C4 antho - Chamber Four

Bad Cheetah ~147~
summoning a man and his hardened member while straddling
another man on a bed. My cell rings. It’s my mother.
“Hey Ma, how was work?”
The brunette puts the man’s member in her mouth.
“It’s after seven, where the hell are you?”
“With Cheetah.” There’s no sense lying; Sarah would
sniff it out in a heartbeat.
“Oh my fucking god. Where?”
“We’re fine Mom, no big―”
“Where, goddammit?”
“At the Tiger Den on 69.”
The man grabs the brunette’s hair with both hands and
pulls her head forward. The brunette gags.
My mother says, “Stay there, I’m sending the cops,” and
clicks off.
“Jesus Hubert Christ,” says Gordon, entering the room.
“Look at that filth.”
And we do, for several more minutes anyway, until the
men reposition the brunette to their liking. Gordon makes a
disgusted sound and begins thumbing through a stack of
DVDs. I tell him Sarah is sending the cops. “Excellent idea,”
he says, without looking up. “This place needs to be shut
down.” I watch more of the movie. The men are doing something
to the brunette I didn’t know was possible. She howls,
though it doesn’t sound convincing.
Gordon holds up one of the movies from the stack, eyes
bulging.
“Holy. Mother. Mary.”
I snatch it away. On the cover a naked man resembling
Cheetah is embracing another man, also naked, under the
title Backdoor Butlers 4.