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ESCORT DUTY: The Deal
Clea is exposed to her first 'gentlemen's' club and murder, with Kevin doing the dirty work
So, in this, a supposedly heavily drugged Clea is being dragged into the brothel by Kevin in Benny Chang's
The 'house' off the pier was more like a large saloon, three stories and garishly lit. They could hear it before they could see it; the hard beat of Chinese techno, the din that was audible from the street. Kevin pulled the cheap car he'd taken from Benny Chang up a block away, adjusting the terrible hat that the 'guide' had been wearing. It had been very fast. One minute, Benny was sneaking looks at Clea's cleavage and suggesting a 'historic' place he knew for drinks, the next, a needle was jabbed into his neck and his unconscious body was dumped in an alley by an identical twin.
"Here's the deal. Benny's exactly the kind of lowlife to look to fill Kwan's feelers out for a mutant women, preferably Western. He would have waited for the right opportunity to drug your drink and taken your heavily disoriented self down here to make the sale. Actually, it's possible Benny had that exact plan in mind earlier. I need you to act like you've been slipped a mickey, no matter what. Kwan's men will keep anyone from trying anything particularly violent, but they are going to care about a little abuse for a rich tourist. You sure you can do this?"
Clea exited the car in time to see Chang appearing back in front of her. She was wearing just the right outfit that would fetch a nice price, and possibly a nice look if given the right angle. Luckily it wasn't cold outside so she wasn't freezing. "I trust you that you wouldn't let anything particularly bad happen to me. I am ready when you are." She walked to stand right next to him. "I will be dead weight."
"It's more what they call a calculated risk. I trust you to be able to get help without blowing your cover if you need to." She sagged against him and he jostled her up a bit. "Not too out of it. Party girl who had too much doesn't draw any eyes. Passed out one being dragged into a sex club does. Think... what was her name? Paris Hilton on a bender."
Clea had a drunken smile on her lips, "Not too much. Just enough to feel relax. Just one or two shots."
"There we go." Kevin navigated them across the street and up to the entrance. The guards at the door waved 'Benny' through without question, eying the girl momentarily as they went through the doors. The ground floor of the brothel was a club, where prospective clients could see the girls dance and strip on a long stage or at individual booths. The place was a bath of lurid neon and multicoloured stage lights, offering pools of semi-darkness in various corners. Two stairways upstairs were marked and manned by a guard booth, where money for the rooms exchanged hands. However, not all the action took place in private. Girls performing sex acts in various stages of undress flickered in and out of view as the lights roamed the main room.
Kevin pushed Clea into a booth and motioned to one of the armed young men nearby. He came over and the two exchanged a spate of Cantonese, with Kevin pointing to Clea multiple times. The man nodded and took up a position near the booth. In the booth behind her, she could hear a woman moan (although it sounded fake) and when the lights touched the booth across, a topless women was fellating two men seated side by side, switching between them every few strokes.
"I'm going to talk to Kwan for a minute. Jian will bring you into the office in a few minutes, assuming all goes right. If you need to defend yourself, try and maintain your cover." Kevin said quietly to her and was gone. As soon as he left, a waitress in cheap lingerie dropped a cocktail of some type in front of her.
It smelled like sex, alcohol, and stale cigarettes, but Clea never dropped the act of being a drunk girl who had been given a little something extra. "Don't have to push..." She said drunkingly annoyed. Leaning in her seat, Clea took more into her surroundings as if she was just 'resting' as most drunk girls did when they had too much to drink.
"Thank you." She pulled the drink close as she smiled at some passing men as her fingers made a marking on the glass and made it appeared that she was drinking the entire thing when really she was pouring it out. A few seconds later the empty glass was on the table and she leaned back. "The world is spinning...." She said as she looked over at the man who she was assuming was guarding her. "Hi. Is there food here?" She asked. "Uh, what is the word?" She leaned forward trying to think "Food?" She said again in Cantonese.
It appeared that there wasn't food as the man didn't move, or even speak to her. Clea leaned back in her seat and crossed her legs. "Fine. But can I get another one of these..." Before she could finish her sentence another cocktail appeared in front of her. "Thank you." She picked it up and began to toy with the straw with her tongue.
Obviously taking the move as an invitation, a middle aged man appeared at her shoulder, holding a wad of bills and speaking rapidly to her in Mandarin. He gestured twice at her chest, each time thrusting the money towards her.
Clea looked at the man with her bright blue eyes, obviously clueless of what he was asking for. The man moved closer as the money was tossed on the table and began to reach for her, which Clea quickly intercepted and pulled his hand into hers. "Be calm, stranger." She said with her drunk smile while her index finger made the symbol to make him relax, and more or less fall under her spell. Kevin better buy her a cheeseburger after this. "Here." She slipped her slender arm around his neck and lifted her drink to his lips, so he can drink.
