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Possession
of a warm corpse was a hard, and simultaneously,
beckoning notion to Benito Banana.
Driven largely by a huge, but impoverished ego, our hero
could never bring himself to the thought of sexual
rejection.
Armand de Quince had
discovered (what he believed to be) a corridor of
opportunity.
Sally Strawb
had not had a paying gig for too long.
Having spent too many
occasions being used, and abused, by band
members, managers and roadies (in hotel suites
and penthouses) she needed, not only respite but,
finance to maintain her pathetically illusory
existence.
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Chateau
de Quince Dream Research Clinic was an
attractive way of earning a living without requiring much
effort. Submit to chemically induced sleep and get
recompense. Sally was in.
As Benitos
e-mail and credit card details came in to the office of
Necro-World Armand was beside
himself with abject pleasure. Baisez-moi
completement. He bellowed. Ive done
it.
All
that was left was to make meager changes to Chateau de
Quince and the scene was set for a weekend at
Necro-World that neither Sally nor Benito would
forget.
The
suite had been decorated in true
Faux-Foreplay style-no detail neglected.
Everything was definitely in your face, as it
were.
Our heros time had come (in more ways than he
imagined).
The ingénue had been prepared meticulously
and was draped, in diaphanous attire, across the heavy
metalled four poster. She looked anything but dead
boring.
Ushered discretely through the VIP entrance, Benito was more than
ready. no need for pre-lims
here. He thought, as blood surged through his
gourde.
Armand was now in control of the
web cam that was to be the ultimate
humiliation and downfall of his Nemesis. This
act was to be live and dangerous.
Ever in search of love, Madame
Mangos had
followed Benito to his location. Outside the
window, she observed the tableau with a mixture of horror
and carnal curiosity. . .
NEXT
Episode
7
"Another
Dark Passage Explored"
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