Soft Pleasures

By Annie Oakfield

What goes on in The Dungeon, stays in The Dungeon.

Angie Henderson has landed her dream job as a security guard at the underground adult playground known as The Dungeon.

The Dungeon is crammed full of temptation, and irresistible forces draw her toward the clients’ naked pleasures.

But indulgence is forbidden by her employers, with severe punishment for transgressors.

But Angie and her fellow guards inevitably find ways to play . . .

READER ADVISORY: Contains nudity. And orgies, threesomes, foursomes, guys with guys and girls with girls. Whew. *Fans self*

17,000 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luminosity Publishing LLP
• Release date: Oct 17, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463905777

Annie Oakfield

Annie Oakfield is a keen writer and has been penning naughty stories since the ‘old days.’ Most of her stories were simply erotic fantasies that she shared with only a few close, friends. But with time and years of life experience, Annie now writes stories inspired by her real-life experiences, and drawn from her fantasies.Annie grew up reading fantasy and science fiction and has applied her love of these genres to a new series of erotic short stories.Annie enjoys partying with her friends into the early hours, but she is just as content to relax with a nice hot bath.

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SOFT PLEASURES

The Dungeon 3

Annie Oakfield

What goes on in The Dungeon, stays in The Dungeon.

Angie Henderson has landed her dream job as a security guard at the underground adult playground known as The Dungeon.

The Dungeon is crammed full of temptation, and irresistible forces draw her toward the clients’ naked pleasures.

But indulgence is forbidden by her employers, with severe punishment for transgressors.

But Angie and her fellow guards inevitably find ways to play . . .

READER ADVISORY: Contains nudity. And orgies, threesomes, foursomes, guys with guys and girls with girls. Whew. *Fans self*

SOFT PLEASURES

The Dungeon 3

ANNIE OAKFIELD

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SUNDAY

I couldn’t help but smile when I saw Diana the next day. The memory of what she’d gifted me sent a flush of warmth through my mind — and between my legs.

Morning, Angie.

Hi. I didn’t trust myself to say anything else, not with Tessa and Hannah nearby, although the two women were busy behind the bar.

Diana’s brow wrinkled. You’re not going to be weird about what happened, are you?

Weird? No. Excited? Definitely.

She smiled. Like the day after your first time with a guy, huh?

Or better. I grinned.

Welcome to the club. She squeezed my shoulder.

I’m only a basic member.

Oh, that’s right. You only got a taste of the other side.

You did all the tasting, I seem to remember.

There’s plenty of time to fix that.

Before I could reply, Sam appeared in the doorway, handsome in his smart suit. Meeting in ten minutes, manager’s office.

Uh-oh . . . I exchanged a guilt-ridden glance with Diana. What do they know? What have we done wrong?

Does that include us? Tessa asked from behind the small bar.

Everybody, Sam said. Once he’d gone, we stood in mystified silence, each of us alone with our thoughts. Are we in trouble?

No sense in worrying, Diana said at last, although she was clearly concerned.

I guess we’ll find out soon enough. I hope I don’t get fired.

Judging by the morose silence as we climbed the stairs a few minutes later, the same thought was eating everyone. We entered the office, one after the other, where Sam waited for us beside Daniel. Both brothers watched us carefully as we stepped inside and closed the door.

It’s come to our attention . . . Daniel began. Cold fear sent ice water through my veins. . . . that certain members of the public have been smuggling cameras into The Dungeon.

Cameras? Hannah echoed.

Sam nodded. Videos of our customer’s activities have been posted on the Internet.

Daniel continued, Naturally, this is unacceptable behavior.

Of course. Yes. Definitely, we agreed individually.

We’re asking you to be extra vigilant this week. If you see anyone with a concealed camera or loitering in a suspicious way, call me — Sam indicated his brother — or Daniel.

They’re unlikely to have it around their necks, and no one wears enough clothing to clip something on, so the camera will be in their hand. Or . . .

Sam’s mouth tightened. We’ve had word from another establishment that a man concealed a camera inside a dildo.

Aw, shit, Diana muttered.

Suspect anyone who carries something in their hand. We can’t afford to be caught out. You already know we have high-profile clients.

I nodded. Bertrand Forrest, the city mayor, was a regular visitor.

Adam’s Garden* was the other — Diana drew speech marks in the air — "establishment, wasn’t it?"

Sam frowned. How did you—

The owner is a friend of my brother.

You know Sonny?

Diana smiled. My brother knows him . . . intimately.

Oh, Sam said softly. I see. Yes, it was Sonny’s place that suffered an intrusion. But they caught the guy, and the videos were taken down.

Hannah shuffled nervously. So, if the guy was caught, how do we know who to look out for?

We don’t. Daniel sighed. You ladies are our best defense.

We’ll watch out for you, Diana said firmly. Don’t worry.

They might not hit us, Sam pointed out. But we need to be prepared.

Okay, that’s all. Daniel rubbed his hands together. Go and get ready for opening time.

And take care of each other. Sam’s gaze met mine before shifting to Diana. I stiffened. Did he know already?

We will, she affirmed. Behind us, Hannah opened the door and left, followed by Tessa. Diana tapped my elbow, and we went out, closing the door behind us.

Oh, wow, I whispered. "That was