My Father's Friend
My Father’s Friend – Chapter 1

The music playing in the background was seductive, alluring and enveloping. The main idea was to attract the client, hook him and make him spend all the money he was bringing with him that night. The girls were more than willing to please any man, as long as they paid the exorbitant sum of money Otto demanded for each one of them.

And if any of them refused to accede to their boss’s requests, then the one who resisted would pay the price for her disobedience. To Otto or any other client, these girls were merely s*x objects to be used for f*****g and pleasuring, and nothing more… they were a lucrative business, filling the owner’s bank accounts.

A fierce blue gaze fell on the dance of a slender, cinnamon-skinned young woman, who was performing erotic movements to the point of being obscene around a rather shiny metal tube. The girl was clad only in lace panties that matched the bra, and impressive heels covered in hundreds of sparkling rhinestones.

The guy watching her wondered, how on earth did she manage to dance so well in such high heels? He watched her a little longer, waiting for her to finish her lovely dance. Even though it was vulgar, it couldn’t be taken away that it was exciting. And well, the truth was that she was not made of stone. Despite the fact that she danced very well and that she could lift the soul of a dying man, he kept his mind on what she was doing. It was more profitable for him.

-You seem pretty interested in that girl, L.C.. Tell me something, do you want her? -A guy sits down without his permission on the empty chair at his table, which makes him clench his jaw tightly. That really pissed him off. Come on, man, don’t be shy. If you want her all you have to do is talk to me.

Suddenly a nine millimeter was pressed under the jowls of the man who was talking nonstop, the sound of the gun safety clicked, causing Otto’s bodyguards to go on alert.

-Easy, easy, easy… -Says Otto swallowing saliva, for a moment the music stopped and with it the dancing young woman.

-When did I tell you to sit down? -L.C.’s loud voice resounded in that place, drawing the stares of the other customers.

-I’ll stand up, if that’s what you want.

L.C. withdraws the gun and ends up releasing Otto. The man runs a hand down his neck as he swallows again. He recomposes his suit a bit and then gives orders for the show to go on.

-You’re very stubborn L.C., you should improve a little on that temper of yours.

-I’ll buy it!

-What are you saying? -He looks at him frowningly.

-To the girl,” he answers, watching her dance. This month, I’ll take the cinnamon-skinned one,” Otto smiles wide, that’s all he wanted to hear.

-You have a good eye, she just arrived yesterday… I hadn’t put her to work yet, but since you’re taking her with you, she’ll already have a lot of work to do with you,” he laughs out loud, but he doesn’t get an answer from the man in front of him.

-Will you sell her, or will you keep talking shit?

-Sure! Sure! I’ll sell it to you. This is its price -He presents him with a piece of paper stating its price, L.C. looks up after seeing such an amount.

The red-haired man’s bluish gaze falls on Otto’s, who seemed to sweat like a f*****g pig. And in that place, the cold was insane.

-Are you trying to rip me off, Otto? He refined his gaze, provoking the brown-haired man to swallow more saliva, wipe his forehead with a handkerchief and half-smile.

-Why do you say that?

-That girl is not worth this amount, do you want to see my idiot face?

-She… she’s new, you must understand that….

-Is she a virgin? -The seriousness of his client’s face was sepulchral, Otto thought he would die right there if he continued lying.

lying.

-No, she is not…

-Did you rape her?

-No one touched her, I swear. The doctor checked her, she wasn’t a virgin anymore. I swear,” she answers quickly, trying to save herself from death.

-I’ll pay only half of what you ask.

-But…” -At that L.C. stands up, imposing his authority -Yes, yes, yes, of course. Let’s do business with half.

L.C. turns around, losing himself behind the heavy red velvet curtains. Otto, watching him walk away, lets out his damned bated breath. Suddenly behind the same curtains appears Santino, L.C.’s right-hand man. He was a muscular and intimidating guy, but not as intimidating as his boss, with the reputation he had, it was very difficult for someone to do his own thing.

-Santino! -Otto greeted him with a smirk.

-Here’s your payment,” he leaves a silver suitcase on the table, “Take the girl off the stage immediately. In 5 minutes I’ll come for her.” He opens the suitcase, and inside is stacked rows of single denomination bills.

-It would be easier if I could get transfers,” Otto smiles with a dangerous gleam in his eye.

-4 minutes,” he adds, keeping a serious look in his eyes.

Santino turns around heading towards the dressing rooms where he always used to pick up the girl his boss bought every month.

-Otto, one of these days L.C. will end up killing you. That guy is very dangerous, he didn’t care that we all threatened to kill him if he did anything to you,” says one of the guards.

-He’s the best customer this f*****g rotten place can have, since L.C. became a regular customer I’ve had a better income. These f*****g bitches, they hardly attract the public, but with that guy’s income I do make a good buck.

-What do you want me to do now?

-Get the dancing bitch off the stage, and order Serena to come out and do her f*****g job right this time, or I’m gonna whip her f*****g a*s tonight.

Otto looked at that silver suitcase before him and smiles broadly, all month he had been waiting for that sale. He was pretty sure L.C. was going to like the new one. He always took the new girls, he was the first to bid on them. The others only paid to f**k them and nothing else, he was the only one who had the privilege of taking them and not bringing them back.

What he did with the girl was not his f*****g problem… but he assumed it was no good. Really, all Otto cared about was that he’d come back monthly for a new one of his little bitches.

Trembling with fear and, shedding tears non-stop, the young woman who had been bought just minutes before stood there while Serena wiped her tears and in turn wiped her face blackened by smeared mascara.

-You must stop crying, you won’t get any good if you keep on crying, do you understand? The young brunette encouraged her to change her attitude, she knew well what happened to girls who cried non-stop.

-I just want to go home,” she answered in the middle of crying.

-Girl, we all want the same thing here. But once these damned pigs catch us, there’s nothing more we can do. Don’t think there’s a superhero on the street rescuing girls.

-But I…” She replies to which her l*p starts to tremble.

-That’s enough! -Serena is forced to slap the girl, if she was caught squealing like a stupid girl, she’d get a beating, both of them -Dammit, stop crying or you’ll get us whipped by these f*****g whores.

The young girl caresses her cheek as she hiccups, her eyes still on the floor. Serena looks at her and feels sorry for her, she knew she would never see the poor devil again. She had barely arrived the night before, and already she was being sold to the highest bidder. Possibly her life would be more miserable than the one that everyone in that hell was leading on a daily basis.