In time you will learn how to appreciate our German efficiency with a coucou touch!

But first, let’s get you acquainted with the manor and our team of skilled therapists.

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I am Doctor Andrea, the Klinik’s principal; you know me. I am very skilled at making anyone’s come, and unsurprisingly, my personal assistant is always looking for something under my desk.

Look at that, Cristina, not again…

Never mind.

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Let’s continue with our team of highly skilled therapists.

We have Lorna; she specializes in oral therapy, like most of our therapists, right, except she can put her unusually long tongue at work in any of your corners, be it your throat or your anus. She will find her way into you…

Yes, I know; she is very inspiring, at least at first…

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We have Orion, who has something extra between her legs for those who enjoy their shit being pushed a bit before they can admit wrong.

She is a terrible bully, but she definitely has her ways with guys. You will get your shit together, I guarantee you that.

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And Priscilla, who likes to peg anyone with her strapon dildo. She loves to use different shapes and sizes and to go crescendo wherever needed.

She will extract your most hidden secrets in no time.

Yeah, I know she’s cute. She is my new fav’.

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The cute Tania, who enjoys anal more than anything else. She has the keen ability to absorb everything, even the biggest tools.

But don’t mistake that with weakness, in this end you will beg her for more.

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The infamous Mistress Dominik, who will whip your ass until you beg no more and then put you in a cage to spend a night or two...

It sounds awful at first, but the worst is never disappointing…

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Kathryn the temptress, who likes big boys and enjoys foursome that fills up all her orifices. She is incredibly agile since she used to be a contortionist.

She is able to make you lose your control and confess everything. I like to lick her hairy muff after a long day at the office.

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The quiet Gisèle, who enjoys being whipped and toyed with, but be careful; she has a strong appetite and bites sometimes.

You will probably end up licking her pumps.

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Katia, who specializes in violent arguments. No sex with her; she just loves to get upset, upset you, and make you starve.

Cold as ice, tempered like steel in fire. Be wary.

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Cathartic Anna, who likes to tease you in her little getups until she refuses you and storms off the room, leaving you in despair.

She is going to make you cry and run to your mommy. Best therapist for jerks,

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And finally, Alberta, whose mighty member is always carefully hidden in her pantyhose until it shows up unexpectedly and pins you down when you are starting to feel too confident for her taste.

Get ready to submit or not; it doesn’t matter, you will.

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Who would you choose to play with until you can no more? It won’t be easy to redeem yourself unless you can get it over with.

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Of course, most of our clients are men, but we also have women from time to time. Yes, it’s like the prison population; it’s mostly men who do bad deeds and get caught.

Women are smarter and probably not bad enough to get caught, so if you are a woman and you are sent at VHK, it only means you are very bad, and we will take care of you with extra torture and endless insertion.

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Agent Mosley was sitting behind his desk, thinking, “What’s the logic in this?”

“There is none. Why do people want to push some people they don’t know, killing other people they know even less?” All of this was making him uncomfortable because it was nothing in the manuals about it. That was an entirely new modus operandi.

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Alex woke up with a formidable erection and no one to satisfy it.

She went to her shower booth and satisfied herself with a massive plug-in dildo.

Then she took a coffee.

She was hungry and ordered something online.

Only one bottle of the wine was left.

She had to call Brad.

She hoped he wouldn’t alert Frances and deliver her swiftly.

She wished she could just…

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Alex left Miami Beach and her lover, now aware of what love could be.

She was back in Charleston, and that was boring, again.

“Uncle, I’m hungry! There’s nothing to eat in this place…”

“Come on, you look like you haven’t eaten in a week,” he replied, joking.

“That’s how I feel.”

“All right, let’s go to town to Roberto’s.” He proposed.

“He has a nice restauran…

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Alexandra’s iPhone is ringing while she is still walking the long quay.

“Hey! Andrea?”

Andrea is furious, immediately interrupting Alex.

“Is this how you treat us, your friends? No news; I’ve been super sad for a week (sobs),” she said with a voice that sounded desperate.

“Oh! Andrea, I’m so sorry, I know. I’m not feeling well… I need actual time off…”

Andre…

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Uncle Dmitri, the younger brother of Peter, lives alone in a nice colonial villa of Charleston’s old town. He lost his wife to breast cancer before they could have kids. The family thinks he will get over his beloved Tatiana, but Alexandra begs to differ.

“You’re so pretty. New hairstyle… (nervous laughs; Sasha is looking so much like Tatiana.) I’m havin…

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It’s a frisky morning at the Port of Baltimore, and Detective Logan is not happy to be here. He forgot to put on his windbreaker; now he is going to catch a cold.

“So, what do we have here? A toasted Ferrari in the middle of fucking nowhere with a charred corpse inside. That’s not going to help our statistics. Any idea who the victim is?”

Logan is asking …

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Peter has returned to New York to visit his patients at the clinic.

Before going there, he stopped home to talk to his daughter and advise on the next course of action.

