Chapter 33: The Whore House

Galt Dinan

Galt looked over at the pretty “black-haired girl” and saw her head fall forward. She was obviously knocked out cold. Galt owns a lounge on the south side of Williamsburg on Wales Avenue. He calls it ‘Dinan’s Lounge,’ but it’s really just a bar with a small stage for music and dancing.

His customers are mostly lonely girls and women who want to sip wine or hard cider and make contact with others. Many of them dance or listen to the entertainment.

Galt presents singers to his customers with accompaniment. They used guitars, fiddles, fifes, and or drums. The customers mostly perform line dancing and square dancing with each other. It’s almost always lonely women dancing with other lonely women.

Dinan’s Lounge is exclusively for women. Galt employs bouncers to keep men out. Being close to the waterfront, he has to keep out the riffraff. They would inhibit his female customers.

Wednesday night is amateur night. Women come to compete for the $25 prize on Wednesday nights for singing. The place fills up with would-be singers. The $25 prize attracts women like moths to a flame.

Wednesdays are usually standing-room only. Galt has a $1 cover charge, which includes a 2-drink minimum.

Galt makes a lot of money at ‘Dinan’s Lounge.’ After their two free drinks, patrons order more drinks at 50 cents each. The first two drinks get their customers relaxed. The free popcorn makes them thirsty, so they need to order more drinks. What could go wrong?

What people don’t know about the tall, tough-looking owner is that he has a brother named Calum. Calum quietly runs a whore house across an alley behind Dinan’s Lounge.

This brings to mind the pretty “black-haired girl” he has that is passed out. He has kept his eye on her all night long. She is an excellent candidate for Calum’s whorehouse.

The black-haired girl was left alone by her girlfriend, who took off an hour ago. Galt personally ensured the remaining girl received a roofie just before they closed.

The girl has fallen deeply asleep; her head is on the table. He is waiting until the place is empty to make his move.

Galt will wait another hour before moving her over to his brother Calum’s whorehouse. It was just across the back alley. Moving her is a thing best done in the darkest and deepest part of the night. The bar is almost empty now.

Calum’s whorehouse hides in plain sight. He accommodates a lot of sailors and bargemen at the whorehouse nightly. They are plenty of horny young men that need a quick fuck to get control of their sexual needs.

Being in town only a day or two does not allow those men much time to find a willing sex partner. Particularly, a sex partner willing to put up with a low-wage, low-quality man. Usually, he’s an unwashed man in rough clothing. The local women do not find that kind of man particularly attractive.

Calum’s whorehouse does not have a name. It is in a narrow three-story building. The bottom floor is an ordinary-looking shoe store.

The whorehouse has a narrow walk-up which ends at a small landing at a second-floor entrance. The top two floors are bedrooms and living areas for the women that work at the whorehouse. Most of them have been kidnapped like the black-haired girl is about to be kidnapped.

A coded knock at the whorehouse door is used to get someone to open the door. Just inside the door is a customer sitting room.

A Chinese woman allows entrance; she then brings the customer a cup of tea and asks how you heard of the place. If she is satisfied with the answer or knows the customer, she asks the man if he would like an Oriental massage. If the customer does not, they are sent packing by two big, burly bouncers. The $2 massages include a hand job. The $5 special is where you can get a 30-minute fuck.

One problem the whorehouse has is William and Mary Town is a conservative area. If the locals knew of Calum’s whorehouse, the people running it would be tarred and feathered and run out of town.

No woman in her right mind would work in a whorehouse. The “Massage Women” have to be recruited. Almost all of them had been recruited from Galt’s Lounge. They carefully enslave one or two new women a month. There is a turnover caused by breakage.

Galt’s pretty “black-haired girl” is soon to be inducted by Galt personally. He’s looking forward to this. She is a sweet piece of merchandise. One so pretty, Galt intends to keep her for himself for a while.

He and his brother will keep her heavily doped up for days. After Galt and Calum are sure she is fully addicted, she will become one of their unwilling sex slaves. He had a momentary bad intuition about her, but she was just too magnificent to pass up. She is a rarity.

Once in a long while, Galt would find a truly fantastic girl. He and his brother would make her a $25 girl. A girl who is to be used only rarely. This girl would become Galt’s own private pussy for the next few several months.

Galt and Calum are in this for the money and the sex. Both of their shady businesses do quite well. The brothers are villainously into brutality. Drugs and brutal treatment keep the women in check.

Both brothers are, by nature, sadists. They thoroughly enjoy breaking in a new girl. They make the girl want to be violated, to accept rape and cocaine as an everyday way of life. They soon forget their previous lives. The girls become masochists or gluttons for punishment. They accept any treatment from any man.

The girls have to be able to accept abuse. Their customer base comes from the dregs of humanity. Sometimes, a customer goes too far, and they have to ‘dispose’ of a girl. No girls ever leave the whorehouse alive.

Galt and Calum are both brutish oafs and like to make women pay. Both are ugly, coarse men. On sight, no woman wants anything to do with either one of them. That’s a big reason why the lounge and whorehouse exist. Galt and Calum have created a steady stream of pussy to service less desirable men, men that are much like them.

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Bill I took the next day off. I had been at the three factories hot and heavy for weeks. I decided I needed a real break. I took my 17-year-old maid, Izabella Petrovna, fishing with me. I needed a fishing buddy today.