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Speaker 2: TTM Productions presents Into Deep, Episode twelve.
Speaker 3: I Like Them Open.
Speaker 2: Two months had passed since the night I first stepped
Speaker 2: onto the stage of the Wolfman's Private Club, the velvet
Speaker 2: lights and hungry eyes devouring me as though I was
Speaker 2: born to be there. Two months since the crushing loss
Speaker 2: of Patient be, the woman I couldn't save, whose absence
Speaker 2: once lodged itself like glass in my chest. Somewhere between
Speaker 2: the pole, the music and the endless cascade of bills,
Speaker 2: that grief began to dissipate, not vanish, but loosen its grip,
Speaker 2: like smoke fading into the rafters. Stripping became more than performance.
Speaker 2: It was liberation and unraveling of sorrow into something raw,
Speaker 2: daring and strangely purposeful. Five nights a week, I surrendered
Speaker 2: myself to that rhythm, each dance a ritual, each gaze
Speaker 2: from the crowd a kind of baptism. The pain of
Speaker 2: psychiatry's failures dulled as I shed not only my clothing
Speaker 2: but the weight of responsibility. No anguished voices, no haunting suicides,
Speaker 2: no more patients slipping through my hands. I'd abandoned the
Speaker 2: clinical walls for velvet shadows, and in doing so, I
Speaker 2: discovered a new identity. The irony was not lost on me.
Speaker 2: Healing had slipped from my grip as a doctor, Yet
Speaker 2: as a stripper, I found a strange sort of rebirth
Speaker 2: in giving myself entirely to the stage. You might wonder
Speaker 2: how I managed to pay for my lavish San Francisco
Speaker 2: home and the sleek new electric car during those two months. Well,
Speaker 2: let me tell you. In just two weeks, I nearly
Speaker 2: doubled my monthly earnings as a doctor, solely from the damp,
Speaker 2: crumpled bills tossed on stage. The Wolfman's excres elusive strip
Speaker 2: club catered to a client tell of both men and women,
Speaker 2: all earning well over six figures. He was revolutionizing the industry,
Speaker 2: transforming strip clubs into sophisticated, high class establishments that ensured
Speaker 2: the safety and comfort of the six ladies who worked there,
Speaker 2: including myself. The Wolfman had grand plans for expansion, aiming
Speaker 2: to increase the number of performers and extend his reach
Speaker 2: to new locations. I'm sure many of you have wondered
Speaker 2: what it was like for me, a woman with a
Speaker 2: doctorate degree, to work as a stripper in the Wolfman's
Speaker 2: upscale club. It was a unique experience, to say the least.
Speaker 2: While some might assume it would be degrading or beneath me,
Speaker 2: I found a certain liberation in shedding the expectations and
Speaker 2: judgments of the academic world. The Wolfman's establishment provided a safe,
Speaker 2: supportive environment where I could embrace my sensuality and explore
Speaker 2: a different side of myself, all while earning a substantial income.
Speaker 2: It challenged societal norms and allowed me to redefine what
Speaker 2: success and empowerment meant.
Speaker 4: To me.
Speaker 2: At first, I couldn't help but compare myself to the
Speaker 2: other strippers, with their perfect bodies and flawless moves. I
Speaker 2: would watch them on stage, their breasts high and firm,
Speaker 2: their pussies smooth and inviting, and wonder if I could
Speaker 2: ever measure up. When I looked at my own naked
Speaker 2: body in the mirror, I would pick apart every flaw,
Speaker 2: every imperfection, wondering if my breasts were big enough, my
Speaker 2: hips curvy enough, my pussy tight enough. I felt like
Speaker 2: an impostor, a fraud, trying to play it a game
Speaker 2: I could never win. But as I continued to dance
Speaker 2: night after night, I began to notice a change. The
Speaker 2: patrons didn't seem to care about my perceived flaws or imperfections.
Speaker 2: They cheered just as loudly for me as they did
Speaker 2: for the other girls, their eyes following my ever remove
Speaker 2: with rapt attention. Slowly I started to see myself through
Speaker 2: their eyes, to appreciate the beauty and sensuality of my
Speaker 2: own body. I learned to love the way my breasts
Speaker 2: bounced as I moved, the way my hips swayed to
Speaker 2: the music, the way my pussy glistened with arousal under
Speaker 2: the stage lights, and with that newfound confidence, I began
Speaker 2: to come into my own I stopped comparing myself to
Speaker 2: the other girls and started embracing my own unique appeal.
Speaker 2: I realized that beauty comes in many forms, and that
Speaker 2: there was no one right.
Speaker 3: Way to be sexy or desirable.
Speaker 2: By the time I took my final bow on stage
Speaker 2: each night, I felt like a goddess, worshiped and adored
Speaker 2: by all who gazed upon me. I had finally learned
Speaker 2: to love my naked body just as it was, and
Speaker 2: it was the most liberating feeling in the world. As
Speaker 2: I took the stage each night, I knew I wanted
Speaker 2: to do something special, something that would set me apart
Speaker 2: from the other girls and pay homage to my strip
Speaker 2: club hero, Buttercup. So I came up with a routine
Speaker 2: that was all my own, designed to drive the crowd
Speaker 2: wild with desire. I would start by slowly removing my top,
Speaker 2: teasing the audience with glimpses of my breasts before finally
Speaker 2: revealing them in all their glory. Then I would play
Speaker 2: with my nipples, pinching and squeezing them until they were
Speaker 2: hard and erect, all while maintaining eye contact with the
Speaker 2: men in the front row. Next, I would slide my
Speaker 2: skirt down my hips, revealing the tiny thong underneath. I
Speaker 2: would tease the crowd by slipping my fingers in and
Speaker 2: out of the sides, giving them brief flashes of my pussy,
Speaker 2: before finally removing the panties entirely and tossing them into
Speaker 2: the audience. Then I would lay down on the stage,
Speaker 2: spreading my legs wide and giving the crowd an up
Speaker 2: close and personal view. As I began to touch myself,
Speaker 2: my fingers sliding in and out of my wet heat,
Speaker 2: I would moan and writhe putting on a show for
Speaker 2: all to see. Finally, I would stand back up and
Speaker 2: make my way to the pole, ready for the grand finale.
