Sins of New Orleans

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Original Copyright © 2018, by Dunja Romanova

Dunja Romanova, PO Box 42, 97634 Mellrichstadt, Germany

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Thank you so much for purchasing this book.

Sins of New Orleans is not a long novel. Neither is it a crime novel or a classic love story. Sins of New Orleans is an erotic short story.

It is about the young Brandon Porter. He is the son of a successful New York businessman. Brandon comes fresh from university and is sent to New Orleans by his father.

There he is entrusted with a comprehensive task. He is to lead a newly acquired, but worn out advertising agency to success. Brandon devotes himself conscientiously to this task. But he is haunted by mysterious erotic dreams.

In short, it's erotic trash.

Chapter 1 - A new challenge

Brandon Porter is a dazzling personality. He is young, attractive and damn successful. Brandon is 26 years old. He is 1.92 m tall, muscular, has black hair and blue eyes.

Brandon is the son of a wealthy New York businessman, Isaac Porter. He has just graduated in economics and finance. Brandon has everything you could have in life. Only one thing is missing. A steady girlfriend.

Brandon is not the type for relationships. He has never had a real relationship, only girlfriends for regular sex. He is a player, a guy that women run after in droves. For him, everything revolves around his person. For nobody he feels something like love, except for himself.

Shortly after graduating, he starts in his father's company, "I. Porter Enterprises". Isaac Porter's business model is to buy up ailing companies at a good price, get them up to speed and sell them profitably. A few weeks ago, Isaac Porter bought up a company in New Orleans. The advertising agency Guivarché & Co.

Isaac Porter meets his son for a business lunch at his favourite Japanese restaurant. With sushi and sake, father and son talk about the future. The scent of fresh fish and wasabi is in the air as Isaac Brandon brings his plans closer.

Isaac Porter: "Brandon, sit down".

Brandon: "You wanted to talk to me"?

Isaac Porter: "Yes. You should try the sushi".

Brandon: "I already know it. It's the best of the city. What do you want to talk to me about"?

Isaac Porter: "About the future. Your studies are now finished. You started in my company. Now it's time for you to get to know the business world.

Brandon: "I know the business world, I studied it".

Isaac Porter: "No, you don't know it. When I founded my company in 1983, I had $2,400 in my pocket and a good idea. My assets now amount to about 1.6 billion dollars.

Brandon: "I already know that".

Isaac Porter: "Yes. But what you don't know is how to do something like that. You worked hard for your athletic body. And you also worked hard for your degree, I know that and I know how to respect that. That's why I give you the next step".

Brandon: "Which step do you mean?

Isaac Porter: "I bought the advertising agency "Guivarché & Co." in New Orleans a few weeks ago. For just 2,200,000 dollars. You're supposed to restore the store to its former glory and strength so that we can sell it at a profit".

Brandon: "How am I supposed to do that Dad"?

Isaac Porter: "You tell me. You've studied the business world. I'm a trained Schumacher as you know. You have a completely free hand. You get 12 months time and 1 million dollars. Make something of it. If you fail, the world won't end. But you have to learn in the real business world. But even if it doesn't end the world, you know I don't like losing money.

Brandon: "Why New Orleans?

Isaac Porter: "I thought an advertising agency would meet you as a young man. I'd also have a book publisher in South Dakota, or a tool manufacturer in Detroit if you'd rather.

Brandon: "New Orleans sounds good. When do you want to start?

Isaac Porter: "Next Monday".

Brandon: "That's four days.

Isaac Porter: "You've always been good with numbers. I'll give you the tip, inform you about your new company. And read a few books about advertising".

Right after dinner Brandon drives to his apartment in Soho, NY. He packs his suitcase and has a secretary in the office get him the necessary documents and books. She brings the things to him in the late afternoon.

Brandon's doorbell rings. He answers the intercom.

Brandon: "Yes, who is it?

Sally: "Hello, Mr. Porter. This is Sally. I'll bring you the things you wanted.

Brandon: "Come up".

Brandon opens the door. Sally can now take the elevator directly to Brandon's luxury apartment. Sally is not badly surprised when she arrives upstairs. She's never been there before. Brandon's apartment is almost 300 square meters. It is visually characterized by naked concrete walls, antique wooden floorboards and retro industrial lamps.

