by Brook Wilder
“Go get Tony and Anna,” I ordered Alexia, who nodded nervously and scurried off as fast as she could in nine-inch heels. I hit the panic button by the bed, as well. The jerk was shouting, swearing and groaning, but seemed content to lay on his side for a while, clutching himself in pain, so I helped April up. Her lip was split and there were red fingermarks on her neck, and I could see the black eye and welts starting to form on her face already, which meant she’d be unable to work for a week at least. That was never good news for a new girl here.
The poor thing was nineteen but looked closer to fifteen, which is probably why she attracted assholes like this. She was slim with dark hair, about five feet tall and totally unable to stand up for herself. This was the third time she’d had a bad client in the three months she’d been here. She sobbed as I held her to me, supporting her weight as we hobbled out the door when, suddenly, our way was blocked.
Anna Wong looked all class. A second generation immigrant from Hong Kong, the few fine lines around her dark brown eyes and bright red lips were the only indications to the years she had over the rest of us. She was about eight inches shorter than me in bare feet, an ex-prostitute that had worked her way up to become the mysterious Madam X. Her most distinguishing feature, to me at least, were her eyes. They were beautiful, yes, but cold. Inquisitive, calculating, and never smiling. Even when her entire face lit up with laughter, or took on the carefully constructed look of concern she reserved for listening to the troubles of her girls, her eyes never changed. They continued to regard the world with a vague contempt, as though she was always trying to turn any situation into another profitable transaction.
We hated each other, only continuing our professional relationship because I was her highest earner, and she represented my only opportunity for a ticket out of this life.
Those cynical eyes regarded me for a second before turning to April, and that mask of terribly empathic worry fell neatly into place.
“Darling little one,” she almost wept, “come here to me.” April moved away from me, towards Anna’s outstretched arms. Anna stopped her for a second, examining her face, and I saw a flash of frustration in Anna’s eyes, most likely at the time April was going to need off to heal, before she allowed her into her embrace. “Don’t cry. Go with Tony and let him find you some ice.”
Tony helped April away. Anna looked from me to the broken door jam, to the groaning client on the floor of the boudoir. “You need to be in the lobby,” she said to me, quietly.
“I’m on my way,” I replied, “once you tell me what you’re going to do with April.” I had a pretty good idea what she was going to say, but I still needed to hear it.
“That stupid little girl has had nearly a month off since she started. I’m not running a charity here,” Anna hissed back. Before I could respond, she went over to the guy on the floor and started sweet talking him. I couldn’t stay to listen, but I heard them as I walked away.
“I barely touched her!” the man’s voice whined. “That blonde’s a fucking psycho. I want my money back.”
“And I’ll gladly reimburse you. Our best clients are like family, Carter, dear. But would you be interested in a counter proposition…?”
CHAPTER 2: Theo
I woke up feeling pretty happy in this time and place. Even with my eyes closed, I could visualize Suzi’s deliciously full lips slipping softly up and down my stiffening shaft, as her hot mouth and velvet tongue enveloped my cock. I could feel her long, sharp-nailed fingers gently tickling and fondling my balls.
I opened my eyes to find the reality better than the imagining. Her brown eyes were closed, the soft curls of her long brown hair were tossed over to one side of her head, and yes, it was a real treat to see my hard dick disappearing into those soft, sensual lips. When she opened her eyes and saw me smiling at her, she slid her mouth off me slowly, sucking me all the way back to the tip.
“Good morning,” she smiled as soon as her mouth was empty.
She continued to stimulate me gently with her hand until I made a small circle in the air with my finger, signaling her to turn around. She hopped up, and I got a glimpse of those full, beautifully tanned breasts as she turned away and threw a leg over me. She reached her hand down between her thighs, grabbed my cock again, and lined us up. As she lowered her pussy slowly onto me, I watched that fantastic, heart-shaped ass of hers eased down towards my stomach. She touched down on my hips and looked over her shoulder at me. Smiling as she ground her butt against me, she forced my dick deeper inside her with an accompanying moan of pleasure.
I pushed my hips up gently, and we started to move in time, pulling away from each other and thrusting back together, groaning at the amazing sensations of our slick parts sliding into and over one another. I could feel her, wet against me, and as I started to fuck her faster, a little deeper each time, her moans became louder and more desperate. I swear my cock grew bigger with each thrust, as her cries got higher and longer, until her body stopped moving, and I felt her pussy clamp and twitch around me as she threw her head back.
“Oh my God! Oh my God!” she cried as she rode herself to orgasm, grasping her breasts with both hands as I bounced her on me. Her hot body, writhing in pleasure on top of me, quickly brought me close to my limit.
“I’m going to cum,” I whispered hoarsely to her. I heard her chuckle quietly.
