The smoking man parked his car across the street from the Golden Leaf Holistic Personal Care Spa. He threw his trilby hat on the backseat and loosened his tie, unbuttoning the top button. He checked his watch - it was 4:15 PM.

The street The Golden Leaf was on was quiet. Garbage bags were stacked up on the sidewalk. There was a shop next to The Golden Leaf that had once sold electronics and gifts, but it was boarded up now. A faded poster was stuck to the wooden boards of the abandoned shop that said - “REPORT WORKPLACE AGITATORS”. Further down the street was the burnt out shell of a bookstore, and the faded and charred sign above the store said - “THE RARE AND INTERESTING BOOK SHOP”.

The smoking man climbed out of his car and walked to the rear. He unlocked the boot, looking up and down the street. He lifted the boot and took out his warrant card and threw it in the empty trunk space. He then unclipped his shoulder holster and placed the holster and his firearm inside the boot. He closed the boot and locked it.

The smoking man crossed the road and approached the door of the Golden Leaf Holistic Personal Care Spa. The windows were covered in thick burgundy velvet curtains, and the door was blacked out. Inside of the door was a red neon sign that said “OPEN”.

The smoking man opened the door and stepped inside. The inside of the spa was an area about 3 meters by 3 meters. There was a narrow wooden reception desk with a hotel style bell on top of it. There was a vase of dried flowers on the reception desk, and an incense burner that wasn’t burning any incense. Behind the reception desk there was a doorway covered with a bead curtain. The room was lit with a dim, bluish light.

To the right was a double seater sofa - black worn leather. On the walls were prints of tropical waterfalls and beach scenes.

The smoking man walked up to the reception desk and peered over. There was an appointment book open for that day’s date. The smoking man twisted the book around and looked at the times and names. Scrawled in pencil at 12:00 PM was the name “MIKE”, and next to the name was written “90 mins w/ Karla”.

The smoking man turned the page and looked at the next day's entries. Next to 2:00 PM was written “MIKE - 90 mins w/ Karla”.

The smoking man turned the appointment booked back the right way, and dinged the bell.

He waited a short while until an older woman appeared behind the bead curtain - parting it with her hands and walking through the beads.

The woman was about 50 and had dyed blond hair. She was the madam of the Golden Leaf Holistic Personal Care Spa.

‘Hello comrade - are you here for a massage?’ - Asked the madam, smiling.

‘Yes I am - a friend of mine recommended you to me’ - said the smoking man, smiling back.

‘A friend of yours?’

‘Yes, a good friend of mine. Said I should come and visit - said I should see Karla.’

‘Karla - What does your friend look like?’ - Asked the madam.

‘Young, black messy hair? He wears glasses - always very well dressed. He said he came here today.’

‘I think I know your friend’ - said the madam - ‘One of our best customers. How long do you want?’

‘How much?’ - Asked the smoking man.

‘One hour is 100 shillings, 90 minutes is 150 shillings. If you want the VIP room it is 50 shillings more.’

‘What’s the VIP room?’

‘Bigger massage table, shower, sofa, mirrors, and drinks cabinet.’

‘Does my friend have the VIP?’

‘Of course.’

‘Alright - 60 minutes and the VIP’ - the smoking man put his hand in his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He took out 150 shillings and put it on the reception desk.

‘Come this way’ - gestured the madam, picking up the notes. She parted the bead curtain and walked through the doorway.

The smoking man followed her through, and found himself in a dim corridor with red lighting. There were numbered doors off of either side of the hallways, and the madam stopped outside room number 9. She knocked, and then opened the door. The room wasn’t occupied. The smoking man followed the madam into the room which was large and spacious.

In the middle of the room was a large, padded massage table, and in the corner was a shower cubicle. There was a double seated sofa against one wall with a small coffee table in front of it, and mirrors along the sides of three walls. The room was dim, with the same red lighting as the hallway. There were no windows. There was a sideboard against the wall at the foot of the massage table, and it had an ice bucket, two glasses, and a half finished bottle of Victory whiskey on top of it. There was a shelving unit with stacks of fluffy white towels, and a small table with bottles of oils and lotions, and a large box of tissues.

