”Smile, Red." I don’t, and the flash blinds me for a second. He moves on to the next girl. Painting lips and snapping pics.
How many lips touched that stick?
Did the thong girl touch it?
Fuck I’m gonna get herpes on both sets of lips.
Cold sores are herpes right?
When the door opens again, I dare another look, but the beast of a man that comes in blocks my view. The new guy locks eyes with the dickheaded pervertand gives a nod with a grunt. Grabbing the start of the chain that’s holding me. The sick fuck grins as he claps.
“Showtime! Be good and make us lots of money!” He grabs the second chain holding the five girls before heading to the door. I don’t know what lies in store for me. Though I have to hope it won’t be bad. But who the fuck am Itryingto fool?
We are fucked.
Chapter 3
Ugh, fuck these people.
Yes, everyone’s masks are in place, but I know half of them. Being in my line of work, you learn to know somebody by not only their face.
Faces blend together over time. It’s body language. How they hold themselves as if they are the biggest motherfucker in the room. Half of these assholes flash money and think it means something.
It doesn’t.
Skill and intelligence are just as important.
Twirling my drink in its glass, the ice cubes dance in the dark amber liquid. I place it undermy mask and take a swig. It burns slightly, though the cheap stuff always does. You would think they’d give us the expensive shit, with all the money they make.
This isn’t my first time here. My brothers and I have been looking for over a year. It took 12 long months to get things ready at home for our pet. Then we hit the market.
So far, no one has caught our eye. This auction house is one of the worst ones we’ve seen. These fuckers don’t give a fuck about morals.
Not that I have any morals, but if I were in this line of work, I would take care of the girls better. I’ve seen how they treat the Red Room girls. I also know that the top floor of this house is a brothel; those whores aren’t treated well either, which doesn’t surprise me.
Taking another sip before pulling out my phone, I shoot off a textto our group chat.
The last part is for Bravo; we both know Charlie won’t talk. Not if someone other than us might hear. My eyes scan the room again. From my spot at the back, I can see everything. Plus with my back at the wall, no one is getting behind me.
I’ve already noted where all the exits are and checked for threats. Two doors for buyers, 1 door on the stage leading to the back. An armed guard is stationed at each door and employees with serving trays walk around the space.
Charlie hacked the security feeds in the room and has been watching from his computers. While my eyes keep flicking towards the loose cannon spewing bullshit. He’s had 4 drinks since I've been here and he was already sloshed when I arrived.
The auctioneer comes through the door. Heading onto the stage and to his stand. It’s a basic podium but the wall behind it is a screen. I know the girls’ pictures will be displayed there when the bidding starts.
That’s what they do. Parade the girls on stage, give us a few minutes to see the product in person and then take them away. Pictures take their place so the dumb fucks remember what girl they want.
When I-we-pick one, we won’t need a picture. She’ll be engraved into our sick, twisted fucked up brains. The clock on the screen shows there’s 5 minutes until it starts.
I dial Bravo knowing our younger brother will be with him. Just as I thought, the screen fills with their two masked faces. A black hood with two eyeholes, a smile cross stitched across the lips. Charlie has three tally marks where the arch of the right eyebrow would be. While Bravo has two.
“Sir, how’s the party?” Bravo’s gravelly, raspy electronic voice says.
“Fine. I’m hoping it will be better than the last.”Before he can respond, the auctioneer speaks up.
“We are ready to start. Tonight’s selection is probably our best yet. Please remember the number you chose for the bidding.” Once he finishes droning on, the door opens and two goons lead out the prey. Nine girls, nothing fancy until my eyes land on fire.
I flip the camera and show my brother’s the picks. Though I know they see what I do. On the second chain, the third girl is a goddess in red. From her hair to her outfit, her enormous breasts and hips curve out. She definitely has more than a handful.
