Huck

While I sat at my desk, I pulled up the live feed from Arin’s room. I was sure she didn’t realize there were two cameras in the ceiling—one pointing directly at the bed, another that showed the opposite angle. They were for my protection since she was sharing my personal space. But the thoughts that ran through my head had nothing to do with safety and everything to do with my cock.

Fuck, she was one beautiful stranger.

Every time I checked the footage, she would be in the same position—curled on her side in the middle of the bed. I assumed she was in too much pain to move. And, each visit Lawan had made to Arin’s room, she’d told me the same thing. It had been hours, and she hadn’t so much as kicked her leg out of the blanket.

What the hell had happened to her?

I wondered how long they’d kept her captive before they’d dumped her on the dock, if they’d only hurt her physically or if they’d raped her, too. Would she be able to get over what they had done to her, or would she let the incidents eat at her, using any substance she could get her hands on to block it out?

I’d seen both outcomes before; however, the drugs and booze route was a much more common escape around here.

I never asked any of my purchases what had happened to them. Never once was I curious about what their life had been like before they became my possession.

I didn’t care.

I just saw what they looked like when they got off the boats and shipping containers, I took them in, did what needed to be done, and sent them away.

But, for this one, I wanted to know what had gone down.

I had no idea why.

Nor did I understand why I was suddenly standing outside her door. It was late, I was tired, and I barely remembered pushing myself out of the chair and my feet moving toward her room. But, now, I was knocking hard enough to wake her.

It took several seconds before I heard, “Come in,” in a small, scratchy voice.

I turned the knob and walked in. Setting a bottle of water on the nightstand, I stood next to her bed. “Do you know where you are?”

Sometimes, while they detoxed, the girls would get confused. Lawan had told me that Arin hadn’t shown any signs of that yet, just shaking and puking when I’d left her in the bathroom, but I wanted to make sure that hadn’t changed.

Her eyes never moved away from mine. “Yes.”

“Tell me where you are.”

“Bangkok. At least, that’s what you said before.”

The hallway light shone straight across her face, revealing the true color of her eyes. They weren’t red and hazy, like when she had first shown up. They were blue. Ice fucking blue.

“Do you remember any other details from Mumbai? Anything about the boat?”

Her gaze still didn’t move. “No.”

I handed her the water, leaving the cap on, so she knew I hadn’t tampered with it. “Drink this.”

As she sat up, the blanket fell to her waist, her nipples showing through her thin white T-shirt. They were small, hard, unrestricted by a bra. When she reached for the bottle, the cotton tightened around them, giving me the full outline of her tits. They were teardrop-shaped, palm-sized. A length I could easily cover with a quick sweep of my tongue.

Fuuuck.

“Is this thing glued on?” She ground her hand around the cap, and I could tell it was burning her skin.

“Do you want me to help?”

“I usually have no problem with opening a bottle of water.”

I took it from her, twisting off the plastic and handing it right back. “It’ll take a few days for your strength to return to normal.”

Even though she held the water to her lips, her eyes stayed on me. “It sounds like you’ve seen this before, so what should I expect next?”

“More tiredness.” I placed my hand on the bottom of the plastic bottle and lifted it. “Drink up.”

Several streams of water dripped down her chin before she secured her mouth around the opening.

“I’ll have Lawan bring you more. It will help. And, if you can get some food down, that’ll make you feel better, too.”

She pushed my hand away when a quarter of the bottle was gone. “What do I have to do for food?”

“Didn’t she already offer you some?”

Arin nodded. “But you said that, in the morning, once everything was out of my system, you’d tell me what you wanted from me.”

“It’s not morning.”

“I know. I slept through those hours, and I kept right on sleeping.” She glanced toward the window. “A whole day has passed since I got here, hasn’t it?”

“Yes.”

She set the water on the nightstand, freeing both hands, which she curled around her stomach. The movement caused the inside of her arms to push on the sides of her tits, shoving them together and straight into the fabric. It didn’t appear as though she were trying to get me to look at them. Just the opposite was true, I suspected. Still, I stole a glance.

Motherfucker.

It was perfection. Absolute fucking perfection.

“But I don’t think you’re going to let me have food for free when Lawan does offer it again,” she said. “So, what do you want me to do for it, Huck?”

I took out my phone, finding the flashlight, something I never used that much before Arin showed up. “Open your mouth.” I clicked on the icon, the light glowing onto the floor as I stepped closer to the bed.

“What?”

I didn’t stop until my shins pressed against the mattress, and then I held the light over her. “Open your mouth.”

