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“I just didn’t want to touch a coked-out whore! I dunno where her cunt’s been!”
Vanessa tenses at that. “They aren’t coked out whores,” she says quietly but fiercely, staring at the man. “You don’t have to insult them just because you couldn’t get it up.”
Her words startle me, and I flash her a savage grin. “That’s the spirit!”
“F-fuck you, whore!” The man struggles pathetically, flopping around like a fish on land. “Please, if I miss my shift, I’ll get fired! My boss’s been breathing down my neck…”
“If you don’t give Slayer what he wants, you’ll end up dead,” Vanessa says quietly. “You should probably cooperate with him instead of worrying about thecoked-out whoresand your job.”
I like this side of Vanessa. I want to poke at her a little more, to see if I can get her to have another little show of attitude.
“What do I even want?” I wonder aloud, laughing. “I think I forgot. Fuck. I got too distracted.”
“God, I’m sorry, please, j-just let me go, I won’t tell anyone, I swear.” The guy’s blubbering sounds real enough, but even cops would be terrified if they had me looming over them while their dicks are out. I consider his shriveled little cock for a second and contemplate stepping on it. I doubt I’d get anything out of him when he’s in that level of pain, but his screams would be fun.
“All right, one more time. The truth, this time. Who are you really, and why’s your dick so uninterested in Vanessa?” I cover my mouth to hide a smirk. Short of a crazy bastard like Giulio, I can’t imagine any dude who’d be hard in this situation.
“M-my name is… Jorge Martinez… I’m just… I’m just a warehouse worker,” ‘Jorge’ sobs. “And I… I don’t… I don’t want a diseased cunt… that’s all, please.”
Vanessa’s eyes narrow. I’d accused her of more or less the same, refusing to fuck her bare, but I guess since that had worked to her advantage, she didn’t care that much. Or maybe she was just too scared to remember. “You’re lying,” she says quietly.
“What? I’m not!” ‘Jorge’ protests, trying to look over his shoulder at Vanessa.
“If you barely make money, why are you wasting it all here?”
I lean forward, my eyes not leaving ‘Jorge’s’ face. He looks as confused as I feel, but unlike him, I’m also amused.
“It was a treat. To myself. The… the work gets harder, but the pay only gets shittier,” ‘Jorge’ says. He’s stopped flopping around, but he’s pulled his knees up to his chest as close as he can to hide his cock. Although that does leave his ass exposed.
I’ve had Giulio’s more than once, but I’m generally not attracted to men, and ‘Jorge’s’ ass is as hairy and ugly as the rest of him. I make a face. “Vanessa, are you—” I’m starting to get a little impatient.
“You’re wearing five-hundred-dollar shoes!” she interrupts me. “You aren’t some warehouse worker!”
My eyes narrow as I zero in on his shoes. They don’t fit with the rest of his outfit, which is simpler and looks like it probably came from Walmart. The shoes, on the other hand… Well, I don’t know much about fashion, but if Vanessa says the shoes are worth half a thousand bucks, I’ll trust her on that. I stare at ‘Jorge,’ wondering how fast he can think on his feet.
‘Jorge’s’ eyes widen, and he cranes his head to look at his shoes. A nice—clean—pair of sneakers, with some logo on them I don’t recognize.
“These—these are fake,” ‘Jorge’ says quickly. “Bought ‘em from some guy on the street.”
Vanessa looks at me. “Those arenotfake,” she says.
I whistle. “Yeah, you might’ve been able to fool one of the other girls, but you see, this one’s special. This one belongs to Giulio Pavone.”
He can’t stop his reaction, his lips twisting in disgust. Oh, he knows the name, all right.
I grin at him. “Yeah, that Giulio. She’s gonna be his baby mama, and you just insulted her.”
“F-fuck,” the guy starts shaking his head. “L-look, whatever they’re paying you, I can double—no, triple it. Just let me go, we can all pretend this never happened.”
I roll my eyes at him. “You want me to pretend an undercover cop never strolled into Ntimacy trying to find something to arrest these poor, sweet girls on? To dig up some dirt on Giulio? Maybe if you hadn’t been stupid enough to get made, but you even managed to set off red flags on one of the dumbest fuckers who works here.”
The guy shakes his head furiously, and he’s back to writhing around like a little worm. It’s amusing, but I’m getting bored. I’m also conscious of just how late I’m going to be.
“Vanessa, go knock on the door. Let Donny know we’re ready to finish things off here.”
Vanessa hesitates, her eyes going to the man.
“Go on,” I say impatiently. “He’s too stupid to talk, so let’s just fucking end this.”
