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  "Hello Seraphine, my usual please," Kyle said. There was a reason he was able to frequent Seraphine's, and never brought the same girl twice. Nearly six-foot-tall, Kyle had dark messy hair, and his voice was like warm gooey chocolate being licked off of ones’ pussy.

  "Of course, Kyle. Your room is cleaned and stocked. If you need anything else, you can find me, Jasper, or Ivy," she replied.

  As he took the keys, his already dark eyes darkened to almost black as his smile turned sinister.

  "I'm sure it's perfect, love. See you soon." Arms around his play things for the night, he walked back out the once glass door, now covered in plywood. Wouldn’t be seeing him for a while.

  Seraphine's was once a motel, small, with an almost abandoned look, right off of Route 33. If someone was to drive by, they would never imagine what fun was had inside. This wasn't a motel for overnight travelers anymore, though we had an occasional visitor that didn’t know any better. We enjoyed the income no matter the client, but most of our guests were regulars, or here by referral. The best way to describe this hidden hell, was a brothel. Seraphine's wasn't a place to go just to have sex during your lunch break, and it wasn't a place frequented by hookers. The fantasies here are far more dark and delicious than you will ever find outside of these doors. Those were the specialty of the house.

  Jasper and Ivy should be back soon. They don’t bother to clean the front desk. The three of them kept it dirty in case a stupid motorist tried to stop in for a room, so that made it just one less thing to bother with before they returned. Seraphine's was surprisingly busy tonight.

  The air thickens as Jasper and Ivy walk through her door. Each of them came to Seraphine's to live out a dark desire. Neither of them knew they would never really leave, or that their dark desire was entwined with Seraphine herself.

  Two years ago, Jasper walked into her lobby and introduced himself.

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  "I need a room," he spoke with confidence, but Seraphine knew the subtle signs to look for in first timers. Though he tried to calm his breathing, the rapid rise and fall of his chest gave away his nervousness.

  "Sure, honey. Name, and what are you looking for?" she asked.

  "Jasper. I need a room to take care of two old friends for the night." The underlying meaning had not gone unnoticed to her.

  "There are a few forms to fill out, then I can show you and your friends to your room."

  He busied himself with the forms she handed to him, and she stepped back to watch. His shaggy, charcoal hair, fell into his blue eyes as he feverishly wrote. The veins running under the multitude of tattoos covering his forearms pulsed from the grip he had on the pen. No matter how much he had tried to clean up before he arrived, she saw the specks of blood covering his dark jeans.

  "All done. Which way?" Jasper asked, handing her the paperwork.

  "Follow me." She took the room key down and walked out the door, he wasn't far behind.

  The last room on the backside of the motel was the perfect one for him. Windowless, sound proofed, large bathtub, and plenty of space to play.

  "Pull around and I’ll help you unload." She couldn't lie, guests like these were the ones she looked forward to the most. He did as he was told, backing his car up almost to the door itself. Walking around to the back of the car, her suspicions were confirmed. Tied up and gagged in the trunk, was a man and woman. Both were already bloody and bruised, terrified at what would happen next.

  "You get the arms and I'll get the legs, or I can just hold the door while you drag them in." She almost preferred the latter. As he grabbed the man's arms, she grabbed the legs and carried him in, dropping him in the middle of the floor with a loud thump. Silently, they repeated the process with the woman before going back to shut the trunk. She waited inside for Jasper, having already decided she would help, and that he may be worth keeping around for a while.

  "The bitch cheated, didn't she?"

  "Yes, I came home early to surprise the stupid cunt and found them fucking on my kitchen counter." He started to shake as he relived what he witnessed.

  She came behind him as he stood over the bodies of his ex and her lover, and slowly wrapped her arms around his waist, her mouth getting closer to him. She flicks her tongue, licking his neck until she reaches his lobe, where she bit.

  "Show me what she is losing," she whispered in his ear as her hand started to rub the bulge in his pants.

  He quickly turned and picked Seraphine up, his mouth crashing onto hers. He walked them to the bed and tossed her down, wasting no time ripping off what little clothes she had on. He made quick of his own clothes before he turned his attention back to her. His mouth claimed her. He licked, sucked, kissed, and bit every part of her, from her mouth to her sweet pussy. His fingers pumped in and out of her while he sucked on her clit. She neared an orgasm quicker than ever before. She moaned and screamed his name as she came for him. He got busy licking her dry.