“You’re not serious—”

“Open your fucking mouth, Arin.”

Her chest rose and fell as her breathing sped up. Her eyes became wide and anxious. She reached behind her, gripping the pillow like it was a goddamn weapon, and slowly parted her lips.

Good girl.

There weren’t any dark fillings or metal caps on her straight teeth. Just white, white, and more shiny fucking white. No one was born with a mouth that beautiful, which told me someone had cared enough to pay for her braces. Just, at some point, she’d stopped having anything to do with them, and she no longer had anyone to call.

I wasn’t staring into her mouth because I gave a shit about her molars or the color of her enamel. Although I’d be lying if I said her lips didn’t look hot as hell as they were spread wide, like I was about to stick my cock between them. What I was after was her submission, to see if she’d follow my demand, and to put her on edge.

I didn’t want her to get too comfortable here. The more she worried about what I was going to do, the faster she would leave my place. I hadn’t turned her away, and I probably should have, but that didn’t mean I wanted her to stick around. Having her here reminded me of Jack and all the transactions and arrangements we’d made together. I needed to stop thinking about him.

I sure as fuck needed to stop thinking about Arin.

“It looks like you’d give some mean head,” I told her. “With only a little strain, your mouth is already watering. I can see it pooling on the back of your tongue. You know how good all that spit would feel on a client’s dick?” I pointed the light toward the back of her throat. “They would fucking love it, and then they would love to come all over your face and watch it drip down your chin.” I dropped the light, so it shone on her neck, giving her cheeks a little glow. “Tell me, Arin, how hard can you suck?”

The anxiousness turned to tears, and they were already leaking out the sides of her eyes.

I had her just where I wanted her.

I got closer to her face, so she could feel the heat coming off my skin. “Really hard? If I’m right, then I want you to nod.”

Again, she did what I’d asked.

My thoughts went to how hard the inside of those cheeks could squeeze around my cock, how much of me she could take in before she gagged, how fast she could swirl her tongue.

They weren’t safe thoughts.

So, I focused on her bruises. They were turning a slight green, which told me they had started to heal. The cuts were all scabbed. Her face was still a mess, but I could picture what she looked like without them.

And I liked it.

Too much.

“Close,” I barked, turning off the flashlight and putting the phone in my pocket.

Within a second, her lips were sealed, and she was tugging the blanket up to her neck. It was too bad. I had really enjoyed the view of those nipples.

“Thank you.” She wiped her face and her eyes, all the tears completely gone now.

“For what?”

She quickly glanced down at my dick. “For not making me do that.”

I laughed at the way she looked at me and for what she had called my cock. In a brothel, we had much better words than that.

“Who says I’m not going to?”

“I-I thought—”

“Stop thinking, Arin. It’s not going to get you anywhere.”

I gazed at the small outline of her body under the covers. It was similar to the girls downstairs, but that wasn’t the size I liked. She needed to gain at least fifteen pounds. Then, once she had more meat on her bones, she’d really look sexy.

If she was here for a few weeks, I’d make sure that happened.

But not for me.

The gain would be for her.

“I have over forty sluts downstairs. If I wanted someone to suck my cock, I wouldn’t have to force them to do it.”

My stare moved to her lips. They were red and suddenly a little swollen. I’d had a chub since she opened her mouth wide for me. Now, it was full-on hard and throbbing.

“There’s nothing sexy about making a woman give me head. I want her to beg for my cock, not fear it.”

“But isn’t that what you’re going to have me do? Sell my mouth? And my body?”

I pulled out my phone as it vibrated in my pocket, reading the text from Lawan, telling me she needed help with someone in the lounge.

“I’ll be back.” I walked to the door, holding the knob between my fingers. “Lawan gave you a phone that has Internet access. Use it and contact whoever you need.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

She needed to stop thanking me. All I’d given her was a place to bathe and a bed to sleep in. If she knew the thoughts that were in my head, she’d be running, not showing me any appreciation.

I shut the door and went down the two flights of stairs, coming up behind Lawan to the backside of her desk. A monitor sat on the glass top, the screen showing a small picture of each of the private rooms. All but one was filled.

“What do you need?” I asked.

“The older man.” She used her head to point to the guy who sat on the far side of the lounge. “He wants you, sir.”

“What does he want?”

“Not sure, sir. He said he wants to talk to the owner.”

“Everything else okay?”

I took a quick glance at the museum. Several of the new girls were in there, and I could tell by the way they positioned their bodies, how they were dressed and put together, that Lawan had trained them well. They were skinny, like my other girls, which was what my clients liked, so I knew they’d all do well here.

