I had no choice but to listen to him. Although I am fearless, the one person I feared the most was my father because he used to be the leader of a gangster group and had connections with bad guys all over Miami.
Dave came in and handed me another phone. I took it and talked to my client for a few minutes. Suddenly, the woman I had just hired to be my new prostitute rushed into the room naked to meet me. Her body was covered in semen, and her legs were shaking. Her wrists were sore, as if she had been handcuffed. I could see that they did a great job.
She stood in front of me, panting. Dave was not surprised to see her naked because he was used to his job. He always tried his best to control his enthusiasm around women because he didn’t want to lose his job. I asked him not to have sex while he was working, so he wouldn't be distracted. She was shaking as she stood.
"They did a great job," I remarked as the men who had been having sex with her made their way into my office. They were also naked, and their bodies were covered in sweat.
"Money," I said, extending my hand to Dave. He quickly ran around my desk, and I heard the sound of the drawer opening and closing. He handed me two stacks of money. I took them from him and used the money to fan myself a little bit. The woman's eyes shook as she eyed the money. I could tell she was desperate for money from the moment she had contacted me through an ad I posted online, looking for new prostitutes for my pimp business. I already had three hundred women, and I still needed more. The more women, the more money.
I tossed the first stack to one of the guys, and it hit him on the forehead.
"What’s your name again?" I asked the girl. She gulped and looked up at me in a shy way.
"What was that?" I inquired.
"What?" she asked, confused.
"The way you just behaved; that is not allowed here," I said, jumping down from my desk.
"If you want to work with me, you should be confident," I said, lifting her chin so she could look at me.
"Because you are not just going to get fucked; you are also required to fuck the clients too," I said to her, and she nodded.
"I-I will do my best, boss," she said.
"Call me Queen," I told her, and handed the money to the other guy. He kissed the money. That was my first investment because I knew this woman could make me money.
"My name is Melody," she said.
"Such a sweet name for a lovely woman," I told her, and she smiled widely. The first thing about my pimp business was that I made sure I kept the identities of my women secret for my safety. If they committed a crime under me, I couldn't be caught.
"Are you ready to sign the contract?" I asked her, and she nodded obediently.
"Yes, Queen," she said in a sweet tone. Dave placed the contract on my desk with a pen.
"Now sign it," I said. She moved closer to the desk and grabbed the pen.
"What are you guys waiting for? Go!" I yelled at the guys; they were among my male prostitutes. I only had fifty male prostitutes. I turned around to see Kate, or whatever her name was, signing the contract while she moved her blonde hair from side to side. She had no idea she was signing her life away to me.
"Do you have a sibling?" I asked, placing my hand on her back.
"Yes," she answered.
"How many? Male or female?" I inquired.
"One, and he is a male," she said.
"How old is he?" I asked.
"Um, he is about thirty-three years old," she answered, interesting. I knew she was wondering why I was asking about her sibling.
She finished signing the papers and closed them, handing them to me. I took them from her and went through the papers to make sure she had signed all the necessary places. She started tapping her foot on the floor continuously, avoiding my gaze.
"Take this, Dave," I said as I handed him the paper. He took it from me and started going through it.
"Is something wrong?" I asked.
"No, no… I was just wondering when I was going to start, you know, working," she said.
"Oh, that’s not a big deal. You can start tomorrow morning. I will get clients ready for you. You should go home and take care of yourself," I said.
"Really?" she asked in a happy tone.
"Yes," I answered. She moved closer to me and grabbed my hand, shaking it.
"Thanks, Queen," she beamed.
"You are welcome. I don’t do handshakes," I replied with a toothy grin.
"Oh, sorry," she apologized, scratching the back of her head.
"Dave, see her out," I told him and sat down at my desk. I picked up my phone and dialed Calvin's number. His phone was ringing in the background, but he didn’t pick up my call. It was quite strange. He never dared to ignore my calls! I tried calling him a few more times, but he didn’t pick up my call.
I was just fucking horny after watching those guys fuck Melody, and I also wanted to get laid. I didn’t want to ask Dave to have sex with me. I had to go to him. I was trying my best to be loyal to him. I packed my black hair into a ponytail with a rubber band and stared at myself on the screen of my phone. I looked amazing, and my red lipstick complimented my beautiful face. I was about to jump down from the desk when an incoming call popped up on the screen. It was a call from my mother.
"Don't give her money!" I heard my father's voice in my head. I felt like I was going insane. Damn! Maybe that’s why she was calling me. I switched off my phone and started walking out of my office. I wondered where my bodyguards were.
