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just so he’d feel more at ease. I suppose he wanted to get a load off before our sit down. Heck, now that I think of it, it doesn’t seem like a bad idea to release all the built up tension we’ve been suppressing. What do you say boss? Figure you can spot me enough for a quickie? You rushed me out the door this morning and I forgot my wallet.”
Lord, give me strength, I thought to myself.
Beau must have seen the look of frustration on my face.
“Forget it. Maybe next time,” Beau muttered as he pushed open the door and entered the brothel. I followed behind.
The interior was a luxurious looking establishment catered towards high class clientele. The furniture and décor were authentic Venetian imports that didn’t come cheap. The crystal chandelier that hung over our heads alone was worth at least twenty thousand.
I was impressed. If I had judged the brothel by its exterior, I would have expected a whorehouse that was more on the grungy side.
“Now remember, I’ll do all the talking. You just sit back and look pretty,” he said.
An attractive, mature woman with chestnut brown hair greeted us. She was full of smiles and her eyes sparkled while speaking to us with a slight Columbian accent.
“Hello gentlemen. You two aren’t the type of customers we usually expect in our establishment,” she said as she tossed her long hair over her shoulders. “You’re both so handsome.”
Beau flashed a devilish grin. “Handsome boys need love too.”
The madam directed her eyes towards me. “I’m almost convinced the girls would pay you for a good time.”
“You’re all sugar and spice,” Beau said. “But sadly we’re here about business, rather than pleasure.”
Immediately her face soured. “Fuck, you’re not cops are you?”
Beau laughed. “I assure you, we’re both seedy fucks. We are not cops.”
“You’re here to collect then? I just made a payment less than two weeks ago. You’re seriously killing my business.”
Beau thought about it for a moment. “Refresh my memory, sweetheart. How much did my colleagues collect last time?”
I could tell that the gears were spinning inside Beau’s head as he saw the opportunity for a pay day.
“You stole two grand from us, plus two blowjobs.”
Beau nodded. “Yes, we’re here to collect; two grand and four blowjobs. Our rates just went up.”
“We’re here looking for someone,” I said, steering the conversation back to where it needed to be.
Beau looked dejected. I had just screwed him out of some spending money and the opportunity to have his knob polished.
“Braydon,” Beau said miserably. “I believe he’s here right now?”
The madam looked relieved “Braydon’s here,” she confirmed. “He’s with a client right now.”
“Which room?” Beau asked.
She raised a brow. “His session should be done in ten minutes. You can have a seat,” she said gesturing towards a finely crafted leather couch. “If you want, I can bring in some of our girls for some company while you wait.”
Beau shook his head. “As much as I’d like to, the boss is running a tight ship. Point me to where Braydon is.”
“We ensure all our clients a private and quality experience at our establishment; emphasis on the word ‘private.’ As I said before, it should only—what the fuck are you doing?”
Beau had ventured towards the back rooms where I assumed all ‘business’ was being done. He kicked opened one of the doors.
“Empty,” he said.
“Please, don’t do that,” the madam cried.
Beau walked to the next room and kicked it open. Inside, a woman shrieked and a man called out “What is going on here?”
“Sorry bud, wrong address.” He took a closer peek inside and then pointed. “You might want to get that checked out by the way. It doesn’t look too healthy.”
He walked towards a third door.
“You’re ruining my business,” the madam shouted.
Beau kicked open the door, looked in, and then smiled. “Hello, you
Lord, give me strength, I thought to myself.
Beau must have seen the look of frustration on my face.
“Forget it. Maybe next time,” Beau muttered as he pushed open the door and entered the brothel. I followed behind.
The interior was a luxurious looking establishment catered towards high class clientele. The furniture and décor were authentic Venetian imports that didn’t come cheap. The crystal chandelier that hung over our heads alone was worth at least twenty thousand.
I was impressed. If I had judged the brothel by its exterior, I would have expected a whorehouse that was more on the grungy side.
“Now remember, I’ll do all the talking. You just sit back and look pretty,” he said.
An attractive, mature woman with chestnut brown hair greeted us. She was full of smiles and her eyes sparkled while speaking to us with a slight Columbian accent.
“Hello gentlemen. You two aren’t the type of customers we usually expect in our establishment,” she said as she tossed her long hair over her shoulders. “You’re both so handsome.”
Beau flashed a devilish grin. “Handsome boys need love too.”
The madam directed her eyes towards me. “I’m almost convinced the girls would pay you for a good time.”
“You’re all sugar and spice,” Beau said. “But sadly we’re here about business, rather than pleasure.”
Immediately her face soured. “Fuck, you’re not cops are you?”
Beau laughed. “I assure you, we’re both seedy fucks. We are not cops.”
“You’re here to collect then? I just made a payment less than two weeks ago. You’re seriously killing my business.”
Beau thought about it for a moment. “Refresh my memory, sweetheart. How much did my colleagues collect last time?”
I could tell that the gears were spinning inside Beau’s head as he saw the opportunity for a pay day.
“You stole two grand from us, plus two blowjobs.”
Beau nodded. “Yes, we’re here to collect; two grand and four blowjobs. Our rates just went up.”
“We’re here looking for someone,” I said, steering the conversation back to where it needed to be.
Beau looked dejected. I had just screwed him out of some spending money and the opportunity to have his knob polished.
“Braydon,” Beau said miserably. “I believe he’s here right now?”
The madam looked relieved “Braydon’s here,” she confirmed. “He’s with a client right now.”
“Which room?” Beau asked.
She raised a brow. “His session should be done in ten minutes. You can have a seat,” she said gesturing towards a finely crafted leather couch. “If you want, I can bring in some of our girls for some company while you wait.”
Beau shook his head. “As much as I’d like to, the boss is running a tight ship. Point me to where Braydon is.”
“We ensure all our clients a private and quality experience at our establishment; emphasis on the word ‘private.’ As I said before, it should only—what the fuck are you doing?”
Beau had ventured towards the back rooms where I assumed all ‘business’ was being done. He kicked opened one of the doors.
“Empty,” he said.
“Please, don’t do that,” the madam cried.
Beau walked to the next room and kicked it open. Inside, a woman shrieked and a man called out “What is going on here?”
“Sorry bud, wrong address.” He took a closer peek inside and then pointed. “You might want to get that checked out by the way. It doesn’t look too healthy.”
He walked towards a third door.
“You’re ruining my business,” the madam shouted.
Beau kicked open the door, looked in, and then smiled. “Hello, you
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