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She often laments how American women dress like men. So casual, without a care for who they might see on the street, she says.
For all the years I’ve known her, seeing her at Papa’s club as well as at family social gatherings, she’s always had her overly-dyed red hair teased several inches above the crown of her head, and worn enough makeup for two, maybe even three women. While she’s statuesque, the result is not attractive, and is even less so as she’s not aged well due to her smoking and other unhealthy habits. In fact, when we were kids, I mean really little, my brothers and I thought for a time she was a witch.
We still laugh when we talk about that.
“Wh… what is this place?” Charleigh asks, her eyes wide.
Yeah, she’s scared. She should be. I mean, her bastard father sold her out and she has no idea what’s coming next. It’s too bad. She seems like a nice kid. But life isn’t fair and anyone who says otherwise is a fucking idiot.
“We do a variety of things here, Charleigh. We have card games, exotic dancers, a lounge, and even provide our members moreintimateadult entertainment when it’s called for.” Even though Charleigh is quite tall, Dominika, in her six-inch heels, manages to look down on her, establishing dominance like a wolf in the wild.
This is not lost on Charleigh, who looks around nervously. “Do you… do you mean strippers? Well, I… I can’t dance.”
Dominika laughs like the haughty bitch that she is. “Don’t worry, darling. We’ll have you serve drinks. That’s where everyone starts.”
“And the intimate entertainment? Or whatever you called it. Isn’t that illegal?”
“What isn’t?” Dominika mocks, revealing her crooked yellow teeth. No wonder my brothers and I were afraid of her as kids. “Welcome to our world.”
She knows exactly what we plan to use Charleigh for. And she’s smart enough not to let that cat out of the bag. Yet.
On one hand, I understand Dominika’s scrutiny of Charleigh. At first glance she doesn’t look like much. Lanky, small tits, skin so white she’s almost a ghost. But when you look a moment longer and a little deeper, you can’t miss her blue eyes like a pool so deep you could get lost in them, nor her full lips, which will be captivating with a little red smeared on them. Her hair is long and lustrous and a hairdresser will be able to work wonders with it.
In short, the woman is an enchanting blank slate. That’s the best we can hope for in our line of work. Like a holy grail. Its value is nearly impossible to estimate.
But what is perhaps most treasured of all is her alleged virginity. We will, of course, have a doctor verify the fact, but her loser father swore she’s never had a boyfriend when he was trying to sell us on her.
He better not be lying. At the same time, I don’t know how a man can talk about his daughter in those terms. I guess that’s what you do when you’re a desperate motherfucker. He might have reduced his immediate problems by shoving her off on us, but I can guarantee that once the dust settles, he’ll hate himself for the rest of his days for what he did.
Not my problem, though.
IfGates was telling the truth about his daughter, and I really meanif, she’ll fetch a pretty penny at auction. Although, I have my doubts. What twenty-year-old American girl has not been fucked by some idiot? But if his claim is true, this will set the club on track for massive success, wiping out the financial woes caused by Uncle Mikey, and even providing the cash needed to expand our operations, should we decide to. We can stop babysitting the club and get back to our more profitable ventures.
Papa would be proud.
While Charleigh’s clearly scared, it’s not keeping her from shooting questions our way. Her voice gets more high-pitched the more we deny her answers. This is standard operating procedure. It keeps the new girls off-balance. Increases their discomfort. And in the end, helps assure their compliance. Compliance is good in our business. Keeps the drama to a minimum.
“Where are we going now?” she asks.
Dominika is already bored with her, so Niko and I take her to her new accommodations.
Accessible only by elevator, the top floor of the club was long ago converted to suites that rented by special, privileged members, often by the hour. Since my brothers and I took over, we’ve started staying in them so we can keep any eye on everything going on. The staff are getting used to seeing us around twenty-four-seven, a shock since Uncle Mikey only ever swung by to raid the cash drawer.
Fucker.
I lock Charleigh in her room, which is probably nicer than anything she’s ever seen in her life, and I head to my own to kick back for a bit. Vadik and Niko are watching sports together, so I can finally have a little time to myself.
That is, until it dawns on me that my room shares a wall with Charleigh’s and I can clearly hear her crying.
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CHAPTERFOURTEEN
Kir
For fuck’s sake.
All I want to do is relax. This week has been one pain in the ass after another, from cash going ‘missing’ from one of our liquor stores to someone pulling a gun at one of our card games. Instead of chilling out, I have to listen to this woman lose her shit. So, I put on my noise-cancelling headphones and turn on some music I haven’t listened to in a while.