Brandon: "What have you got for me Sally".

Sally: "Here are the annual reports of the last 10 years, all in presentation form. In addition, there are the files on the current employees. I have four books on advertising and marketing, ohhh and their keys".

Brandon: "Keys"?

Sally: "Yes, for the company building, her apartment and the car on site".

Brandon: "Thank you Sally".

Sally: "Please, Mr. Porter."

That same evening, Brandon Porter says goodbye to his best friends, Steven, John, Ray and Phil. He gives a small party. Just a close circle of elitist friends and a few light girls. His friends make fun of Brandon's forthcoming adventure.

Steven: "Your father really sends you to New Orleans"?

Brandon: "Yes, he does. He thinks I could learn something there.

Phil: "There are horny women in New Orleans".

Brandon: "Well, I hope so. Otherwise the area doesn't have much to offer.

John: "Yes, mosquitoes and humid warm climate".

Ray: "Apropo humid warm climate. Girls, you can start dancing now. This should be a standing party if you understand, hahaha...".

A total of seven escort ladies have ordered their rich friends to say goodbye. They start dancing and stripping. Brandon's last night in New York is supposed to be an erotic treat.

Two of the ladies slowly start to undress to the music. They stroke their bodies and kiss each other. The two go on and on. Step by step. Meanwhile the other five ladies satisfy the men with their mouths. It will be a long, wild and passionate night.

The next morning Brandon says goodbye to Steve, John, Ray and Phil. They throw the ladies out of Brandon's apartment.

Chapter 2 - Welcome to New Orleans

It's Friday, October 2nd, 09:24. Branden flies from New York to his new workplace. Around noon he arrives in New Orleans. A new personal assistant welcomes him at the airport. Tara Hill, in her early 40s, has shoulder-length red hair and blue eyes. Tara is the mother of four children and is not ashamed of the few kilos she has too much on her hips.

Tara: "Good morning, Mr. Porter".

Brandon: "Good morning Ms..."?

Tara: "Mrs. Hill. Tara Hill, I'm your new assistant."

Brandon: "This is an excellent idea".

Tara: "Thank you, but you don't know me at all".

Brandon: "You're right, Tara. But you're so not my type that I don't have to be afraid of being distracted. I thought my father was making it hard for me and putting a blonde sex bomb to my side.

Tara: "Yes, what a shame".

Brandon: "Don't take it personally, I judge people first by their appearance. Where do we have to go".

Tara: "Follow me to the parking lot".

Brandon: "And who will carry my suitcase now".

Tara: "You're a big boy, Mr. Porter".

Pouting, Brandon pulls his eyebrows up. He picks up his big suitcase and follows Tara to the parking lot.

Brandon: "Is that a Mercedes? I had requested a Maserati".

Tara: "You don't cope well with disappointments, can it be Mr. Porter?

Brandon: "He'll do it, too. I just don't like it when things go differently than planned.

Tara Hill drives with Brandon from the airport to his new company. The advertising agency "Guivarché & Co." is located in the old town, the French Quarter. It is a two-storey brick building, plus cellar. The building is rectangular, 240 sqm per floor. The building alone has an estimated value of 2,000,000 dollars.

Tara guides Brandon through the building first. He already welcomes individual employees who cross his path. First they go into the cellar. There is the archive, the company's own workshop and various equipment. On the ground floor is the actual agency. Various offices, a conference room, a kitchen, sanitary facilities.

Brandon's apartment is on the second floor. It can be reached from the agency via a staircase. Or from the outside via a separate elevator. Brandon's apartment is large, spacious, minimalist and tastefully furnished. Nevertheless, he is only conditionally satisfied with his apartment.

When Tara has finished her tour, Brandon knows how to gather them all together. A total of 22 employees are present in the agency's conference room. Brandon welcomes his new employees and gives a short speech.

Brandon: "Hello. I think you all know who I am. My name is Brandon Porter, my father acquired this company a few weeks ago. He asked me to bring this agency forward again. And I look forward to realizing this with you".

