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little darker than we've done before, so be warned. If you have any way a nervous disposition, I pass this one over. You know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed. Just loosen any clothing, put your earbuds in, close your eye and surrender to the pleasure of my voice being over and inside you. And when you're ready, just go ahead and take a deep breath. And hold it for a moment, and then let it go with

a sigh, releasing any tension, any stress. For the next forty minutes or so, it's just you and my voice. This is your time, your time to relax, your time for sensuous satisfaction, your time to release that in a woman as you listen to my voice, feel the story moving through your body as you enjoy tonight's show. Ellie had watched him for months now, careful never to be noticed.

He had watched his every move. She knew his favorite meal, his favorite women, how we preferred brunettes to blondes, and even his face for its strip joint. She knew he was a small time drug dealer who was trying to move up in the world. For years, she had been a good wife, loyal, supportive, and faithful, and then one day it just all went. Her world was lost, and

in that moment she found freedom. She had spent her life pleasing other people, making them happy, only to learn a harsh life lesson of how quickly that could change, how brutal life could be, no matter how nice and good you were. It was a cold lesson on just how punishing the world could be to nice people. It changed her. She knew her mom would say not in a good way. Her mom was long since gone. Now it was just Ellie taking what she wanted. He was

certainly a man. The old Ellie wouldn't have even concernsidered, but now well, she was most definitely very single minded. Dinner in pursuit of him, watching him enter broads and bars, possibly the sedious strip joint in town. She knew it would be at least two hours before he left, after enjoying a cage and shrimp dinner, several shots of his favorite whistlepig rye whiskey, the attention of whatever stripper unfortunate

enough to fall foul of his dubious charms. Ellie sank back into the shadows of the alleyway opposite the club. She knew him so well now that she could even track his footsteps through the club. Of course, the club wasn't a brothel. They didn't actually condone touching or anything sexual. However, they did happen to have private rooms at the back for personal shows, intimate shows, rooms that were soundproofed, ordainned with various sex toys and implements for men with certain

dark tastes. Apart from the door in and the small window on the back wall, the rooms were completely secure. The first time Ellie had tried to look through the window, she had almost fallen off the pallette she had stacked to ensure her five foot frame could reach the window, left clinging to the window sill. Fortunately the woman was making so much noise inside they didn't hear the echo of the falling pallets, and for twenty minutes Ellie was clung to the window sill till she heard its final

groans of satisfaction, and then the door close. She smiled ruthfully to herself as she remembered that night. Some may have found it funny, almost slapstick, to watch the chain of events, but she was in no mood for laughing afterwards. Certainly, after releasing her grip and falling to the ground, she had cursed loudly, believing she had broken her ankle. Another tough lesson, do not wear killer hills when staking out

a sex joint. She had eventually settled on leaving a small step ladder in one of the unused areas behind the club. Miraculously, in that time no one had stolen it. Over the months. She had watched him every night, learning aught he liked. Every night, her plan became a little clearer every night she became a little more aroused by

watching him. Goody two shoes. Ellie would never have considered doing anything like that, but now, damn if she wasn't turned on by it, to the point of finding as many porno films on the Internet as she could to satisfy her dark urges to learn. Everything was now about completing her plans successfully. Only when she did that would she have true satisfaction. And now the day was almost here.

Tomorrow her plan would come together, but there was much she had to do tonight in preparation, so knowing his movements for the rest of the night, Ellie left the alley and walked to her one bedroom apartment, just five minutes from the club. It was a far cry from the detached, five bedroomed house she was proud to live in just months ago. The streets here were a storm of voices and sirens. She had been almost deafened when

she first took the apartment. Gone was a bird song at dawn, and the gentle hum of bees in her colorful garden, the smell of flowers and freshly cut grass, replaced by the stench of discarded takeaway mills and traffic pushing through her apartment door. She slammed it shut with her back, the broken neon sign opposite lighting her room. She looked at it for a moment, and suppressing the tears that were threatening in her eyes. How far would