“You’re lucky your mom is on vacation, so we can devise things calmly.”

“I’ve asked my boss to give me some time off; he is not happy. I need sick leave from a doctor,” Alex said.

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Beau’s body bag has been in Peter’s car since early morning, and he drove steadily through Long Island and reached Ponquogue Marine Basin by 8 AM.

In a move to appear less suspicious, he has stopped at the office of Roger, the harbormaster, an old friend.

“I’m going for a sail… It’s a beautiful day today, isn’t it?” Peter said.

“Are you going alone, Pete?”

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The 19th-century villa near Hampton Bays is in the dark; in the front yard, one could see the shadows of a dark Porsche Cayenne and an old Land Rover.

Inside, Dr. Peter Magnitov, a psychiatrist in Manhattan who just returned from the city after a long week of work, is still sitting at the dining table, savoring the last drops of that Screaming Eagle they…

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The Thanksgiving Day party was on tonight; everyone was on their best behavior, and when the guests started to arrive, I knew they were G’s finest selection.

A mix of longtime friends, powerful and strong men, dirty-minded socialites, and frivolous bitches like us—a nice panel of mad hatters ready for fun.

I counted 23 guests, although Georgina insisted o…

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We were shuffled in quickly; members are never asked anything specific, and we requested Dr. Bertram Rahmanian, the top guy, specifically.

Brad was Andy’s friend for a few years when they were residents at the Bellevue.

“Hey Bert, good to see you again; you won’t believe what happened to us,” Andy started when Bert was in the room.

“Hi Andy, and… Alex, it’…

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Later in the week, results of Kamon’s investigation came in.

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That was some kind of relief to Tina.

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Would that be a boring forever-after type of life for all of us?

The end of the party?

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Nope.

Instead, I…

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She was bleeding, and she went to the local clinic. The doctor was silent during the exam and then said, “I have to patch you up; otherwise, your life may be in danger, and you will have to take 2 antibiotics for 2 weeks and come back to see me again. And no sex at all, okay?”

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It’s 8:30 PM.

The guests are arriving; Andrea is first, of course, always on time. One of the many qualities Alex enjoys most in her best friend is

John, Andrea’s husband, arrived a few minutes later for some reason.

Alexandra’s apartment is cozy, Russian-cozy, meaning too richly decorated for a young professional starting her career.

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Alexandra Magnitova, a young lawyer at Smejda, Kovatchev, and Lorna LLP, is sitting behind her elegant glass desk, reading a long email on her computer.

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Obviously John had his privileges, and his Suburban was allowed swiftly to enter the underground parking of the FBI’s Field Office in New York.

That’s what I thought until I noticed the blue Tahoe following us and passing the gate through automatic recognition, obviously an FBI vehicle.

We were followed since the beginning, and that was confirmed immediately after I saw Pimm leaving the Tahoe’s driver’s seat and coming to us accompanied by another guy I never saw before.

He seemed jolly and greeted us with “Good Morning, America!”

That was corny indeed but not a complete surprise all things considered, and we welcomed his presence in this sub-basement of the Post Office.

I guessed he was proud of the operation.

That was obviously a success for the bureau; arresting a whole gang of nefarious criminals was indeed rare enough to claim victory.

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The mood went down when we arrived at the field office.

Logan was waiting for us, and he greeted us with a long face contrasting with Pimm’s smile. Then, we were shuffled inside the office and pushed to a lift and later into two long corridors with many doors to finally arrive at a grey door marked interview room 5.

There was a small red light on in the top of it, I supposed for occupied.

I was right.

Logan immediately told Georgina, “Lyana is inside; she was initially brought for questioning, but now she’s under arrest for resisting arrest.”

“Really! How can she be arrested for resisting if she was not being arrested?” G said, furious.

“She tried to flee the scene,” Pimm added to Logan’s description.

“What you missed is she was held by the Iranian dealers, and she refused to explain to us why.” Logan replied.

“Miss di Scala, you need to convince her to talk; otherwise, the charges will stick and she will be formally processed,” he continued.

“Ok!” G said.

Logan opened the door, and we all entered.

Lyana was cuffed to the table, looking like a wounded bird who fell from the nest.

“Oh, darling, I was so worried. What is happening? Please tell us everything and you’ll be released… » G said while kissing her on the forehead.

“What’s up with the cuffs, seriously Logan?” John interrupted.

“Yeah, ok, uncuff her,” Logan asked Pimm.

“You people! Cuffing a baby bird already in the cage,” John commented sarcastically.

“And can we have some water or coffee maybe?” I suggested.

Lyana was exhausted, obviously, barely recognizable in her yoga pants, a funky T-shirt, and some unlaced sneakers—as if anyone could attempt suicide while cuffed tight to a table under CCTV watch—and she wasn’t wearing makeup.

