The Rematch Fic: Bad End 3 - The Brothel Floor.
By DeepediaMCS

Nathan moved to the second floor of the Khess Klub to avoid being caught by Malia. The second floor, as the information he received from Malia, was the ‘hot’ floor where you can hire the girls on this floor to do lap dance or more spicy sexual activities; it was an open brothel.

Just as he reached the second floor, Nathan saw several familiar faces, mostly the cheerleaders that Evan had used as pawns back then. There were also a few of the nuns whom I had taken control of before. The young cheerleaders and the middle-aged nuns created a contrast in the age group, but there was a similarity between them: all of them looked like whores you could meet in the shady alleyway. Not even the nun was spared by Evan. Instead of loose garb and habit, they were in skimpy mini dresses that barely covered their pussy. These nuns now looked like a washed-up, jaded whore who had been in this business for years, ironic that just a week ago, they were women of God.

Ughh…just looking at them makes me feel sick. Nathan was hit by waves of guilty feelings. He shouldn't have involved the nuns in Evan's sick game in the first place.

Nathan was trying to avoid interacting with these whore because he was feeling guilty, but avoiding them all was impossible, as they were very proactive. Two women approached Nathan as he looked around.

“Hello, sir. You are a lucky customer. For the price of one, you can get the two of us, mother and daughter pair, to serve you for a short time. Are you interested?”

Mother and daughter? They aren’t a mother and daughter! Even if Nathan was not too familiar with them, he knew that these women weren’t a mother and daughter. The young one was Melanie Jones; she was one of the cheerleaders, and if his memories weren’t wrong, the old woman that Melanie called ‘mother’ was Sister Petra, one of the nuns that Evan now controlled. The body, which was hidden behind a nun's loose garb, was displayed unashamedly this time in a skimpy pothole dress. Her face was caked in thick whoris makeup. But the most shocking was her new big chest. It seemed that Evan gave these former nuns a wholesale of cheap tits implants to attract attention. The only similarity between them was that both of them had matching platinum blonde hair colors.

Anyway, if Melanie called Sister Petra her mother, what happened to her real parents when she whore herself in this kind of place?

Right, Christophe would have handled the matter to clean up after Evan’s oversight. The existence of this brothel-cum-club itself is already going against the law, but as Christophe said, the authority couldn’t touch him unless he was taken by surprise.

“Sorry, I’m not interested,” Nathan answered.

But the two didn’t give up yet. They flanked Nathan, each of them grabbed Nathan by his arm.

“C’mon, don’t be shy, you look like a new face here. We offer a tryout lapdance for a newcomer like you. Nobody ever left unsatisfied from our duo’s service. ”

Nathan was playing along with them for now, and let him being dragged away by the two. It’s better than being caught by Malia and then brought back to witness the transformed Dr. Mallory demeaning herself.

The two dragged him to one of the booths.

“Shouldn’t you girls have to do a background check on my identity first before giving me a free lap dance? Maybe you will waste time on me after knowing who I am.”

“Those who go to the second floor usually have enough money with them, and we didn’t worry that they didn’t pay. You don’t want to be on the bad side of the Master.”

Nathan noticed the two suddenly had a dreamy look.

“Master Evan is superior. Master Evan is ubermen. Whoever goes against Master Evan will become miserable. Like the loser,” the two suddenly said the sentences like they were reciting some mantra.

That kind of tacky mantra again. Did Evan not get bored hearing his doll praising him that way? But what I expect from a narcissistic prick like him. Nathan complained inside his mind.

“Like the loser? Who is the loser?” The answer was obvious; it might refer to him, but Nathan was curious.

“Anybody who went against Master Evan is a loser,” Melanie answered.

“Melanie, do you recognize me?” He asked.

“You? Did we meet before?” The platinum blonde-haired cheerleader whore was confused.

She didn’t remember that she and her fellow cheerleaders were sent to terrorize my dorm every morning by Evan. Should I tell them my name?

He knew that telling them his name and membership status would trigger some sort of ‘special’ reaction that Evan had set in their mind. Granted, their ‘special’ reaction could be varied, but he bet that Evan had prepared them to humiliate him. Ironically, it became his best stop to stop himself from taking advantage of these innocent women turned sluts.

“Can I ask you something first, before you two give me a lap dance?”

“If it’s not about the lap dance or our service, you can keep the question for later. Now, be a good boy, and let mommy take care of you,” said Sister Petra, turning my question down.