It was then when another brought to her attention and made the motion for her to follow him. She gave the middle age man wink as she picked up the money and left the booth. "Thanks." She fixed her short dress and started to follow the man to what she was assuming was the office.
The puzzled business man she left behind was quickly replaced with a scowling scarred man in an admittedly excellent leather jacket. The door closed behind them and Kevin waved at her like a new car. "Mutant, red-head. Parents have money but not enough to close real trouble. Just another poor stupid tourist who made some bad decisions playing bad girl in Lowtown."
"And you're sure she's a mutant?"
"Makes... what is it, illusions or some shit like that. My contact say her showing off at the resort yesterday. Although, with a dozen drinks in her and a roofie, I doubt she's going to show anything much right now."
"That right, girl? You a mutant?" His English was heavily accented but understandable.
Clea eyes adjusted to the room before she focused on the man who was addressing her. "Maybe" before stumbling a bit in her heels. "Can I sit down? The world...is spinning."
Kevin grabbed her by the back of her shirt and shook her. "Answer him!"
"This dress is my favorite." She looked back at Kwan, "Yes. But I don't know why that is important."
"I'm not convinced, Benny. You conning me?"
"Show him. What you showed those people yesterday!" Kevin said, with another shake.
Clea started to shake as she fumbled for one of the paper money that she took from the middle aged man and threw it up into the air as it burst into flames. Once the ashes reached the floor the money was back together again. And after that Clea collapsed to the floor. "Woah...what a trip." She started to laugh.
"What I said."
"I'm impressed. We can talk rates-" That was as far as Kwan got before Kevin buried a knife in his torso. The man grabbed a chokehold on him, pushing the knife deeper.
"If this knife comes out, you'll bleed to death in seconds. So you're going to tell me what I want to know, quietly. Otherwise, you get to die while your security comes in. That understood?" Kevin said, staring into the man's eyes. He nodded dumbly.
Clea's smile faded as she stood up and very much sober. She walked over to an armchair and took a seat. A finger on her at she watched but averted her eyes after seeing the blood starting to seep through his clothing.
"So, what is your contact with the Hightown men? Which process do you use?"
"...fuck you."
"I don't mind killing you." Kevin jammed the knife in harder. "I want the contact protocols."
"I could silence the entire room...if you need to take your time getting the truth out." Clea looked over at the two men.
"I think we're fine. Tell me how you set up the transfer of a new sex puppet. I want prices and processes."
Kwan was not speaking but his eyes betrayed it. Clea looked in the direction and stood up and kicked aside a box to reveal a a safe. With a simple hand gesture the safe opened to reveal papers and half a dozen phones. "Found something but I can't read the language."
Kevin spoke in rapid Cantonese to Kwan. "Phone in the blue case. Code is 5808 to unlock it." Kwan wheezed as Kevin pushed the knife in a touch deeper. "Look for a contact in English characters."
Unlocking the phone, Clea got to work locating the contact. A few seconds later, "Found it." She walked over and stood over both men.
"Good. Does it have the rates and location?" She nodded. "Good." Kevin pulled out the knife and buried it in Kwan's throat, through into the base of his brain, killing him instantly. He eased down the body and pulled off his coat, wallet and phone before looking around the room. "Grab me those handcuffs."
Clea closed her eyes as Kevin finished the job. She had seen a lot of weird shit but killing a human wasn't one of those. Grabbing the handcuffs and turned around to face Kevin. "Want me to hide the body with a bit of magic?" The illusion wouldn't last long but it would be enough.
"There's a smarter way." In a second, Kevin was Kwan's twin. He pulled on the man's jacket and went over to the side of the office, picking up a small metal keg. "That should be heavy enough." He pulled it over, and handcuffed the body to it by the leg. With Clea's help, he dragged him over to the window and opened it. The advantage of a brothel on the pier is that it backed on to a deep water harbour. He hoisted the body up and dropped it into the water with a slash.
"His men will be through that door in a minute. This is going to hurt but just stay down and look stunned." Without warning, he clipped her hard with a blow across her right eye.
Clea didn't have time to question Kevin before she was on the floor, and there was no acting for the stunned look on her face. "Ow." Was all she was able to get out before the door opened and two men walked in. They looked down at the red head before looking up at their boss.
He was aware of the blood on his hands and gave them a smile before talking in Cantonese. "Benny got greedy with his asking price. So I negotiated a full discount instead." He jabbed a thumb at the open window and both men laughed. "Bring my car around. I want to get this mouthy cunt to her new owners before dawn." One left to follow his orders and Kevin pulled her up, sneering in broken English. "Next time, you do what I say."
Clea glared as she was pulled and tugged out of the room. No one gave her a second look and the poor bastard from earlier was nowhere to be found. Once outside, she was tossed in the backseat and she reached up to touch her eye and winced. "Arse.."