one woman go for satisfaction, she whispered to herself. Pushing off from the door, she dropped her clutch back on the bed as she entered the bathroom, pulling the light cord, she took one last look at the image in the mirror, her fingers playing with her naturally blonde hair. She stared at it, taking in every inch before whispering goodbye and reaching for the bottle of hair color on the glass

shelf and undressing for the shower. Returning to the mirror ten minutes later, watched the hair dye streaking her face. The blonde was gone. She just had to wait for it to dry now and she would be the exact shade of Brunette loved so much. Opening the bathroom cabinet, she grabbed a tube of Loube and a metal buttlug,

looking at it for a moment. She half smiled as she remembered that just a few months ago, she believed butt plugs were for gay people to hold their crap in after they'd been fucked, turning it in her fingers. Amused by her own naivete, she grabbed a towel from the rail and went back to her bed, spreading the towel over her pillows so the dye didn't spread. She lay down, bending her knees before covering the plug with loop.

Although she had done this for several weeks now ever since discovering that he particularly liked anal, she still struggled to get the plug in place, holding her breath for a moment as it caressed the rosette of her ass, before forcing herself to relax and pushing it gently inside. As she felt it move past a tight ring of muscle, a second sensation arose for her body, a warm glow of pleasure that she now longed for. As it caressed the most private hotspots of her body, A low moment

of pleasure escaped her lips. With her ass gently throbbing in delicious pleasure, she reached for the TV remote and the vibrator on the nightstand, flicking the TV on, warm colors radiated through the room, mixing with the glowing neon light from outside. Quickly pressing buttons, Ellie eventually found the one she needed, a movie that was absolutely terribly acted, but the lead melt in It had a look of him watching as a woman on the screen took the

man's hard, thick cock deep into her mouth. Ellie pushed her vibrator between her lips, suppressing the urge to gag as it caressed the back of her throat, thrusting it in and out of her mouth, quickly whipping her tongue around it viciously for a moment, feeling the sensation of a wall cock pulsing in her mouth, turning it on. It vibrated heavily on her tongue, pushing it again hard against the back of her throat. Her other hand reached down,

pinching her left nipple hard. She squirmed in pleasure, her body clutched at the buttlug in sheer delight. Tears stung her cheeks. Pushing her feet into the mattress, Ellie slid the vibrator from her mouth, quickly sliding it over her

body before finding her trembling pussy lips. Deftly turning the speed up, she thrust it hard in between her wet folds, pushing it as deep and hard as she could manage, her core clutching aggressively at the sensations moving between her ass and pussy, her now well trained muscles holding the vibrator deep inside as she released her grip, sliding her hand back up and exposing her trembling clip from its hood, rubbing it furiously with her fingertip, forcing a loud moan

from her lips. Suddenly remembering how paper thin the walls were, Ellie clamped her hand over her mouth, stifling her moans. Squeezing her eyes together tightly, she raised a hand before bringing it down harshly against a clit, the wet spank echoing around the room, accentuating the pleasure moving through a body. Pinching her clip roughly between her finger and thumb, she massaged it hard. Her feet pushed deeper into the mattress, her toes grasping at the linen as a orgasm moved

up her thighs, forcing her eyes open. Ellie fixated on the man on the screen as he fucked the mature brunette in the ass, his hands grasping her clit, viciously controlling her orgasm. She felt it building in herself, intensifying until she heard him moan loudly, I'm coming for you, baby, And with that, Eli released her orgasm, a cascade down her body, a muffled cry of pleasure exploding between her fingers as a wildfire spread through every inch of her body.

