We try different variations, favorite things. Date of birth stuff… everything. None of them are any good.
“What would she have, none of these are any good,” I say plainly.
I throw the mouse on the desk.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
“Just try Beau,” Cally says with a wink.
“It has to be eight letters or more,” I reply.
“Let me try,” Cally says.
She quickly types into the box.
“Access denied.”
Again, she types.
“Access denied.”
Her fingers dance over the keys of the keyboard.
“Access granted.”
“Well, I’ll be fucked, how did you do it?” I ask.
“It was easy. Shona4Beau,” Cally says.
“So, she really has it for Beau, huh?”
“God yes, he is her everything. It drove her crazy until they finally got together,” Cally explains.
“There is no denying it, they make a great couple,” I comment.
“Yeah, he even takes her out for dinner,” Cally says with a look of intention.
“I offered you a burger yesterday,” I say smiling.
“You know what I mean, the chance to dress up and eat something posh,” Cally says.
“Hint taken, I'll see what I can do. I have no clothes though,” I reply with a grin.
“Ah, yes. I said I was going to take you shopping!” Cally says.
I find the details for Simon James. I'll have find Joseph and give them to him later. I'll also do some investigation of my own at the same time.
I'm just logging out from the computer when a red light starts flashing on the wall.
“Fuck, we have a problem in one of the rooms,” Cally screams looking worried.
She runs from behind the desk and heads to the corridor to the rooms. I run after her. Room twelve. The light is flashing above the door. The girl must have hit the panic button.
Cally tries the door; it's locked.
“Where is the key!” Cally screams.
We can hear banging from inside the room. The faint noise of smashing things fills the hallway. There is a man’s voice shouting.
“Where the fuck is security?” Cally says trying to pull at the door.
The other girls are gathering in the hallway.
“Stand back!” I say.
I run at the door and slam into it with my shoulder. The wood creaks as my shoulder crashes into the door.
Again, I slam into the door. A small gap begins to appear. I raise my foot and slam it into the door. The door finally gives way and flies open. A John stands in the center of the room. He's there in his white briefs and black socks. Saliva dribbles down his chin as he turns to face us. His eyes look blank.
The girl is cowering up the corner, her hair ruffled and her makeup smeared across her face. Tears flood from her eyes.
“What the fuck is going on here?” I yell.
“She said she was game for anything, I just wanted anal, and she lost it,” the guy says shaking.
“If she said ‘no’ that means ‘no,’” I reply angrily.
“I thought anything goes, so I just grabbed her,” the guy says.
“So why did you get so angry?” I ask, confused. He looks like a decent enough John.
Cally walks up to the corner and helps the girl to her feet. She leads her out from the room. The girl is sobbing uncontrollably, and the whole scenario seems quite familiar.
“I just saw red; she said ‘no,’ and anger just flooded over me,” the guy says.
“Have you taken anything?” I ask.
“No, I never use,” he says.
“Your eyes are telling a different story sunshine,” I say.
“Okay, I did drop a Kisses tablet earlier; first time. honest,” he says.
“Just as I thought, damned fucking Kisses,” I mutter.
“Why, are they bad?” the guy asks.
“Look at the state of you. You look as if you could piss your pants in any minute.”
“I promise, I'll never take them again,” the guy says as he begins to get dressed.
Cally returns into the room.
“What was it?” she asks.
“This dumb fuck bought a Kisses tab, he thought he was going to get a super-duper erection,” I say rolling my eyes.
“Those fucking drugs are going to kill someone soon,” Cally says.
“Where did you get it from?” I ask him as he dresses.
“I just got it from someone who I know, because he had a few spares,” he says sheepishly.
“Shit, he'll kill me if I tell you,” he says quivering.
“That’s nothing if you don’t say his name,” I reply.
“P, P, Peter,” he says.
“That makes it easy; some guy called Peter,” I yell out in sarcasm.
“Peter Grimes, he gave it to me,” he says.
The guy finally gets dressed.
“Have you got your membership card?” Cally asks.
“Yes, here, I have it here,” the guy replies.
He hands it to Cally, “Consider yourself banned for life,” she says.
“It was just one mistake, I'm s…”
“You don’t come to this club with drugs, and you don’t touch my girls with your grubby little fingers ever again,” Cally screams.
The guy bows his head and pushes his spectacles back up his nose.
“Security will show you out,” Cally explains.
I shove my finger toward the guys face, “Not a word to this Peter, okay?”
“Right, um yes, not a word,” he replies.
We watch as two security guards grab the guy and drag him to the rear door of the club.
“These fucking Kisses tabs are getting everywhere. People don’t know how dangerous they are,” I say.
“That is fucked up. But the question is… how can we stop them coming in the club?” she asks.
“It's impossible, if they take them before they enter, you will never know,” I reply.
“Fuck!” Cally says.
“Come on there is no more we can do here,” I say.
We exit the room, and I close the broken door. I glance to the back and can see that the rear door is still open. I walk to it and can see Joseph just about to enter into his section.
“J, hold up,” I call.