After taking a few sips of coffee, she looked at G and said, “I am so sorry, Georgina; I don’t want to disappoint you. I love you.” “I tried to deal with the situation by myself, but I failed. I failed you. I failed my family. I’m useless,” she continued and then stopped abruptly and began to cry.

That was really sad to witness.

We all look at each other in despair.

“Logan, look, I know Lyana. Whatever you think she did, I know she didn’t do it. If you want her to talk, you have to get her to a better place or best let her go with me. I’d pay any bond you need but let her go. I guarantee she will not escape my supervision,” Georgina pleaded to Agent Logan.

“I’ll get you the information you want. These Chinese families are proud people; she will just break emotionally before giving you anything, and then you’ll have to deal with me.”

She was pushing Logan harder.

“Okay, okay, but you promise no escape; I’ll hold you personally responsible,” he replied.

“Over my father’s grave. Do we have a deal?» She asked, swearing like a thug.

“Yes, we do,” Logan agreed.

I didn’t know who Georgina’s father was, and why would that represent a fair guarantee of solvency here? But it worked, and I assumed he was certainly an important personality in New York or the NYPD or the FBI or in whatever governmental capacity.

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Within a few minutes we were out of the FBI field office, and John’s Suburban hit the road back to Lenox Hill, still followed by the dark blue Tahoe of Agent Pimm or anyone in his clique, I guessed.

At home, Georgina helped Lyana to clean up and put her in her bed.

The poor thing hasn’t slept for 36 hours at least, and she would crash for hours or the next morning most probably.

Georgina and I and the boys had dinner, and we decided quickly to call it a day.

Georgina distributed bedrooms like privileges, but we guessed the boys would continue their vigilante gig during the night, and we didn’t argue with them.

We were not in the mood to fuck them anyway, and their utmost care was so reassuring, in a sweet way.

I fell asleep in Georgina’s arms.

We slept a full 8 straight.

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The next morning was chill; nothing had happened during the night.

The boys were smiling and trying to be funny, but Lyana was still in shock, and we promised her to be all ears right after breakfast.

Silvia had excelled in cooking. Her smoked salmon was the best I ever tried, and the sausages from Shaller & Weber in Yorkville were a delight.

Fresh bread made us feel full quickly.

Then, Lyana started to explain what happened in the last 48 hours.

She said, first, that she knew her Uncle Ming’s double-dealing for a while.

“In fact, Ming had made a secret deal with the Iranian boss—on the back of his brother, my father, the true but aging boss of Chinatown—for the Upper East Side cocaine market. The deal consisted of letting the Iranian operate this territory on his behalf in exchange for a fat cut giving everyone a certain peace of mind. Ming told his brother that the market was overrun by the competition and was instructed to take it back, which led him to break the deal with the Iranians. That made the Iranian boss mad, and he put a large bounty on Ming’s head.” Lyana recounted.

“We were talking about millions of dollars per week, and the Iranians already got a taste of it; they were not going to return the money.”

“So, when I heard the problem with Chuck over the phone, I thought I could fix my family legacy by helping my brother to win over Ming while fixing Chuck’s debts by getting the bounty to myself. All in one single stroke. And it worked. Ming is truly dead; the Iranian killed him, and when I said I wanted to use the bounty to bail Chuck out, they accepted,” she continued.

“But that was all good until the FBI raided the Iranian mobster’s headquarters and arrested everybody, including me.”

“Of course, now they are all in jail and will be deported, possibly executed upon their arrival in Iran, but I doubt that. They are too valuable for the regime. My opinion is they will get a new haircut, maybe a new nose or a new set of white teeth, and certainly a new Turkish passport, and they will be back in the States in no time. Then, they will start tracking me for betraying the whole gang—no explanation will satisfy them; they understand only violence—and Chuck for his debts. We will never live in peace,” she said, now clearly lamenting.

“Luckily for me, my brother is now in charge of all the triads, and I’ll be safe in Chinatown but not in Lenox like a normal person who wants to live her life with her lover, with her wife,” she concluded.

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Georgina suddenly looked rosy as she was clearly proposed to marry by Lyana in front of all our friends, which was surprising, to say the least.

“We will find a solution,” John interrupted before Georgina would have a chance to say anything.

Possibly a yes to this obvious marriage proposal. I thought

“Did you just pop the question, Lyana?“ I repeated, confused and looking at Georgina now smiling like the girl in love she was.

“Yes, I did. What do you think? I’m serious, Georgina. Would you marry me?” Lyana asked again.

“Fuck yeah, I do want to marry you, little bird,” G replied with a tear in her eye and suddenly kissing her bride-to-be or husband-to-be; who knows, size is not a good predictor of who will hold power in the marriage.

We all applauded and then kissed each other in joy.

Silvia was already in the corner of the living room—like a lioness watching her cubs—with a magnum of Dom Perignon 2002, a few glasses on a tray, and some petit fours she had probably prepared in any case.

She was known to foresee events and celebrations in advance, another gift that was making her so valuable.