Chapter 1

I must say it's surprisingly hard to know where to begin, Max! I just don't think it's possible to give you a coherent story in chronological order, because of course there isn't a 'story' in the true sense of the word. only a series of 'things that happened', and most of them aren't connected to each other at all. I'll just have to do my best, and hope my readers will find something to interest them.

Perhaps I ought to start by saying that it wasn't really my house at all, even though the place was registered in my name. It was actually owned by The Organization, and I was merely a fairly well-paid employee. I was given a pretty free hand with the girls themselves, and with the customers: but most of the policy decisions were taken by the accountant and the steward, both of whom lived on the premises. They reported directly to Don Marco, The Organization's 'baron' for the New England area: and I suppose you could say he was the real boss of the place. he certainly visited us quite frequently. I used to get on with him quite well: he was always very polite, and he would listen to you when you talked to him, which is a fairly rare virtue these days! So what he did to me at the end came as a really terrible personal shock. But I'll deal with that later: and I expect you'll say I should have known better. though it's hard to see what a mere employee can do when someone of Don Marco's calibre decides he's going to stop you! I knew he was a sadist, of course. even though he was pushing 70, and too old for active sex, he was a great voyeur; and the one thing guaranteed to bring him over to the place was the knowledge that one of the girls had earned herself a punishment whipping, or that some special customer had arranged a flagellation session. Don Marco would always be there, sitting quietly behind the see-through mirror and smiling happily to himself as the girl's screams got louder and louder. but even so, I never imagined that I could be in any danger from him! I know better now, of course, as I'd explain to you later on.

It was quite a big house. about 20 girls; and I had a couple of matrons under me to help look after them. We were pretty expensive. just an ordinary straight lay cost $50, and the man would be expected to buy drinks on top of that, of course: and as a result you had to be fairly rich to be a regular customer of ours. and if you're rich, you're more likely to be influential than if you're poor. So we didn't get any interference from the police. and in return it was understood that we were to run a discreet operation, and cause no public scandal. and who wants that in our line of business anyway? Well, what with The Organization as our owners, and the Boston Brahmins as our clientele, and the police turning a blind eye to us, we soon became properly established: and then we started catering for specialized tastes. the fetishists, the masochists, and so on. (One of the things you should be congratulated on, Max, here in the Club, is your programme of sadist exhibitions. People used to come to my place and get very annoyed when they heard what it would cost them to whip one of my girls into unconsciousness: they don't seem to realize that she won't be able to work for a couple of weeks, and that they've got to make good the loss of earnings. so it's a pretty expensive business in a brothel! You don't know how lucky you are here, with your team of 'enthusiastic amateurs'. ).

The building itself was something quite special. Before The Organization got hold of it, it had been the New England Junior Democratic Club, and you'd be surprised if you knew how little it cost to convert the place to its new role! The public amenities were fantastic. an indoor swimming pool, and a couple of sauna baths in the basement: a billiard-room which made a perfect theatre-cum-cine-ma: a couple of splendid reception rooms on the ground floor, just the right size for a mass orgy: a library into which The Organization put some very high-class pornography. The second and third floors were already split up into little bachelor bedrooms. about ten of them on each floor, each with its own tiny bathroom. the Junior Democrats certainly knew how to make themselves comfortable!. and what could be more convenient, from our point of view? We turned the top floor into staff quarters and offices. I had a comfortable little apartment all to myself, and there were rooms for my matrons, Don Marco's two henchmen, and our four Negroes. who were handymen by day, and bouncers in the evening; and of course we used them in our exhibitions all the time, so they were happy enough!

Down in the basement we had our store-rooms, two or three little lock-up rooms that were used as cells when need arose. (not merely for our own girls. in fact, very rarely: but don't forget we were owned by The Organization. and every now and then we would be told to 'put someone up for the night'; we just did as we were told, and if we thought we recognized a face from the newspaper headlines. well, we never asked any questions!) Also down in the basement were three soundproof rooms, where our masochist customers used to go to get themselves whipped: here too our girls would receive their punishments. (always with Don Marco sitting quietly in the narrow little passage behind the see-through mirror), and here would take place the occasional flagellation session, when some millionaire decided he was feeling randy enough to spend the $1000 that was the basic charge. (One of the millionaires outsmarted The Organization over this flagellation business. We had a very beautiful kid of 19 called Candy, who had a high threshold of pain, and must have been quite delightful to whip if your tastes lay that way. This chap. he was a steel king, if I remember rightly. paid for her a couple of times, and liked her very much. The next thing we knew, he took her out and married her! The Organization was very cross. but Don Marco just laughed it off; the steel man was really too important to get the usual treatment of a beating-up, anyway. and besides, I think Don Marco rather respected him: Candy was a nice girl, who was not likely to embarrass her husband in public; while in private, he could whip her little arse as much as he liked. and all for free! But you needn't think The Organization often got outsmarted like that!)

So there we were, on top of the world. A beautiful house, twenty lovely girls, a nice clientele, and a police force that never worried us. Everything was going for me in those days, Max and I'd be there still. if Don Marco hadn't played that lousy trick, and then had his heart attack before he could straighten things out! Ah well!. 'Tout passe, toute casse, tout lasse', as the saying goes: and I know you'll want me to get on and tell you some of the things that used to go on.