Chapter 5

• Chase~
• It has been a long time since I passed out from fucking a woman. It feels so good. Considering I’ve always been put off screwing a woman for money and an innocent one at that, my little virgin last night wore me out. No matter what I did, how many times I took her, and I do believe it was five, she took it.
• Her mouth and pussy were mine last night. I’d been tempted to fuck her tight, hot, juicy ass, but I figured it wouldn’t do to rush her into anything. Especially when it comes to a woman’s ass. That kind of fucking needs time, and to prepare her to take my cock.
• Sitting up with a frown, glancing around the room, I don’t see any signs of her. Pushing the blanket off, I see the red bloodstain on the sheets is still there. A mark of what went down last night.
• Shaking my head, running fingers through my hair, I pad toward the bathroom.
• There’s no one there.
• No sign of her at all.
• Checking the time, I see it’s a little after seven, and I don’t like that she’d escaped without me knowing. I’ve never been a heavy sleeper, never, and yet this woman has gone when no one else could.
• Fuck!
• Heading back into the bathroom, I take care of my morning wood by taking a piss. Washing my hands quickly, I try to avoid looking at my reflection.
• Failing miserably.
• I look fucking haggard.
• Screwing a virgin, having her suck my cock, certainly doesn’t leave me feeling fucking refreshed. I’m pissed off. She’s gone, and the worst of it, I don’t even know her name.
• When I head back into the bedroom, there’s a guard in the doorway.
• “Malcolm would like to see you.”
• “He would?”
• It has been a long time since I talked to Malcolm or should I say went and visited him in his office. I’d paid the money upfront last night.
• Why would she go?
• Why not wait and we could have …
• What?
• What the hell could we have done?
• No names.
• No contact.
• No nothing.
• The rules had been told to me many times by dean. It’s why he loved the place so much. Fresh, new pussy that he could ruin.
• Last night wasn’t about ruining her.
• It had been about giving her an experience of a lifetime, and the truth of the matter was, there’s no way I could walk away. Not after looking at her picture. It had been impossible to do.
• She called to me, and now I’m starting to feel like a fucking crazy person. Pulling on my pants and shirt, I follow the guard out of the room, aware that he merely closes the door.
• This is so fucking crazy. He leads the way to Malcolm. Small talk isn’t for me, but for some reason, I’m angry.
• “How does it feel to just stand outside these rooms all night, listening to them fuck?”
• “It’s none of my business what goes on inside these rooms. I’m here to do my job. To take care of them if something bad happens.”
• “They’re fucking total strangers. How bad could it be?” The question even sounds stupid.
• The guard pauses outside of what I assume is Malcolm’s office.
• “You’d be surprised how many men think this is a place to abuse women. It’s not. I’ve had to step in too many times because he thinks a no-holds-barred night means he can beat the living shit out of a woman. Not going to happen. Not on my watch.” He knocks on the door, and Malcolm’s firm “Come in” can be heard. “You better enter.”
• The truth is I’ve no desire to see Malcolm. If the son of a bitch of a guard hadn’t opened the door, I wouldn’t have gone in. I wonder if he read that on me. Shrugging, I head inside to the little pimp sitting behind his desk.
• Malcolm is a rich man. He owns the best nightclubs the city has to offer, and now with this venture, he’s completely loaded. I’m surprised there aren’t virgins strapped to cages in his office to tempt him.
• He’s alone, and he looks fucking pissed.
• “How are you doing this fine morning?” I ask, taking a seat opposite him and taking the lead.
• He glares.
• Two can play at this game. I stare right back, and neither of us backs down. I know Malcolm has a reputation, but I’m not afraid of him.
• I don’t have time for this. It’s a Saturday morning. The office needs me, and I’ve got more urgent needs than staring down this ugly fucker.
• “The girl last night. I want to know her name.”
• “Not going to happen.”
• Gritting my teeth, I rein in my temper. This guy is pissing me off now.
• There’s no way I’m told no.
• It’s a word I don’t hear or believe in, simple as that.
• “Come on, seriously, you’re going to try and convince me that these women don’t want to know about their date?” It sounds like utter BS to me.
• “I’m telling you all of them know the rules. It’s why they come here and why I do business with them.”
• “Oh, please, you’re a glorified pimp. Selling virgins for them. Making money.”
• Malcolm stares at me. “I thought my setup was beneath you. You once told me I was a piece of shit for even considering this business. I always figured you were an uptight asshole until last night. What was it about this woman?”
• “Screw you.”
• Malcolm smiles, only it doesn’t reach his eyes. “You know, the moment she entered my office, I thought about you. She’s got that lost little doe look. Innocent as they come, but there’s that spark, isn’t there? That little hint of darkness that draws a man in.”
• “Tell me about her and her name and we’ll call it even.”
• “If you hadn’t paid off the guard outside her door, I may have considered it. You’re in my club. I offer these women protection, and against my orders, you removed hers. For that reason, I won’t be telling you a single fucking thing about her.”
• “How much will it cost me?” I ask.
• “Nothing, because you’re not getting her information. You got one night without supervision. Consider it a parting gift.”
• “You’re fucking serious right now?”
• “As the fucking dead,” Malcolm says. “I don’t get it though. Why didn’t you want the guard? I know you. You’re not a prude.”
• I shrug. “I didn’t want the guy in on my business. Sue me. You really want me to believe this is a respectable business?”
• Malcolm chuckles. “You think it’s not?”
• “You sell girls. It’s no better than a brothel.”
• The man opposite me sits back. He’s staring at me as if I’ve lost my mind, and maybe I have. I can’t exactly think straight right now. Being told no is new for me. I’m used to getting what I want.
• “You know, this was a new venture for me a few years ago. It was something I stumbled upon because a friend of mine has a sister. You don’t need to know all the details, but the sister’s friend needed money. She didn’t come from wealth, and the only thing she felt she had to bargain with was her virginity. To cut a long story short, she put it on the internet, got a good price for it, and went through with the entire ordeal.”
• This isn’t going to end well.
• “She never lived past that night,” Malcolm says. “They found her body three days later. My friend’s sister knew what was happening, and she panicked. When they found her body, the man who bought her had indeed stripped her of her virginity, but he’d also tortured and killed her. The money was never even transferred to her bank account. So, I checked out the site she used, everything. There were a lot of young women selling their virginity for money. You may think I’m a pimp, and that’s okay. In essence, this is a brothel. The girls come to me, I take care of them, protect them, and at the end of the day, they go home, safe. I guaran-fucking-tee it. I’ve got nothing to prove to you. My conscience is very fucking clear. I save these women. I don’t take a huge chunk of their money. They get most of it. I take enough to keep this place running, to pay for the men, and to make a tiny profit for my trouble. If you think for even a second this is always easy for me, it’s not. Some of these women, they’re barely legal. They’ve had a shit upbringing and want to make a change. To some, I’ve seen the looks in their eyes when they think the only thing they’re good for is a fuck. So, don’t even think about lecturing me on what you believe to be right or wrong.” Malcolm keeps up his glare as he finishes.
• “So, you’re not going to give me the information I want on that girl?”
• “No.”
• “Son of a bitch! I’m not going to hurt her.”