Jason's Bounce House

Jason Grizzle was barely making a living renting out bounce houses for children’s parties in Nevada. The hours were terrible too and took every weekend. He worked at a fast food restaurant during the week for benefits and thought he would soon be independent by starting his own business. The reality was a hard truth, as insurance and repairs ate any excess money he made after paying for the loans used to purchase the bounce houses. He was well into his second picture of long island iced tea when a lady of the evening sashed up to him and lent him a tender ear for the low cost of sharing his pitcher. He poured out a glass and handed it to her. After listening to his mumbling, she proposed a solution. She was exhausted from all the hard work every night of jumping up and down on Johns. Maybe Jason could set up the bounce house on a deserted field, and she would come out with a client and try it out? What the hell, why not? He doesn’t use the bounce houses at night anyway. He had just enough to rent a generator to set it up. The hooker came that next night with a client, and both were delighted with the results! Three months later - Jason quit his day job and focused on his five bounce houses for adults. Couples, hookups, hookers, and everyone visited his jump houses. Eventually, he built up his business and added a bar, casino, restaurant, and dance floor. It was the most popular place in the state. Jason was thinking about running for mayor as he was so popular in his town as a successful businessman.

Jason Grizzle often frequented his own adult bounce houses. His hookers were becoming exceptionally talented in timing out the bounces with pelvic thrusts, straddling their clients. He was the master, practicing every day. After a few years, the novelty was starting to wear off. He knew the girls were laughing behind his back because he could no longer stay hard. The resentment grew, and Leslie, one girl that he liked, was the cruelest. He asked her to stay later, and despite her comments, she was fond of Jason. He anticipated the evening and was able to satisfy her that night. She closed her eyes for a moment and then opened wide as she realized her hands, feet, and mouth was duct taped, and the bounce house was deflating. It slowly fell around her until the weight of the vinyl settled over her nose, and she suffocated. Jason jacked off as he watched her struggle through the vinyl. Girls come and go, so nobody questioned Leslie’s disappearance. Jason no longer had any issues with the girls because he imagined them writhing to breathe as they squirmed under his weight. Leslie was quickly disposed of in a deep gully a few miles out in the Nevada desert. Jason lived the good life for months until he started feeling bored. He cast a speculative glance over the girls but no one was particularly annoying, yet.

Hikers lost in the desert decided to take shelter for the night from the wind in a ravine. In the morning, they woke to a bleached skeleton askew at the bottom. Local authorities identified the body through dental records as Leslie Spur, a popular girl known to work part-time as a hooker at Jason’s Bounce House, an adult entertainment center a few miles away. With minimal evidence and no family pushing for a resolution, the case was closed for lack of evidence. A brief mention landed in the local paper. The girls made a show of mourning for about 3 hours until the men and random woman client arrived. Then, it was business as usual.