The madam walked to the sideboard - ‘Drink?’

‘Yes - no ice please’ - said the smoking man, pulling his cigarettes out of his pocket and lighting one.

The smoking man sat down on the sofa while the madam fixed his drink. She brought it over to him, and placed it on the coffee table in front of him.

‘You relax comrade - and when you are ready, take a quick shower and then get yourself up on the table. Karla will be with you in about 10 minutes and then the clock starts.’

The madam left the room, closing the door behind her. The smoking man picked up the glass, and finished the whiskey in one gulp. He sat and smoked, and looked around the room. He extinguished his cigarette. He stood and walked around, examining the room in detail and stylishly looking for hidden cameras, but he didn’t find any.

He undressed and stepped into the shower cubicle.

The smoking man washed - using the spa’s body wash. The body wash label said it was made of kelp. The smoking man stepped out of the shower cubicle, and dried himself off with the towel. He threw the wet towel on the floor by the shower cubicle, and then pulled another dry towel from the stack. He climbed onto the massage table face down, and covered his buttocks with the dry towel, his face sitting inside a cutout hole.

The smoking man lay with his eyes closed, listening for any sounds coming from outside in the hallway. He could hear the muffled sound of a man's voice talking from the room next door, and then the muffled sound of a woman laughing. More muffled talking, more muffled laughing. And then muffled groaning.

The smoking man lay still for a while longer - and then there was a gentle knock at the door. The smoking man said nothing. The door opened.

‘Hello baby, are you getting comfortable?’ - A woman’s voice said.

The smoking man said nothing - and then he heard the door close, and lock. He heard stilettoed shoes walk across the parquet flooring, along the side of the massage table - and a finger dragged sensually up his back.

‘So you want a massage baby?’ - Asked the husky voice.

‘Yes’ - said the smoking man - ‘My mate, Mike, recommended I come and see you.’

‘You know Mike?’ - The woman’s voice said, sounding surprised.

The woman was now standing at the head of the massage table, and through the hole in the table the smoking man could see two feet wearing red stiletto shoes. The legs those feet were attached to were wearing black fishnet stockings.

‘Yes, an old friend of mine - he told me I should come and see you.’

The woman placed two hands on the smoking man’s shoulders and began to squeeze and knead them.

‘Mike told you to come and see me?’

‘Yes, he recommended it - he said I would enjoy myself.’

The woman continued to massage the smoking man’s shoulders, extending out down his back.

‘You want to do what Mike does? Did he tell you what he does?’

‘Yes’ - said the smoking man.

‘It will be 300 more baby’ - the woman leaned forward and kissed the smoking man’s back whilst she massaged him. The back of his head fitted between her large breasts as she leaned forward.

‘Alright’ - said the smoking man.

‘You pay first baby - then we have some fun.’

‘The smoking man sat up and turned so his legs were hanging off the massage table. He looked up and saw Karla.

Karla was tall - taller than him. She had dark, jet black hair and a beautiful pale face. Her lips were painted deep red with lipstick, and she had smokey eyes and sculpted eyebrows. She was in her twenties, and had a fit athletic body with large, enhanced breasts. Both of her arms were covered with full sleeve tattoos of Japanese lotus blossoms.

Karla was wearing a black fishnet body suit, with a black g-string over the top, and red stiletto shoes. As the smoking man sat on the edge of the massage table, Karla moved around to be beside him. His groin was covered with the white towel, and Karla slid a hand up the inside of his thigh whilst looking him in the eye.

‘Are you nervous?’ - Karla said, leaning forward a little more.

‘No’ - said the smoking man.

Karla lent in more, and kissed the smoking man on the lips - ‘You seem nervous, but don’t worry baby. I’ll take good care of you.’

Karla pulled away and walked to the sideboard, picking up the smoking man’s glass as she passed the table - ‘Drink?’

