I saw how Gab resigned and admitted defeat with how I was sailing our boat around. But I could tell he was also worried more because he was not familiar with the place and their crazy rules here. Gab groaned when we reached the table and before we even got properly seated, a waitress came with a tray. “This is a protocol. But don’t worry, this is on the house,” the waitress said with a salacious smile as she placed a glass tray with white crystal powder and rolled one dollar bill. “I will be back in a while to get your orders, but only if you finish this. We have eyes all around so we would know if you took it according to the boss’ liking,” the added before she left. “Fuck!” Gab groaned again. But his face did not show the negative reactions he was actually feeling at the moment. I giggled pretentiously while asking. “What is this?” “Coke!” Gab answered shortly. I saw Gab wet his left index finger and dipped it into the powder then brought the same index finger into his mouth,
We walked behind the waitress as she led us to a door behind the stage. Gab was even more extra protective of me as I was a bit clumsy on my movements. Not much like a drunk person, but I was feeling light and like a leaf being blown by the soft wind of fall season. I was also blabbering, but Gab would constantly hush me. But when we get into another door after walking a narrow and dimly lit hallway. I was not surprised to be led to a different area if the owner of this place really asked for us to meet him, but I was not quite prepared to see what atmosphere was in the next room we arrived into. “Five hundred thousand!” “Six hundred!”“Eight hundred thousand!” A rising number of hundreds of thousands being yelled by different people, men and women, in the room was heard. The waitress told us to sit at a table far from the center of the room but with clear view of the stage where a woman and a man almost naked, only a thin fabric was artistically winding around their body to cove
Gab’s POVI was a bit mentally prepared that there would definitely be rules to abide by in such places like where Skye and I were going tonight, but I have never felt as nervous as I was right now. It was because I was doing this mission with Skye, who happened to know nothing about such a dark corner of society. A brothel with the building itself having a drug lab. The possibilities of people in the surroundings, inside and outside the building structure itself was too high to ignore. As per experience, dealing with people high with drugs is wild and ugly. Some of them are daredevils and paranoids that they tend to go beyond extreme.I was worried for Skye. Worried is an understatement, actually, because I was afraid for her!I might have been in similar situations before. Some were all by myself, while some of them were done side by side with Marco, and I have never felt the way I do now that I was doing this mission with Skye. It was because I knew Marco could take care of himsel
As we walked behind the waitress in that dark hallway, I felt how Skye was also a bit scared, like she was worried something or someone would suddenly pop out of nowhere and startle her. I could feel her hold on my arm tighten every once in a while, so I also held her hands, atop my palm on the back of her hands, with my free hand to comfort her that I will never let anything happen to her. “What if he looks like an awfully ugly, stinky old man?” Skye asked all of a sudden. Her voice was not so loud but I was still worried the waitress leading our way would hear Skye’s voice and get a clear grasp on her words. “You don’t have to do anything you aren’t feeling like doing, okay?” I answered. “Do you think he will really want to do it with me?” Skye asked again. I hushed and whispered to her to stop. I couldn’t say the honest answer I had in mind to the last question she had asked me. ‘Do I think the owner of this place would want to bed her?! I don’t even want to think about it! I
I was not sure I heard her correctly, but analyzing our situation, she must have meant I should shut her up with my mouth when she blabbers fully out of control. I shook my head, scolding myself that I would even take her words at this state. I feel so much of a pervert!But Skye must have taken my action as if it was my reactions to her stated words. She thought I was shaking my head in disbelief, also chuckling at the same time.“I am actually serious, you know? Just in case my stupid mouth blabbers and I fail to take heed of your warnings, just shut me up with a kiss or something like that,” she argued. How can I tell her that her offer was insane and I am equally crazy to comply if the situation presents itself for me to indulge? But my wandering stupid imagination made me return to my senses when I heard Skye expressing her annoyance at the waitress again by asking if the waitress really knew where we were going or if she herself was already lost in the dark hallway we had bee
With Skye still on my back, I paused on my spot. I stared at the door. There was no way of telling what could be behind it from where we were standing. But before I could prepare myself, mentally and physically, the door opened from the other side. “This way please,” another lady said, wearing an elegant housemaid uniform. The lady welcoming us politely was obviously wearing a different attire compared to the waitress that led us here. But as much as I can tell she was looking like a housemaid, a wild guess crossed my mind that she was not there to do any of the regular houseworks maids do. Just like the previous business establishments that we passed by on our way here, the strip club, and the auction, this place was highly possible to be another brothel with a different theme or arrangements. “Good luck, bitch!” I heard the waitress say without concealing her voice before she turned around to walk her way back to the same path we took getting her. I bet she was supposed to resum
But one screen on the wall was playing a replay of a certain surveillance cam footage. I am more than certain it was a replay because the images that appeared on the screen were showing Skye and me. It only means, those videos were taken moments ago, or at least before we got into this office room. “Are you guys dating?” the man asked without turning around to face his guest. His question caught me off guard. I didn’t know what to say. In my understanding, Skye and I had to have the same answer. But we have not rehearsed anything. Any conversation like this or for this one. How can we make sure our words would come out the same? I looked at the screen where the man was looking. And to my surprise, he was looking at the footage where Skye was on my back as we walked to this office. If one would look at the video clip from the surveillance camera, his question earlier was not surprising to come and be asked this way. Still, I waited for Skye to answer the question first. After w
Skye’s POV“Good luck, bitch!” The waitress said to me and turned to walk back from where we came from. I frowned but the words of the lady receiving us into the new place that we were about to enter comforted me. “Don’t mind her….” the lady said in a friendly tone as she explained why the waitress who sent us here was somewhat mean towards me. The lady was wearing a housemaid uniform, but it didn’t feel like her job was a housemaid at all. With the way she acts finesse and demure, I would even think she was the Madame of this place. Her beauty was aristocratic and her skin was so refined. Unlike the waitress, who seemed to be expressive of her hostility towards me, this lady in a housemaid uniform was expressively welcoming and hospitable towards Gab and I. Despite how rude we might have appeared in her eyes because I was being carried by Gab on his back, the lady did not show or say anything about it. Even when I asked if it was okay of me to be getting to where we were supposed