The Prize of Dysprosium

Chapter IX: Inside Scoops and Cheesy Kisses

I remember that I closed the hidden door again as far as I could without giving myself away. Then I turned around and made my way further down the passage. I fell over multiple other hidden doors, but I had had more than enough fetishes for one night. Instead I walked until I came to the end where a last door invited me to open it. Hoping to maybe see something more normal this time, I cracked it adjacent and peeked out. There was dead quiet, and the room was existing in the dim lights from the lampposts outside, shining in through a giant window. Quietly I moved inside. It was more personal than the white room the Ministers Carlina used for their twincest, there were a few paintings on the wall and more color on the furniture. There was an abundance of makeup on the desk and a pair of 10 kilo weights in the corner.

I slid inside, thinking I could get out through the other non-secret door when I realized the blankets on the bed were rising and falling. Instinctly, I stepped closer to try and make out the faces of the people sleeping and had to stifle a scream with my hand. It was no other than Remus Thelonious, the Potentate himself, lying with his arms and legs strewn over his wife Hera like he was holding her down with the knotted robes of his limps. Like he had entwined her in a prison of vines.

The first wife was, and still is, truly a beautiful woman, her hair a rare shade of strawberry blonde – the third ever blonde I've seen. But that wasn't what I noticed in that room because her eyes were stark open, staring at me in the darkness. She was going to scream and I was going to get arrested and either thrown in jail or receive corporal punishment for attempted murder on the Potentate and his wife in the middle of the night. Minister Milla and Minister Carlton would maybe try and help me to conceal their secrets, but they had no hand in me sneaking out in the middle of the night. The first wife didn't scream though. Instead she raised a single finger to her lips in an unmistakable gesture that I should be quiet. Then she simply closed her eyes.

For what felt like an eternity I didn't move, standing so close to danger I was paralyzed. But I couldn't stay forever. The first wife had given me an opportunity and I would be a fool not to take it. So as soon as my brain kicked in, I made my way through the room and let myself out with only the creak of the door to accompany me.

In the hallway, which was officially lit by lamps and not covered in darkness, I allowed myself to finally breathe again. What the Hell was I thinking? I should get back to my customers immediately so I wouldn't get into any trouble, but then I heard the recognizable steps of Pacifiers coming my way, and I turned and ran in the other direction, hoping I'd bump into something like a map over the place.

I already knew there were at least one secret passage, but that was it really. Except for the parking lot and the way up to the white room, I knew nothing. For a little while I wandered the hallways aimlessly, trying to figure out how exactly the place was screwed together and wishing for a pad or even an old-fashioned map.

And then there was a metal slide downwards like it was made for trolleys, and I thought about the Cave which wonders were always downstairs, and so I descended the slide.

I pushed open a pair of double acting doors and stepped into a grand kitchen. It was so neatly clean and sparkling I would have had no reservations eating off the floor. The fridge itself was probably the size of my old roommate Smeet's and my room at home, and it was evident from the long metal tables that this wasn't a place to eat but a place to prepare food so it could be served somewhere else.

And there was a boy in pajamas buttons and a t-shirt sitting at one of them, scooping chocolate ice cream into his mouth through a cardboard container.

"Uh, hi," he said and waved at me with the spoon. The sound halfway drowned in the ice cream he was trying to stop from sliding down his chin.

"I didn't mean to intrude," I mumbled and looked away.