‘Yes - no ice’ - said the smoking man, swallowing a little hard.

Karla poured two whiskeys both with no ice, whilst the smoking man pulled 300 shillings out of his wallet. Karla walked back and handed the smoking man his drink, and took the 300 shillings from him, kissing him again on the lips - ‘Thank you baby.’

Karla turned and picked up the smoking man’s cigarette packet. She placed her whiskey on the massage table and pulled two cigarettes out from the packet. She placed them both in her mouth. She then picked up the smoking man’s lighter and lit both of the cigarettes, and then removed one and placed it in the smoking man’s mouth.

Karla puffed the cigarette, inhaling and blowing smoke out above the smoking man’s head. She picked up her whiskey and clicked it against the smoking man’s glass, and said - ‘bottoms up!’

They both finished their drinks in one gulp. Karla took the smoking man’s glass and put it with her glass on the coffee table.

‘Have you done this before?’ - Karla asked, smoking her cigarette and observing the smoking man.

‘Not in a place like this - no.’

‘But you like it?’

‘Yes.’

‘It turns you on?’

‘Yes.’

‘And you like it rough - like Mike does?’

‘Yes I do.’

Karla picked up the glass ashtray from the coffee table and stubbed her cigarette out. She held the ashtray out for the smoking man, and he did the same. Karla placed the ashtray down on the coffee table.

‘Shall we?’ - Karla said, smiling at the smoking man.

‘What shall I do?’ - Said the smoking man.

‘Face down baby - and just relax. I will do everything for you’ - Karla said, as she pulled away the white towel.

The smoking man rolled over so his face was back in the hole. Karla walked away and picked something up, and then came back. She squirted oil over the smoking man’s back and began to massage him, standing at the head of the massage table.

Karla continued to add more oil, and worked her way down the smoking man’s body, massaging his buttocks and thighs. Karla pulled the smoking man’s legs apart and began massaging his anus. She reached under the smoking man and began massaging his penis whilst at the same time gently massaging his anus.

The smoking man was enjoying himself. Karla began inserting a finger into the smoking man’s anus, whilst masturbating his penis.

Karla stopped and walked away from the massage table and the smoking man heard her opening a drawer of the sideboard. Karla walked back and put something on top of the smoking man’s back. Karla picked up the smoking man’s right arm and pulled it out to the side and tied something around his wrist. Karla then bent his arm down and fastened a restraint to the leg of the massage table.

‘What are you doing?’ - Asked the smoking man through the hole.

‘Just making it more realistic and sexy baby - just like Mike likes it’ - Karla said, as she secured his left hand to the massage table leg.

Karla moved to the foot of the table and secured the smoking man’s feet to the legs of the massage table. The smoking man was enjoying himself less now - but he just went with it. No need to blow his cover or cause a scene. He was gathering intelligence.

Karla walked away again, and the smoking man heard her open a drawer and then close it. She walked back to the head of the massage table and lifted the smoking man's head out of the hole. She slipped a ball-gag into his mouth which she then secured behind his head.

‘It’s okay baby - we clean and sterilize them after every use’ - Karla said, walking away again.

The smoking man was now panicking. What the fuck was going on? Before he could protest, this fucking bitch had gagged him and now he couldn’t move or speak. The ball-gag was causing him to gag, and saliva was drooling out of his mouth. He lay there trying not to freak out, and he listened to what Karla was doing.

He heard Karla removing her shoes, and undressing. He then felt her climb up onto the massage table, and heard the sound of oil being squirted and applied. Then he felt her body against his, her large oiled breasts rubbing up and down his back. She reached under him again, and grabbed his penis, rubbing it with her oily hand. His penis was hard in her hand, and she rubbed her huge breasts against his back whilst kissing and licking his ear.

And then the smoking man felt it. Between his buttocks was a large, erect penis. Sliding back and forth.