****XANDER***** The sun shone down the streets, blindingly bright. I sat in my car on Biscayne Boulevard, the main street in Miami, with the right door slightly open and a rifle in my hand. I was putting on my police uniform as I had been asked to monitor the street for an hour or two. From nearby clubs, I could hear the bass drum of techno music pulsating, and from various restaurants, I could hear Latin music playing. Almost as loud as the music, I could hear the laughter of people socializing. Suddenly, the laughter was replaced by the sound of gunshots. What the hell? I looked at my side mirror and saw a horrible sight. A red BMW was being chased by two sports cars, one thug sticking his head out of one of the car windows with a gun in his hand, firing shots at the BMW. The person driving the BMW showed no fear as he kept going. They were driving above the speed limit. I thought this street was a crime-free zone. I stuck my head out of my car and shot at the BMW heading my way, b
****ASHLEY****I walked into my boyfriend's apartment. The main door wasn’t locked. The living room was unkempt. My eyes widened as I saw a purple bikini on the floor, followed by pants, a bra, and trousers. They all led to the bedroom. No! This can’t be! He can’t be cheating on me no! I neared the bedroom. There was a small gap in the door. I heard Calvin’s voice. He was moaning, I recognized the sounds. I knew it so well. I knew he was fucking someone who wasn’t me! I could hear her soft moans."Yes! Fuck me, baby! fuckk!" she screamed. My subconscious mind understood the situation instantly, and then my conscious mind kicked in, caught up, and recognized that my life had been unilaterally transformed. I couldn't decide whether to kill, cry, or wind my watch as my heart rate skyrocketed, my senses went into overdrive, and adrenaline-fueled, intense shakes hit me like a shotgun blast.Rage, anger, jealousy, hurt, and all the primal darkness wired into my collective unconscious explode
BROKENI wish there was a bullet in the gun. I sat on a wooden bench in his room and watched them for about an hour. He had cummed inside of her a few times.They were both exhausted. Their bodies were sweaty, and their faces were covered in sweat. Emily had cried her eyes out. Her eyes were red and swollen. Calvin was going at a slow pace now."Stop! Stop! Just get out of here!" I screamed at both of them. They both fell off the bed, panting as they glared at me. They were looking around the room for their clothes."There's no need to look for your clothes; run for your lives!" I shrieked, I will still make their lives a living hell. I won’t rest until I kill Calvin."But this is my house," Calvin replied, staring at me. Emily had run out of the room."No, this is my house, and I said get out!" I said he was slowly burning with rage; veins were throbbing on his neck, and the tip of his dick had a small stain of blood. He would have died."Get out of my face, asshole!" I shouted, and m
"I…I don’t know queen, but I will try to find out." Chris replied in a shaky voice."Queen, you need to calm down. He wasn’t the one that tried to kill your father. He was just a witness to the accident. That means he might know who tried to kill him." Jake explained. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I have been having mood swings lately, and it’s doing me no good."Alright, take me to my father’s ward," I said, extending my hand to Jake. He took my hand and started leading me away, with Chris walking behind us. I halted at the entrance of the hospital, with people bumping into us trying to walk out of the hospital I tilted my head to look at Chris."I want you to go and look for that police officer," I told him."Okay boss, I will try my best to look for him." He said with a reassuring smile. We all made our way into the huge hospital. The smell of the hospital disinfectant was invading my nostrils. There were a lot of people sitting on the waiting chair. It was accom
****XANDER***** "Detective Kim is on leave. This is your chance to get promoted to detective. Don’t blow it off." My boss said over the phone, as I stood outside the strip club waiting in line as I listened to him. "I won’t mess it up, boss. You can count on me." I assured. "Alright Xander, if you find the culprit, consider yourself promoted," he said and hung up. I sighed. We had been talking on the phone for hours on my way to the strip club. I was expected to catch a criminal in the strip club that had been abducting desperate girls for sex trafficking. I looked behind me. I had a feeling I was being trailed. Maybe it’s just a figment of my imagination. I removed my face mask and tossed it to the floor. I have enough money to woo strippers so I can get to the bottom of this. The line started moving after a long pause. There was a neon sign above the main door that said, "Dead End." The door was opened wide for everyone to go inside. I strolled into the empty foyer. Both the pay
I fully entered the VIP area. The sight was horror. No wonder they had a lot of privacy here. They were fucking the girls, and there was Kendrick fucking a stripper who was riding his dick. "Ah, mmh baby fuckk!" she moaned out. He was underneath, moaning and smacking her ass as she rode him, holding her hair up. The other girls were involved in one sexual activity or the other, and they were all shameless. They didn’t care. I was watching them. I spotted an empty seat next to two strippers who were giving a man a blowjob. He was hitting their faces with his dick; they were on their knees in front of him with their mouths open like they needed his dick badly. I don’t know anything about investigating. How am I going to catch the person that is trafficking girls? I sat on the empty chair, trying my best not to look at what was happening in front of me, but I couldn’t help but look, and it was making me horny. I stroked my dick a little. "Here you go," the stripper I had been talking t
"Ahhh!!!!" Kendrick screamed in pain. She was biting his dick with her razor-sharp teeth. She is so fearless and wicked. He pushed her away by the chest with all his strength. She fell to the floor on top of the guy who was standing behind her, groaning in pain as she lay on top of him. Kendrick grabbed his bleeding dick. "Damn you, Kendrick!" She exclaimed with her mouth wide open. I could see stains of blood on her teeth. Kendrick scrunched his face like he wanted to cry and ran out of the room like a scared cat. "Baby, what are you staring at?" the stripper asked, bringing me back to my senses. I was about to stand up on my feet when one of the staff walked into the room. "Hey, Leni, come here," he said, calling her. She pursed her lips and glanced at me with a worried look. "I... am sorry. I have to go." She muttered and removed my hand from her lap, adjusted her bikini and stood up to leave. I grabbed her wrist before she could leave. "Hey, where are you going? You can’t leav
****ASHLEY**** My head was spinning, and I was feeling hot. I felt like taking off my clothes, but I was in the arms of a strong man. He was so freaking hot, and I wanted to fuck him, but for some strange reason, he wasn’t giving me the same energy. Didn’t he want to fuck me? What is wrong with him? Am I not hot enough? He shut the door with his leg before I could come to terms with what was happening. He threw me on the bed. My leg hit the bed as I lay there and spread my legs, revealing my wet panties seductively licking my fingers. I gave him a cheeky wink, waiting for him to come to me. He glanced at me on the bed and began removing his tie. What was he doing? I want him. I want him to fuck me good. He started undoing the buttons on his shirt. What is he doing? He is making me bored. I feel like I have been waiting forever. I sat up on the bed and tore my shirt into two, revealing my pink bra. I struggled to remove the bra from my squished breasts. I grabbed my left breast, star