Sister Petra was climbing on my lap, while Melanie waited for her turn.

Fuck. Nathan cursed. He would enjoy it if the one who did it weren’t a former nun who got brainwashed because of his mistake.

“I’m Nathan Greene. I’m a special member,” the boy shouted.

The change of reaction was instant. Melanie lost her flirty smile and gained a look of disgust on her face.

“Stop riding him, mommy. He’s Nathan Greene. He’s a cheapass loser,” Melanie said with a mocking tone.

“Eww…why didn’t you tell us your name at the start, loser?” Sister Petra stood up from my lap and rebuked me.

“I have been trying to tell you.”

“Go away, loser. No whore on the second floor will want to do anything with you if they know you are that Nathan Green, and we will make sure everybody on this floor knows!” Sister Petra threatened.

That will solve my problem of trying not to fuck these women. One problem solved, but there’s still another problem I need to solve.

“Hey, before I go, don’t your Master tell you to give me some special information?”

The pair of ‘mother’ and ‘daughter’ looked at each other.

“It seems true. You may ask us questions,” the middle-aged lady said, but then she undressed from her dress.

Melanie did the same. The two were now naked. Sister Petra then gave Melanie a quick wet kiss on her lips.

Nathan looked flabbergasted at the sudden show they did. He didn’t know the sexual orientation of Melanie, but Sister Petra surely wouldn’t be a lesbian. The two finished kissing a moment later and looked back at the boy’s puzzled face.

“Master instructed that we should give you a show while we answer your question. To show you what you can’t get,” Melanie explained. “So, ask away. We will answer them when we aren’t busy with ourselves.”

The girl then pulled Sister Petra’s head to her bosom. The former nun suckled Melanie’s tits.

It’s as if Evan were trying to gloat in front of him.

Nathan took a deep breath, calming his mind down. He needed to focus on his objective of seeking information.

“Do you know Abby and Denise? Are they on this floor?” Nathan asked.

After a few moments, the two finally paused and bothered to answer Nathan’s question, “Abby and Denise? Never heard of them, have you know some whore here named Abby and Denise, mommy?”

Sister Petra shook her head.

Nathan had a late realization that asking them about Abby and Denise would get him no answer. Considering how Evan had changed these women’s names. His two former friends wouldn’t be called Abby and Denise anymore. What could he do to identify them?

The pattern! Malia had a rook tattoo, and Dr. Mallory had bishop piece earrings. So, Abby and Denise should have something related to the knight's piece.

“Have you known someone who had a knight’s piece tattoo or wore a knight’s piece earring? If you didn’t know, that looks like a horse.”

“A horse tattoo, or earring? Let me think a bit.” The blonde former nun muttered. “Honey, help me think.”

“Yes, mommy.”

It was Melanie's turn to kneel in front of Sister Petra. She proceeded to lick the older woman’s cunt until the former nun moaned in ecstasy. Melanie stopped licking Sister Petra’s cunt to give her ‘mommy’ room for breath.

Sister Petra regulated her breathing and calmed down, “I think I know a person who fits your criteria. It should be Ponies. Ponies is pretty popular whore here because of how kinky and hot she was. A loser like you wouldn’t have a chance with her.”

“So, where could I find this Ponies person?” Nathan ignored her mocking tone and asked another question.

“If you are lucky, she will come out from one of the booths. If it’s the person you seek, you should be able to tell if it's her,” the slutty middle-aged whore answered before she went back to have lesbian sex with Melanie.

Nathan wasn’t interested in watching the two any longer and came out of the booth.

He walked around the second floor. When a whore tried to get close to him, he would tell them his name, and they looked at him in disgust and moved away. After observing whores coming in and out of the sex booths around the floor, finally, from one of the booths, she came out. Ponies. Or formerly, he knew her as Denise. She was formerly a goth girl, then Evan made her act like a bimbo, but she seemed to regain a bit of her dark look. But she wasn’t the old her. Ponies cranked the fetish part of the fetish goth to another level. She had a thick glittery purple eyeshadow covering her eyes, black blusher on her cheeks, and black lipstick. Her sable-black hair was put into a sporty ponytail. She was wearing a leather harness one-piece body suit that criss-crossed all over her torso down to her crotch. A bicorn tattoo was tattoed on her upper left tit. While the unicorn symbolizes purity and virginity, the bicorn usually symbolizes lewdness and slutiness. Her nipples were only covered with black pasties. Her arm was covered with black latex opera gloves. But the bottom half was what made Nathan quite shocked. She had a horse tail dangling from her rear. Probably from a buttplug attached to her asshole. And she was wearing these pony-girl thigh-high boots, which had quite an extreme angle. Denise was never much of a high heels girl and preferred mules or flats.