  "I'm not done with you, but I want to move the bitch so she can have a better view while I fuck you." He turned and grabbed the bitch by her hair, and dragged her to the wall. He propped her up and gave her a nice hard slap for good measure. When he turned around, Seraphine was behind him with a present. In her hands, she held a glistening, silver knife. She bit her swollen lips and waited for him to make a choice. There was no question, he took his offering and walked to the man's body lying on the floor next to them. Without a word, he grabbed the man’s hair, picked his head off the floor, winked at the gagged, sobbing woman, and slit his throat from ear to ear. That's when Seraphine knew she wasn't letting him go.

  The sex that followed was nothing short of spectacular, and the bitch was forced to watch. He only stopped to remove his ex's gag and choke her with his cock, covered in Seraphine’s pussy. Once the mess was dealt with, and the bodies disposed of, Seraphine lead Jasper to her room. The same room, where two years later, he called home.

  Every time she thought about how he walked into her life, her pussy got soaked and she couldn't wait to have him inside her. The beauty that walked in with him this time, was also hers. They stayed and played together, but they knew they belonged to Seraphine, and Seraphine alone. Ivy had long, brown, wavy hair, and green eyes that popped against her ivory skin. She first walked into Seraphine's for very different reasons than Jasper had.

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  Late on a Monday night, a brunette bombshell walked through the door of Seraphine’s. Makeup ran down her beautiful face, her hair stuck to her tear stained cheeks, and her clothes were ripped.

  "Make me forget," she practically begged.

  "What's your name, love?" Seraphine walked around the counter and placed an arm around her shoulders.

  "Ivy," she sobbed.

  She leads her out of the office and back to her room, where Jasper waited for her to come to bed.

  "Babe, this is Ivy and she needs to forget." Nothing else was said, there was no need. Jasper and Seraphine were attuned enough with each other that few words were required.

  As he ran a warm bath, she slowly stripped Ivy down to nothing. Ivy trembled, but made no move to stop her. Being led to the bathroom, they placed her in the tub like a helpless child. Jasper and Seraphine both climbed in and began to wash and touch her. From behind, Jasper washed Ivy's hair, while Seraphine's lips found her mouth. Ivy's body arched into the kiss and she moaned. Seraphine slipped her fingers in and out of her. Jasper finished washing her hair, and his hands began to roam her body as he sucked on her neck. In one fluid motion, Ivy was picked up and placed on his throbbing cock. Seraphine took Ivy’s nipples, one at a time, into her mouth as Jasper fucked her. Between the tears that steadily flowed, Ivy's moans of pleasure could not be hidden. As the orgasm took over, Ivy was ready to pass out with his dick still in her. Seraphine and Jasper rinsed and dried her off, then put her in their bed.

  "Can I stay?" Ivy whispered before letting the dark overcome her.

  Chapter One

  Ivy

  An
other day, another gruesome look at the demons allowed to overcome their very existence. She was by no means an angel. She had regrets and desires just like everyone else that makes their way through the doors of Seraphine’s. Watching as a woman carved her initials into the skin of the asshole that cheated on her made her stomach turn. Seraphine and Jasper host the pursuers of vengeance; the guests with more than just a good time on their minds. Of course, the price they pay to have a good time left them with a very stable lifestyle.

  She had stumbled through this door with one thing on her mind; she needed to forget, and she was promised that she would. Some promises are impossible to keep, but the way Jasper and Sera cared for her, took her in, and didn’t abandon her at her weakest moment, left her indebted to them. That night was relived every time she closed her eyes. His silvery gray eyes filled with hate were a constant reminder of the sins she was accused of committing. I didn’t cheat. I was good.

  “Welcome to Seraphine’s.” The opening door tears her from the one thing that she can’t escape, while the words robotically leave her mouth in response to the bell ringing.

  Before she had a chance to look up, a muffled scream echoed through the lobby, “I need to shut her the fuck up. What do you have for me?” She had to keep reminding herself that they ran a business, and the business was what kept her safe. Grab the paperwork, Ivy. Hand him the pen. Avoid eye contact with the girl… Dammit, I forgot the rest!