She let her hand fall from her mouth, closing her eyes, enjoying the waves of pleasure caressing her body. She was ready, she knew she was ready. He was not prepared for her at all. Sleep came quickly as wicked images of the plan danced through her dreams that moment when she would get satisfaction. Finally, Elie's eyes flicked open as the alarm on her phone sounded as always. It took her a moment to remember where she was and why she wasn't hearing the gentle chorus of birds song welcoming her

to the day. Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, she smiled, today was the day. Moving her legs, she removed the butt plug, gently, flicking the TV off. She got up and went to the shower, returning after just a few moments, she rummied through her limited clothing, selecting the items she brought us specially for today. She laid the outfits on the bed before staring at her naked body,

nodding gently as she said, you're ready, girl. Taking the lace top stockings from the bed, she rolled them up before gently sliding them up her legs, immersing herself in the gentle caress of the lace against her still sensitive thighs, resisting the urge to touch her pussy again despite the growing anticipation of today. Toying with the lace panties for a moment, she wondered how they might feel against her

still throbbing clet. Taking a breath, slid them on, feeling the soft material kiss her cla so gently in goosebumps up and down her body. The ape that still burned in her nipples intensified as she felt the lace of the bra rub over them. Ellie gasped at the sensation, moving into a core. Her pussy clutched tightly in the warm trickle of her passion and dripped down the inside

of a thigh. Looking in the mirror, Ellie had to admit the lingerie made her feel a lot sexier, a lot more like the woman she needed to be today tonight. Adjusting her bra in a vain attempt to make her breast look a little fuller, she turned back toward the bed, taking the skirt and shirt from the mattress. She felt a little disappointed at having to cover the lingerie before slipping her feet into a pair of painted at black heels and leaving for the interview that would change everything.

She'd been inside broads and beers during the evenings, and it was dark and seedy. The dance floor and bar were the only areas that were well lit. Seeing it now, with all the lights on it frankly looked like a dive. Cleaners were desperately trying to clean up the mess from last night's events. Beer bottles were discarded all over the floor, and various pieces of dubious looking screwed up tissue adorned

the tables around the dance floor. A few short months ago, she couldn't have visaged a place like this existed, let alone that she was going to be walking into it one day and applying for a job. How life had changed so quickly, literally on the turn of a dime, Ellie was approached by what could only be described as a monster of a man. Even beneath his overgrown beard, Ellie could see the scars medals from a long history

of fights that marked its face. Miraculously, the scars distorted his face into something even uglier than nature it intended. We're closed, the man growled. I'm here for an interview, she whimpered, trying to sound as innocent as possible. Speaking into a radio. The bee suttered, mister Robson, you have an interview. A voice crackled in the radio. Ellie couldn't make out what he said. Follow me, the man eventually said, leading her to the rear At the main room. He

knocked on an innocuous and plane door. A voice responded, curtly, come, Swinging the door open, the monster of a man guided Ellie inside before closing it behind her. I'm busy, so I'll be brief. The house gets twenty percent of your tips. You dance and strip to your panties no further on the main stage. If you get asked for a private show, that's all yours. We don't run a brothel. What you do in the private shows is between you and the client. He finally took a breath, his eyes moving up and

down her body. Ellie held her breath, knowing that any second now he was going to ask her to strip. Her body fluttered with nerves. Do you understand, he asked? Eventually yes, Ellie murmured a little taken aback good, be here for seven pm sharp, and make sure you wash beforehand. Nothing more off putting than a dirty pussy, he sneered, his gaze still lingering on her body. Oh okay, is

that it? She asked? Yes, I would ask for a show, but I'm busy and I've already done four interviews this morning, and there's only so many blow jobs a man needs in a day. Had your name to the list of dancers? On your way out, he said, as his gaze fell back to the computer screen in front of him. The man Monster was still outside, obviously waiting for her. He attempted what might pass for a smile before leading her

back through the club. Stopping at the far end of the bar, he turned to Ellie and asked, so, did you get the job? Does anyone not get the job? She smiled, trying to mock friendliness. No, add your name to the list, He growled, shoving her clipboard at Ellie. Ellie took the pen clip to the top and scrawled her name on the paper a tip. As I'm guessing you're new to this game. He attempted another smile and failed, miserably scar tissue, making his face look even worse than before.

