Triple Life 1 - extract

 

She had stopped at a doorway with a single red light over the door. That red light gave off an eerie glow that threw fuzzy edge shadows up and down Dock Drive. She rang a door bell. There was a pause and the sound of heavy bolts being slid on the other side of the door. Then the door opening and her stepping inside. That door then closing with a slam the bolts sliding back into place.

"I've been told that you're the man to speak to if I want something extra special?" She crossed her legs and there was that sound of nylon rasping nylon. "I've got three to show you. I'll give you the price if you choose one." The man who spoke wasn't black. He might have been Turkish, or some other maybe Middle Eastern denomination. A big man with two bigger men at his sides. The woman didn't say anything, she simply nodded. The man rose his hand and clicked his fingers, as though letting someone out of sight know it was ok to continue. She looked around the place. It was dingy, a bit base. Probably an illegal drinking den with definitely more going on there than just drinking.

There was a big heavy velvet curtain that seemed to snap open and there was another woman, older than Scarlett and bigger in build, maybe even a little obese. But she was flanked by three girls. Very young girls. All three of the girls were naked except for high heels that somehow made them appear older than they were. That in itself seemed wrong, just wrong. The leather clad woman didn't even acknowledge the woman. She might as well not have been there. Instead she scanned the three girls going from one to the other and then the other slowly. "Are these legal?" she could have been referring to their immigrant status except that the three girls were white, and they had that unmistakable Englishness about them. Scarlett looked at the man and he looked back. She had been referring to their ages. He didn't answer and that told her all she needed to know. "Turn around, all of you, let me look at you." She issued the instructions and there was a pause, the girls looking at each other and then the man, and then the other woman. It was the other woman who nodded to them to turn where they stood. To turn on their heels so that the visitor could see them. They did that and the seated woman leaned forward in her chair a little to take a closer more detailed look. She leant on her crossed over thigh. She had unbuttoned the coat, and the tightness of a pencil type skirt was obvious. It gave credence to her shapely legs. Her stiletto bobbed up and down a little bit. The girls were thin, one was especially thin. She had discounted her from the moment her eyes ran over her. Too thin. Too fragile for was she wanted. Her focus was on the other two. Both had more flesh on them. Flesh that was still developing. What breasts there were, were just budding. They would come to fruition in due course. But right at this time these two girls were perfect. But she only wanted one.

"I don't want the skinny one. She would break too easily. I have to choose between the other two. What price for ongoing arrangement? This isn't a one off. I will want the same girl on a regular basis. But she needs to be mine. No-one else must have access to her, and you need to keep her for me." She spoke with a perfect, educated English accent. There was no sign of a regional tinge to her accent at all. What was slightly disturbing was the fact that this woman sounded so educated. So out of place in that part of the city. "£2000 a week for one. I don't know what you'll want to do with the one you choose, but there will be a review after a month. If there is any medical to take care of, if the risk gets bigger, then the cost will obviously go up. Give me a month in advance and we'll take it from there." This man did have an accent. He was obviously not born in the country. From the thickness of the accent there was the feeling that he hadn't been here long at all. The leather clad woman didn't respond straight away. Her eyes were on the girls all the time. The other woman had slid the skinny girl out of the way. Almost out of view since the decision had already been made not to proceed with her.

She recrossed her legs as she considered what the man had said. She didn't seemed phased by the price, or by what he said at all. Eventually she took her eyes back to the man. "Limits?" A one word question. She didn't need to explain what she meant. She knew she wouldn't. She knew that he would know. "No limits, and if something untoward should happen, we'll clean up. But there will be an extra charge for that." The girls didn't look worried or concerned by what they could hear. Maybe they didn't understand what was being talked about. Or rather they didn't understand the brevity of what they were hearing. Or it could have been that they were dosed up with something. Something to keep them docile. It was as though they weren't really listening, or not really up with what was being talked about and discussed.

The woman's focus was drawn more and more to the girl with the red hair. She was cute. And had a splattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. That freckle splatter added something to her. Added an innocence to her. She liked that but she wasn't being drawn in to a quick decision. "Thing is, I've heard the 'no limits' claim before. A number of times actually. And things got a bit messy. I want to avoid messy and I want to avoid the wrong kind of attention." There had been a slight change to her voice. Things were getting serious. These were negotiations of some sort or another. "You should have come to me in the first place. When I say no limits, that is what I mean. When I say we'll clean up, that it what I mean. And I am more than sure you do want to avoid the wrong kind of attentions being thrown your way. But the price includes full discretion. And like I said, full clean up services should they be needed." The guy picked up a big Cuban cigar and played with it, before wetting it. He didn't need to say any more. His sales pitch was done. She could take it or leave it but she would have the final say.