Speaker 2: I would grind my pussy against the cool metal, rubbing
Speaker 2: myself up and down, back and forth until I was
Speaker 2: on the brink of orgasm, and then with a final
Speaker 2: thrust of my hips, I would come hard, my body
Speaker 2: shuddering and convulsing as the crowd watched in awe. It
Speaker 2: was a routine that never failed to bring down the house,
Speaker 2: and it quickly became my signature move. And because I
Speaker 2: was always the last stripper of the night, the Wolfman
Speaker 2: made me the main event of his club, the one everyone.
Speaker 3: Stayed to see.
Speaker 2: It was a position of honor and one I took
Speaker 2: very seriously. As I danced on stage, my naked body
Speaker 2: on full display for all to see, I couldn't help
Speaker 2: but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction in knowing
Speaker 2: that I was bringing pleasure and joy to those who
Speaker 2: watched me. The way their eyes roamed over my curves,
Speaker 2: the way they licked their lips and adjusted themselves as
Speaker 2: they took in the sight of my bare breasts and
Speaker 2: exposed pussy. It was a powerful feeling, knowing that I
Speaker 2: had the ability to turn them on, to make them
Speaker 2: want me with nothing more than my body and my dance.
Speaker 2: And when I saw the stage rain dollar bills, the
Speaker 2: tangible proof of their satisfaction and approval, it was like
Speaker 2: a drug, a high unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
Speaker 2: Each crumpled bill was a sign that I was desired,
Speaker 2: that I was good enough, that I was worthy of
Speaker 2: their attention and their money. It made me feel like
Speaker 2: I was providing a valuable service, an erotic escape from
Speaker 2: the mundane reality of their everyday lives, and in return,
Speaker 2: they gave me the validation and acceptance I had always craved,
Speaker 2: the knowledge that I was sexy and desirable and power
Speaker 2: powerful beyond measure. As I collected the bills from the stage,
Speaker 2: my pussy still throbbing and my body covered in a
Speaker 2: sheen of sweat, I knew that I had found my
Speaker 2: true calling, my place in the world. I was no
Speaker 2: longer just a psychiatrist, no longer just a woman with
Speaker 2: a troubled past and a lifetime of insecurity. I was
Speaker 2: a stripper, a goddess, a bringer of pleasure and joy.
Speaker 2: And I had never felt more alive or more fulfilled.
Speaker 3: Than I did in that moment.
Speaker 2: I was one hundred percent happy doing this every night,
Speaker 2: and I never looked back once. At the start of
Speaker 2: my journey, I believed my calling was helping sick people out,
Speaker 2: But now I was helping others in a way that
Speaker 2: was gratifying for them and myself. This was my calling,
Speaker 2: and I was right where I needed to be. The
Speaker 2: stage was my sanctuary, the lights my guiding stars, and
Speaker 2: the audience my congregation. With every sway of my hips
Speaker 2: and every seductive glance, I knew I was bringing joy
Speaker 2: and pleasure to those who watched me, and that knowledge
Speaker 2: filled me with a sense of purpose and fulfillment that
Speaker 2: I had never known before. Just when I thought I
Speaker 2: had found my calling and reached the peak of happiness
Speaker 2: and contentment in my new life, I was about to
Speaker 2: be reminded of a harsh lesson I had learned before.
Speaker 2: Be cautious when you find yourself in a state of bliss,
Speaker 2: because that's precisely when your world is liable to be
Speaker 2: turned upside down. The universe had a way of testing
Speaker 2: me just when I least expected it, And now, as
Speaker 2: I basked in the glow of my newfound purpose, I
Speaker 2: could feel the rumblings of change on the horizon, ready
Speaker 2: to shake the very foundation of the life I had built.
Speaker 2: You are listening to episode twelve of Into Deep, which
Speaker 2: is called I Like Them Open. This is a sixteen
Speaker 2: part series. I'm your host, Maximum Jones. We'll take a
Speaker 2: quick break for some messages, and then on our story
Speaker 2: will continue.
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Speaker 2: One night, after another successful performance, the Wolfman took me
Speaker 2: aside and asked me how I was feeling about the
Speaker 2: last two months and my impact.
Speaker 3: On the club.
Speaker 2: I thought for a moment before answering, wanting to be
Speaker 2: completely honest with him. I've never been happier, I told him,
Speaker 2: my voice filled with conviction. I feel like I've finally
Speaker 2: found my purpose, my place in the world. I love dancing,
Speaker 2: I love the rush of being on stage, and I
Speaker 2: love knowing that I'm bringing joy and pleasure to the
Speaker 2: people who.
Speaker 3: Come to watch me.
Speaker 2: It's like a dream come true. The Wolfman nodded, a
Speaker 2: smile playing at his lips, but then his expression grew serious.
Speaker 2: I'm glad to hear that, he said, but I need
Speaker 2: you to remember something. Being satisfied is the beginning of
Speaker 2: being stagnant, and stagnation prohibits progression. We've made a difference here, yes,
Speaker 2: but there are still thousands of women out there who
Speaker 2: are being taken advantage of sexually in strip clubs and
Speaker 2: sex rings. If we're going to make a real difference,
Speaker 2: we need to keep pushing forward. I nodded, my mind
Speaker 2: racing as I took in his words.
Speaker 3: What did you have in mind?
Speaker 2: I asked, ready to follow him wherever he led. He smiled,
Speaker 2: a glint of excitement in his eyes. I just recently
Speaker 2: got my hands on a club in Las Vegas, he said.
Speaker 2: I want us to set it up as soon as possible,
Speaker 2: to show the world that there's a better way to
Speaker 2: do things. It won't be easy, but I believe in you,
Speaker 2: and I believe in what we're doing.
Speaker 3: Are you with me?
Speaker 2: I didn't hesitate for a second. Absolutely, I told him
Speaker 2: my voice firm and strong, I'm with you all the way.
Speaker 3: Let's do this.
