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 meant 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.”
“I’ll be fine, Piper,” she gave me a weak smile. “Anna’s got one of her special customers interested in me. I’m going to go and live in his mansion. He’s like Hugh Heffner, just an old guy who likes to have young girls around to wear bikinis and go shopping with. He doesn’t even have sex with them.”
“You poor idiot,” I spat. Her hopeful expression melted into fear, like I was attacking her. “Anna’s selling you to the jerk who hit you today. Sorry, baby, but we need to get you out tonight.” She looked at me, even more terrified than before, and started to hyperventilate. This was the last thing I needed. I pulled her up to hug her, rubbing her back and telling her to breathe. “I got this, April, don’t worry.” I gave her the roll of notes. “Take this, pack a small bag and put on some jeans and a jacket. They’re going to be looking for you to make a break for it so, at midnight, come down to the side door and sneak out. There’ll be a cab waiting.”
“But…” she tried to push the money back into my hand.
“But nothing, baby. I’ll take care of everything else, just be there.”
***
I had a regular client pre-booked until just before midnight, I just had to make sure he didn’t feel like staying any longer. It took a little work, but I managed to make sure he was pretty worn out by eleven thirty and safely on his way. Having earned a thirty-minute break, I went to lay down for a while, before fixing my hair and makeup and going to properly meet the new boy. It was Showtime!
And there he was, manning the side door like a good little guard dog. I fixed my very best alluring smile in place, offering just a hint of the forbidden pleasures I had to offer, and slinked over towards him. I saw his eyes go wide at my approached. His tongue darted out to quickly lick his lips as his eyes moved over my body. My playful, cut-off shirt showed a little cleavage but, best of all, ended just below my nipples, revealing a tantalizing amount of full, round, under-boob that drove the guys wild. My tiny, thin skirt started low on my flat belly and stopped slightly below my pussy, only just hiding everything. He tugged on his cigarette as I reached him, silent but unable to look away. This was going to be too easy.
“Do you have one of those for me?” I purred at him. He fumbled in his pocket for the pack. “Not here, we’re not supposed to smoke where the clients can see us. Follow me to the break room.”
I turned around and walked away. Knowing how good my butt looked in this tight skirt, I didn’t have to look back to be sure he followed me. I got to the break room first and hit the horrible main fluorescent light. Then, illuminated only by the under-cabinet lighting, I reclined against the wall and waited for him.
He rounded the corner and stopped by me, keeping only inches of daylight between us. Oh yeah, he was not a big fan of the ‘look but don’t touch rule’, I could tell. I took the offered cigarette and held it to my lips for him to light. In the glow of the flame that flared as I took my first drag, I saw his face, close up and clearly.
He really was exquisite, in a rough and rugged way. His gray-green eyes shone, and they had a heartbreaking touch of sadness in them, like he was just a little lost. His chiseled cheekbones wore a light coat of stubble, all the way down to his firm jawline and small, soft lips. Despite the day I’d had, I felt a little tingle down between my legs. This boy was something special for sure, but I had a job to do.
“You’re too kind,” I told him.
“Wanna tell me what you want?” he asked, his face very close to mine.
“I missed your introduction earlier, I didn’t get your name,” I told him.
“Theo.”
“Well, Theo,” I said, looking him in the eye and lifting his hand up to my face, “whenever there’s a new guy, the girls draw straws to see who gets to know him first.” I closed my eyes and slowly took the tips of his first two fingers into my mouth, wetting them and softly swirling my tongue around them. I heard his breathing quicken. “I won,” I whispered, pulling his hand down my body and under the hem of my skirt. I gently pressed his two fingers against my bare pussy, closing my eyes again and letting out a soft moan. His breathing became even more ragged and, wet from my mouth, his fingers felt good sliding against my slick lips.
“I’m honored,” he murmured breathlessly as I tossed my cigarette away and reached down to open his zipper. I delved inside and found him, firm, long, and hot. I helped his hard cock out of his jeans and used it to pull him a hair closer. His fingers, still on my pussy, sent a thrill through me as they penetrated a little further inside me.
“Come on, Theo,” I breathed into his open mouth, “just fuck me now, please?” I dropped his dick and spun around, putting my face against the cool wall, and lifted my skirt, pushing my ass out and inviting him to enter. I felt his hand on the back of my neck and steeled myself for the three thrusts it should take for him to shoot his load inside me.
“Sorry. Piper isn’t it?” his voice came, surprisingly calm and even, “But that’s against the rules.” I heard him zip up and step back. What the actual fuck? I laid it out in front of him, all he had to do is put it in, and he said no?
“Are you fucking serious?” I snapped at him, still standing with my naked butt as some sort of offering. “Why won’t you fuck me? Are you queer or something? Fuck, just put it in my ass if you want,” I yelled at him, then realized that begging like this was demeaning. I covered myself up and turned around. I took a step closer and hissed at him, “Do you know how much guys pay to just get a look at this?” I ran my hands up and down my body. I didn’t know why I was so furious, but I knew I was mad at him.
“It’s okay,” he said, ignoring my indignation. A small, sly smile crept all the way from his mouth to his eyes. “I think you’ve done enough.”
I shook my head and stomped back out into the corridor. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Stopping for a second, though, I was able to see the monitor and I saw a small, girlish form, carrying a holdall and running across the car park, seconds before I heard a car pull away. She’d made it.
Still, though, this Theo had really pissed me off. What was wrong with me? Why didn’t he want to fuck me? Every other guy on the planet did, what was his problem? He joined me in the corridor a moment after the cab drove away.
“Fucking fag,” I spat at him and stalked off.