Chapter 2: The King’s Chamber

The Sunday afternoon 2 weeks following the night Leroy and Sylvia met Adrian and Jude, Leroy commanded her to dress in nothing except a bra, panties and high-heeled shoes. She obeyed before the couple got in his car and went to The Scarlet Letter Club where adulterous wives were exposed to male scorn.

They entered a dining area and sat at a table, with a brunette waitress approaching them.

‘Alcohol isn’t allowed, though I have tea and coffee. Which would you prefer?’ she said. ‘Coffee,’ Leroy answered.

‘Coffee for 2?’ she asked.

‘Please,’ Sylvia responded.

The waitress left, returned several minutes later and set 2 cups on the table.

‘Albert’s the club owner, and since this is your first time here, you’re his guests and I won’t charge you anything if you’ll drink these in The King’s Chamber. It’s down the hall,’ she said.

‘Thank him,’ Leroy replied as he and Sylvia carried their coffee into the room.

But they didn’t notice a gorgeous, mid-20’s white stud following them.

‘I’m Darrel,’ he introduced himself.

‘I’m Leroy and this is Sylvia, the slut I married.’

‘You’re a slut?’ Darrel asked her.

‘That’s all I am, sir,’ she answered.

‘Is it politically incorrect to say you’re a beautiful ‘cunt’?’ Darrel sneered.

‘She’s a morally ugly hooker!’ Leroy said.

‘I admire your husband for pimping you,’ Darrel responded as Sylvia volunteered to disrobe.

‘Your tits are obscenely big,’ Darrel remarked. ‘Prostitution’s an obscene business,’ Leroy noted.

‘When did she begin turning tricks?’ Darrel inquired.

‘That’s how we celebrated our wedding 7 years ago,’ Leroy informed him.

‘Wow!’ Darrel exclaimed.

‘That’s astonishing, isn’t it?’ Leroy grinned.

‘Yeah,’ Darrel answered while undressing to expose his 1o-inched penis.

He then looked up and saw Albert, the white, 46-y/o ‘king’, masturbating and watching through the open door

‘You have an audience!’ Darrel said as he bent Sylvia over a couch and penetrated her dung-chute.

‘Sodomize her!’ Leroy uged him.

‘Rip my ass apart!’ Sylvia whimpered, though it wasn’t long until she panted, ‘I’m cumming!’

‘Quiet, whore!’ Darrel snarled as he plowed his jizz into her rectum.

‘You dirty, little hooker!’ Leroy next quoted a *movie line before he smashed his cock into her anus.

For 10 minutes, he hammered her, until he unloaded in her bowels.

Nevertheless, she couldn’t believe him sliding her cup beneath her ass and ordering, ‘Fart into your coffee!’

‘Yes, sir!’ - and she’d scarcely done so when Albert crossed the room and ejaculated into her beverage.

He then took $50 from his pocket, handed it to her and said, ‘I’m paying your $20 admission fee plus an extra 30. Hookers are always welcome at my establishment, and I want to hire you to entertain a large party this Friday night.’

‘She’ll do it,’ Leroy promised,

‘Good,’ Albert replied as he departed the room.

‘Toast him, bitch,’ Leroy said.

‘Yes, sir,’ - and Sylvia swallowed her brew.

The next Friday night, however, Leroy and Darrel attended the party, after which they congratulated her for earning $1,000, and...

‘ ... I’m an expensive escort,’ she smiled.