She extended her knees, lifted herself up straight off me, allowing my still-hard dick to fall from her, then sat back down, pressing her smooth, slick pussy against me. She turned he head back over her shoulder to watch me as she bucked back and forth, gliding her sex and her ass roughly along my shaft a couple of times until I shot my load, unloading blasts of thick, white cum in streaks across my own belly. She squealed in mock surprise and held very still, pressing herself against me until my last spasm died, then climbed off, bent down and sucked the end of my dick clean before laying back on the bed beside me.
“Good morning to you,” I said. She giggled and traced a long, wildly painted fake finger nail through the jizz on my stomach.
“I think I’m going to shower,” she said, “since I did do all the work. Again.”
I detected a note of resentment in her voice.
“You need a shower?” I nearly cried, indicated the mess on my torso.
She giggled again and jumped up to run to the bathroom. I watched her naked body disappear and heard my phone buzz with a text message. It was from Marco, one of my crew’s lieutenants. I’d spent the last two weeks working security at a Chatsworth gentlemen’s club called Blush, hence the stripper in my shower, one of the many establishments we subcontracted for. Marco told me he was sending someone else to Blush. I needed to go to Madam X, a brothel in Canoga Park, and take over from our guy there.
“The water’s warm!” came an inviting cry from my bathroom.
“Bad new, baby,” I said as I entered the room, watching her let the drops fall soft against her bare skin. “You need to head to work by yourself tonight, I’ve been relocated.”
“Really?” she pouted. “We’ll still see each other, right?”
“I don’t think so. You know neither of us are the commitment type.”
Suzi looked away. She seemed to be thinking. “Okay, then,” she said. “In that case you’d better get over here and fuck me goodbye.”
***
Another sunny day in The Valley. I hated this place. Give me the trees, hills and solitude 0n the roads north of LA, any day of the week. One thing I didn’t mind was being told to go and babysit a couple dozen beautiful girls. I’d worked plenty of strip clubs before but never a brothel. How different could it be? The rules were the same, ‘look, don’t touch’, but why would I complain about looking. Besides, those rules were easily bent.
I rolled up to Madam X. It seemed like a normal, four-story office unit to me, just off the corner of Saticoy and Canoga, with a sign out front saying it was to rent. I parked my Harley by the glass double doors and took a look inside. The
front office was dark and empty. I tried the doors. Locked. Then I heard a whistle.
“Hey, genius!” called a mocking man’s voice. I looked around and saw nothing. “Side door!” came the voice again. I looked to my left and there was Tony, a brother I’d only met a couple of times, peering at me from around the side of the building. I followed him around the corner, where he led me through a fire door that only opened from the inside. “How’s it going, brother?” he greeted me, shaking my hand. His skin was like tanned leather and his muscled arms were at odds with his huge belly. Gray hairs gathered in force at his temples. “You’ll need to move your scoot around the back. Let me give you a tour first, though.”
He closed the door behind me. From the inside, I could see the steel reinforcements. He took me down a short, red, badly lit corridor, to another door he unlocked by touching a fob around his wrist to a sensor on the wall. This door was tough too. Inside was a bank of TV screens and monitors that showed all around the building, including one pointing straight at my hog, as well as a larger screen that pointed down at the door we came in.
“Pretty simple set up,” he explained. It was clear he wanted out of here as soon as he could hand it over to me. “Let in anyone you recognize with this button. Anyone you don’t recognize, have them hold up their member’s card or invitation to the camera first. Make sure it’s in date. When they come to this door,” he tapped the inner door we were standing next to, then opened a small flap, about level with his face, “check the paperwork again here before you let them in. Don’t take any shit. Likewise, if it is someone you know but they have a guest you don’t, don’t let them in until you’re happy they ain’t cops or going to be any trouble.”
“Got it,” I confirmed.
“Course you do,” he smiled. “Now, follow me.”
Tony led me to where the corridor split two ways. To the left, he showed me, was the break room. Sat in the middle, doused in the horrid fluorescent lighting, was a very young looking girl. She had dark hair, was almost too thin, and looked like she’d been crying. She turned her face to look at me and I saw the cut on her lip and the bruises on her face under the ice bag she was holding to it. She offered me a sad smile.
“Is this what goes on here?” I rounded on Tony. I was having no part of administering beatings to girls, whatever the reason.
Tony raised his hands innocently. “Chill out, brother. She had a rough client. It’s been taken care of,” he pleaded. “That’s what we’re here for, after all.”
I looked back to the girl and she nodded in agreement. I slapped Tony on the back to show I meant no disrespect, and he gave me a forgiving grin in return. “Now, you’re gonna like this,” he added.
We turned to the right, which was where I was to show the clients to. We stepped through a thick, black velvet curtain, and emerged into a perfumed, crimson-colored wonderland.
I tried to play it cool, but my eyes went wide as I took in the scene. There was no outside light. The huge red room had light, sweet-scented smoky haze drifting through it and was bathed in a soft glow that cast flattering shadows over its nubile occupants. Sitting, standing and lounging on the boutique furnishings, was a very fine collection of attractive young ladies.
