by Writing Shark
You meet your fiery star
Two weeks have passed in which you have traveled the country with Teddy. The elite soldier has prepared you for a week. Weapon training, self-defense, assessing the situation. Then you visited several big cities and you realized that if you ignore the high-rise buildings, life is the same everywhere.
You have already had several candidates but so far there has been no one who would have met your requirements, something that Teddy seems to like. He still calls you Kid, but has already become a little more open to you.
Now you are sitting in the car you bought for him, stuffing your bellies with the fast food you bought and driving slowly through the nighttime streets of the city.
“Those ones?” you ask.
“Drugs,” he just says. “The eyes.”
“Okay,” you say and groan in annoyance. It was you who made it so difficult for yourself, but Teddy seems to respect you for it.
“I’m just saving you money, kid,” he grins. “How many times can you afford to buy a hooker free and give her the money for treatment and a new life?” You shrug your shoulders.
“Money isn’t the problem if your father owns Raytheon,” you say, not mentioning that you don’t like knowing how many of the girls will end up back with their pimps. You have to be careful, as you found out this week that money can’t solve every problem. “The problem is…” This time it’s Teddy who looks at you questioningly.
“A week in the slums of the US underworld and you still don’t want to tell me? You know I could just leave you out there alone and…”
“She can’t be corrupt,” you interrupt Teddy for the first time since you’ve known him. The giant turns around in the car… and smiles at you. “She has to want to belong to me,” you say a little sheepishly. At one point it was almost there, but it wasn’t meant to be.
“But you want a hooker,” Teddy reminds you. “They’re all depraved.”
“Not like that,” you say absentmindedly and stare out the window while Teddy laughs again.
“Listen, Kid, there are a few things in life that…”
“There!” you suddenly exclaim and sit up straight. Excitedly you point to what you saw. “That one! I want her.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Teddy grumbles and steers the car to the side of the road. “Is he interrupting me again, that little…” But he doesn’t say anything else when he sees that you’re not listening to him.
Because you only have eyes for what’s outside the car.
She’s pretty, that’s the first thing you notice. Long, slim legs, tight waist, big breasts for her age and a symmetrical face with a loving expression. But above all, her silvery white hair stands out from the darkness of the night, which she has tied into two cheeky pigtails. She doesn’t fit on the street, she’s probably just old enough to keep the police away from her pimp.
Exactly the right target.
“We’ll do it like we always do,” you hear Teddy next to you.
“Mhm…” you murmur and stare at the girl who is standing on the street in fishnet stockings, a silver jacket and a small black handbag, watching the traffic. Then you feel Teddy’s heavy hand on your shoulder.
“I can see that this one will be it,” he grins as you look at the blue denim skirt that barely covers her firm bottom.
“Maybe,” you murmur and Teddy snorts in amusement.
“Sure. But act a bit more arrogant this time, OK? She has to see that you can protect her. Now get her.” With that, he swings gracefully out of the car and disappears into the night like a shadow that will watch over you.
You need a minute to collect yourself, then you stretch. You are a millionaire bachelor with an ice-cold killing machine behind you and your sexual experience is certainly no less than that of the girl. But what calms your shaking hands is the thought that you are starting your new life today. Teddy was right. It will be her.
“Hello,” you greet the girl who turns to you and smiles at you as if you have known each other for a long time.
“Hey sweetheart,” she says and you recognize the Slavic accent immediately, even though she speaks enough English. “You look great.”
“Thanks,” you nod. You would certainly be more excited if you didn’t know that she would sleep with you for money. “I’m Kyle.” You hold out your hand in greeting.
“Hello Kyle. I’m Starfire.” No need to frown at the name. Girls like her don’t stand in the bad part of town at 10 p.m. to get home to their families.
“I’d like to spend time with you,” you say bluntly, and the girl seems to like that. Time is money in her line of work, so she tells you her prices, ridiculously low for what you’ve got planned for her. “Is there somewhere we can be private?” you ask, but you already know the answer. The first thing Teddy taught you was that information is better than firepower. So you try not to let it show that you already know the way.
The young prostitute leads you a few feet to an entrance with a neon red heart above it.
“Have you been here before?” Starfire asks as she leads you inside.
“I know the place,” you tell the truth. “But it wasn’t until I saw you that I wanted to come here.”
“Oooh,” she says, almost embarrassed. “That’s sweet. You’re really sweet.” With these words, she leads you into a large room, a strip club as you know. Several tables are against the wall and one of Starfire’s colleagues is dancing on a small stage, her big, fake tits exposed and a halfway seductive smile on her face. Compared to her, Starfire is a real feast for the eyes. But you don’t only have eyes for the young woman, but observe your sorundings as well. For once because of possible threads, but mostly to see what a strip club looks like. But after that you are entangled once again by Starfire’s womanly courves as she holds your hand and leads you trough the room.
However, you can’t keep your eyes on her for long as you approach a guy who is screaming so obviously Eastern European gangster that your ears bleed.
“Hey Slatko,” Starfire says in a good mood, but can’t suppress her fear of the man. “That’s Kyle. He wants me.” The pimp looks at you with feigned friendliness and your body tenses as he sees you as an easy victim. Teddy says that’s your strength but you’re not the elite soldier and you’re almost shitting your pants.
“Nice to meet you, Kyle,” says Slatko and smiles crookedly. “You know the prices?”
“Starfire told me everything,” you say and look at the girl. “I hope I can extend my stay here if I want?” And before you know it, your hand is on the girl’s round, firm bottom, who smiles at you contentedly while Slatko does the same.
“As long as you stick to the prices, the little one is yours for as long as you want,” he nods. Then you pull out a wad of bills, not too many to get robbed right away, but enough to show that you’re serious. Slatko touches the money and you touch your whore’s chin.
“Then show me your room, little one,” you say. Starfire takes you by the hand and leads you up the stairs while the stripper is cornered by two men on the stage below.
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