So, in this, a supposedly heavily drugged Clea is being dragged into the brothel by Kevin in Benny Chang's
The 'house' off the pier was more like a large saloon, three stories and garishly lit. They could hear it before they could see it; the hard beat of Chinese techno, the din that was audible from the street. Kevin pulled the cheap car he'd taken from Benny Chang up a block away, adjusting the terrible hat that the 'guide' had been wearing. It had been very fast. One minute, Benny was sneaking looks at Clea's cleavage and suggesting a 'historic' place he knew for drinks, the next, a needle was jabbed into his neck and his unconscious body was dumped in an alley by an identical twin.
"Here's the deal. Benny's exactly the kind of lowlife to look to fill Kwan's feelers out for a mutant women, preferably Western. He would have waited for the right opportunity to drug your drink and taken your heavily disoriented self down here to make the sale. Actually, it's possible Benny had that exact plan in mind earlier. I need you to act like you've been slipped a mickey, no matter what. Kwan's men will keep anyone from trying anything particularly violent, but they are going to care about a little abuse for a rich tourist. You sure you can do this?"
Clea exited the car in time to see Chang appearing back in front of her. She was wearing just the right outfit that would fetch a nice price, and possibly a nice look if given the right angle. Luckily it wasn't cold outside so she wasn't freezing. "I trust you that you wouldn't let anything particularly bad happen to me. I am ready when you are." She walked to stand right next to him. "I will be dead weight."
"It's more what they call a calculated risk. I trust you to be able to get help without blowing your cover if you need to." She sagged against him and he jostled her up a bit. "Not too out of it. Party girl who had too much doesn't draw any eyes. Passed out one being dragged into a sex club does. Think... what was her name? Paris Hilton on a bender."
Clea had a drunken smile on her lips, "Not too much. Just enough to feel relax. Just one or two shots."
"There we go." Kevin navigated them across the street and up to the entrance. The guards at the door waved 'Benny' through without question, eying the girl momentarily as they went through the doors. The ground floor of the brothel was a club, where prospective clients could see the girls dance and strip on a long stage or at individual booths. The place was a bath of lurid neon and multicoloured stage lights, offering pools of semi-darkness in various corners. Two stairways upstairs were marked and manned by a guard booth, where money for the rooms exchanged hands. However, not all the action took place in private. Girls performing sex acts in various stages of undress flickered in and out of view as the lights roamed the main room.
Kevin pushed Clea into a booth and motioned to one of the armed young men nearby. He came over and the two exchanged a spate of Cantonese, with Kevin pointing to Clea multiple times. The man nodded and took up a position near the booth. In the booth behind her, she could hear a woman moan (although it sounded fake) and when the lights touched the booth across, a topless women was fellating two men seated side by side, switching between them every few strokes.
"I'm going to talk to Kwan for a minute. Jian will bring you into the office in a few minutes, assuming all goes right. If you need to defend yourself, try and maintain your cover." Kevin said quietly to her and was gone. As soon as he left, a waitress in cheap lingerie dropped a cocktail of some type in front of her.
It smelled like sex, alcohol, and stale cigarettes, but Clea never dropped the act of being a drunk girl who had been given a little something extra. "Don't have to push..." She said drunkingly annoyed. Leaning in her seat, Clea took more into her surroundings as if she was just 'resting' as most drunk girls did when they had too much to drink.
"Thank you." She pulled the drink close as she smiled at some passing men as her fingers made a marking on the glass and made it appeared that she was drinking the entire thing when really she was pouring it out. A few seconds later the empty glass was on the table and she leaned back. "The world is spinning...." She said as she looked over at the man who she was assuming was guarding her. "Hi. Is there food here?" She asked. "Uh, what is the word?" She leaned forward trying to think "Food?" She said again in Cantonese.
It appeared that there wasn't food as the man didn't move, or even speak to her. Clea leaned back in her seat and crossed her legs. "Fine. But can I get another one of these..." Before she could finish her sentence another cocktail appeared in front of her. "Thank you." She picked it up and began to toy with the straw with her tongue.
Obviously taking the move as an invitation, a middle aged man appeared at her shoulder, holding a wad of bills and speaking rapidly to her in Mandarin. He gestured twice at her chest, each time thrusting the money towards her.
Clea looked at the man with her bright blue eyes, obviously clueless of what he was asking for. The man moved closer as the money was tossed on the table and began to reach for her, which Clea quickly intercepted and pulled his hand into hers. "Be calm, stranger." She said with her drunk smile while her index finger made the symbol to make him relax, and more or less fall under her spell. Kevin better buy her a cheeseburger after this. "Here." She slipped her slender arm around his neck and lifted her drink to his lips, so he can drink.
