When the last dick had pulled out of her ass, a man rolled her over and slapped her. There had been quite a few of those as well.
“I’m Boris Dejti and you are…?”
“Katya,” she whispered, working her mouth. There was only a little blood from a split lip, but she’d really like to spit. She also knew she’d be hit harder if she did.
“Go upstairs and find a bed,” the man said. “Then get your ass out on the street. You owe me six hundred euros tonight. That’s to pay off your debt. I bought you and if you want free, you have to pay me ten thousand euros. Of the six hundred, one hundred goes towards your debt, the rest is the interest. You owe me twenty euros a day for your bed, and ten euros a day for your food. Anything else you can keep. If you give it to me, though, it pays off your debt quicker. You understand?”
“Yes,” Katya said, still quietly and keeping her head down. It was the usual deal with bastards like this, but even more usurious than usual.
“We’re all friends in this town, we know whose girls are who,” Boris continued, grabbing her hair and twisting her head up painfully. “You try to run, somebody in this town will bring you back to me. And then I’ll take the skin off of your body in little strips, you understand?”
Just one little scratch.
“I understand,” Katya whimpered. “I’ll be good. I’ll be a good whore.”
“Get to work, bitch.”
She hobbled upstairs, sore in a way that she’d almost forgotten. It was a soreness that soaked at the soul, like the foul taste in her mouth, a soreness in every pore of her being and certainly all three holes that would fit a penis. She’d also lost some of her muscle control in her mouth in the time with the Kildar. She hadn’t had to constantly serve men, there. Her jaw ached along with the rest of her.
There were guards where the concrete steps gave out and the wooden ones started and she began to see a few girls around, looking out of the curtained rooms on either side of the corridor. They all looked very sick. She guessed that you’d have to be very sick not to work in this place. There were a lot of girls here. Finding this stupid Natalya bitch wasn’t going to be easy.
She poked into rooms, seeing the few posessions of the girls by or on most of the matresses strewn on the floors, until she came to one about halfway down on the fifth floor. There was a mattress there, like the others with no sheets and plenty of stains. And a small blanket, all the concession to survival offered to the girls in these parts.
The other mattress in the small room had stuff by it. She knew that the girls would steal anything of value, even the least little cosmetics, which was why she had hardly anything. At some point she’d find a place to hide stuff down on the street.
No, she wouldn’t have to. She wasn’t going to be here that long. But should she anyway? Yes, stay in cover…
“Katya, you read?” Vanner whispered over the radio in her head.
“Uhmmm…?” she hummed. She’d tried the subvocalization thing but wasn’t really good at it, yet.
“We’re in place,” Vanner said. “Video and audio are coming through… surprisingly clear. You hang tough. The teams are on track to be here. Sorry there’s not a damned thing I can do until then. But we’re here.”
“Hmmm…” Katya said, rolling her eyes. Vanner was such a dick. He-Man hero, hiding in some hotel. And watching everything that happened to her, but not feeling it. He was probably stroking off to the video.
“Just wanted you to know I was here,” Vanner said.
“HMMM…” Katya practically screamed.
“Got it. I’ll shut up.”
She tossed her bag on the bed and went back down the stairs; she had seen a sign for a bathroom down there.
The place was filthy and stinking, no surprise. But it had some hot water and she washed her face and soaked the bruises for a moment. Then she slipped a comb out from under her dress and combed her hair, making herself marginally presentable.
Time to go hang it out on the meat rack.
“Mikhail,” Vanner said, looking over at one of the bored Keldara security team. “Time to build the cover.”
The team had inserted as individuals, each of the men bringing one of the Keldara girls with him along with their gear and taking individual rooms at the Hotel Albana. When they were all in place, the gear had been moved to Vanner’s suite and everyone had gathered there and remained there, the girls taking turns monitoring Katya while the shooters just cleaned their weapons and were bored.
But if a group of men didn’t get it on a little in Lunari, questions would be asked.
“So, how do I do this?” the team leader asked, setting down the SPR from which he’d been wiping imaginary dust.
“It’s not that hard,” Vanner said. “Go get your car, drive around town, pick up a girl and take her back to your room. Let nature take it’s course after that.”
“Don’t worry, Mikhail,” Greznya said, grinning. “What happens on the mission, stays on the mission. I won’t tell your mother.”
She was already late for the first pickings around lunch and there wasn’t much traffic. And she had a lot of competition.
Girls were lined up along the street outside the brothel, waving at every passing car, shouting, screaming even. She watched as one walked right out into the road and tried to stop a passing Lada, with three men in it, by standing in front of it. The driver honked and maneuvered around her at which she screamed and punched the passenger side window, letting out a stream of profanity that even Katya found impressive.
Katya looked at the women along the street and despaired of ever finding this Natalya bitch. She was just standing there, her arms crossed, when a Fiat pulled to a halt and honked its horn. She didn’t even realize it was honking at her until three other girls rushed over, leaning in the passenger window, and she heard the argument.
“No! The one behind you you stupid bitches!” the man shouted in English. “Get out of the way you ugly whores. That one! The blonde!”
Katya walked up behind the center girl trying to force her way into the car and calmly kicked her in the crotch. That area was just about as sensitive on a woman as on a man, not to mention being that girl’s main source of income, and the girl let out a shriek and crouched back, falling over on her stilletto heels.
“I’m just who you want,” Katya said, kicking the girl blocking the door handle in the ankle and opening the door. “I take very good care of you.”
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” the man said, embarassedly wiping at his face when he actually drooled.
American from the accent, overweight but not gross and balding. And very excited. She’d seen worse. She leaned over and ran her hand over his crotch. Well, not that excited. This was going to take some time.
“I am very good for you,” she said.
“You look… young,” the man said. “Where am I going? Where am I going?”
“I have room,” Katya said, shaking her head. She didn’t know where the hangouts were in this town. Five minutes on the street and she was already picked up. Of course, after decent living with the Kildar, and the easy life in the brothel before that, she looked better than most of the street hookers in this town. Enough better that it actually frightened her for a second. But if Boris, the bastard, hadn’t noticed anything she was probably safe.
“I’ve been in one of those,” the man said with a shudder, looking around at the traffic fearfully. “And I nearly had my car stolen. They tore out the radio and you wouldn’t believe what those assholes at the rental agency charged me to get it replaced!”