Speaker 2: Las Vegas had never been my kind of town. It
Speaker 2: thrived on unchecked indulgence, a wasteland where people descended, chasing fantasies,
Speaker 2: only to leave hollow, broken and drained of more than
Speaker 2: just money. Excess ruled every neon lit corner, and morality
Speaker 2: was nothing but an afterthought, buried beneath roulette wheels and
Speaker 2: champagne toasts. The city glittered like a jewel, but its
Speaker 2: shine masked deep fractures, souls devoured by their own appetites.
Speaker 2: To me, walking into Vegas felt less like entering paradise
Speaker 2: and more like stepping willingly into a predator's lair. I
Speaker 2: understood why he wanted to open his version of a
Speaker 2: strip club in a place where morality was scarce, But
Speaker 2: the truth was what we were doing wasn't moral either.
Speaker 2: It felt good and wrong at the same time. We
Speaker 2: cared for the strippers more than they were used to,
Speaker 2: but that didn't make us righteous, nor should it. I
Speaker 2: was so in love with the Wolfman that even as
Speaker 2: I questioned the intent behind his decisions, I was still
Speaker 2: willing to go along with whatever he.
Speaker 3: Wanted to do.
Speaker 2: You want to know how much I was in love
Speaker 2: with him, I called him the Wolfman, not out of
Speaker 2: whimsy but necessity. It was easier to divide him into
Speaker 2: two realms, the man of flesh, whose name I knew,
Speaker 2: and the creature of fantasy, whose shadow consumed me whole.
Speaker 2: By naming him Wolfman, I could keep him suspended in
Speaker 2: that liminal space between myth and reality, where his allure
Speaker 2: remained untarnished. It allowed me to indulge in the intoxication
Speaker 2: of his mystery without letting the brute light of reality
Speaker 2: strip it away. To me, reality had always been merciless, patients,
Speaker 2: lost failures, haunting like ghosts, So why not cling to
Speaker 2: illusion where passion and danger thrived. By separating who he
Speaker 2: was from who he appeared to be, I created a
Speaker 2: safe distance for my soul even as my body surrendered.
Speaker 2: I was worried about who would take care of my
Speaker 2: home and possessions while we were in Las Vegas, but
Speaker 2: Wolfman didn't stress over such details. For him, arranging someone
Speaker 2: to look after both my place and his strip club
Speaker 2: in San Francisco was simple. He quickly found someone trustworthy
Speaker 2: to handle everything while I was gone. A man I
Speaker 2: had never seen before was designated to run the strip
Speaker 2: club in our absence.
Speaker 3: I didn't ask.
Speaker 2: Any questions, though maybe I should have, since that choice
Speaker 2: would later become a problem. For the moment, though, I
Speaker 2: was lost in prayerful fantasy, and it felt amazing. I
Speaker 2: had just gotten comfortable stripping at the club in San Francisco,
Speaker 2: so the idea of starting over in a new Las
Speaker 2: Vegas club didn't exactly thrill me. Still, my confidence was high,
Speaker 2: and I truly believed at that point that what we
Speaker 2: were doing mattered, not just for ourselves, but for the
Speaker 2: betterment of the industry and the many young women working
Speaker 2: in it. I didn't share his grand belief that we
Speaker 2: were saving the world, but I did feel we were
Speaker 2: doing our part to make life in the industry a
Speaker 2: little better. Although I had lived relatively close to Las Vegas,
Speaker 2: I had never visited before. What struck me first was
Speaker 2: the overwhelming brightness, even in the daytime. It wasn't a
Speaker 2: pleasant glow, but an excess of light that felt almost blinding.
Speaker 2: This city is built on excess, and it's immediately obvious
Speaker 2: if the Wolfman planned to save the world, beginning in
Speaker 2: a place like this would give him a strong head
Speaker 2: start in achieving his goal. Opportunities appeared on every street corner,
Speaker 2: with vendors selling everything from mini mouse pictures to show tickets.
Speaker 2: The sidewalks were filled with people smoking marijuana, and the
Speaker 2: whole place felt dirty, not in a playful or provocative way,
Speaker 2: but simply filthy. The Wolfman took me up and down
Speaker 2: the strip to take it all in. I quickly realized
Speaker 2: why he did this. He wanted me to feel sick
Speaker 2: and overwhelmed. He wanted me to get a good grasp
Speaker 2: of what was wrong with the city. It was a
Speaker 2: chew you up taste and then immediately spit you out
Speaker 2: type place, and I didn't like it. So of course
Speaker 2: this made it easier for me to be convinced that
Speaker 2: we should do something to make it better, even if
Speaker 2: looking back at that now, that was definitely delusional. After
Speaker 2: touring the Vegas Strip, we entered one of the city's
Speaker 2: extravagant hotels and headed straight for the elevator. Using a
Speaker 2: special code, we accessed the private top floor where the
Speaker 2: Wolfman's friends were living. Calling their sweet massive hardly captured
Speaker 2: just how incredible it truly looked. They offered every imaginable luxury,
Speaker 2: the very.
Speaker 3: Height of excess. Without my asking.
Speaker 2: I was led to a private bathroom where two girls
Speaker 2: undressed me and gave me a deep, sensual massage that
Speaker 2: stopped just short of my most private areas, even as
Speaker 2: my body ached for more. They stood before me like
Speaker 2: living sculptures, their flawless curves gleaming beneath the soft light,
Speaker 2: breasts full and inviting hips etched with seductive perfection. Not
Speaker 2: a single imperfection marred their bodies, every detail honed as
Speaker 2: if carved by desire itself. The careful grooming of their
Speaker 2: most intimate places revealed just enough to tease to entice
Speaker 2: without surrendering entirely to the gaze. They had obvious folds
Speaker 2: on their vaginas that stayed tight and pink, and left
Speaker 2: one to imagine the pleasure behind those vaginal walls. Their
Speaker 2: silence only deepened the intensity, a wordless allure that hung
Speaker 2: heavy in the air, making their presence feel more like
Speaker 2: a ritual, an erotic moment crafted to unsettle and intoxicate
Speaker 2: in equal measures. They gently placed me in a large
Speaker 2: garden tub with jacuzzi jets and soothe salts that instantly
Speaker 2: refreshed and revitalized My skin. Alone in the steaming water,
Speaker 2: a restless hunger stirred beneath my skin, one that the
Speaker 2: massage had awakened but not satisfied. My fingers danced across
Speaker 2: the sensitive flesh between my thighs, each caress sending ripples
Speaker 2: of electric pleasure through my body. I surrendered myself to
Speaker 2: the building urge, my breath coming in short gasps. As
Speaker 2: the intensity grew, I had to touch it.
