I stopped, pushing the gun harder into his scrawny back, 'til the metal rubbed on bone. Ricky jerked forward, throwing his arms up in the air.
“Okay, okay! Christ, man. Cut me some fucking slack. It's not like I expected any of this shit today. If you'd given me some kinda heads-up, I'd have –“
“Bite your damned tongue and walk. I don't have time for these bullshit excuses.”
He led me forward. The place was big, but it wasn't half the size I'd expected. If this truly was the biggest trucker spa on this side of the state, it made me wonder what ugly little sewers the rest of them were.
The first two rooms we walked through were about what I expected. Girls in cheap, torn hose and ratty fishnets, slumped on even cheaper beds. They barely cracked their eyes when he opened their doors and smiled at them.
They gave their boss a look like he'd just told them the whorehouse was going clean. One of them moaned, something soft and incoherent about being a good girl for good ice. She looked at me and licked her pale lips.
“My, you're a mean-looking one. Why don't you come in here and let my tongue do the talking, sugar? Shit, I bet you pay in that nice, pure stuff too, don't ya? Listen, if you've got any of that on you, I don't even need cash. I'll do anything and everything for a few more hits of heaven.”
Fuck. If only I could've put a bag with holes over her head and pray my dick didn't fall out after I screwed her mouth. She had a sexy voice, but that body was thin, blotchy, clammy.
My sex deprived dick stopped right in its tracks. I'd had a long dry spell, but I wasn't that fucking desperate.
“Shut your whore mouth, Hazel,” Ricky snapped, turning to me with nervous shame in his eyes. “She's had a slow week. I'm sorry about that, you can take a lap around if you wanna make sure there's no guns and shit inside. I'm going across the hall, just for a second...next girl's a softie. Scares easy. She needs a little prepping before you barge in. She's the best I've got.”
I ignored the whore, Hazel, and did exactly that. Kept my eye on the pimp outside the door, wondering why the fuck he was bent on giving so much special attention to this new chick, when he'd shown all the others nothing but scorn.
Ricky's girls barely seemed to own anything. I looked for telltale signs of chains, handcuffs, anything that might tell me they were slaves. I had a serious urge to unchain any whores there being kept prisoner.
Not because I wanted to play hero. No, I wanted to spite the miserable piece of shit for prowling around underneath our noses, spite this whole fucking place for teasing me with sex when I hadn't gotten my cock soaked and sucked for at least a solid month.
But I didn't see any slave girls. I started to doubt the rumors were even true.
The sluts in the other rooms whined or buried their faces in their pillows. They were miserable, but only because I wasn't bringing them drugs. They wanted business – not freedom.
Soon as I saw there wasn't any contraband hidden for the Deads, I stepped out into the hallway, just as that greasy little prick came walking toward me again.
“If you're here for *, I'm down with that, but you've got to be careful with this girl.”
“Careful?” I cocked my head.
My gut told me this fuck was hiding something. I didn't come here looking for a hot, warm hole – especially after I'd seen the run down tramps this asshole had on market.
“Yeah,” Ricky clucked anxiously. “Just...don't be too hard on her. You can only have her mouth. Everything below the waist is off limits with this bitch. Her choice, not mine, and I respect it. Use a condom too.”
Bullshit, I thought, studying his face.
Okay, now I was totally convinced. The way that smirk disappeared when he talked about her told me something was up.
He was feeding me a steaming load of crap, and I decided there was no good reason I couldn't do the same.
“Outta my way,” I growled, shoving my hand into his chest so hard he flew back and slapped the wall.
“Wait, Skin! You can't go in there without me. Wait, wait, wait...”
I let him catch up before I looked him dead in the eyes. “You've got five seconds. Hearing you flapping your gums just makes me want to fuck her even harder. I'll have her, and I'll do it alone. You think I give a fuck about your roles, you're flat out wrong.”
He winced. The pimp's nervousness doubled, and he started giving me some shit about how he had to hang out and watch, for 'security' purposes, telling me again I could use her mouth, but not anything else.
I'd had enough.
I reached for his gun and slammed him into the wall so fucking hard his teeth rattled. Music to my ears, and I wanted more.
“Play nice. Go mop the toilets or some shit like a good little boy, and maybe you can have this back.”