‘I am going to fuck you so fucking hard’ - Karla whispered in his ear - ‘You belong to me now. You cannot escape. I am going to fuck your ass and cum inside you. You are my little fucking whore now, and I am going to fuck you like a whore!’

The smoking man tried to scream. Tried to shout. But the ball-gag blocked all sound. He was gagging and drooling and panting through his nose. Karla worked his penis with her left hand whilst sliding her penis up and down between his buttocks.

‘Mike likes it when I rape him - likes it when I fuck him so hard. He likes it when I strangle him. You will like it too, you fucking whore.’

The smoking man tried again to scream but nothing came out, just a muffled sound that could have been interpreted as ‘Yes I do!’

Karla inserted her penis inside the smoking man. Karla began fucking the smoking man whilst rubbing his penis. With her other hand she reached under the smoking man and lifted his head out of the hole and positioned her hand around his throat. As she fucked and masturbated the smoking man, she gripped his windpipe and cut off his air supply.

The smoking man was blacking out - not enough oxygen. Karla continued fucking him and jerking him off, all the while choking him. The smoking man couldn’t speak or breathe - and was fighting to stay conscious. And then he blacked out. He came back to consciousness and Karla was still fucking him, harder and deeper. She had relaxed her grip on his throat.

‘Welcome back’ - Karla whispered in his ear - ‘Let’s go again!’

Karla gripped his throat again and squeezed. He fought for breath again, all the time Karla was fucking him. He passed out again.

It continued like this for the smoking man for another 35 minutes. Being fucked and choked. Karla ejaculated inside of the smoking man, and released his penis and throat.

‘Woo! - I hope that was as good for you as it was for me baby’ - Karla said as she pulled her penis from inside him, and climbed off the massage table.

Karla took a minute, and wiped herself down with a towel. She then walked back to the head of the massage table and unclipped the ball-gag. The ball popped from the smoking man’s mouth. He didn’t say anything.

Karla undid his hands, and then walked to the end of the table and undid his feet.

‘Did you have a good time baby?’ - She said, waiting for the smoking man to say something.

The smoking man leaped off the table and lunged at Karla. He grabbed her by the throat and she staggered backwards until she was against the door. The smoking man held Karla against the door by the throat with his left hand, and he made a fist with his right hand and pulled back ready to punch her.

‘NO!’ - Karla screamed.

The smoking man froze. He released his grip on Karla’s throat and stepped backwards - Remember the operation, he thought.

‘Sorry!’ - The smoking man said, his hands open and held up - ‘I’m sorry.’

‘What the fuck are you doing?’ - shouted Karla shouted, looking terrified.

‘I’m sorry - I didn’t mean...’ - the smoking man stepped back again.

There was a knock at the door - ‘Karla honey, everything okay?’

Karla looked at the smoking man, and then said - ‘Yes, everything’s okay Ivey - don’t worry.’

Karla remained frozen by the door. The smoking man walked to the sofa and sat down. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Karla stayed by the door.

‘Sorry - I didn’t mean to do that’ - said the smoking man.

‘Did you not like it baby? - I thought you wanted that.’

The smoking man sat and smoked. He didn’t say anything.

‘Drink baby?’ - Karla offered.

‘Yes’ - said the smoking man.

Karla picked up the two glasses and went to the sideboard and poured the whiskey. She brought the glasses back, and sat down next to the smoking man - handing him his glass.

Karla sipped her whiskey. The smoking man smoked for a bit longer - and then picked up his glass and gulped it back in one. He put the glass back on the table and smoked again.

‘Why did you attack me?’ - Karla asked, finishing her whiskey.

The smoking man stayed silent.

‘I thought that is what you wanted - like your friend. If I had known, I could have been more gentle with you baby - let you fuck me.’

Karla put a hand on the smoking man’s cheek and turned his face towards hers - and then kissed him on the lips.

‘Let’s take a shower baby’ - Karla said, standing up and taking the smoking man by the hand.

The smoking man stubbed his cigarette out, and stood and joined Karla in the shower cubicle.