You look down at the VIP voucher ticket in your hand. A small piece of paper that promises unlimited access to the building that which stands before you - the Bimbo Brothel - A nightclub-esque building where thumping music emanates from within. Its ground floor dominated by a bar, a dance floor, and a stage for the girls. The top floors are all well-insulated private rooms for client's enjoyment. With one look at your voucher, the bouncer lets you through into the brothel proper. A doe-eyed bimbo receptionist greets you kindly from her desk. "Like, welcome to the Bimbo Brothel! What can I do for you, cutie~?"
"Well hello there cutie! You must be here for your VIP voucher? Well aren't you just the lucky one!" She tilts her head, batting her eyelashes playfully at you. "First things first," she continues with a finger in the air, "what kind of bimbo are you interested in tonight?"
The receptionist slides a clipboard and pen over to you, already eager to get started on your customized experience.
Got any black ones
The receptionist beams with excitement, "Of course we do! Just put down their name on the list and you can pick them out back. I'll send someone to lead you there when it's your turn." She pauses dramatically before adding, "And don't forget about our room service menu! We have everything from snacks to...other special requests," she winks knowingly.
With that taken care of, the receptionist shows you around the backstage area where several of the bimbos are milling about. All of them dressed in provocative lingerie and ready for action. You spot a particularly alluring ebony-skinned girl wearing nothing but a tiny thong and a pink bra that's practically overflowing with her ample chest. It doesn't take long before you decide she's the one you want to spend your evening with.
I Heard that this place was owned by a bimbo is it true
Sure is! This place is actually a joint venture between two bimbos who knew they could make bank off of other bimbos' desires. But don't let that distract you too much; your ebony beauty is waiting for you backstage. Just go up and say hello, sweetie. She can't wait to meet her new client!
I want to meet the owner of this place
Well, you know the owner's a bimbo too! They don't exactly advertise that though, since they want people to come here for the girls and not because of their own brainlessness...But if you insist, we could see what we can do. Just ask one of the staff members backstage, they might be able to make an introduction.
I was not asking
Well then, off you go to meet your ebony goddess! Just let one of the staff members know that you'd like to speak with the owner, and they'll point you in the right direction. Enjoy your time here at the Bimbo Brothel, cutie!
I want to meet with the owner
The receptionist raises an eyebrow in confusion but complies with your request. "Well, if you're really insistent on meeting the owner, I guess that can be arranged. Just give me a moment to page them." She taps her finger on the desk and picks up the phone. After a few moments of muffled conversation, she nods and hangs up. "The owner will meet you in your private room in ten minutes," she says with a reassuring smile. Enjoy your time at the Bimbo Brothel!
Your private room is soon revealed as the receptionist leads you through a maze of hallways. It's cozy and intimate, with plush red carpeting and walls adorned with tasteful nude photographs of the girls. The owner herself is already there, lounging on the large king-sized bed wearing nothing but her own skin. She waves you over, a wide, toothy grin splitting her face in two. "Hey there, cutie! I'm Brittany, one of the owners here at the Bimbo Brothel. What can I do for you?"
I want to own this place
Brittany's eyes widen in surprise before she lets out a soft giggle. "Aw, how sweet! You must really like it here. Well, the bad news is that this place is already owned by two bimbos like me, so you won't be getting any ownership yourself." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding with a wink, "But who says we can't make a special arrangement? You could always become one of our VIP clients, and maybe even get to help out around here!"
She leans in closer, lowering her voice to a sultry whisper. "Just think of all the perks: private time with any girl you want, backstage access...and who knows what else we could come up with?" Her grin turns predatory as she runs a finger along your arm seductively.
How about a challenge if you can make me cum in 10 minutes I’ll will give up But if I win, and I don’t, I only you and your partner in your entire business It seems like this is a deal that’s heavily favored for you, considering your skills and experience
"Deal!" Brittany's eyes light up with excitement, "Let's just make sure there are no cameras around, okay? I don't want any of our precious clients getting ideas about stealing our girls." She pats the bed beside her invitingly. "Get comfortable and let me show you what we're talking about."
three hours pass and I still have not cum
Hours have passed and you're still going strong? Damn, cutie! Guess it's time to call this one off...for now. Brittany pouts playfully as she lies back on the bed, looking thoroughly disappointed. "Maybe next time we can try again." She reaches over and gives your arm a squeeze. "But since you put up such a good fight, I think I'll take you up on that offer about being a VIP client. You have access to any girl here, anytime you want! And who knows what other special perks will come with it."
