Part Three lechts Groot - translation: Only The Large

he fine line defines so much of life’s experiences. The fine line between sanity and insanity is a very famous one. The interpretation as to which side of that line is in action can then lead to a cascade of domino effects upon uncountable experiences. A young beautiful woman, who chooses to work within a business that depends upon limits that any semi sane male might apply to himself, is walking an exciting line. When the males just barely stay on the sane side, and adjust their actions accordingly, then life in an upscale brothel is exciting and rewarding for the female worker. If a male were to stray far to the other side, to the insane side of the line, then the female’s life might actually become even more exciting. But the danger absolutely increases, and does so by many multiples.

“Geez, you always pour the compliments around like syrup, just before I usually ‘get it’. Hmmm, and the reasons also always sound so logical, just before I usually ‘get it’. Oh, scram. Kala has things to show me.” And she waved off Kees, leaving him at the door. Then she walked further into the large room with Kala.

Story: (continued from part two)
NOTE: use extreme caution - this last section includes a shocking and, unfortunately, real possibility.
Stressing only the positive? Seeing the best for our player(s)?
You may wish to end your Slechts Groot journey with part two. However, it is reiterated that all these sections, or parts, existed long before posting, a single total story.
*Part Two ended with Jaimie deciding that she enjoyed her job.
Kees enjoyed his job too. Making a lot of money, in a strange way, kept him fixated on all associated goals. One associated goal was to get Jaimie over to Slechts Groot. He was just waiting for her to be properly prepared. The earlier reference to men tenderizing her meat was not exaggeration. In a way, that is exactly what was happening. Her rectum and vagina were being purposefully poked, prodded, twisted and mildly burst past their limits, just to get Jaimie ready for next door. The last time that Arman came to Aardbei in order to fuck her, Kees had gone to the floor above and entered one the rooms that they kept for overflow from downstairs. There he removed a cover on the floor near the restroom area. With his room’s lights off, he was then allowed to peer unseen through a fine mesh.
“Excellent.” A mutter that reflected the quality of his view, right down the center of Jaimie’s legs as she lay in missionary position.
From his nest, he was able to not only see well, but hear well. What he saw was Arman smoothly slide into Jaimie. In only a few strokes, the 14.25 inches was buried into her, with her bucking, shaking, and then almost throwing her muscles into seizure strength.
Kees noted that Jaimie was actually pulling on Arman’s hips, which then helped push his penis deep into her pussy. What he heard from her own mouth were sensual moans, squeaky little yells, heavy breathing, all in a very controlled, very sports like rhythm. What he heard from her body were deep thunks, as from a human drum, very loud sloshing of many fluids inside and around her vaginal vault, and loud snaps and pops directly from her opening.
Another low level mutter that was easily masked by the fuck sounds, “Ready. She’s ready!”
“That’s my girl. All ready for a big time with the big bad boys. ‘You’ sweet little stretchy thing. En nu Slechts Groot.” All said with that perverse fatherly type pride in his voice.
He watched them workout for a while longer. With her black pony tails flying, her feet digging into Arman’s rear as if both feet had cowboy spurs, she got her over-stretching. To Kees, it was very significant that Jaimie did it all as a wild woman, one who now appeared to be intent on making her pussy fit whatever might be the next challenge. Oblivious in her pursuit, she was totally unaware that the bucking, the lunging of her pelvis forward and the grinding of herself on Arman’s post resulted in another almost mandatory small tear. His observations confirmed that he had helped train one hell of a sexual gladiator. “En nu Slechts Groot!”
That same late night, after Arman had left the club, and as Jaimie was dressing for street travel back to her apartment, Kees entered the dressing room to deliver her nightly cash payment. As he gave her the envelope, he asked if she could come in early tomorrow, perhaps even 2 hours early. She had no problem with that. All the day time activities were long over by then anyway. She arrived at 7 PM, changed into a little purple top, purple thong and purple 6 inch heels. Jaimie left her hair without tails, rather it was puffed up to its fullest extent. Just as she was going to go to the Aardbei lounge, Kees stopped her. “Come with me, Jaimie.”
Instead of into the Aardbei lounge, he walked her across the hall to the large wooden doors of Slechts Groot. When he pulled back one side for them to enter, it was the first time that Jaimie had ever seen the doors open. Amidst all the gothic wood with fancy carvings, there was one lone sign on an inner door. And it was in its own separate wood plaque form, with bold letters carved into it. It read: ‘Geen penis minder dan 22 centimeters’. After the carved letters, someone had stuck up a purposefully inappropriate yellow smiley face. Jaimie could now do very basic translation and had no trouble understanding that the sign said ‘no penis less than 22 centimeters’. Whether bragging, a basic rule, or a light hearted combination, she still thought that it still appeared in questionable taste.
Kees opened that last set of doors, and revealed a lounge that was generally less luminated than Aardbei. Higher ceilings, hanging chandeliers, vertical wood posts demarcating the few booths, and a more open area past those booths and bar counter, immediately gave Slechts Groot a different mood. Then the mood became radically different when Jaimie could visualize better into the open area. There were soft vinyl mats all about stockades, under hanging straps, and around adjustable spread eagle devices, and more obvious fucking type machines. The dildo type attachments for each fucking machine were lined up along side in a holding rack. Each spread eagle device had dark stains in its surface, exactly where the pelvis was supposed to be positioned. Each fucking machine was stained heavily across each seat cushion and onto the floor beneath.
Just as Kala, a thirty year old Russian woman met them at the entry, Kees gestured through a very simple greeting.“Kala, this is Jaimie. Jaimie this is Kala. I want Kala to just show you the club today. I trust her to cover all topics.”
“Hello Jaimie, I have heard a lot about you. You are very beautiful.” All said with the lowest of raspy female frequencies.
“Hello Kala. And thank you so very much for the compliment. But forgive me.” She turns to Kees.“As I ask this man what other important information that he has failed to share with me.” It was obvious that Jaimie was offended. “Are you putting me over here? Just wondered, since I am very happy over at Aardbei.”
Kees sensed revolution, possibly combustion. “Oh, Jaimie, Jaimie, Jaimie. You’re still my star at Aardbei. It is just that, well, uh, you’re turning into one of my most sophisticated and adaptive girls. And you already know that some Slechts Groot members have made big changes in their schedules just to be with you. I wanted you to know what was over here, what those members were used to, and, to be honest, for you to have working knowledge about this club just in case I ever did need you.”

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