Chapter Thirty-Six
When the American answered the door he grabbed her and tried to kiss her on the mouth. Katya thought about it for a second and let him. He’d put on cologne and brushed his teeth. Americans. Like she cared.
“I am very good for you,” she said, rethinking her strategy. If she walked back to the hotel, she’d probably be passing through a bunch of other brothels’ territories. Which meant if she tried to pick up tricks, she’d get the crap beat out of her by the pimps that watched the girls. Paying for a taxi, unless this guy was incredibly generous, was out of the question. Even if he gave her the fare, she’d be better to pocket it and walk.
But it was at least a half hour walk back, if she walked fast. In heels.
So… and so.
“I give you good time,” Katya said, pushing him back towards the bed. “And you give me money, please?” she practically sobbed. “I am sorry to ask, I am not good whore. I have only been whore for few days.” She sat on the edge of the bed and started sobbing.
“What?” the man said, sitting up and patting her on the shoulder. “Really?”
“I am orphan,” she sobbed. “I am thrown out of orphanage. There I learn English. Not so good, but I can understand, yes? I have nowhere to go, no one hire me. I must do this.” She looked up, suddenly, and stared at him, fiercely. “I will do this with you, yes? You are good man, sweet and nice, a good American, yes? I will give you much sex, but, please…” She broke down and sobbed. “Please, I ask you not send me back out. I will give you sex over and over but Boris, he hit me if I not bring back enough! Please to help me!”
“How old are you, child?” the man said, pulling her up into his lap.
“I am… I am fourteen,” Katya sobbed. “I am only whore a few days. Boris, he rape me and tell me I make money for him. He make me pay rent and I must pay him eight hundred euros every day! Yesterday, I only make sixty euros! He hit me much,” she added, pointing to the bruises on her face and her cut lip.
“That’s just… abominable,” the man snapped. “Horrible! You can stay here, if you want. I’m going to be here… I’d planned on being here for a few days…”
“No!” Katya gasped in fear. “No! Boris’ men, they find me. Find you! No, I will stay with you until is very late. But I must have money! I must… you are not… I must…” She broke down again.
“Look,” the man said. “I’d planned on spending… quite a bit, here. You can have it. I don’t really need…” He stopped and sighed.
“You need, yes?” Katya said, looking up with tears in her eyes. “I will. With you, I am very good for you, yes? And… you need. I feel you.”
“My wife and I…” the man said with a sigh. “I mean, I love her, but she just… doesn’t want to anymore. And I’m not going to… you can’t just up and beat a woman because she doesn’t want to have sex. So… I use a Kleenex and… well. Anyway, I was at a seminar in Italy and there was this… young lady. Like you but… not as young. And she… was very good for me.”
Katya was fighting yawning and trying to keep the tears going at the same time. It was a tough call, but she managed it. The important part was to stare him in the eye and nod. Doing your nails was a bad idea. Save that for later when he was on top and wouldn’t notice as long as you kept making lots of noise.
The long story of the man’s journey to the most whore-infested town in Albania wound to a close and Katya jerked back to wakefulness, trying to remember what he’d said.
“Your wife is very bad woman!” Katya said, throwing her arms around him. “She should give you what you need. You are good man!” I hope I can suck enough out of him for all this time. But if I play my cards right…
“She’s not a bad woman,” the man said with a sigh. “She just doesn’t understand how… what I need. And… she’s not as good looking as she used to be. I don’t want to leave her, though. So… here I am. In Lunari. It seemed like a good idea with a few drinks in me…”
“But I am good you,” Katya said, standing up and lifting up her skirt a little. “I am take care you. But…”
“I’ll pay you,” the man said, reaching into his shirt and pulling out a secure wallet. “I’ll buy you from him if that’s what it takes!”
“Would not sell me,” Katya said, pushing the money away and mentally calculating the bulge. If that was all he had with him, she was sunk. “This town, is not safe and safe at all same time. I know people make safe. But need money. You pay me, I stay near you most of time. Must go back so they know I not try to run. But I come for you. I show you town, we go to club. You pay me. I give you much sex, more sex than ever have in life. We get other girls, do it together if you want. Not much more money at all. I take very good care of you! But…”
“Would a thousand euros a day cover it?” the man asked, pulling out travellers’ checks.
“I cannot do with those…” Katya said in real desperation. “But can cash at hotel?”
“I have some euros, too,” the man said, handing them over to her. It was about three hundred, so far so good. Oh, shit, the mission. This would have been heaven if she was really one of the whores in the brothel. But she had a different mission. “And, yes, I can cash them at the hotel. And it has an ATM, but… if I hit that too hard my wife will wonder why.”
“We take care of it,” Katya said, seriously, but with a touch of innocence. “I take care of you and give you very good time until you leave. I am rock your world.”
“Oh… wow!” Mikhail said, lying back on the bed.
“You come quick,” Tanya replied, wiping the cum away from her mouth. “And lots. I think there is more there,” she added, stroking his member. Sure enough, it started to pop back to life.
“I’m not sure…” Mikhail said, starting to sit up.
“I show you other way,” the hooker said, standing up and pulling off her sheath dress. “You like my body?”
“You’re very pretty,” Mikhail admitted. She would only be average as a Keldara, but he’d never seen a Keldara girl naked so he had limited experience to judge. All he knew was that he wanted to do it again. And again and again.
“Come over here,” she said, lying down on the bed. “You need condom.”
“I’ve got one,” Mikhail admitted, getting up quickly and digging through his bags until he found the foil packet.
“I show,” Tanya said as he fumbled with the latex sheeth. “Is almost too small.” She took the condom, placed the tip in her mouth and put it on that way. “You like?”
“Yes,” Mikhail admitted. “What… where…?”
“Come here,” the girl said, pulling him over to her. “On top. Try not to put all your weight on me…” She started to spit on her fingers to moisten herself and realized she didn’t have to, she was actually enjoying herself. “I get you there…” she added, guiding him down and in.
“Oh… wow,” Mikhail repeated, starting to pump at her furiously. He looked up after a moment and stopped as he saw tears in the girl’s eyes. “Are you okay?” he asked, starting to pull out.
“Don’t,” she said, digging her fingers into his buttocks. “Is good for me, too. You are very nice. I like. Makes me sad, though. I not be whore for very long. Is almost like boyfriend again.”
“Only almost?” Mikhail asked.
“Actually, is better,” Tanya admitted, grinning through the tears. “Boyfriend was too small. I think you are rock my world.”
Katya got out of the taxi, one of the last driving around Lunari, and twisted her spine to get it back in line, getting a full view of the front of the building. Two guards, more barred windows up to the fourth storey, heavy steel door. The street was mostly deserted, though, at this time of night.