Well you never would have thought, Irvine Linaker thought, staring at the innocuous redbrick building. He paid the taxi driver, waited until the man drove off and then walked up to the corner entrance.

This was a nice neighbourhood. Further down the street he saw people, mainly old blood socialites, queuing up outside the Colonial Theatre. Looking the other way he saw the respectable stone façade of the Downington Hotel.

Linaker walked up a short flight of stone stairs and pressed a buzzer. A weather-beaten gargoyle looked down on him with a disapproving gaze.

"K.T. Exotics, how may I help you?" a voice crackled back at him, the sultry tones still clear despite the distortion.

"Councilman Irvine Linaker," he replied.

Linaker heard the bolts click back as the door unlocked. A buzzing sound prompted him to enter.

Linaker looked up at the gargoyle, winked and then walked through the door. On the other side was a plain corridor. To Linaker's right a small flight of steps led down to a small room. A group of rough looking men were playing cards around a table strewn with beer bottles and submerged beneath a thick pall of cigarette smoke. One of the men got up from the table and led Linaker to a lift at the end of the corridor.

"Fifth floor," the man said, closing the door behind Linaker.

Linaker felt a familiar tingle of excitement as he pressed the button and waited for the lift to rattle up to the fifth floor. This was the first time he'd visited this particular establishment and he was eager to find out if the snippets and rumours he'd heard were true. Nervously, he ran a hand through his short salt and pepper hair. He fiddled with his expensive silk tie.

The lift opened and warm air rushed in like a wave. The heat was a marked contrast to the cold of the first floor. Linaker felt like he'd been enfolded in a velvet glove. The air carried the exotic scents of strong perfume, sweat and a musky undercurrent of sex.

A tall, beautiful blonde girl greeted Linaker. She wore a black fishnet bodystocking that covered very little of her bronzed flesh. The voluptuous curves of her body radiated a raw, animalistic sex appeal.

"Welcome to the Succubus Boudoir, Councilman Linaker," she said with a melodious clipped accent. "We've been expecting you."

"A pleasure," Linaker replied. He possessed enough class to stare straight into her emerald eyes even though he longed to let his gaze linger over the luscious curves of her body. She was stunning, and Linaker was a man used to the company of beautiful women.

"Follow me," the girl said. "Mr Koontz has arranged for the VIP room to be at your disposal.

VIP, Linaker smiled. Exactly as it should be.

The walls were upholstered in soft black velvet and lit with an intimate red glow. Linaker's attention was caught by the paintings on the wall. They looked like the usual erotic depictions of kinky sex acts, but when Linaker looked more closely he realised the girls weren't human. They possessed horns, tails, wings and even cloven hooves.

"Unusual paintings," Linaker commented. He couldn't work out whether the demons' attentions were causing their victims pain or pleasure.

"Mr Koontz is a man of eclectic tastes," the girl replied.

"So I see," Linaker said. He'd heard rumours about that as well.

The girl took Linaker through a thick black curtain and into an open room. A brightly lit drinks bar curved out from the far wall. A girl with the lithe body of a professional dancer slowly gyrated around a long metal pole. Men in expensive suits sat on plush leather sofas, their arms around beautiful girls in revealing outfits. They didn't pay any notice to Linaker. Their attentions were either captivated by the girls next to them or by the girl dancing on stage. Linaker was not surprised. He was astounded by how beautiful the girls were.

Where had Koontz found them all?

"We only employ the best staff," the blonde said. She directed Linaker through another heavy drape and into a corridor lined with doors upholstered in plush red leather.

One of the doors opened and Linaker was confronted by a slim redhead wearing tight leather and a black mask. She smiled seductively before walking past in the direction of the bar. Linaker stole a glimpse into the room she'd exited as he carried on down the corridor. He saw a balding man imprisoned in stocks in the centre of the room. Two women wearing dominatrix outfits dripped molten candle wax onto his naked body.

"We cater for all tastes," the blonde girl said.

"My predilections run more to the vanilla," Linaker said. "I'm afraid you'll probably find me to be quite boring."

The corridor terminated in a door. The blonde unlocked it.

"That's nothing to be ashamed of," the blonde said. "Our staff are very proficient at anticipating their client's desires..." She glanced back at him, her eyes twinkling. " ... and discovering new ones."

She pushed the door open.

"Here we are. The VIP room."

Linaker's attention was immediately drawn to the bed. It was enormous. It was perfectly round and maybe eight feet across. There were no sheets he could see; instead it was covered in a smooth, black material that gleamed with a glossy sheen in the dim light. Latex or PVC? Linaker wondered. Very kinky either way. Fixed to the ceiling above the bed was a circular mirror almost as wide as the bed itself.

"Very nice," Linaker commented. Like the rest of the club, the walls and ceiling were upholstered in soft black velvet. The thick carpet beneath his feet was also black. Old fashioned lava lamps illuminated the room in a soft red glow.

Definitely VIP, Linaker thought. He could see himself having a lot of fun in here.

The blonde showed him through into an immaculately clean and well lit en-suite. "You can shower here," she said. "If you'd like to get undressed, your girl will be along shortly."