Speaker 3: I wanted my pussy to tingle.
Speaker 2: Even as the tremors of one climax subsided, I craved more,
Speaker 2: my fingers seeking out new sensations, desperate to prolong the
Speaker 2: pleasurable torture. I put my fingers back over my clit
Speaker 2: and rubbed it with intensity, desperate to feel that sensation
Speaker 2: once more. I was lost in a haze of pure
Speaker 2: carnal need, my body yearning for the ecstasy that only
Speaker 2: complete and utter abandon could provide. I was having fun
Speaker 2: until the two naked girls returned, reaching for my hands
Speaker 2: and guiding my satisfied naked body out of the tub.
Speaker 2: They wrapped me in the softest robe I had ever felt,
Speaker 2: and escorted me into the main room, where the Wolfman
Speaker 2: and his two well dressed acquaintances awaited my arrival. One
Speaker 2: of the men began to speak. I didn't think this
Speaker 2: was possible. You are way more beautiful in person than
Speaker 2: any of the many videos we have of you dancing.
Speaker 2: You truly are the true definition of a piece of art,
Speaker 2: he continued, sipping on his drink. I didn't know what
Speaker 2: to expect at this point. Was the Wolfman leading me
Speaker 2: into this room to introduce me to his two acquaintances
Speaker 2: so they could have their way with me. I really
Speaker 2: hoped that wasn't the case, as I wanted to believe
Speaker 2: that the Wolfman cherished me deeply and was just as
Speaker 2: madly in love with me as I was with him.
Speaker 2: The mere thought of another man laying a finger on
Speaker 2: me should have been some thing he would never even entertain.
Speaker 2: My love for him was so profound that I would
Speaker 2: comply with any request he made, even if it went
Speaker 2: against my desires, and this was certainly not something I
Speaker 2: wanted to do at this juncture in my life. There
Speaker 2: was only one man who could bring me happiness, and
Speaker 2: there was only one man whose touch I craved. The
Speaker 2: Wolfman was my everything, and I yearned for him to
Speaker 2: feel the same way about me. The idea of being
Speaker 2: shared with others made my heart ache, and I silently
Speaker 2: prayed that his intentions were pure and that he would
Speaker 2: keep me for himself alone. I held onto the hope
Speaker 2: that our love was as strong and exclusive as I
Speaker 2: believed it to be, and that he would never put
Speaker 2: me in a position that would compromise the sanctity of
Speaker 2: our bond. The men in suits continued to eye me
Speaker 2: like a piece of meat, but I would soon discover
Speaker 2: that their hungry looks were not driven by sexual urges.
Speaker 3: Rather, it was.
Speaker 2: Something equally powerful, if not more so. Their insatiable desire
Speaker 2: for money and the power it brings drove them to
Speaker 2: constantly accumulate wealth.
Speaker 3: They looked at me like attempting.
Speaker 2: Thousand dollars bill, their eyes filled with a mixture of
Speaker 2: lust and greed. While the attention could be sexually arousing,
Speaker 2: it also left me feeling uneasy and frightened. For the
Speaker 2: first time in a while, I felt uncomfortable, sensing that
Speaker 2: something was off, but not understanding why. The man in
Speaker 2: the suit began discussing business with the Wolfman, and their
Speaker 2: plan to civilize the sex industry in Las Vegas started
Speaker 2: to unfold. The man said that all the partners had
Speaker 2: contributed the money and prepared a location equipped with everything
Speaker 2: the Wolfman had requested. The venue was ready to open
Speaker 2: the following night and available for our use. The Wolfman
Speaker 2: grinned broadly as he shook hands with the two men.
Speaker 2: The suited men began to speak. It's going to take
Speaker 2: a while, he said. There's going to be resistance, but
Speaker 2: in the end, all of us will be wealthier. The
Speaker 2: ladies will be in better positions too. This will be
Speaker 2: like a corporate industry that makes investors happy with financial
Speaker 2: gain while also providing all the perks and benefits these
Speaker 2: young ladies deserve for getting our dicks so hard. The
Speaker 2: three men shared a big laugh at his conclusion.
Speaker 3: I still didn't.
Speaker 2: Understand their mission, but frankly, I didn't care. I was
Speaker 2: having the time of my life, on a fantasy ride,
Speaker 2: living out my deepest desires while on a romantic journey
Speaker 2: with the man I was deeply in love with. If
Speaker 2: these deluded individuals wanted to believe they were saving the
Speaker 2: industry and women worldwide, that was their prerogative. I had
Speaker 2: the best of both worlds, and as long as I
Speaker 2: was enjoying myself, their motives were irrelevant to me. A
Speaker 2: butler entered and informed me that I could order anything
Speaker 2: I wanted for lunch and they would provide it. The
Speaker 2: Wolfman and the other two men retreated to a separate room.
Speaker 2: They remained there long enough for me to order and
Speaker 2: finish my meal, which consisted of a specially prepared lobster
Speaker 2: and steak. As we headed to the elevator, the Wolfman
Speaker 2: motioned for me to get ready to leave. One of
Speaker 2: the men yelled out, laughing and raising his glass. So
Speaker 2: tonight we are on to see Grandma.
Speaker 3: Right.
Speaker 2: The Wolfman nodded in approval. As we made our way
Speaker 2: downstairs and back onto the strip, I asked the Wolfman
Speaker 2: to explain the meaning behind what we had just witnessed.
Speaker 2: We will be on our way to meet with an
Speaker 2: influential investor known for his keen eye for portfolio boosting opportunities.
Speaker 2: He has expressed interest in our innovative strip club centers,
Speaker 2: and my two friends were confident that he is prepared
Speaker 2: to invest in our vision.
Speaker 3: He explained.
