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crawling from the box he lived in after finding the secret number in a smut rag available to all who seek it out on the street, he made his way to the seemingly abandoned building where after hitting the buzzer, he was instructed to give the password that had been allotted him on the phone prior & up the grungy stairwell he went. it took him five floors to get to the room whose glowing red light steaming from under the pre-war door & after entering, the darkened hallways let to a large room full of carnivorous orgiastic wonder--- like something out of “eyes wide shut,” women of all shapes & sizes, clad in PVC & leather, carrying whips & toys (not to mention handfuls of cash), were leading men around to select hidden spots & doors with big locks, throughout the large apartment floor. as where he found the funds to attend such a select gathering was as much a secret as any of the names or faces of the men wandering around with cocks stiff & eyes wide, and so, knowing he wasn’t much different, he made his way to sit down next to a woman stretched out & waiting for the next fly to be wrapped up in her spider’s web. and while beginning to engage in exhibition, another young woman in black lingerie walks by, doing a double take, for she realizes that he is someone who lives in her building, in fact, he is someone who turned her down for a date a few weeks ago, after getting her hopes up. she walks back to look at him, and when he makes eye contact, his face becomes flush with embarrassment, instantly acknowledging to himself that the person he was when he turned this young woman down who is standing in front of him, may not have been the same one who is sitting half-naked on a dark red couch with another woman’s mouth on him. the young woman walks up to him & tells him simply, “please don’t tell anyone in the building that you saw me here, i need the money”--- his response comes equal with the self that she sees & all he can say is “maybe we can get together a little later, you look amazing in that lingerie”--- shaking her head at him and smiling, she walks away into the darkness of the hallway leading to the dungeon.

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crawling from the box he lived in after finding the secret number in a smut rag available to all who seek it out on the street, he made his way to the seemingly abandoned building where after hitting the buzzer, he was instructed to give the password that had been allotted him on the phone prior & up the grungy stairwell he went. it took him five floors to get to the room whose glowing red light steaming from under the pre-war door & after entering, the darkened hallways let to a large room full of carnivorous orgiastic wonder--- like something out of “eyes wide shut,” women of all shapes & sizes, clad in PVC & leather, carrying whips & toys (not to mention handfuls of cash), were leading men around to select hidden spots & doors with big locks, throughout the large apartment floor. as where he found the funds to attend such a select gathering was as much a secret as any of the names or faces of the men wandering around with cocks stiff & eyes wide, and so, knowing he wasn’t much different, he made his way to sit down next to a woman stretched out & waiting for the next fly to be wrapped up in her spider’s web. and while beginning to engage in exhibition, another young woman in black lingerie walks by, doing a double take, for she realizes that he is someone who lives in her building, in fact, he is someone who turned her down for a date a few weeks ago, after getting her hopes up. she walks back to look at him, and when he makes eye contact, his face becomes flush with embarrassment, instantly acknowledging to himself that the person he was when he turned this young woman down who is standing in front of him, may not have been the same one who is sitting half-naked on a dark red couch with another woman’s mouth on him. the young woman walks up to him & tells him simply, “please don’t tell anyone in the building that you saw me here, i need the money”--- his response comes equal with the self that she sees & all he can say is “maybe we can get together a little later, you look amazing in that lingerie”--- shaking her head at him and smiling, she walks away into the darkness of the hallway leading to the dungeon.