The employees ask Brandon many questions. First and foremost, they fear for their jobs. They describe their concerns and fears. But he can calm people down for the time being. Then he withdraws with his assistant.

Brandon: "Tara, how many employees do we have at the moment?

Tara: "A total of 22 plus you as managing director".

Brandon: "I've seen a bunch of women, one dressed worse than the other.

Tara: "13 of your employees are female, including me":

Brandon: "No wonder the company went downhill".

Tara: "What do you mean, Mr. Porter?

Brandon: "There are too many estrogen controlled people here. Aren't there any men in New Orleans who can do these jobs?

Tara: "Yes, of course.

Brandon: "But they don't work for us, that's the problem".

Tara: "Are you serious? You are a chauvinist".

Brandon: "I only judge the facts. Women are good for bed, but in the world of work they are often only in the way".

Tara: "I don't think I've ever met an arrogant, sexist guy like you before.

Brandon: "Impressive, isn't it? Do you know yourself in the city from Tara"?

Tara: "No, why"?

Brandon: "Before I work here I want to get to know the surroundings. Who can guide me through this juggernaut"?

Tara: "I recommend Nash".

Brandon: "Sounds like a man".

Tara: "Yes. Nash is our man for every occasion, our all-rounder. You could also say our janitor. He used to be a taxi driver and knows his way around the city very well.

Brandon: "Well then send me the boy".

It's just before 16:00. Nash enters Brandon's new office. Nash is in his mid 50s and has been with the company for 14 years.

Nash: "Hello Mr. Porter. How can I help you?"

Brandon: "Yes Nash. I've heard you know your way around this town. Show me around".

Nash: "Show me around? You mean a city tour"?

Brandon: "Show me what's worth seeing. I'm not interested in museums. I want to see the places where life rules. Comprende"?

Nash: "I am black, not Latino. But I do".

Brandon: "Very good".

Nash leads Brandon through the heart of New Orleans, the French Quarter. First you go to the steakhouse of "Papa Jay" for dinner. In their conversations, Nash quickly becomes aware of Brandon's position and opinion towards women.

As soon as the two have finished eating, Brandon is shown the red light district of the city. Nash plays the game and goes with his new boss to the strip club "69". Brandon lets it crash with an oriental beauty while Nash sits at the bar and thinks about his life. And about how he was when he was young.

After the strip club we go to the next bar, just one street away. The new boss treats himself to a few beers and some of the local bourbon. Actually, Nash only wants to go home, as he's been off work for over three hours. But Brandon takes his time. His tongue sits looser and looser and the stories he tells Nash rise in intensity together with his alcohol level.

Brandon orders a last drink. When the pretty young waitress brings him to the table, he grabs her butt laughing. Nash apologizes for his drunken boss. He supports him and leaves the bar with him.

Nash makes a decision. Together the two men stroll along the crowded streets. It's already late. Whores, bums and beggars hang around in front of the illuminated snack bars and shady small shops. Nash suddenly stops in front of one of the shops.

Brandon: "Mama Estelle's? What is that, another whorehouse?

Nash: "No. That's a fortune teller. Voodoo, fortune-telling, magic, these things are an integral part of the city. Will you try "Brandon"?

Brandon: "What does it cost? 40 dollars? For this humbug"?

Nash: "I didn't think you were afraid Brandon".

Brandon: "Let's go inside. I'll show you that I'm not afraid of anything".

Brandon and Nash enter Mama Estelle's store. Between strange utensils and disturbing relics they look for the medium. Mama Estelle steps out of the smoke of the incense sticks.

Mama Estelle: "Good evening gentlemen. The young man wants to be read out of his hand"?

Brandon: "Nnnochhhhh.... but that wasn't magic now. Only guessed".

Nash: "Let a Brandon do it for you".

Mama Estelle: "Sit down. Give me your hand".

Brandon: "What do you see?

Mama Estelle: "You are a wealthy young man...".

Brandon: "No art either, Mama. That's what my butter soft hands tell you.

Mama Estelle: "I see a successful father. He floats above everything and gives them the feeling of being small and remaining small.

Brandon: "I beg you. That applies to 90% of all wealthy children.

