The client began to lick the base of Licious’ shaft while pushing the vibrator rhythmically into the dangling sub.

That was the first time Grayson heard her moan. The sound caused him to stumble backwards. This woman-ish person was raising desires in him he never knew were there. His uncle watched her like he was listening to a symphony play his favorite concerto piece. The few hours he spent in that place he had never seen his uncle so at peace, so docile.

As Grayson took a seat to watch the action, he talked more about his position.

“Since you are taking my place, I will pay you out of gratitude. So you know, I don't have to pay you.” He smiled while still consumed by the play.

“I will be here another ten months to guide you. You only need to come once a week for training. Once I leave you, anything that happens to her falls on you. I would hate to lose a nephew.” He said then glared out of the corner of his eye.

“Yes Uncle.”

His fears and anxieties were culminating all in that one moment. He had never been assigned such a deadly protection detail. The chances of him dying were so high, it made him forget about the sensual activities going on, on the other side of the glass. Then she crossed his mind and it made his stomach turn and knot. He had thought about her off and on briefly after they met.

After he saw her giving the valedictorian speech, he wanted to be putty in her hands. She was the safest thing in his life. The one person that would help him out of this gangster life that attempted to drag him back to the depths of hell, daily. Meeting her solidified his want to have something not mafia related. Something that didn’t require him to be patched up by a live-in doctor.

While she carried herself like an older woman, she was only sixteen. He was going to hold her to their promise of 11 months but he wasn’t going to hold his breath. She was young and could have already forgotten about him or she could have already found a young man. He wasn’t even sure if she was rich or would be accepted by his father.

All he knew was that he was failing at love. He was failing at saving himself from the grasp of his psychotic uncle and overbearing father. The sound of the thundering of a whip snapped Grayson out of his thoughts. His first reaction was to jump to his feet. His uncle stood fast, gritting his teeth. It was obvious he didn’t like this part of her job.

Her screams were muffled and masked but deep moans. It sounded like she was enjoying the pain. She continued to sway like a ballerina on the short stool as the client slapped her breasts and bottom with his bare hands. They had fifteen minutes of play time to go. The client slowly lowered her body to the floor. Then eagerly jammed himself deep inside of her bottom.

He tugged on her length like it was his own. After his time concluded, leaving her covered in his unconceived children. His uncle helped her up and took her to the shower room. He gently rubbed medicated wipes over her whipped body while massaging her breasts with one hand. He was coping a feel and she was okay with it. He probably felt a lot better than the men that just paid out the ass to dominate her.

He stepped back and they left the playroom. He locked the door from the outside so no one could get in while Licious took her shower. Him and his uncle walked back to the dressing room and prepared to leave.

He finished showing Grayson around the club and introduced him to the manager he hired. No one used real names. So he was introduced to the manager Saylor as Guyver. He took note that his uncle went by Duro. The name made Grayson chuckle inside. It suited him well. His uncle had been shot at least 4 times in his lifetime. He had killed or ordered kills while he was best friends with the city's mafia boss.

What was crazier and most unorthodox was that he was not officially a part of any syndicate but his loyalty to specific people was unquestioned. The thought sent a chill down Grayson’s spine, he was ready to go.

On the car ride home, his uncle continued talking about the club. “I will pick you up every Tuesday. That is actually her most busy day.” He said while still smiling from ear to ear. The more Grayson thought about it, his uncle had been married for the third time for 3 years. He didn’t know her name nor did he remember how she looked. That also meant that he had been following and taking care of Licious for the past 3 years without her knowledge.

He was pulling strings on the people to make sure she never wanted for anything.

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Days went by. Week after week, Grayson watched his uncle anonymously watch his ex-mistress at the s*x club. He made mental notes of everyone's names that had dealings with Licious. He made sure that when she left, she left alone or of her free will.

For the most part, the training was pretty easy. Over the course of the year, his uncle never allowed him to touch her in his presence. He did all of the interacting and that was fine with him. He was paid a pretty decent beginner’s salary and his uncle said he would get paid more when he started coming in all 4 days per week.

Grayson’s main concern was how long he would be trapped in the s*x club and how his future girlfriend was going to react to him being an owner to a transwoman. If they knew the details of his job. What he would have to do night after night to make sure the woman healed physically and mentally, things could get complicated.