Speaker 2: I was intrigued by his question about seeing Grandma, wondering
Speaker 2: if he had family here in Las Vegas. What's up
Speaker 2: with asking if I'm ready to see Grandma?
Speaker 3: I asked.
Speaker 2: He spoke in a cryptic voice, dismissing it as nothing
Speaker 2: more than a show just like the ones back Home
Speaker 2: at the Dungeon. Well, welcome to episode twelve of Into Deep,
Speaker 2: a sixteen part series. I'm your host, Maximum Jones. We'll
Speaker 2: take a quick break for some messages and then our
Speaker 2: story will continue.
Speaker 5: Have stories with your host Maximin Jones. Before we continued
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Speaker 2: It feels like an eternity since I last set foot
Speaker 2: in the Dungeon, I thought I would miss it more
Speaker 2: than I actually have. But the truth is I haven't
Speaker 2: even given it a second thought. I suppose I used
Speaker 2: to frequent that place because it fulfilled my deepest sexual fantasies.
Speaker 2: I'm sure you all remember I witnessed and participated in
Speaker 2: some of the most bizarre, twisted, and perverted acts imaginable.
Speaker 2: There were moments when I felt like I had pushed
Speaker 2: the boundaries too far, and I wasn't sure if I
Speaker 2: would make it out of there alive. It almost seemed
Speaker 2: as if I had stumbled upon something that was too
Speaker 2: dangerous to be privy to. Yet throughout it all, I
Speaker 2: was consumed by an intense heat and arousal. My pussy
Speaker 2: juices were boiling, and my desires and fantasies were taken
Speaker 2: to new heights. I will never forget my experiences at
Speaker 2: the Dungeon or the strip club in the Red Light
Speaker 2: District where I used to watch Buttercup perform. Ever since
Speaker 2: I started stripping, I've been thinking about her a lot.
Speaker 2: She became my inspiration for so many reasons, and I
Speaker 2: often wonder if she managed to leave the industry with
Speaker 2: her mind and body intact. I've thought about how she
Speaker 2: would benefit from what the Wolfman and I are trying
Speaker 2: to accomplish. This is perfect for women like her, who
Speaker 2: possess so much talent but have been seen as mere
Speaker 2: financial assets until now. Listen to me, I sound just
Speaker 2: like the Wolfman.
Speaker 3: I guess.
Speaker 2: I now believe that I'm saving the world by giving
Speaker 2: up my psychiatry license and stripping in these fancy clubs
Speaker 2: that my boyfriend is creating. As I mentioned earlier, right now,
Speaker 2: I'd rather live in a fantasy. I sometimes wonder if
Speaker 2: I'm hallucinating, perhaps from the drugs the Wolfman slipped me
Speaker 2: over the past few months. Maybe this is all a dream,
Speaker 2: or I died and this is my fantasy before reaching
Speaker 2: my final destination. But the idea of this being a
Speaker 2: fantasy was dispelled when we arrived in downtown Las Vegas.
Speaker 2: Seeing today's paper with the current date and hearing people
Speaker 2: discuss current events confirmed this is reality. Downtown Las Vegas
Speaker 2: is rich with history. To truly experience the city, I
Speaker 2: recommend spending time on these streets rather than the corporate strip.
Speaker 2: The area is filled with the spirit of legends like
Speaker 2: the rat Pack, whose posters still adorn the walls. Downtown
Speaker 2: Las Vegas is where the authentic Vegas vibe lives on.
Speaker 3: Stay close to.
Speaker 2: Me and remain calm. You're not in familiar territory anymore.
Speaker 2: I can't emphasize enough how exclusive this event is. Avoid
Speaker 2: making eye contact with anyone and focus solely on the stage.
Speaker 3: He continued his instructions.
Speaker 2: Adding a warning, what you're about to witness on that
Speaker 2: stage is disturbing.
Speaker 3: Prepare yourself.
Speaker 2: The Wolfman's words sent a shiver of anticipation down my
Speaker 2: spine as we approached the exclusive venue. His warning about
Speaker 2: the disturbing nature of the performance on stage only heightened
Speaker 2: my curiosity and excitement. Despite my initial belief that I
Speaker 2: did not miss the dungeon and its twisted acts, I
Speaker 2: found myself eager to witness whatever depraved spectacle awaited us.
Speaker 2: As we entered the dimly lit space, the wolf ff
Speaker 2: Men's firm grip on my hand reminded me to stay
Speaker 2: close and avoid making eye contact with the other patrons.
Speaker 2: The air was thick with tension and a sense of
Speaker 2: forbidden secrets. I could hardly contain my intrigue as I
Speaker 2: wondered what kind of messed up display I was about
Speaker 2: to witness. Little did I know the events that would
Speaker 2: unfold on that stage would push the boundaries of even
Speaker 2: my darkest fantasies. I complied with his request, avoiding eye
Speaker 2: contact as we were seated in a private, dimly lit
Speaker 2: area boxed off from most of the staging area. The
Speaker 2: brightest lights were on stage, making it difficult to see
Speaker 2: more than feet ahead, which made his concern about eye
Speaker 2: contact seem unnecessary given the low visibility. Drinks were promptly
Speaker 2: served and we were joined by the two men from
Speaker 2: the hotel suite and a new gentleman of European descent.
Speaker 2: He was tall, with gray hair of beard and striking
Speaker 2: blue eyes. Intuitively, I knew it was best not to
Speaker 2: make eye contact with him, as it could lead to
Speaker 2: unfavorable consequences for me in the long run. The three
Speaker 2: men moved to the side in our private viewing area,
Speaker 2: still close by, I stayed in the front.
Speaker 3: With a clear view of the stage.
Speaker 2: The dim lighting in the rest of the area was
Speaker 2: immediately cut off as the stage lights became brighter than ever.
Speaker 2: Six naked men of different races entered onto the stage,
Speaker 2: wearing a mask and their cocks fully erect. As they
Speaker 2: stood in a circle, they began stroking their cocks as
Speaker 2: old nineteen twenties music began loudly playing through the PA system,
Speaker 2: with people in the crowd starting to clap in the rhythm.