Nash: "Be quiet Brandon".

Mama Estelle: "I see, I see... I don't see a woman in your life. You don't think much of women and love.

Brandon: "That's not very creative either".

Mama Estelle: "I see a drastic change in her life. You leave your home country and move to a new place. A revelation awaits you there. A development of your personality".

Nash: "What else do you see?

Mama Estelle: "Don't, that's it".

Brandon: "And you charge 40 dollars for that? Am I a psychic when I call you a cheater?

Nash: "I'll do it for you Brandon".

Brandon: "It's all right, Nash. The woman has to make a living from something. I understand that".

Mama Estelle: "Give me your ring".

Brandon: "No, you get the 40 dollars".

Mama Estelle: "I need your ring. I'll put a protective spell on it".

Nash: "In New Orleans you can always use something like this".

Brandon: "You're crazy. For my sake, enchant my ring".

Brandon gives Mama Estelle his silver ring which he wears on his left ring finger. She consecrates the ring with her incense sticks and self-mixed tinctures. She speaks an incomprehensible spell and returns the ring to Brandon. She looks deep into his eyes and says goodbye with a broad smile. Estelle is uncanny about Brandon, but the next morning he hardly remembers the evening.

Nash has dropped Brandon off in his apartment. Brandon is so drunk he can't even get into his bedroom. He drops onto his couch and falls asleep immediately. He enters the land of dreams.....

Chapter 3 - Once a girl and back

Brandon opens his eyes. He sees a pretty young woman in the mirror. With long black hair, blue eyes, a slender figure and lush breasts. Her skin is elegantly pale and her face has delicate freckles. She wears a white cocktail dress with a black belly bow and matching pumps.

He looks closer to the mirror. The face of the young beauty meets him. He looks around the room. It's a washroom, public. Maybe a disco, a hotel. Brandon tests in front of the mirror with various movements whether he is stuck in the young lady's body. In fact, he seems to be dreaming of being a woman.

Brandon: "Wicked! What a realistic dream. I've never dreamed like this before"!

He can hardly let go of his breasts and tests what's between his crotch. He searches the handbag next to the sink. There's a purse inside. On the badge inside is Brenda Porter.

The toilet door opens. A man enters the room. He should be in his early 40s. Slim, a grey hairline, an average appearance. He wears a dark green suit and black patent shoes. His name is Spencer.

Spencer: "Hey baby. Why are you hiding here"?

Branda: "Well, sweetie, have you ever done it in a public toilet"?

Brandon gets scared. He's stuck in the young woman's body. And he was the one who spoke. But he didn't want to say those words. Brandon becomes aware that he has no influence on what he says. Also his movements do not seem to correspond to his wishes. He would like to keep Spencer at a distance. Instead, he grabs his lapel and pulls him in.

Spencer: "Baby you are so horny"!

Branda: "Do you want to fuck me sweet"?

Spencer: "And like me you want that wet piece"!

Brandon slips his heart into his pants. Branda puts her tongue deep into Spencer's mouth. Spencer pushes her against the toilet door and kisses her passionately. His hands wander over her shoulders. Down to her hip. He touches her breasts. Spencer feels her way to her bottom.

He pushes Brandas skirt up and puts his hands under her dress. With a firm grip he grabs her bottom with both hands. He kneads her lush cheeks and pulls her thin thong up deep into her buttocks. Then his hands move up again. Now he massages her breasts. Branda's nipples get bigger and bigger. They are already quite stiff.

Spencer pulls her strapless dress down under her breasts. Branda moans with excitement and anticipation. Spencer starts kissing her breasts. His tongue licks her nipples and pampers her with circular movements. Tenderly he sucks on them like on a ripe fruit.

Branda's left hand slides down between Spencer's legs. She massages the mighty bump in his pants. She opens his zipper with just one hand and frees his excited limb from his prison.

Branda: "Mmhh, I want you to fuck me Schatzti"!

Spencer: "First you suck my dick little one"!

Branda lets herself slide into the squat. Spencer's privates are now right in front of her. His stiff penis is long and thick, his testicles bulging and big. Branda looks

Impressum

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