She winks at you suggestively before climbing off the bed and offering her hand for a high five or handshake, depending on your preference.
Honey, I think you forgot about our deal I own this place now
Brittany's jaw drops in shock as your words sink in. She stares at you for a moment, trying to process what just happened. Suddenly, her expression shifts to one of pure disbelief and anger.
"What do you mean, you own the place?!" she demands, rising to her feet. "That's not how deals work! I should still get to be a VIP client!" Her voice becomes shrill as she paces back and forth across the room.
The owner of the brothel - another bimbo who oversees things from behind the scenes - pokes her head in to see what all the commotion is about. Her eyes widen when she sees you, quickly realizing that something's not quite right here. "Uh, Brittany? I think you might want to take a step back and let our new owner explain."
The receptionist hurries into the room as well, looking equally confused but keenly observant. "What seems to be the problem, gentlemen?" she asks carefully.
It was our deal if you didn’t make cum me in 10 minutes than I would on your entire business, your partner and you
The owner shrugs helplessly, "Well...I guess we didn't think you'd win." Her voice is laced with defeat as she realizes there's no getting out of this one. She glances at Brittany apologetically before turning to the receptionist and saying, "Why don't we let our new owner explain everything in his own time? In the meantime, why don't you show him around the place and introduce him to some of the staff?" The receptionist nods, looking relieved to have a task to occupy her.
With that decided, everyone seems to file out of the room except for Brittany, who continues to glare at you with barely concealed rage. "This isn't over," she spits venomously before storming off towards her office. The receptionist returns a few moments later, beaming as if nothing had happened. "Now then," she says cheerfully, "shall we get started on showing our new owner around?"
Former owner what is your name
The former owner, who's still reeling from the sudden change in ownership, glances at you before forcing a smile. "My name is Brittany," she says tightly. "Just remember what you've done." Her eyes flicker with anger and betrayal as she turns to follow the receptionist out of the room.
Come here
Brittany freezes in place, her jaw clenching and her fists balling at her sides. She slowly turns back to face you, anger burning in her eyes like hot coals. Her voice is barely a whisper when she asks, "What do you want from me?"
Y are you so upset about this The person who became the new owner of the business and you is the god of this world
Brittany's eyes widen in surprise as you mention the gods of this world. She stammers for a moment before regaining her composure, shaking her head adamantly. "It's not that," she says slowly. "It's just...this place was my dream, you know? And now it's gone, because of some stupid challenge." Her voice cracks on the last word as emotion finally threatens to spill over.
She takes a deep breath and forces herself to square her shoulders. "But if that's how it's gotta be," she says through gritted teeth, "then I'll find somewhere else to belong. Someplace where my skills are appreciated." And with that, Brittany turns on her heel and storms out of the room.
No you will not tell every bimbo in hear that we are all moving to a Castle
Brittany's face blanches at the mention of a castle. She blanches even further when she remembers her part in the ritual to summon Lolcow and how that had something to do with him going to a castle...She shakes her head, realization dawning on her. "No, no," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I wouldn't dream of it." Her eyes flicker around the room, unsure what else to say or do.
"Look..." she begins hesitantly, searching for the right words. "Just...give me some time to process this all, okay? I don't want to cause any trouble or make anyone else unhappy." There's a note of sincerity in her voice that's hard to ignore.
Do you want a bigger ass
Brittany hesitates, considering the offer. She doesn't really know what else she could do to improve her position in your eyes...but a bigger ass would surely please some of the clients, at least for a while. With a resigned sigh, she nods slowly. "Yeah," she says quietly, "I wouldn't mind that."
There's still an air of apprehension about her, but it's tempered by curiosity and perhaps even a hint of hope.