Speaker 2: As the eerie nineteen twenties music filled the air, a
Speaker 2: hush fell over the audience. An elderly woman, frail and wrinkled,
Speaker 2: was wheeled down the aisle and up a ramp onto
Speaker 2: the stage. The six naked men, their erect cocks standing
Speaker 2: at attention, intensified their stroking as she was helped out
Speaker 2: of the chair and handed a cane. Slowly, she made
Speaker 2: her way to the center of the circle, the men's
Speaker 2: eager eyes following her every move. The atmosphere was charged
Speaker 2: with a disturbing mix of anticipation and revulsion as the
Speaker 2: old woman's presence added a twisted element to the already
Speaker 2: shocking display. At first, I couldn't help but chuckle, convinced
Speaker 2: that the bizarre scene before me was nothing more than
Speaker 2: an elaborate ruse, complete with prosthetics and heavy makeup. However,
Speaker 2: as I grabbed the binoculars provided on the side of
Speaker 2: my chair and took a closer look, my amusement quickly
Speaker 2: transformed into shock and disbelief. The realization hit me like
Speaker 2: a punch to the gun. This was no illusion, but
Speaker 2: a very real elderly woman, likely in her early seventies.
Speaker 2: I shot a glance back at the Wolfman and his associates,
Speaker 2: desperately seeking some sort of explanation for the disturbing display
Speaker 2: unfold before us. Yet they remained engrossed in their conversation,
Speaker 2: seemingly unfazed by the grotesque spectacle on stage. Having witnessed
Speaker 2: countless depraved acts during my time at the Dungeon, I
Speaker 2: thought I had seen it all. But this, this was
Speaker 2: beyond anything I could have ever imagined. The mere thought
Speaker 2: of what might happen next filled me with a sense
Speaker 2: of dread and revulsion. There was nothing even remotely erotic
Speaker 2: about the sight of an old lady surrounded by six
Speaker 2: virile men, at least not to me. The crowd clapped
Speaker 2: in rhythm to the depression era music blaring from the
Speaker 2: PA system. The old woman, met with approval, ditched her
Speaker 2: cane and slowly removed her top, leaving her in just
Speaker 2: her bra She then tugged at her pullaway skirt, which
Speaker 2: quickly fell from her body. Now she stood in the
Speaker 2: middle of the circle of men, wearing only her bra
Speaker 2: and panties. The men continued stroking their erect cocks. She
Speaker 2: walked past each one, taking her hand to their mouth
Speaker 2: and blowing them a kiss, while provocatively prancing around the circle,
Speaker 2: still in her bra and panties. A bed was brought
Speaker 2: onto the stage. Two younger women placed her on the bed,
Speaker 2: spreading her legs open while she kept her undergarments on.
Speaker 2: In an unprecedented twist, the six men turned on each
Speaker 2: other with a primal ferocity, their fists and feet colliding
Speaker 2: in a brutal melee. The stage transformed into a gladiatorial arena,
Speaker 2: the combatants confined to the cramped space like caged beasts.
Speaker 2: As the battle raged on, a group of masked security
Speaker 2: personnel encircled the stage, ensuring that none of the men
Speaker 2: could escape the fray. Whenever one of the fighters neared
Speaker 2: the edge, the guards would ruthlessly throw them back into
Speaker 2: the chaos, forcing them to continue their vicious struggle. The
Speaker 2: scene was reminiscent scent of ancient Rome's Colosseum, but with
Speaker 2: a perverse modern twist. The men, driven by a savage
Speaker 2: desire to assert dominance, unleashed a torrent of violence upon
Speaker 2: one another, their grunts and cries echoing through the chamber.
Speaker 2: The audience watched with a mixture of shock and fascination,
Speaker 2: captivated by the raw, animalistic display unfolding before them. As
Speaker 2: the fight intensified, the men's bodies glistened with sweat and blood,
Speaker 2: their muscles straining with each powerful blow. The stage became
Speaker 2: a battleground, a microcosm of the primal instincts that lurked
Speaker 2: beneath the surface of civilization. In this moment, the lines
Speaker 2: between performer and spectator blurred as all were drawn into
Speaker 2: the intoxicating spectacle of unchecked aggression and the thirst for victory.
Speaker 2: The crowd roar with approval as the old lady stayed
Speaker 2: on the bed with her legs open, but now she
Speaker 2: was touching her push under her panties and playing with
Speaker 2: her nipples under her bra The crowd roared with approval
Speaker 2: as the elderly woman lay on the bed, legs spread,
Speaker 2: teasing her private areas over her underwear. After several intense minutes,
Speaker 2: one man emerged dominant over the other five, standing victorious
Speaker 2: as the winner. The crowd's excitement grew upon his triumph.
Speaker 2: The woman removed her bra and panties, fully exposing herself
Speaker 2: on the bed. The victor of the contest wasted no
Speaker 2: time in claiming his prize, pouncing upon the elderly woman
Speaker 2: with a fierce intensity, His buttocks clenched and released with
Speaker 2: each powerful thrust, the slap of flesh against flesh echoing
Speaker 2: through the chamber. The intense way he was fucking this
Speaker 2: old lady was jaw dropping. The old lady's cries of
Speaker 2: pain mingled with the man's guttural grunts, creating a disturbing
Speaker 2: symphony that both repulsed and captivated the audience. Despite the
Speaker 2: undenial eroticism of the scene, there was an undercurrent of concern,
Speaker 2: a nagging worry that the frail woman might not withstand
Speaker 2: the force of this primal, violent fucking. The contrast between
Speaker 2: the man's youthful vigor and the woman's aged fragility only
Speaker 2: heightened the sense of unease, leaving the onlookers both mesmerized
Speaker 2: and unsettled by the raw, animalistic display unfolding before them.
Speaker 2: The man then flipped her over, putting her on her
Speaker 2: knees with her face towards the crowd. Her eyes were
Speaker 2: filled with anticipation, and concern. He then crunched over, slipped
Speaker 2: his cock in her from behind, and began pounding her
Speaker 2: hard as her eyes bulged out of their sockets. She
Speaker 2: was screaming in pain and struggling to breathe as he
Speaker 2: groaned like a wild animal from behind, thrusting into her with.
Speaker 3: All his might. A guttural moan of.