It was then when another brought to her attention and made the motion for her to follow him. She gave the middle age man wink as she picked up the money and left the booth. "Thanks." She fixed her short dress and started to follow the man to what she was assuming was the office.
The puzzled business man she left behind was quickly replaced with a scowling scarred man in an admittedly excellent leather jacket. The door closed behind them and Kevin waved at her like a new car. "Mutant, red-head. Parents have money but not enough to close real trouble. Just another poor stupid tourist who made some bad decisions playing bad girl in Lowtown."
"And you're sure she's a mutant?"
"Makes... what is it, illusions or some shit like that. My contact say her showing off at the resort yesterday. Although, with a dozen drinks in her and a roofie, I doubt she's going to show anything much right now."
"That right, girl? You a mutant?" His English was heavily accented but understandable.
Clea eyes adjusted to the room before she focused on the man who was addressing her. "Maybe" before stumbling a bit in her heels. "Can I sit down? The world...is spinning."
Kevin grabbed her by the back of her shirt and shook her. "Answer him!"
"This dress is my favorite." She looked back at Kwan, "Yes. But I don't know why that is important."
"I'm not convinced, Benny. You conning me?"
"Show him. What you showed those people yesterday!" Kevin said, with another shake.
Clea started to shake as she fumbled for one of the paper money that she took from the middle aged man and threw it up into the air as it burst into flames. Once the ashes reached the floor the money was back together again. And after that Clea collapsed to the floor. "Woah...what a trip." She started to laugh.
"What I said."
"I'm impressed. We can talk rates-" That was as far as Kwan got before Kevin buried a knife in his torso. The man grabbed a chokehold on him, pushing the knife deeper.
"If this knife comes out, you'll bleed to death in seconds. So you're going to tell me what I want to know, quietly. Otherwise, you get to die while your security comes in. That understood?" Kevin said, staring into the man's eyes. He nodded dumbly.
Clea's smile faded as she stood up and very much sober. She walked over to an armchair and took a seat. A finger on her at she watched but averted her eyes after seeing the blood starting to seep through his clothing.
"So, what is your contact with the Hightown men? Which process do you use?"
"...fuck you."
"I don't mind killing you." Kevin jammed the knife in harder. "I want the contact protocols."
"I could silence the entire room...if you need to take your time getting the truth out." Clea looked over at the two men.
"I think we're fine. Tell me how you set up the transfer of a new sex puppet. I want prices and processes."
Kwan was not speaking but his eyes betrayed it. Clea looked in the direction and stood up and kicked aside a box to reveal a a safe. With a simple hand gesture the safe opened to reveal papers and half a dozen phones. "Found something but I can't read the language."
Kevin spoke in rapid Cantonese to Kwan. "Phone in the blue case. Code is 5808 to unlock it." Kwan wheezed as Kevin pushed the knife in a touch deeper. "Look for a contact in English characters."
Unlocking the phone, Clea got to work locating the contact. A few seconds later, "Found it." She walked over and stood over both men.
"Good. Does it have the rates and location?" She nodded. "Good." Kevin pulled out the knife and buried it in Kwan's throat, through into the base of his brain, killing him instantly. He eased down the body and pulled off his coat, wallet and phone before looking around the room. "Grab me those handcuffs."
Clea closed her eyes as Kevin finished the job. She had seen a lot of weird shit but killing a human wasn't one of those. Grabbing the handcuffs and turned around to face Kevin. "Want me to hide the body with a bit of magic?" The illusion wouldn't last long but it would be enough.
"There's a smarter way." In a second, Kevin was Kwan's twin. He pulled on the man's jacket and went over to the side of the office, picking up a small metal keg. "That should be heavy enough." He pulled it over, and handcuffed the body to it by the leg. With Clea's help, he dragged him over to the window and opened it. The advantage of a brothel on the pier is that it backed on to a deep water harbour. He hoisted the body up and dropped it into the water with a slash.
"His men will be through that door in a minute. This is going to hurt but just stay down and look stunned." Without warning, he clipped her hard with a blow across her right eye.
Clea didn't have time to question Kevin before she was on the floor, and there was no acting for the stunned look on her face. "Ow." Was all she was able to get out before the door opened and two men walked in. They looked down at the red head before looking up at their boss.
He was aware of the blood on his hands and gave them a smile before talking in Cantonese. "Benny got greedy with his asking price. So I negotiated a full discount instead." He jabbed a thumb at the open window and both men laughed. "Bring my car around. I want to get this mouthy cunt to her new owners before dawn." One left to follow his orders and Kevin pulled her up, sneering in broken English. "Next time, you do what I say."
Clea glared as she was pulled and tugged out of the room. No one gave her a second look and the poor bastard from earlier was nowhere to be found. Once outside, she was tossed in the backseat and she reached up to touch her eye and winced. "Arse.."