"I don't get a choice?" Linaker said, taking off his jacket.

"Mr Koontz insisted it should be a surprise," the blonde girl smiled.

"A pity," Linaker said. "I was hoping it would be you."

The girl's lips spread wide in a smile and she kissed him lightly on the cheek. "I'm sorry honey. I'm already booked. Maybe next time."

"You could always pop by and join us later once you're finished," Linaker smiled, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "I can make it worth your while."

"I think you'll be kept more than occupied as it is," the blonde laughed. She blew him a kiss before leaving him alone in the room.

More than occupied, Linaker thought as he unbuttoned his shirt. What did she mean by that? Two girls? Three girls? Or maybe one little firecracker to really get his rocks off?

Linaker was impressed. He'd heard Koontz had a reputation for greasing palms, but this club was something else. The room, especially the bed, looked extremely opulent. The girls he'd seen so far had all been stunningly beautiful. Koontz sure knew how to run an exclusive club.

Best of all, it was completely free, gratis, complements of the house, and all the rest. Bribery was such a crude word. Linaker was a public servant. His job was to snip away the red tape that bedevilled the average hard-working businessman. If those businessmen then chose to give him gifts, then that was a nice gesture on their part and in no way or form payment for services rendered.

Koontz ran a nice club. It was a shame Linaker was going to give him a complete and utter butt-fucking.

Linaker showered and checked out his body in the bathroom mirror as he towelled it dry. Still in good shape, he thought. The paunch around his midriff grew a little each year, but it wasn't standing out yet. His upper body was a little smoother nowadays, but the muscles underneath were still clearly visible.

Not bad at all, he thought.

His phone rang and Linaker picked it up in annoyance. He thought he'd told the office he wasn't to be ... ah, it was Kate, his youngest daughter.

"Hiya Sweet Pea. How's my favourite princess?" he answered.

"Hi Daddy. Mommy wants to know when you'll be home."

"Oh I'm sorry Sweet Pea. Daddy had to stay behind at the office to do some really important work this evening. Can you tell Mommy I'm going to be late?"

"Okay Daddy."

"Your Daddy loves you very much Sweet Pea."

"Yes Daddy. I love you too."

Linaker switched off the phone and tossed it onto the counter. He looked at himself in the mirror and brushed a hand through his salt and pepper hair. He walked back into the main room.

He supposed he just waited now.

He put a hand on the bed. The surface was unusual to touch. It was smooth like rubber, but also soft and warm.

Very kinky.

He dived backwards onto the bed and was surprised when it didn't rock or sway beneath him. He would have sworn it was a waterbed, but there wasn't any movement. Instead he just sank a little into the luxuriously soft mattress. It was very comfortable. The surface had been impregnated with some kind of perfume and the musky aroma surrounded him as he lay back on the smooth surface.

Where had his girl got to? he thought.

He looked up in the mirror. It looked like he was floating in a pool of oil. His pale flesh stood out against the black all around him.

Linaker lay back and smiled. Nights in exclusive brothels, kickbacks, getting his cock cleaned by gorgeous girls; he sure loved the perks of his job. The moral pygmies could go fuck themselves. Linaker knew what he wanted from life.

He knew what Koontz wanted as well. It was a shame Linaker had already granted planning permission for the new lakeshore entertainment complex to a consortium from Vegas. For a very nice sum indeed as it happened. It was unfortunate. Linaker didn't intentionally want to fuck Koontz over; the game just rolled that way sometimes.

Koontz was a new player. He'd get over it. And if this girl, if she ever showed up, was good then next time Linaker would shunt Koontz up the list.

That was the game and the house, or rather City Hall, always won. Linaker wouldn't have had it any other way.

Linaker heard a soft sigh. He sat up and looked around the room. There was no one he could see.

Must be one of the neighbouring rooms, he thought as he lay back down on the bed. It really was comfortable, Linaker thought. He'd have to find out where they got it from. He lay back and looked up at his reflection. He looked like he was suspended in space. He relaxed on the bed, feeling all of the day's tension slowly drain from his muscles.

If his girl didn't show up soon she was going to find him fast asleep.

Something rubbed against his shoulder blades.

Linaker sat up in surprise. He heard a feminine giggle. It was close enough that it had to be in the room, but he couldn't identify the source.

Was someone playing a joke on him?

He lay back down.

The bed was definitely moving. It felt like hands were pushing up and rubbing against his back, shoulders and neck. It was odd, but Linaker didn't jump up or move out of the way this time. He lay back and basked in the feeling as the movements massaged his whole body. It was extremely relaxing.

He really had to find out where they'd got this bed from.

Linaker heard a soft moan.

Where was it coming from?

The bed suddenly began to push up between his legs. He looked down and watched in amazement as a bulge slowly grew out of the surface of the bed. The rubber surface glistened in the dim red lights.

Incredible! His girl was actually in the bed itself. He watched as the growing bulge resolved itself into the head of a beautiful girl. The soft rubber material stretched over her high cheekbones and then carried on down to cover her neck like a second skin.