Bring a purse to keep your tips in between shows. Drop it at the back of the stage when you come in, and take it when you leave. That will make sure nothing get stolen. I'm stood there during the show, and if anyone asked for a private show with you, I'll let you know. Staring at him for a moment, Ali wondered if there was something human in thereafter all. Simply smiling, she said, thank you. I'm Elli. By the way,

I'm Julian, he growled. Julian, really, geez, your folks had another image of you in their head when you were born, she thought, giggling in the privacy of her mind. Leaving, Ellie returned to her apartment, ignoring the arguments echoing through the walls and the police sirens outside. She focused on preparing herself for the night ahead, her nerves beginning to tremble in anticipation. Taking a small amethyst pendant from her dressing table, the only thing that she had here from

her rather life. She studied the light glinting through it for a moment as it glowed with a beautiful purple heartbeat, a present on her first wedding anniversary. She fought back the tears as she threaded a new wire cord through the silver clasp, securing it. She would wear this tonight. It was symbolic, it was important to Ellie, and now that is all that mattered. Returning to the club just

before seven, the doors closed. She knocked in a way she hoped sounded confident, despite the nerves vibrating through her body. Julian opened the door and tried another smile. Ellie ignored the painfully horrific look on his face and smiled back without a word exchanged. She entered the club, following him to the top of the bar, where what could be best described as a mature woman stood looking in pain at her name. She spat out Ellie. Ellie responded, Okay,

you're on probation tonight. If you don't get more than three hundred bucks worth of tips, you won't be back tomorrow. I've put you in the second routine. Julian, here will show you the changing room. The woman ticked next to where Ellie had put her name on the clipboard earlier and turned away. Surprisingly gently, Julian put his hand on her shoulder and guided her to a darkened corridor. Eventually he broke the silence between them, aying, ignore her. She's

bitchy about all the new dancers, jealous and all. If you get any trouble tonight, just raise your hand to me. I'll make sure it stops. And he smiled and thanked him. He almost sounded like he cared. Ellie wasn't sure what she expected of the changing room, but it was surprisingly well lit and clean, probably the cleanest area of the club she had seen so far. Keeping herself to herself, her lack of confidence showing, she sat in the corner of the room, away from the other girls. The noise

outside grew presumingly as the club opened. She just knew he would be here already sat outside waiting for her, although he didn't know it yet. Eventually, a light flashed on the wall and six girls got up from their chairs and filed out. The Sound of the cheering audience flooded into the room. Through the briefly opened door. Ellie's nerves flooded over her body. Was she really doing this?

Undressing down to her bra and panties, she took the amethyst pendant from her purse before kissing it and play it over her head. It fell around her neck. Eventually, the light flashed again and the girls farred back in. Alice stood and followed the line of girls out into the darkness of the club, the raised down floor shining brightly as she walked up the steps. Dropping her purse to the side where Julian stood, she squinted at the audience,

straining to see her quarry. Quickly maneuvering between the other girls, she positioned herself in front of him, starting to move. The dance steps she had been practicing for months seemed to escape her mind. All she could do was see with the imagures of him in various carnal positions, panic set in which she screw it up at the end.

Despite all the preparation. Clutching the pole behind her, she instead decided to mimic the position she had seen various women in with him, awkwardly joying her hips between positions, hoping to inspire some memory in him. The moment seemed to drag on for hours. Off all the music died to silence. Not one tip, she thought, as she left the stage with the other girls, their thongs brimming with money. Cursing her stupidity, she grabbed her purse and returned to

the changing room, sitting suddenly in the darkened corner. Boy, did I fuck this up? She muttered. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Julian opened it and called to her, Ali, you have a private show. She stood up and left the gaulping girls behind her, following Julian down a darkened corridor to the back of the club. He knocked on the door, opened it, and ushered her inside, closing it behind her. He sat there in the corner, shrouded by the shadows. The smell of his cologne hung