Some were wearing tight-fitting, low-cut and hiked-up party dresses. Some were in nightwear; sheer robes over vests and light cotton panties, babydolls offering tantalizing glimpses of pert breasts and some dark, luscious circles of nipples underneath. Two, a tall, leggy black girl and a generously-breasted Asian babe, had just gone straight for the sexy lingerie, with black, push-up bras and G-strings disappearing up into their firm butts. I was in heaven and I could have stayed a while in this room.
The girls must have heard us coming and posed themselves for our viewing, then relaxed when they realized I was just another Steel Angel, here as security. To work, not to buy. There were a couple of groans but I still got a few coy smiles. I’d always been popular with ladies, something about the urban outlaw look always got them going. Plus, I was a lot younger than poor Tony, and kept myself in much better shape, so I guessed I must have looked like a pretty good upgrade.
“Girls,” Tony introduced me, “this, here, is Theo. Be nice to him, as you have been to me.”
There was a loose chorus of ‘hi Theo’ before the girls went back to chatting among themselves. Don’t all jump me at once, I thought to myself, suddenly feeling pretty unnecessary. Then, I watched as a new girl come into the lobby. Her long blonde hair looked the most natural and her makeup was light, but she was stunningly sexy, in a sweet, girl next door way. The total opposite of the fairly outrageous strippers I’d been surrounded with lately.
She barely seemed to register us, just throwing me a casual glance up and down, then sat on a chair over in the corner and didn’t speak, didn’t smile. She just stared off into the distance. Tony gestured me to follow him, which I did, but I couldn’t stop staring at her as I left. Strangely, something in me wanted to know what was making her sad and, even more strangely for me, I wanted to make it better.
I shook my head to clear it, as Tony walked me down the main corridor behind the lobby. Of course she was sad. She was stuck in a brothel having to fuck strangers twelve hours a day. I decided she was not a girl to get hung up on, no matter how gorgeous she looked.
Tony gave me a quick tour of the bedroom floors. Even though it was only early evening, there were still loud noises and groans coming from a couple of the work rooms. He took me up to the third floor, which consisted of a dorm-style bath and shower room, a dozen or so bedrooms with two beds in each, and a small kitchenette by the stairs. There was no need to actually go on the floor, especially as there were some late shift girls still sleeping. The stairs up to the fourth floor he avoided. That was the Madam’s penthouse, he told me.
***
Back in the break room, an equally young, equally thin blonde girl had come to escort the wounded one upstairs, so Tony briefed me on the last of the things I was supposed to do here. He showed me the row of lights on the wall which would alert me if one of the girls pushed their panic button, and in which room but, basically, I was to make sure the clients paid and keep the assholes in line. Nothing I couldn’t handle and hadn’t done before at different strip joints across the town.
“So, why you in such a hurry to get out of here?” I asked him when he’d finished.
“Nothing, really,” he started. “Just… the Madam, Anna. She gives me the creeps. But I think you’ll be okay. If I’m right, she’s gonna be a lot happier Frost sent someone like you to replace someone like me.” I decided not to read too much into that statement.
“Last thing,” he said, “just between you and me, watch out for Vinnie. He’s some big deal in the Mafia. Most of the clients are pussies. Too much money and here because they can’t get their dicks wet anywhere else. But he’s trouble. Has a thing for Piper and has permission to use her however he wants. It’s bad juju and you don’t want to get mixed up in it, brother. You carrying?” I showed him the nine-millimeter SIG tucked into the back of my waistband. “Cool. Miguel will be in around ten when it starts to get busy. I’m outta here, Take it easy, brother.”
CHAPTER 3: Piper
I didn’t catch the whole discussion but I didn’t need to. I knew Anna was negotiating to sell April to that asshole. Probably for the price of two fucking sessions. I’d seen her do it before when a girl wasn’t profitable. It was business and she had no issue dropping a bad investment. It didn’t matter to her that April would probably spend the rest of her short life being raped and beaten. It mattered to me, though.
When I got back to the lobby, Tony was there with a new guy. I guessed it was his replacement, which meant Anna had finally got tired of Tony always goofing off in the break room instead of doing his job. A quick scan showed a fit, young guy, probably about my age, muscled and tattooed like the rest of the Steel Angels Anna hired as security.
I looked at his face. Pretty, but his wide-eyed expression m
eant one of two things: Either he was a narcissistic jerk who was going to ignore the ‘look but don’t touch’ rule as often as he could, or he was a simple idiot that was going to get killed being distracted by a nice pair of tits. The former I could deal with; the latter was dangerous for all of us. If my next move was going to work, I needed him to be the former.
***
As soon as I got my break, I headed to my car and back to my apartment. I counted off a few thousand dollars from the pile I kept hidden in a shoebox at the top of my wardrobe and raced back to the brothel. I headed up to the third floor, just hoping I wasn’t too late. Happily, as I crept into April’s dorm, I found her still there.
She’d been crying, maybe all evening, but she smiled when I sat down on her bed. “Hey,” I whispered, “we need to get you out of here.”
