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climbed back into her lonely bed and fell back to sleep.
    Troy stared at the ceiling. His mouth tasted of cotton, and his cock ached from overuse. Damn, he tried to remember the last night. How the hell did it get so fucked up? First, he had plans to finalize the bridal registries. He and Diana had appointments at Target and Macy’s. So, after blowing off Liam, he showed up at Diana’s apartment. She was fuck’n bridezilla! Everything was wrong, from the colors to his mother’s guest list. Before he knew what happened, she was screaming about assigned seating at the reception. He stormed out. Yeah, maybe he should have tried to calm her down, but she was over the freak’n top!
    Then, he went to the sports bar, the one with the cute waitresses in short shorts. He remembered a brunette with amazing green eyes. He suddenly felt around his bed. No, he was definitely alone. Her shift ended at ten. She sat with him and made him eat some food. Her eyes and her attention where completely devoted to him. As much as Troy wanted to give her more, Cindy, yes, that was her name, he couldn’t. He didn’t want to do that to Diana.
    It was the rest of the night that is still fuzzy. Liam convinced Cindy that he would get Troy home. But, they did not go home. The memories were returning. Troy’s white ceiling became a screen for the recollections surging through his brain.
    Liam took him to a club in South Chicago, The Creation Inferno. Of course, he’d heard of it. Everyone had! It had a reputation, being one of those places that only a few select frequent. Nonetheless, the big black guy at the door recognized Liam, and let them pass ahead of other waiting patrons.
    Troy remembered scenes like he’d only seen in porno flicks. In addition, he remembered a man, a domineering yet charismatic presence. Rubbing his temples Troy remembered the man, Liam’s father, the owner of Inferno. It wasn’t the man that raised Liam, no that was his stepfather. This is his biological daddy, someone Troy had never met before.
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    “Man, we can’t get in here. It is like some exclusive club.” Troy said as Liam’s Mercedes slid up to the large brick building with red lights around the entrance. The illusion of flames shot from behind the name Inferno Creation .
    “Yeah, I think we can. Besides, I think this place will open your eyes to real women.”
    Troy felt important as they walked past the people in line. Liam whispered in the bouncer’s ear. Immediately the velvet rope lifted. Troy recalled walking down a long hallway. Metaphorically, it was like passing through the vaginal canal. What he saw – what he experienced – on the other end of that journey, changed everything. I am now a different man, reborn. Damn, he was getting hard just thinking about it.
    Liam took him to an area with a stage. It was like a strip club, but the women weren’t teasing, they were advertising. Fuck, it didn’t matter if you screwed the female on stage. A waitress was more than happy to take care of your needs. Every one of them would gladly blow-you right there, in the restaurant, or take you in the back and let you have your way.
    The club didn’t just offer sex. Troy saw women punished for their transgressions. There was one waitress, a tall red-head named Desiree. She upset a customer by bringing him the wrong drink. Troy had to wonder if it was her fault or if maybe the bartender set her up. It didn’t seem to matter. The female was taken on stage. There she was stripped of her small skirt and top. All that remained was a collar with a padlock, all the waitresses wore one, and high black heeled shoes. Every female also had the same tattoo on their right ass cheek – CI (Creation Inferno) within the shape of a diamond. Desiree was tied, spread eagle to two poles. From his seat, Troy could see the sheen from her wet pussy reflecting in the stage lights. Next, the customer was offered the opportunity to go on stage and punish her.
    Troy’s dick