Speaker 2: Pleasure escaped the man's lips as he gripped the elderly
Speaker 2: woman's hips, driving his cock as deep as it could go,
Speaker 2: pulsating inside her. Once finished, he collapsed atop her, his weight,
Speaker 2: pinning her down for several minutes. An eerie silence fell
Speaker 2: over the crowd, and I couldn't help but wonder if
Speaker 2: the old woman had survived the brutal encounter. Given the
Speaker 2: unsettling stillness on stage, the other men gathered around the
Speaker 2: bed as the man who had just finished fucking her
Speaker 2: climbed off and flipped her onto her back. She smiled
Speaker 2: reassuringly at the crowd, letting them know she was completely fine.
Speaker 2: It became clear that this was what she was known for,
Speaker 2: the grandma who could take a hard pounding from a
Speaker 2: younger man, despite the apparent pain etched on her face
Speaker 2: during the act. She always managed to flash a grin
Speaker 2: once the deed was done, as if to confirm that
Speaker 2: this was exactly what she signed up for. The remaining
Speaker 2: five men began stroking their erect cocks vigorously as they
Speaker 2: positioned themselves around the elderly woman, who lay sprawled on
Speaker 2: the bed with her legs spread open. Their eyes gleamed
Speaker 2: with a mix of lust and anticipation, eager to unleash
Speaker 2: their pent up desires upon the willing participant. The atmosphere
Speaker 2: grew thick with tension as the men prepared to take
Speaker 2: their turn, their bodies taut with barely contained excitement. The
Speaker 2: old lady, despite her advanced age, seemed to revel in
Speaker 2: the attention, her weathered features etched with a perverse sense
Speaker 2: of satisfaction.
Speaker 3: She opened her.
Speaker 2: Mouth wide as the first man had a heavy load
Speaker 2: shoot out of his cock and down onto her face
Speaker 2: as she attempted to get as much as she could
Speaker 2: enter her mouth so she could swallow. It didn't take
Speaker 2: long for the next man to ejaculate, and he aimed
Speaker 2: it right into her mouth as she took it all in.
Speaker 2: One by one, the remaining men reached their peak. Their seeds,
Speaker 2: spilling forth onto the elderly woman's face and into her
Speaker 2: eager mouth. With each eruption, she smiled broadly, doing her
Speaker 2: best to swallow every drop relishing in the depraved act.
Speaker 2: Her enthusiasm never waned, even as the sticky fluid coated
Speaker 2: her weathered skin and dripped from her chin, a testament
Speaker 2: to her dedication to the perverse performance. One by one,
Speaker 2: the men finished their carnal act, yet they remained standing
Speaker 2: over the elderly woman. Slowly she rose to her knees,
Speaker 2: a look of determination in her eyes. With deliberate intention,
Speaker 2: she took each man's cock into her mouth, a symbolic
Speaker 2: gesture of her spirit and unabashed embrace of her own desires.
Speaker 2: The room pulsed with a raw, primal energy as she
Speaker 2: continued her sensual ritual, leaving an indelible impression on all
Speaker 2: who witnessed this unforgettable display. Five masked men entered the
Speaker 2: stage and picked up the naked woman, hoisting her high
Speaker 2: into the air like a queen, harried her to the
Speaker 2: back of the dressing room as the crowd erupted in approval.
Speaker 2: I didn't know how to feel about this. For the
Speaker 2: most part, I was disgusted it. There's nothing sexy about
Speaker 2: an old woman getting fucked like that, but my naughty
Speaker 2: side secretly thought about that being me in thirty years.
Speaker 2: I observed the Wolfman and his associates engaged in intense conversation.
Speaker 2: As I waited for them to conclude, I ordered a
Speaker 2: few more drinks. Finally, the Wolfman approached with the European
Speaker 2: businessman and introduced us with a broad smile. The businessman declared,
Speaker 2: you are the reason this is all going to work out.
Speaker 2: He then exited the viewing area, leaving me puzzled, worried,
Speaker 2: yet excited.
Speaker 3: All at once.
Speaker 2: Thanks for listening to episode twelve of Into Deep, a
Speaker 2: sixteen part series. I'm your host Maximum Jones. We'll take
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Speaker 2: will continue.
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Speaker 3: What the fuck was that?
Speaker 2: I quickly asked him as soon as we got into
Speaker 2: the hotel room. What was what he said at the
Speaker 2: old lady grandma? I mean, seriously, I said, with some confusion.
Speaker 2: Here you are saying you want to change the world,
Speaker 2: but you take me to go see that. He looked
Speaker 2: at me and smiled. Don't tell me you're starting to
Speaker 2: want to settle. Are you reaching the point of your life?
Speaker 2: Or sexual excitement and gratification can no longer fill your void.
Speaker 2: I was frustrated by his comment and shot back, I
Speaker 2: love you, but it really bothers me when you try
Speaker 2: to use psychology on me. It's like you're not respecting
Speaker 2: my knowledge. You also have a host of voids you
Speaker 2: are trying to fill. Please don't pretend that it's just me.
Speaker 2: He smiled and gently grabbed me before apologizing with a
Speaker 2: kiss on my forehead. My frustrations melted away, and I
Speaker 2: forgot all about the Grandma on stage. Tonight, we are
Speaker 2: about to go into stage two of our plan. He said,
Speaker 2: This has happened a lot quicker than I thought. He
Speaker 2: then explained what was going to happen next. The Wolfman
Speaker 2: informed me that the Las Vegas club would open tomorrow night,
Speaker 2: and just like the one in San Francisco, he needed
Speaker 2: me to be the star of the show. I was
Speaker 2: scheduled to perform last and deliver the performance of a lifetime,
Speaker 2: as our existence depended on it. The European looking investment
Speaker 2: guy would be closely monitoring the operations and revenue generated
Speaker 2: on opening night, using this information to decide whether to
Speaker 2: fund our expansion, first domestically and then internationally. I was
Speaker 2: overwhelmed with questions. The rapid expansion into multiple cities within
Speaker 2: a few months seemed impossible given our limited personnel. Finding
Speaker 2: trustworthy individuals to join our cause would be a challenge.