  “Fuck or fight?” Jasper comes to her rescue with the last question. He always came to the rescue. He was the first man to ever show her any type of niceties. Jasper saved her the night she walked through those same doors that… Craig, his name was Craig based on the paperwork, just walked through. She was nothing like Craig, though. She was looking for an escape.

  Jasper and Craig exchanged words that her ears suddenly found incapable of distinguishing. She was staring. Staring was the least she could do. The girl that had been tied up and forced into their lobby was pleading with her silently. She found herself wanting to help that girl. Good girls helped people, didn’t they? She was the product of being forced into a situation that she wanted to escape. Maybe that woman did nothing wrong as she didn’t. The blood on her hands was of…

  “Ivy, I need you,” Jasper ripped her back to reality as he made his demands, “grab the keys to room 109.”

  As she cleared her thoughts and focused on Jasper’s soft tones while urgently gaining her attention, she retrieved the key to hell. Few people survived this room. Handing it to Jasper in exchange for the completed paperwork and cash payment for the room, she looked to the floor to avoid the girl that was in for one hell of a night; if she survived it.

  Jasper’s mouthed the words, ‘Thank you’, as he pulled the key from her hand. She was left with a handful of paperwork. She immediately started busying herself to take away from what was about to happen to the unwilling occupant of room 109.

  She scanned the paperwork into the computer system, a new process, but going paperless made it easier to destroy necessary files should it come down to it. They were careful with what is done there, but anything could happen and Sera wasn't willing to see how difficult it would be to destroy the paper trail. With digital copies, they only needed to make a run with the hard-drive. Once the files were successfully uploaded into the room file, she shredded them. Destroying as much evidence as possible left them with less chance of being caught. Let’s be real, what they did was far from legal. Like, the farthest thing from legal.

  A few of their rooms are accessible from the inside, and they would be using one closest to the incinerator. The screams and the fight could be heard, as the dark haired girl was hauled down the hallway. She looked up from her distraction long enough to see Jasper grab the girl and toss her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. There was no tenderness in his touch, no empathy in his expression, and no emotion in his eyes. This was a job; a job that Jasper was very good at.

  The door to room 109 opened and closed, muting the girl and her pleas for help. Sometimes she wanted to help them, she wanted to free them from the monsters that had brought them there, but this wasn’t who she was anymore. That Ivy was stripped of any strength that she could offer. She was a shell of a person that she used to be. Seraphine knew that when she walked through the door, but her pleas were granted.

  “Thank you for calling Seraphine’s.” She despised answering the phone. They offered many services within their establishment, but there was always some tourist that wanders through town having no idea what to expect when they pull in. Those were the patrons that she struggled with on the phone. The ones that were oblivious to the motel they were trying to occupy in a foreign city. And they rented to swells as well.

  She hit the speaker button to collect the information she was going to need, “I am going to be traveling that direction and your motel was the closest to the interstate,” he seemed clueless enough to book it.

  “When will you be traveling?” They didn’t necessarily require reservations, but for swells that have no idea the fun they could have, they had a select number of pleasant rooms available.

  “October thirty-first,” he cleared his throat before continuing, “only for one night, please.”

  Tapping the pen against her teeth, she was a little concerned that he would be conveniently rooming with them during the busiest time of their year. I guess he will learn his lesson.

  “I do have an opening on Halloween. Do you have any special requests?” She was losing her patience when she noticed Sera standing in the hallway, waiting for room 109 to finish.

  The phone was silent as she waited for the desire to show its face. It didn't, “No, as long as I can smoke and fuck, I’ll be fine.” Her clit pulsates at the way the word “fuck” rolled off his tongue. She was suddenly eager for him to stay with them. Secretly she was hoping his desires include… her. “My name is Julian. My assistant will call you back with my credit card.”

  “Before you go, Julian, I am going to need a phone number.” She wrote down the information that Sera requires before reserving a room, “I will wait for the payment type before confirming your reservation.”

  “Thanks, love. I will be in touch.” He disconnected the call as Sera made her way down the hall.

  “Who was that? You look like you just came.” Sera mocked my stance, placing her fingers over her clit. “Whoever that was, he will be the reason you cum tonight. Enjoy.”

  She turned on her heels, and made her way back to Jasper as she tried to justify the call, “It was only a swell.”

  “Uh, huh” Sera turned to me and winked, then continued her stroll to the incinerator.

  Room 109 would be vacant of 1 less girl tonight.