Joanna Angel's Dungeon Furniture Emporium - Episode 3

The showroom reeked of leather and cheap after-shave. Gia Derza and Brooklyn Gray wandered like two women on the hunt when Joanna Angel came over, hips twitching under her leather skirt. "What are you girls looking for?" she purred. They asked for a washer. She had none, but that little lie didn’t slow her down. Joanna’s grin slid wide. She pointed to a glossy wooden cross bolted to the wall. "Best damn cleaner in the city, promise." Brooklyn squinted. "That’s a cross. Clothes don’t go on crosses." Without breaking eye contact, Joanna told Gia to strip. Gia yanked her skirt, kicked off her boots, and handed over her clothes like it was Christmas morning. Joanna hung the fabric on the polished wood, then snapped a riding crop against the lace. Snap. Snap. Brooklyn rolled her eyes. "You’re out of your fucking mind." "Multi-purpose," Joanna said, patting the heavy wood. "Now get up there and watch how the heat works." Gia scrambled onto the cross with a squeal, wrists already eager for cuffs. Buckles locked; the leather tugged her tight. Joanna drew the crop’s tongue over Gia’s breasts, then down, leaving pink stripes that bloomed. "A dry shower," she smirked. Gia moaned and laughed in the same breath. Brooklyn took the crop next, first shy, then cracking it harder. Every wet smack and Gia’s throat-cut gasps made the temperature climb. Joanna drifted backward, already forgotten; the shop door clicked behind her. Now the air was charged, the lights dim, two sweat-glossed bodies testing the new toy in ways washers never intended.