Speaker 2: I couldn't help but wonder what the wolf Man was
Speaker 2: withholding about his network. I noticed how quickly he found
Speaker 2: someone to manage the club, in San Francisco and arranged
Speaker 2: for the care of my home and belongings. This raised
Speaker 2: a red flag for me.
Speaker 3: I thought I.
Speaker 2: Knew everything about him and his club in San Francisco
Speaker 2: was something special between us. Seeing how quickly he found
Speaker 2: someone else to manage made me doubt myself and wonder
Speaker 2: if I was just one of many people he used
Speaker 2: to get what he wanted. What if there was another woman,
Speaker 2: maybe in Africa, who also believed in him and gave
Speaker 2: him everything because it was important to him. I'm not
Speaker 2: sure why I suddenly started questioning his sincerity, but something
Speaker 2: felt off. Unfortunately I wasn't strong enough to resist. The
Speaker 2: truth was simple. I was in love with him and
Speaker 2: would do whatever he asked, even if it sometimes took
Speaker 2: some convincing. The Wolfman's whisper tickled my ear, his lips
Speaker 2: brushing against my neck as he spoke the words that
Speaker 2: sent a shiver down my spine. I need for you
Speaker 2: to dance without the mask tomorrow night. My heart raced
Speaker 2: at the thought, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing
Speaker 2: through my veins. I had always worn the mask while
Speaker 2: performing a protective shield between me and the hungry eyes
Speaker 2: of the audience. But now he was asking me to
Speaker 2: bear myself completely, to strip away that final barrier and
Speaker 2: reveal myself to the world. I thought we agreed that
Speaker 2: when I do this, I would always wear the mask
Speaker 2: for my protection. I protested, my voice trembling slightly. Why
Speaker 2: the sudden change. He pulled me close, his strong arms
Speaker 2: wrapping around me in a reassuring embrace. Look, darling, it's
Speaker 2: just for tomorrow night. I need your absolute best performance.
Speaker 2: He explained that the investor wanted to see me strip
Speaker 2: without the mask, that it was his request. We need
Speaker 2: him to be happy and fund us, he murmured, planting
Speaker 2: a gentle kiss on my forehead.
Speaker 3: It's okay.
Speaker 2: I'm going to take care of you, and if we
Speaker 2: get his funding, we're going to take care of a
Speaker 2: lot of people who need our help. I repeatedly expressed
Speaker 2: my discomfort with being unmasked, as it left me feeling
Speaker 2: vulnerable and insecure. I doubted my ability to perform if
Speaker 2: my identity was known, fearing that my anxiety would overwhelm
Speaker 2: me without the safety of the mask. Despite my concerns,
Speaker 2: he smiled reassuringly and continued kissing my neck, reaching into
Speaker 2: his pocket he retrieved another vial of the mysterious substance.
Speaker 2: The drug that had previously sent me into a daze
Speaker 2: caused auditory hallucinations, but also provided confidence and total relaxation.
Speaker 2: He kept pushing the drug towards my nose, despite my refusals.
Speaker 2: His kisses intensified up and down my neck, weakening my resolve.
Speaker 2: As the pleasure increased just one sniff, he urged, holding
Speaker 2: it to my nose. Against my better judgment, I closed
Speaker 2: my eyes and inhaled. The next thing I remember was darkness.
Speaker 2: As I drifted in and out of consciousness, my mind
Speaker 2: was filled with a series of vivid, sexually charged hallucinations,
Speaker 2: each one more intense than the last. In the first,
Speaker 2: I saw the Wolfman on top of me, his naked
Speaker 2: body pressed against mine as he fucked me hard and deep.
Speaker 2: I could feel the closeness and intimacy between us, the
Speaker 2: way our bodies fit together perfectly, and I begged him
Speaker 2: to come inside me.
Speaker 3: To fill me with his seed.
Speaker 2: But then the scene shifted and I found myself watching
Speaker 2: Buttercups stripping on a pole, her body undulating to the
Speaker 2: beat of the music.
Speaker 3: I tried to approach.
Speaker 2: Her to offer her a spot at the Las Vegas
Speaker 2: strip club, but she ran away from me, disappearing into
Speaker 2: the darkness. My eyes open and again, and I was
Speaker 2: back with the Wolfman, his body still on top of
Speaker 2: mine as he pushed deep inside me, his cock throbbing
Speaker 2: and pulsing as he groaned with pleasure and emptied himself
Speaker 2: into my willing pussy. I dozed off again, and when
Speaker 2: I woke up, I was on a stage, bright lights
Speaker 2: shining down on me. As I began to touch my breasts,
Speaker 2: my hands roaming over my naked flesh. I spotted two
Speaker 2: giant screens hanging from the ceiling, displaying all the activities
Speaker 2: on the stage as they were being filmed, and I
Speaker 2: felt a sense of immediate anxiety as I saw myself
Speaker 2: on the screen, exposed and vulnerable for.
Speaker 3: All to see.
Speaker 2: But then the scene shifted again and I found myself
Speaker 2: masturbating on the stripping stage, my fingers sliding in and
Speaker 2: out of my wet heat as the crowd.
Speaker 3: Cheered me on.
Speaker 2: I could feel the tension building in my bar now,
Speaker 2: the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter, until finally I reached
Speaker 2: my climax, my body shuddering and convulsing as I came
Speaker 2: hard and fast, the cheers of the crowd washing over me,
Speaker 2: and then, just as quickly as it had begun, it
Speaker 2: was over, and I found myself awake, back in the
Speaker 2: hotel room, naked and alone in the dark, with my
Speaker 2: legs wide open, the voices in my head swirling around
Speaker 2: me like a tempest. I tried to hold onto consciousness
Speaker 2: to make sense of what had just happened, but it
Speaker 2: was too much, and I felt myself slipping away again,
Speaker 2: and my eyes closing as I drifted off into the
Speaker 2: darkness once more. One has a price? What is yours?
Speaker 3: What this concludes? I Like them Open?
Speaker 2: Which is episode twelve of the Into Deep series. There
Speaker 2: are sixteen episodes for this one, and episode thirteen will
Speaker 2: air in two weeks, and that one is called What's
Speaker 2: Inside Me.
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