“What is it Ty?” he asks.
“A bit of excitement, some dude just had a Kisses tab and wanted some anal with one of the girls. Without consent,” I explain.
“I just passed two guards who were coercing someone off the premises,” Joseph laughs.
“That will teach him. anyway. I have an address for Simon James if you need it,” I say.
“Sure, it will save me time,” he replies.
I hand the scribbled address to Joseph.
“I appreciate that,” he says.
“One other thing, this guy said he got his tab from Peter Grimes,” I explain.
“Maybe I have underestimated that low down piece of shit,” says Joseph, puzzled by the link.
“I'm going to have a word with him tomorrow,” I say.
“Just watch him. if you need someone to go with him, let me know,” he says.
“It will be okay, I'll just have a quiet chat with him,” I say smiling.
Joseph waves the piece of paper in his fingers.
“Just don’t do anything stupid, if he is mixed up with Simon, who knows what he is into,” Joseph presses.
“I'll be careful, but for now, I have a club to help run,” I say.
I walk back into the club as I see the security guards coming and rubbing their knuckles. It will be a long time before that guy thinks about saying anything about his trip to this secret club.
We walk back to the office. Shona and Beau have returned from their dinner.
“I thought you were going home,” Beau says looking happy.
“I was asked to help out until
you decided to show your face,” I reply laughing.
“Are they my clothes? he asks.
I scratch my head, “Yeah, I had a shower and needed something to wear,” I grin.
“They look better than those typical tatty things you hang around in,” Beau says smiling.
“So, everyone keeps telling me. I have my personal shopping assistant who is going to take me, soon” I reply.
“You should do it sooner rather than later,” Beau says with a sly grin.
“Back to work Teaser Tuesday Boy, this place won’t run itself,” Cally calls down the hall.
Beau laughs, “And I’m Manic Monday… apparently!”
“Work, work, and more work.”
Cally
“My man is beautiful.”
Ty had gone home once Shona and Beau had arrived back at the club. I had brought Shona up to speed on the events of the evening. From then onward, the night had been normal.
I had gone home and spent a boring time alone in my apartment. I had arranged to meet Ty early in the morning. I was finally going to take him out for some new clothes. He wardrobe had become somewhat limited in both quality and quantity.
I wake up and lay in bed thinking of how my relationship with Ty was going. There were very few dull moments that I knew of. I look at the clock, and I have slept longer than I wanted to. It is nine am, and Ty would be arriving anytime soon.
I quickly turn on the shower and wait for the water to warm. I step inside, and the hot water rushes over me. I close my eyes and tilt my head back. I wish Ty were here; I can picture his hands running all over my silky wet body.
I am not that lucky; we were on a mission. How to transform a rugged hunk of a man into something that was a little more presentable. All in one day!
He does look cool in casual clothes though. Very handsome.
I finish showering and stand in my bedroom looking through my lingerie drawer.
Something sexy, who knows where we will end up…
I pull out a dark purple bra and panties. The contrast of my fair skin will drive him wild if he gets to see it. I stand in the closet. Jeans are no good for quickie sex, so a short skirt with just a simple low-cut sweater should do.
I look at myself in the full-length mirror. I look fine, the curves of my body are sure to have him tempted, and my heaving bosoms are more than appealing. I was born sexy. So, Shona says.
Come on Cally this is a shopping trip, not a sexual adventure.
I finish putting the final touches to my makeup and the door buzzer rings. I dash to the window and look outside. I can see Ty on the pavement staring up at me. I signal two minutes with two fingers and race back to the living room to grab my keys and bag.
I exit the apartment building, and I see him standing with his back to me. I walk up behind him and fling my arms around his waist.
“Gotcha,” I squeal quietly into his ear.
“You ready, bad girl?” he asks with a wink.
“The question is, are you ready?” I ask laughing hard.
“Of course. Just a little apprehensive, I don’t want you dressing me up to be something I’m not,” he replies.
“Don’t panic, I have excellent taste,” I say smiling.
“You must have, you're with me!” Ty takes my arm.
I link my arm through his, and we walk down the street.
“Where are we going?” he asks.
“There is that new mall open; they have a huge sale on,” I explain.
“Sounds cool,” Ty says.
We continue walking, and I can see Ty glancing over his shoulder. I look back and can see the silver Subaru that chased us when we were on his bike.
“Quick, around this corner,” Ty whispers.
We move quickly around the corner and crouch behind a large-wheeled dumpster. The car creeps into the street and stops. The doors open and two Chinese guys get out and look up the street.
Ty jumps from behind the dumpster.
“Hey, what the fuck are you following us for?” he asks.
“No trouble, no trouble,” Chinese guy one says.
“You fucking nearly had us killed chasing us like that,” Ty yells.
“Mr. Yang want to speak you,” he says.
“Who the fuck is Mr. Yang?” Ty asks plainly.
“I know him,” I say.
“Huh?” Ty asks.
“He's an old customer of mine. Nice Chinese guy,” I reply.
“Come, Mr. Yang, he wait,” Chinese guy one says.