heavy in the room. The nerves returned to Ellie with a vengeance. Show me your ass, he commanded in strong, cold terms. Ellie strode over to him, turning, moved her butt in what she hoped desperately was a sexy way, skimming it over his pants. She was sure she could feel the hard tip of his erection through the soft material Grabbing her viciously, he pushed her over a bench in the middle of the room, his fingers teasing through the band of her thong before twisting it and ripping

it from her, gasting it to the floor. Ellie gasped as the cold air bruised at her pussy, forcing it to tremble and clutch, a rush of arousal moving through a body. He stepped away, moving to the wall and selecting a flocker from the array of implements that adorn the wall. Returning, he placed his hand firmly on the smaller a bag, before raising his other hand and bringing

the flogger down brutally across her ass. The beautiful sting of pleasure ricocheted through her body, forcing a moan from Ellie's mouth, as if he had switched a button on. She was suddenly so turned on she was here actually doing this. The flogger hit again, his leather strands whipping at the back of her thighs, that sting burning into a grass, tensing it before releasing and letting that heat

move into her pussy. Another thrash of the flogger. Ellie could smell her fragrance filled the room as he grunted in satisfaction. Dropping the flogger, he returned to the wall, her pussy dripping with anticipation as he thrust the largest vibrator Ellie could imagine deep inside her. Holy Fuck, Ellie mutters as he turned it on, the barbaric vibration, causing her body to shake. He stepped another grunt of satisfaction before Ellie heard the whisper of his pants dropping to

the floor. Taking the vibrator out of her pussy without ceremony, he thrust deep inside a raking pussy. Ellie clutched desperately at the wood of the bench as he hammered deep and hard into her, his hands moving over the globe of her cheeks, parting them before he viciously thrust two fingers through the rosette of her ass, his long fingers thrusting in and out. Ellie's body tensed in pleasure. His burned down her cheeks as his cock and fingers thrust

harder and harder, deeper and deeper. Fuck she was going to come, and then he pulled out, leaving her pussing aching to be filled again. Fuck, she cried. Roughly. He pushed a vibrator into a pussy. Holy fuck, she screamed as she felt it touching the end of her parting

her cheeks. He pushed his throbbing cock, still wet with her juices, into her ass, me the sensation of his cock tight inside her and the vibrator throbbing mercilessly in her pussy, and he felt her orgasm rising her body clutching hard on his cock, rubbing along his length with every thrust. A loud groan echoed around the room as she felt intense the hot stream of his cum filling her ass as her own body climaxed intensely. She panted wildly as she clutched at the bench, sending the shockwaves

a pleasure jolting like a lecturisty through her body. Finally, she muttered between gasps, I want you to fuck my mouth. He muttered something that sounded like approval, before removing his cock from her ass, rolling her over on the bench as she slid down to her knees, grabbing her discarded thoungb from the floor, rubbing it around his still hard cock, and rubbing her hands slowly up and down, cleaning him

and bringing life back into his fading erection. Satisfied it was ready, she teased her tongue around the tip of his cock, looking at him, watching his eyes close in pleasure as her fingers massaged his bulls, her other hand slipping through the thin wire of her pendulum and sliding it gently over her head, grasping his bulls tightly. His cock grew from the pleasure as Ellie laced her fingers through the wire, grasping the pendulum to ensure she didn't

cut her own fingers. On the cheese wire, she twisted and tightened it viciously around his shaft, blood quickly dripping from the caress of the cheese wire. He screamed in agony. Quickly, she grabbed the vibrator from a pussy, lacing it through the wire and turning it, forcing the cheesewire through sinew and muscle, watching the agony moving over his face in waves of pain, his hand trying to clutch wildly at

her hair, but panic in pain. Confusing his judgment, Elie whispered, six months ago, you cut off my husband's cock for a bet. How does it feel, dick weed, Twisting the vibrator again, the cheese wire tearing through the remains of his erection. As blood poured over Ellie's breast. She put her mouth over the remains of his cock and bit hard on the severed wound, feeling that his now flaccid

