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Chocolate for Dessert

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The Man sipped his scotch and smiled. “I like my women the way I like my whiskey,” he chuckled. “Twenty-two years old and locked up in the basement.”

Every guest at his party laughed dutifully. The Man was immensely wealthy and well-connected, so naturally all of his jokes were thought to be extremely witty.

The Man smiled to himself. The source of his amusement was that we was, in fact, not joking. That was exactly the way he liked his women. And The Man’s latest acquisition was waiting for him, right now, in the secret room hidden behind one wall of his wine cellar.

He’d bought her from the owner of the Secret Blue Room – a popular nightclub that also happened to be a front for a sex-slave ring.

She’d been an impulse purchase. Lately, The Man had been far too busy with his various enterprises to indulge himself in this particular manner. Until suddenly he realized that it had been far, far too long.

It had been just a few nights ago. He’d been holding a cocktail then too, as he stood with the Secret Blue Room’s owner behind a one-way mirror, surveying the crowd. He spotted her among the dancers: Black girl, pretty face, killer body, dressed to show it.

“I want her,” The Man told the club owner, pointing. “The black girl with the long hair, in the tight white top.” He named a price. a high one that he was sure the owner would accept. The Man wasn’t in a mood to haggle tonight. He just wanted the girl.

The owner nodded. He would give orders to his bartenders. The next time the girl went to the bar, a sedative would be slipped in her drink … “She’ll be delivered to your home tonight.”

And now The Man was keeping her down … down in his secret room of dark delights. He immediately placed an order for certain special implements and potions, from certain shady but highly dependable suppliers in Tokyo, Beijing, Kiev, Bonn and Bogata. Even on a rush, however, the items would take a few days to arrive.

Until then, he’d been holding himself back. He resolved not to touch her until the shipments arrived, and he could enjoy the full effect. When he visited his captive in her secret cell, he restricted himself to looking at her, and telling her what he was going to do with her. As soon as his special packages arrived …

And arrive they finally did – today, less than an hour before this damnable party he’d planned weeks ago. The Man cursed the timing. He had no time to enjoy the girl before he had to greet his arriving guests. And it was too late to cancel the damned thing.

So he went through the motions of entertaining the various bigshots who showed up to bore him with their small talk and dull stories. Some of the ladies were quite pretty, and ordinarily he’d have found them quite charming. But none of them compared to what he had waiting for him downstairs.

He’d rushed through dinner, urging his servants to bring on the courses quickly, barely noticing what he ate. He was too eager to have his special dessert.

But first, the after-dinner drinks. And more talk.

Finally, his patience snapped. “It’s been delightful, everyone, but it’s getting rather late, and I’m afraid I have things I must do tonight,” The Man announced. “So I’m going to have to ask all of you damned sycophants to leave now. Good night.”

The guests all chuckled and tittered as if he were joking. But they left. The servants brought them their jackets and wraps and showed them out.

Finally, The Man thought. Finally! Time to play with his new toy. His slave. His pretty, pretty slave.

He thrust one hand into his pocket, to confirm the key was there. Yes. He headed down the steps to the wine cellar.

He was going to enjoy this.

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Be fun to enjoy her.very sexy and pretty