“It will be fine, let’s go with them,” I say to Ty, relieved.
We climb inside the car, and we are driven to the Golden Dragon restaurant in Chinatown. It's a bit of a cliché, but hey, that’s the way things are in this world, I guess.
The two Chinese guys take us into the restaurant. Mr. Yang sits at a large round table. Golden dragons adorn each of the placed settings which surround him.
“Good Morning Cally, sorry my guys scare you,” Mr. Chang says with a smile.
“If I knew they were from you we wouldn’t have run so fast,” I say.
“My guy say, he is good on bike, very skillful,” he says. He points to Ty.
“Why have you brought us here? and not speak at the club?” I ask. Ty looks puzzled by the whole thing.
“Club too obvious, eyes and ears everywhere,” he explains.
“I don’t understand,” I say. Now I’m puzzled.
“I know this Kisses, he was the man who rough sex with you?” he asks.
“Yes, but that is sorted. He was drugged unknowingly.”
“He good guy?” he asks.
“He very good guy,” I reply. I am starting to get the same accent.
I look at Ty, and he is totally bemused. He has no idea what is happening.
“What you guy name?” Mr. Yang asks.
“Ty, my guy name is Ty,” I reply as Ty smiles at my new-found accent.
“You want tea?” he asks.
I kick Ty under the table. Don’t refuse his hospitality.
“Yes please, tea will be very nice, thank you,” Ty says.
“So, Ty, word on street say you have plan, correct?” he asks.
Ty looks at Mr. Yang, “How did you know?” he asks.
“Ah, I have contac, lots of contac. I know lots,” he says.
“You have nothing to do with Kisses?” Ty asks.
“No, bad drug. I want to offer help. You have enough men?” he asks.
“To take over the bars and clubs, yes. They are under surveillance now,” Ty explains.
“Yes, I know, we watch you very closely,” he replies laughing. “What your plan for the manufacture place?” he asks.
“I have no idea where that is?” Ty says.
“You want to know?” Mr. Yang whispers.
Ty and Mr. Yang continue to talk about his plan. The Chinese affiliates are totally in favor of Ty’s plan. They have had a few encounters with it in their brothels, too. Some of their girls have been beaten and worse.
As with Ty, Mr. Yang has no idea who is behind the manufacture. He only knows where it's being produced. There are two sites that he knows of.
“So, Ty we help, let us know when?” he says.
“I will, and I appreciate it,” Ty says.
“You look after Cally, she very good girl, one of the best,” he says smiling.
“She is, thank you,” Ty says.
“I should kill you though, you take her away from me,” he says smiling. He contorts his face into a belly laugh.
“Mr. Yang, you're a bad man,” I say waving my finger at him.
“I only bad with you Cally, other time, me good man,” he replies.
“You were a good customer, very generous,” I reply as I hold his hand.
“Where you go anyway? I mean, it very early,” he asks.
“Shopping for clothes, Ty is well, have a look at him,” I say laughing.
“Ah, he casual, too casual, smarten him up,” he says.
“I'll try, and then he has to buy my lunch or dinner, too,” I say.
“Dinner, come here. Best noodle and dumpling in the city,” he says.
“we might just do that, I love Chinese!”
“I know you like Chinese; you show me how much,” Mr. Yang replies with a wink.
How embarrassing!
We finally make our farewells and head back to the street.
“That makes an interesting start to the day,” Ty says with a grin.
“He is a good man, you should be thankful,” I reply.
“Did you, you know. Did you see…” Ty started to say.
“No, I never slept with him. I just danced for him,” I reply.
“Ah, Okay, good!” Ty replies.
That is a bit of a lie. Cally!!! A big lie. Shit!
I had slept with Mr. Yang. On a few occasions. Mr. Yang was old, but he performed as good as any guy half his age.
“I have no idea where the mall is now; we need a cab,” I comment.
We continue to walk through China town, it's deadly quiet, and just a few people are venturing out for the markets. The faint scream of the Chinese vendors echoes as they begin selling their herbs and spices.
We reach the main street and wait for a cab. Now we can get back on with our shopping trip. I hang on to Ty’s arm and gaze into his eyes.
I'm not sure if it's Mr. Yang or shopping for new clothes which scares him the most.
“My man is beautiful.”
Ty
“Shopping is for everyone, unless you’re a man.”
We arrive at the new mall and venture inside the luxurious interior. Marble columns support the walkways for the upper floors. Light spills in from the giant skylight that makes up the biggest part of the roof. We begin to venture inside some of the main shops. Cally runs around picking shirts and pants from the racks.
“Steady on, there is more than one shop you know,” I say.
“I know, but they are all on sale,” Cally replies.
“Is that a woman’s mentality, if it's in the sale, you just have to have it?” I ask.
“Of course, make the best of a good thing,” she replies excitedly.
I begin to try on some shirts. I'm not one for formal dress and feel uncomfortable wearing them.
“Cally, this is just not me, I'm not a shirt and tie man,” I say plainly. I hate tight collars.
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