cock drop into her mouth. Through sheer agony and blood loss, he collapsed to the floor, his body pulsing blood from the torn stem of his cock. Standing, Ellie spat the end of his cock from her mouth on to his quivering body, before saying, no one fucks with my husband but me. Staring down at his body lying in the quickly pulling blood, she said in an undertone, fuck, the sudden realization dawning on her that she had never planned

past his point. The window was too small for her to get through, and she was covered in blood and completely naked, something that even in this city was considered unusual, and she had no way of cleaning up. Deciding the only way to handle it was to claim it was an accident, she wiped the blood from her chin with her thongb and opened the door slightly. Julian stood dutifully outside. Turning her, he gave her a brief nod or done, He asked, yes, Alice said sheepishly, Can you come in?

There's been a bit of an accident, and Julian shook his head despondently as he pushed through the door. That's no accident, he said, gruffly, staring at the dying man. You know, you people get messier and messier with these jobs, he said, grinning wildly. You people, What the fuck was he on about? Well, you know you can't always be tidy, she said, confused, but having no option but to follow this ride on wherever it was going. Time was you

would just shoot him in the eye. Guess you have to get creative, even as a hit man, to stave off the boredom a hit man. I knew you weren't a dancer when I saw you, and honestly, he said, smiling cruelly, you might want to work on your dance moves if you're going to try this way again. You were so obvious. Kicking the now lifeless body, Julian said, I'll get your contract money, you'll clothes and a towel for you to clean up with. Leave the body to me.

As he reached the door to leave, he turned and giggled like a schoolboy before saying, shit, this is one hell of a hit. No one's gonna believe me on this one. Eventually returning with a briefcase, towels and clothes along with a body bag. He said, we were told you would being tomorrow to hit him. Guess the bosses were desperate to get shot of him. Too much ambition, This one not healthy in his line of work. As she cleaned up and dressed, Julian said, you better hurry up.

I've called a cab. He will pick you up from front of the club in about five minutes. You will never here. I'll call it in shortly so the bosses no, it's done, thanks, Julian. Elie said, her mind's still a maze of confusion, Kissing him gently on the cheek. She grabbed the briefcase before leaving. She held her breath while walking through the club, sure that every eye in the room was on her. Not breathing again, and she'll shoot was outside as promised, a yellow cab waited for her.

The driver just asked roughly where to Pausing for a moment, the driver realized her wariness. It's okay. I'm with the firm. Breathing a sigh of relief, she gave him her home address. Two minutes later, they pulled up outside her apartment block. Ali stepped inside the stairwell, waiting until the cab driver left. Content that she was alone again, she called for another cab. Ten minutes later, a yellow cab pulled up on the curb in front of her, and twenty minutes later they

pulled up outside the detached house in the suburbs. The choir to the area, creating an automatic relaxation at Allie. As she stepped out of the cab, bright lights shone through the windows, welcoming and warm. Opening the front door, Alie walked back into her life. A voice called from the sitting room. Is that you, honey? Yes, I'm home.

Just grabbing a shower real quick. Making her way upstairs, she turned the shower on in her own suite, before undressing and stepping under the warm stream of water, the memories of the past few days being washed away. Streams of hair dye pulled in the shower before vanishing down the blood hole. Slipping into a robe, she returned downstairs to the sitting room. Chris was sat on the sofa. He tried to get up, but obviously struggling. She said, don't get up. As she sat down next to him,

putting his arm around her. He kissed her forehead before whispering into her hair, I've missed you, so tell me how was the course? Did you get the job? Caressing his cheek gently before kissing him, she said, you know what I think I did. Relaxing, she nuzzled in tight against him. She was home. Finally, rubbing his hand up and down her back, he said quietly, I'm glad. Maybe less late nights from now on. Maybe maybe not. She replied, so well, I hope it doesn't give you any nightmass.

Let's leave it at that. I look forward to you joining me again so we can get wild and bad, and always with your pleasure in mind. This is devil and wild, wishing you solicious dreams, the.