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Chargement... The Nightclub (2013)par N.T. Morley
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When Jordan is expelled from school for peeping in the boys' locker room, she has no choice but to head to the big city in search of employment. She soon finds it in a back alley club where men pay for the pleasure of spanking and deflowering young, beautiful women like her.Her sexual need blossoms as she experiences new torments with every customer she services. But still she remains un-plucked, her chastity forcibly preserved by her employer so she can remain the perfect virgin slave.Then Jordan discovers that the spanking club is actually a front for South American criminals. Blackmailed by the police into spying on her employers, she is forced to seduce the violent thug and submit to their every perverted whim.But when Jordan is, once again, discovered peeping where she oughtn't, she is bound, crated, and shipped off to a criminal stronghold in South America - there to discover new depths of shame and terror. Will she surrender to life on her knees as the sex slave of dangerous criminals, or risk a daring midnight escape in an attempt to thwart her own desperate yearning for submission? Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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It's the story of Jordan, who gets expelled from school for hiding out in the boys' locker room, where she discovers her submissive side. She gets a job in a club where she'll get paid extra for being spanked, then she gets blackmailed by a cop into spying on her employer. Sneaking into the secret back room results in her being shipped in a crate to a South American crime lord.
And that's just the first half of the book.
The beginning, in particular, is awfully Letters-to-Penthouse-ish, and requires a lot of suspension of disbelief. If you try to take any of it even remotely seriously, you'll probably throw the book against the wall.
But if you can manage to suspend disbelief, it's pretty darn hot. Like the book equivalent of an older porn movie that has a ridiculous plot and terrible acting, but you find yourself unable to quit watching anyway. ( )