“Fine, sir,” Lawan said. “Very profitable evening.”

“Good.” I walked over to the man in the lounge and stood at his side while he sat, facing the museum. “Name’s Huck,” I said, extending my hand. “How can I help you?”

He shook it. “You own this place? You’re a little young for that, aren’t ya?” His accent told me he was American. His boots and cowboy hat made me think he probably lived in one of the Southern states.

“I’m the owner.” I crossed my arms to do something with them. “What can I get you?”

He took his hat off, scratched the baldness on top, and then ran his fingers down his long gray ponytail. “I traveled a long way to get here, and I’d like to spend the night with someone who can take care of my needs. You get me?”

“That’s what we’re all about here.”

“Excellent.” He put his hat back on. “Now, show me a girl you recommend.”

Whenever a client called me over, I was almost always asked that question. That was because it was common for brothel owners to sleep with their girls.

Not me.

I wasn’t like most owners.

In all the years Serviced had been mine, I never fucked any of my employees. I respected what they did to support their families. I just wasn’t interested in sleeping with women who sold their cunts. I never told my clients that. I’d just lie through my response.

“Any of the girls behind that glass can provide a service that you’ll be more than happy with,” I said.

“I’m sure they’re all good at what they do, but my tastes are a little different than what I’m seeing in there.”

That wasn’t the first time I’d heard this; therefore, I had several phone numbers Lawan could call.

“No problem. We can accommodate those needs, too. Why don’t you give me a description of the type of man you’re looking for and my staff will do their best to find someone?”

“Man?” The guy crossed his boot over his thigh and laughed. “I’m not looking for no man.”

“Then, why don’t you tell me what will make you happy?”

He leaned to the side of his chair, the same side I was on, and put his hand next to his mouth to direct his voice at me. “I’m looking for a girl a little younger than the ones you’ve got in there.” His other hand reached toward me, trying to give me the bills that were tucked under his fingers.

“How much younger?”

“Much.”

“I see.” I slid the cash in my pocket.

“I’m not looking for no virgin, but I’m not looking for her to be used up either. I want prepuberty, hairless, someone who knows my cock from my balls, you hear me?”

He handed me another bill. I didn’t bother to see how much it was before I joined it with the others.

“Go find me someone who fits that description. I’ll tip her real well when I’m done.”

My hand went to the man’s shoulder, and I squeezed hard enough to make sure his attention stayed on me. “Let me see who I have in the back.”

As I walked through the lounge, I pointed at the security guard standing at the entrance. With his eyes on me, I turned two of my fingers in a circle, signaling for him to lock the front door, and then gave a second sign that told him to follow me.

“There are four security guards on tonight, right?” I asked the guard in Thai when we reached the hallway.

“Yes, sir.”

“I need you to grab one of them and make sure the other two cover your areas, and then I want you to escort someone outside.”

“The old man from the lounge?” he asked in Thai.

I nodded. “I want to make it clear to that motherfucker that I don’t sell children in here.” I glanced in the old man’s direction, his gray ponytail dangling down his back, as greasy and as goddamn slimy as him. “Actually, when you’re done with him, I don’t want him to be able to even say the word children.”

“What did this one ask for? A boy or a girl?”

“The sick fuck asked for a girl. A hairless one.”

He ground his teeth together. “I’m going to take it further than last time; I’m just warning you.”

I had a feeling that had something to do with the two daughters he had at home. That was the reason I had picked him and not the guard who was standing by the elevator.

“I hope you do,” I replied in Thai. I reached inside my pocket, pulled out the bills the ponytailed bastard had given me, and counted them. Then, I added some of my own money and handed it to him. “Here’s seventeen thousand baht. You’ll get another seventeen when it’s done. Same deal for the other guard.” It was enough money to cover his rent for at least two months.

“I’d do it for free.”

“I’d never ask you to.”

He clasped his hands in front of his face and bowed.

I returned the gesture with a slap on his shoulder, and I went up the stairs to go to my office. As I passed Arin’s door, I paused.

I had so much fucking work to do, including blacking out the security cameras so that the ponytailed guy would be deleted from all our footage. If his disappearance got traced back here, I wanted to be able to prove that he hadn’t walked through my doors. I also had to scan the live feed to make sure my two other guards were covering all the areas now. I had tips to pay out and new girls to enter into my system, and tomorrow’s deposit needed to be counted.

Yet my goddamn feet wouldn’t move from her door.