The two made eye contact; she looked shocked, and the latex-clad girl then smirked at him before she turned away. Nathan quickly chased after her.

The words from Sister Petra that Ponies was a popular whore were not exaggerated. Ponies/Denise was already dragging a man to come to the booth with her.

“I need to talk with you,” Nathan said to Denise.

“Hey, man, don’t you know the first come first serve rules in this place? I was here first. Wait your turn!” Ponies’ client complained.

“You hear him, Nate, first come first serve. I don’t expect you even here. I thought that Master Evan decided to dump you in the wilderness,” Ponies said in a snarky tone.

Her words successfully stunned Nathan because unlike Dr. Mallory or other girls he had met, Denise wasn’t a blank. She called him by his name and could even recall that kind of event.

“You remember?”

“Of course, I remember how your loser pathetic ass thinks that you can best, Master..”

“Is he your friend?” Ponies’ new client suddenly interjected into their conversation curiously.

“Friend? Not anymore. I can’t believe I was friends with him before. He was a big liar, a loser who didn’t want to accept his loss. Thankfully, Master Evan set things straight.”

A big sore loser who didn’t want to accept his loss? These words were more suitable to describe Evan.

“So, why are you here, Nate? Do you want to hire me for fun too? Sorry, I think you have to queue for quite a long time. ” Ponies asked with amused jeer.

“Talia. I want to know where she is. She said that I can find a clue in this place.”

“Ah…that ingrate slut.”

Talia was once quite a close friend with her, but Denise no longer had any qualms about bad-mouthing her friend after what the ingrate slut tried to do to their Master.

Ponies continued, “Have you asked other whores on this floor for information?”

Nathan nodded.

“So, you should know the rules for asking us for information set by the Master.”

I can ask them a question, but I need to watch them doing sexual things with others.

“I will watch,” Nathan said. For Talia’s sake.

“Mister, the creep here wants to watch us have sex. Do you want to let him watch us?” Ponies asked her client.

“If he wants to watch, let him watch. Just as long as he is silent on the corner. ”

In the booth, Nathan could only watch the man fuck his dear former friend. The man was fucking Ponies in the ass. Her horsetail buttplug had been thrown by the man and landed near Nathan’s feet.

“Yes, pry open my ass hole with your cock…Stuff me with your cock, fuck your goth slut!” Ponies moaned.

The man was holding her ponytail like a rein. He was riding her from behind.

“Fuck yes. fill my asshole, go deep inside me. Unload your cum inside my hole!”

“I’m cumming!”

Ponies gritted her teeth. The man’s hip bucked. He came inside her asshole.

The man slowly pulled his cock out of her asshole. Cum started to leak out of her asshole once the man got his cock out.

“Totally worth the money. Boy, you should try her if you have a chance. Anyway, can you throw the butt plug to me?”

Nathan was in a daze when the man tried to strike up a conversation with him. He was still filled with disbelief and pity. Nathan didn’t shy away from watching his friend get railed by the man and acted like a slut. He was a normal guy. He was overwhelmed by visual stimulation ever since he got to this club. He hated it; his heart ached, he wanted to close his eyes and cover his ears to ignore them, but he didn’t. He didn’t know what the girl would do if he tried to ‘cheat’ by not watching them. Evan’s sick mind would have thought of a way to force him to watch his friends and loved ones debase themselves. Nathan felt that he could hold his sanity, so he wouldn’t make things more complicated. Yet.

“Boy, can you throw the butt plug to me?” The man repeated.

Nathan finally registered what the man said and threw the horse tail butt plug at the man.

“Thanks,” the man put the plug back in Ponies’ asshole to keep his cum inside her. “I will leave you two to have your boring talk.”

The man left the room. Ponies gradually recover.

“Are you okay?” Nathan asked the goth girl in a concerned voice. Though she was controlled by Evan. Denise was still his friend even if she didn’t consider the same.

“I’m okay. The man’s dick can’t be compared to master anyway. But in this job, you need to learn how to act,” Denise replied as she recovered from the fucking.

Now that he found she was fine, Nathan reminded about his goal.

“So, answer me, where is Talia right now?”

To Be Continued.