Merlin's Hookah

Merlin's Hookah 12

                        CHAPTER 12

   After checking in the supply delivery that came in and getting a drink D-rock went back to the table Capt. Browneye was sitting at and sat down.

"What's happening Browneye? Figured you would be back at The House of Butt by now", said D-rock.

"Was gonna leave but there was still business to attend too and money to be made", answered Capt.Browneye.

"That's cool man make your money while you can. Think Mr.Nave is gonna be alright? He was pretty pissed when he left, ha ha ha", laughed D-rock.

"Yeah he'll get over it, he'll probably gonna be screwing that cute little nympho of his for awhile before he even gets close to the tower. I wish I had her workin for me, I could really be rollin in the dough", said Browneye.

"No doubt man, well I gotta go now. Time to start shutting this place down and get ready for a safe count. Looks like scaley little kobold bitch has one on the hook. GO SLOBBY BOBBY SUCK ANOTHER KNOBBIE!!!! Ha ha ha", laughed D-rock as he walked away.

   Capt. Browneye sat there and continued to tally up his take for the night here at the Skylet. Renting the back room was a very good idea.I been taking in a lot more extra money without cutting into the profit at The House of Butt, he thought to himself.

   Looking up Capt. saw 3 individuals walking up to his table. 2 of them massively muscled trolls in hard leather armor, swords at their waists. The 3rd was an elf, he was wearing a velvety purple suit with shiny black shoes. There was a zebra striped band around his wide brimmed hat with a big, fluffy, fat white feather in it at an angle to the back. He came to a stop in front of Capt. Browneye's table.

"Are you the one named Capt. Browneye?", asked the man in purple.

"Yes I am good sir, how may I help you?"

"My name is Slick Willy, I come to you representing the Pimps Guild. Is there any place we can talk in private?", asked Willy.

"Sir I was just getting ready to leave here and return to my place of business, if you follow me back there we can talk in my office", answered Browneye.

   It was a short ride across town, they went from the business district all the way to the fun side. The Zone as the locals call it, this is where you find all the bars and night clubs, the gambling dens and pleasure houses. Up till now this is where one would go to get your knob polished or your salad tossed. Capt.Browneye changed that, his back room at Skylet saved the people passing thru that were horny a trip across town.

   They arrived, The House of Butt. It was a 2 story building that was old and run down. Capt. B had been repairing it as he could. But even with the extra money from the back room it was taking time. They walked thru front door and into the lobby. There were all different races of ladies of the night lounging around on couches and bean bags. All were nice and clean, smelling good from which ever scented oil they chose to wear. The guys followed Capt. B thru the room back to his office.

"Please have a seat gentlemen", said Capt. Browneye as he shut the door.

   Slick Willy took the highback chair in front of the desk while his bodyguards stood to either side off the door, Capt.B took his seat behind the desk.

"What may I do for you sir?", asked Browneye.

"Actually it is what WE can do for you, said Willy. We have been keeping tabs on you ever since you took over this business endever. Since taking over you have done very well. You have doubled the business, improved the quality of the ladies and have made a growing name for yourself. My associates and I now feel you are ready to join the guild. However, there are some stipulations that must be met."

"Wow, I was not expecting this. Are you serious, you're not jerkin my meat are you?", asked Browneye.

"More serious than your cock on a chopping block my friend", stated Slick Willy.

"What are your terms, what must I do?"

"Rumor has it you enjoy sucking the pole and engaging in some back door buggery. Is this true? This is strictly forbidden to our pimps", said Willy.

"Err, ahh, it used to be but ever since I have opened the back room I have not indulged myself. I have been to busy with work and running things", answered Capt.Browneye.

"Once you are in the guild and we find out you have as you put it indulged, you will be put out in s very permanent way if you know what I mean. We have a reputation to uphold and weenie bumping is not a part of it. Do you completely understand what I am saying? We are making  a special case for your seeing as how well you are doing here."

"Yes sir, I completely understand", answered Browneye.

"Ok then we will be sending  some workers over here, they will be renovating your building a little. You know paint, rugs, furniture and stuff. Plus any exterior repairs needed. When you're with us you can't be looking like a bunch of guttet sluts and cum guzzlers in a barn man you dig me? You're wardrobe needs an upgrade also, the taylor I'm sending will see to that. To free you up and give you more time for pimpin I am gonna assign one of my top bitches by the name of Ileane here to be your Madame. She will see to your ho's and the outfits, hygene, appearance, shit like that. She will also handle the numbers, which is our next issue. Our services and assistance are not free, our standard fee is 15% of your weekly profit. Do you agree to my terms?"

Without thinking twice Capt.Browneye says,"Hells yeah man!"

"Good, good. She will also be made aware of your sexual history and our agreement about that. Any indiscretion will be reported by her, are we 100% clear on this?", ask Willy.

"Yes sir", answered Browneye.

   Willy signaled to one of his body guards.

"Bobo go to the coach and retrieve the package on the seat."

   With that the one called Bono left the room, after a couple minutes he returned carrying a box about 3 and a half foot long and 6x6 inches square with a hinged lid. He placed the box on the desk in front of Capt.Browneye.

"Go ahead, open it", Willy said.

   Capt.Browneye did so, the inside of the box was lined with purple velvet. There was a beautiful walking stick inside. The shaft was a dark stained black walnut, polished to a shine as was the brass handle. The handle was not just a simple round ball but 2 of them, it was cast to look like a pair of nuts.

"This is a gift for you, it is to be a reminder of our deal. These are the only balls you are allowed to have in your hands other than your own", said Willy. "Pimp with pride my brother."

"I will sir, I will", said Browneye lifting out the walking stick."This is an honor I will nor forget sir, thank you."

"You are welcome but show your thanks by keeping the money rolling in, that's the thanks I want. People will start arriving tomorrow any special requests for aid or work can be made through Ileane, she will be here in 2 days. I must be going now I have other meetings to attend, it wars nice meeting and talking to you sir.I'm sure we will meet again and we will see ourselves out", said Willy.

"Thank you again sir", said Capt.Browneye.

   After the 3 of them left Capt.B just sat at his desk staring at the walking stick and thinking about all that had transpired this night. Only the top Cat houses had backing by the Pimps Guild, this was fucking awsome he thought. Never in all my life did I expect something like this to happen to me. Wait till I tell the guys about this he thought, they will never believe it. The Pumps Guild here in Dingtown, I gotta celebrate. He got up and went to his liquor cabinet and dug his special bottle of rum out of the back. A 125 year old bottle of Dogs Piss a very old and sought after batch prized for is sweet flavor. It tasted nothing like the name suggested but it did have that distinct color to it. He grabbed himself a shot glass and returned to his desk and poured himself a shot. Cheers to me he thought as he tossed it back.