Chapter 22: An Extreme Request

Normally, Li does not get to my house early, and she usually does not sleep over until Tuesday night. But in this case, I had a long day-night (30 hours without sleep) and I was heading up to bed when Li walked in from the garage, at 6 Tuesday morning. It seemed she got to bed very late Monday after arguing with her mother for half the night about something less than trivial. She got a few hours of sleep in her own bed and then decided to grab a few more hours of “quality cuddles bedtime” in a friendly bed with special company, “make her feel special” company. There was usually somebody at my mansion who would sleep nice with her. Zar would do, Nia too, but I was best.

The timing was good for both of us. That was when we made arrangements for my delightful dream-time wake-up. After lunch together I would drive to work in the early afternoon, before rush hour when most people would start heading home.

I am not sure when we started dream-time thing (that is the point). I do know that I woke up and pleasured Li starting at about 1 in the afternoon. After we closed the cuddle and were ready for the day we shared a very friendly shower. When we came out Zar had set out a meal in my bedroom.

We both immediately thought of the dinner we shared at the Blank at the end of May: great food while our naked bodies were joined together at the good parts. I was not going to get off again, but I could manage enough of an erection so we could be “together.” She noticed and got excited. We made it work on the bed with a pair of bed-chair pillows, these “sit up in bed” half chair wedge pillows. Our legs made an “X” shape with my 90% hard cock comfortably resting inside her still wonderfully tight pussy. The finger-food Zar had prepared was well suited to eating while conversing like this with thrills thrown in.

We were sitting comfortable, eating and admiring the view, when Li made a suggestion about some entertainment that changed the mood. “Boss, could we go to the Chronis Circus? I have heard of it but never been there. I understand the rules are that you have to wear a mask.”

I knew the place she was talking about, 49 sold a custom branded form of our high quality party drugs to an association that Chronis was part of. I was a critical supplier. Chemically it was the same as our standard pill, but the packaging was distinct (deep red with gold flecks - real gold - in a heavy 5-sided tablet instead of a pill form). I charged 10 times as much for the drug plus a 200% markup on the gold. Some customers had too much money and insisted on paying for the best.

(The gold passes through the body essentially intact, and it is sometimes incorporated into food and drink. I don’t like to think about what people might do a day or two later. The value is trivial, the gold is very fine particles.)

Chronis is the type of club where, if there was just one in the country, it would have to be in LA. Here they could run full-page ads in some newspapers, but word-of-mouth was all they needed. Chronis appeals to a special class of clientele that just might be clustered at the fringes of the entertainment business. Or the nuthouse, except those folks make poor customers.

I had not been a guest at Chronis but I dropped by a few times on business, so I knew the drill. “The rules are a little more complicated than just a mask. First of all, it is called the ‘Chronis Underworld Circus Of Pain’ and it is pretty real BDSM with a double dose of humiliation. I don’t mean spanking, and I don’t mean hurting people who like to be hurt, those poor souls have no entertainment value. The owners are weasels who regularly cross the line in terms of consent with real pain and blood, which means what they do is illegal except in LA. Everyone enters voluntarily after paying a steep cover charge and signing a vague waiver, so the cops and the courts really don’t care. They use cell jammers, which are illegal, but the feds can’t or won’t keep them shut down. Maybe they give a pass to a confidential source. How did you hear about it?”

“I would rather not say. It was important to somebody, so I am asking. Can we get in?” She gave my cock an extra squeeze inside her body. It was not fair.