Deception's Game (The Misses Book 2)

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Watching the mistress was depressing, after their day at the beach things just continued to get more pathetic. Reeza watched once a week while they were on their dates. Levi was very methodical about the days he spent with the mistress. She could even guess when they were going to take trips. Their lives rotated around her mom’s life and his work.

Technically they did not do anything together in his ‘free time’ but the mistress probably didn’t know that. He spent money on her, took her shopping, and usually he ended up buying her mom a gift too. He was just that shameless.

Reeza spent time at their company reading through catalogs, describing the Hindricks business and their purposes. She had to memorize all the details of every business. This would be her life for the next year, sitting in a library of her dad’s accomplishments in the southern division.

She had only one thing in this world to look forward to and that was seeing Grayson on her 17th birthday. She knew that he would just be her friend at that point but that was enough for now. Thinking about him made absorbing all of the data regarding all of the companies she will inherit hard.

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As Grayson stood outside of his home waiting for his Uncle, he couldn’t help but wonder how this new venture would affect his ability to marry a nice woman. This was one of the reason he decided that being a gangster wasn’t the life for him on top of wanting his dad’s approval and inheritance. No woman who wasn’t already in the nightlife would want to date or marry a guy who owned a transwoman sub.

He sighed hard then shook his head. It was vulgar to say the least. When Felix pulled up Grayson got in quickly and they were on their way. A chill froze Grayson's blood. His uncle was quiet. He didn’t speak or even look in his direction the whole trip.

He parked in the back of the club then got out. Grayson followed behind him, making sure not to fall behind. A large man stood at the back store to guard the jewels and the anonymous patrons inside. He nodded to Felix and stood to the side.

When he opened the door, fog and smoke poured out of the club. It was suffocating. It had been a while since he had been in an environment like this one. He followed his uncle to a dress room where they changed into their work costumes.

“You will keep your face hidden. If you have arm or chest tattoos you will need to wear a black sweater else we do not wear a shirt. You were black leather pants and black shoes. While I am here you will only wear the mask.” He continued putting his outfit on and Grayson looked around.

“She has a steady flow of customers. There is rarely any down time. Since most sessions last forty-five minutes she will usually have 4 customers. The fifteen minutes in between sessions is where we come in.” He sat down to put his shoes on and continued speaking through.

“All appointments are taken in advance, on the card it will say how much clothing she will wear. This does not change. They are not allowed to remove her make or clothing. The first person today is ninety-percenter. That means he can see her lips, p***s, and ass. Let’s head over to her.” They started to walk through the club. There were people tied naked to portions of the walls. All had their faces concealed but they were in specific s*x positions. The more complex the position the further from the wall they were. He watched a group of guys in leather masks feeling on a woman who was sitting in a swing that dangled from the ceiling. Her lower legs were bonded to her thighs and her thighs were chest.

Her goods were on full display and the men were enjoying her. “Keep your eyes on your business only. Some of these voyeur s*x plays can draw you in. We need you to stay focused.”

“Yes uncle.”

“The dressing room we were in was for Owners and Doms/Dominant characters. On the other side of the club are the Subs/Submissives and slaves. These roles are not the same. A Owner can own a dom, a sub, and a slave. Whereas a sub can only own a slave. Understand? ”

“Yes Uncle.” They had arrived at a room where a man stood outside the door.

“The customer will not enter the room until the owner arrives. Not all subs have owners usually due to the level of play. “ When they entered the room, Licious sat in a swing waiting for them to tie her down. Her body was perfect. She didn’t have an ounce of fat on her. Between her abs and perky breasts and slender neck, her body screamed ‘I am woman!’ but her nine inches said otherwise.

Grayson had a hard time focusing on his uncle's conversation with her while he looked at her body. “They are doing swing play today. Lock her thigh in the straps on the lower side of the swing and her ankles in the ones higher up. Don’t worry about hurting her, she is very flexible.” His uncle handed him a piece of paper with the day's safe word on it. “This is the only thing she will ever say to you and you should keep your words to her to a minimum also.”

Licious laid back in the swing and let her arms fall and her back arch towards the floor. His uncle let in the customer. They left the room into a smaller room that was behind the playroom. “You will listen and watch from here. “

Now while her clothes will not change during the session the customer can take off anything from below the neck. They can do anything they want to her and she can only do what she is told to do.“

Grayson watched the customer explore Licious’ limp body. He squeezed her leather encased breasts then ran his tongue over them. He said, “Open your mouth.” And her mouth fell open. He pushed his length into her mouth until it disappeared and then hugged her body. He ground on her like a dog in hit. After thirty seconds of continuously shoving himself down her throat he pulled out as if to let her take a breather. Then started back over.

“What’s crazy about this, Grayson, is that most of the men that come in here have wives or they are a part of the mafia or some other gang affiliate organization. This is their way of relieving stress. Also when they f**k her face you have to watch her hands since she is unable to say the safe word. She will hold up three fingers, if she is slightly overwhelmed and four if you need to intervene. At which point you walk in and say remove yourself from her mouth. Then you tell them, they know the rule thirty seconds is the maximum amount of time. Truth be told she will allow up to 45 seconds depending on the guy's size. You know what I mean?” Grayson nodded to acknowledge his uncle and they went back to watching the performance.

He told her to hold her breasts together and poured what looked like warm honey on top of them. Then he held the swing ropes and vigorously f****d her titties. “This guy is really enjoying himself. Sometimes I have a hard time not m**********g. Some of these scenes can get real freaky.If you know what I mean!” Watching the guy come on her black leather suit with the sticky substance was making his length rise. The honey was dripping from her chest to her chin and running down her face.

“This is the real torture for subs.” Felix started to laugh.

“Which part uncle?”

“The part where they can’t wipe away the c*m from their eyes or the honey that’s starting to seep into their ears. They can only do what they are told. Wiping her chin allows for the customer to whip or spank her for thirty seconds."

Grayson continued to watch while Licious worked as subtly as possible to maneuver honey away from her nose without bringing it to the customer's attention.

"Now pricing is based on the amount of clothing she has on. The ninety percenters pay less where as the five percenters pay out the nose. {Laughs} We like them. BUT they are more likely to be more aggressive, to damage the product. So that is where that brawn of yours comes in. They will also try to make her unable to say the safe word. Since she will be bound in many ways, you have to watch her every move. Her body, her eyes, will always call for help when needed."