by Scarlett Fox
“What are you doing?” Jason asked, perplexed.
She walked towards the bed and sat. She looked at him with eyes full of tears and said, “I’m sorry, I miss you, you never talk to me.”
Jason sighed, said nothing, and walked towards his dresser. He began to undress. Wearing only his white boxer briefs, he was looking for something to wear when Veronica knelt and reached for his bulge from behind once again. He was about to stop her when he felt the delicious sensation. He sighed and decided to give in.
“We have thirty minutes,” Jason said.
“I only need thirty minutes,” she replied before biting Jason’s butt.
He turned to face her and let her massage his growing bulge. He could see the excitement in her eyes. He knew she had been thirsting for him for a very long time. She was beautiful, but he knew it would never work out, so he broke it off.
“You like it?” Jason said, smiling.
Veronica could not speak; she was too overwhelmed by what was happening. She spent countless nights dreaming about it. Many times she touched herself in her room thinking about Jason’s handsome face next to hers, his strong arms around her, his cock inside her. She missed him so much. Since they last shared a bed, she watched him perform many times and wondered about how he fucked her in the past. She missed being fucked by someone with an angelic face on top of a devilish body.
She removed Jason’s underwear and gazed at that massive dick. She smiled and looked up before she swallowed its head. Jason closed his eyes and let himself be pleasured. She licked the tip of his manhood, causing it to grow bigger and stiffer. She stroked it while licking his balls. Jason let out a moan. He looked down, grabbed her hair, held his dick, and asked her to open her mouth wide. In one quick thrust, he forced her to take it. Veronica began to gag.
“You like it?” he asked, watching her face turn red. “This is what you came in here for, right?”
He mouth-fucked her without mercy even when tears began running down her flushed cheeks. Jason then pulled her up and led her to the bed. He parted her legs, revealing her wet pussy. He quickly pulled her panties aside and was about to enter her, when the door burst open. It was Chris.
“Oops! Sorry. Hey mate, the Golden Girls are done eating their dinner. They’re on their way upstairs.”
“Fuck!”
Jason quickly grabbed a towel and headed to the shower.
***
Jason took a quick bath, and upon stepping out of the shower, he saw Chris fucking Veronica. She was struggling as Chris pushed himself deep inside her.
He ignored them and grabbed one of the only three suits he owned. Merkel would not like it, he preferred him wearing teenage clothes, but he thought that the Golden Girls were a special case.
He left Chris and Veronica and quickly ran upstairs to check the rooms when in the hallway he heard the laughter of women. He turned and saw the Golden Girls walking towards him. They looked like birds with colorful feathers. He smiled and greeted them.
“Good evening ladies,” he said, kissing the hand of the one directly front of her.
The old woman blushed showing ridiculously white teeth. “False teeth, of course,” Jason thought.
“Welcome to…” Jason started to say when a voice interrupted him.
“He’s mine,” the voice said from behind the other women.
It was Duchess. The three others moved and made way for her. Jason was impressed by her confident bearing and regal looks. And despite her age, he could tell that she was once a very beautiful woman, in fact, she was still beautiful, still very elegant, and Jason knew what a woman like her required. He bowed low as if he was suddenly standing in front of the Queen of England. Duchess smiled and felt satisfied. Jason took her hand, lifted it, and gave it a gentle kiss.
“The others can find their way,” Duchess said in her steady and firm voice. “Show me to our room.”
Jason looked past the ladies and saw a figure standing there. It was Merkel, and Jason gave him a nod. Merkel nodded back before approaching the others to show them to their rooms.
***
“This place is not bad at all,” Duchess said as they stepped inside their suite.
“Thank you, we are glad you like it.”
“That Merkel guy must have hired the best designers. Look at this vase, the same one I saw in Paris when I stayed at The Ritz.”
Jason hated first timers. He always found it awkward and difficult to guess what they really wanted. Above all, he hated old women, they reminded him of his mother.
“Shall we begin?” He asked.
"Hold your horses, that's not how you start things with me."
“I’m sorry,” Jason said, blushing, his handsome face illuminated by expensive lampshades.
Duchess sat on the bed and beckoned for Jason to sit beside her.
“Tell me something about yourself,” she said with an elegant smile.
Jason smiled but hated the question. “Fuck you,” he thought to himself as he sat down beside her, “I’m not telling you anything.”
“I don’t know what to say,” he replied.
“Tell me about your dreams,” she said.
“I’m sorry, but only my body is for sale, not my dreams.”
“I could make them come true.”
“Did it not occur to you that I hear that all the time?”
Duchess smiled and said, “I am a lonely woman. My husband died two years ago, and my only son in a car crash three months ago. I am the only one left in the family. Two days ago, I decided that money is nothing to me. I can give it all to anyone I choose. I don’t care anymore.”
“Choose someone else. I don’t need your money.”
“Is that what you say to the others to get them to give you money?”
He knitted his brows. Duchess saw it and realized that he was saying the truth.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult you."
“Yeah, so let’s get this over with.”
“Now, you’re insulting me.” Duchess stood and faced Jason. “Make me whole again and I’ll give you anything you want.”
“What do you know about what I want?”
“I know many things.”
“Even if that is true, no one can make you whole again but yourself.”
Duchess’s eyes began to fill with pain and sorrow. She turned her back on him and started to remove her clothes. Jason gazed and admired the beautiful form in front of him. He had to admit, she was the most beautiful old woman he had ever seen. He stood up and helped her undress. He kissed her neck and shoulders. Duchess was quivering, she had never done anything like it before. She had never given herself to someone other than her late husband. The thought of someone new touching her made her both scared and excited. She was conscious of Jason’s smooth and firm skin—his youthfulness, and it made her feel a bit embarrassed and envious. She knew she used to be youthful, she used to make men quiver with just her smile, but she also knew that it was all in the past—like a punishment only time can bestow.
Jason cupped her breasts and kissed her lips. She decided to give in, to let go of any self-doubt. She kissed him back. "So delicious," she thought. He began to undress, which made her all the more nervous. Jason stepped back to give her a chance to admire his body. "Is he doing it to mock me?" She asked herself turning to face him. She looked into his eyes and thought otherwise. "Could it be that he likes me too?” She thought. She looked at Jason, his beautiful face, his unbelievable body, and that stiff and massive cock.
She could not help herself, he was the most handsome young man she will ever go to bed with. She stepped towards Jason and knelt, but Jason pulled her up. He kissed her again, tenderly—almost with love—and made her lie down on the bed.
He went on top of her and covered her with intense kisses. She could feel her insides being stirred with joy and excitement. She was not scared anymore. Jason kissed and sucked her neck, cupping her breasts once again. He moved down and swallowed her left
nipple. She moaned at the sensation. She could feel his hand moving down, into her hungry pussy. Jason fingered her. She lifted her head and moaned loudly. She smiled, she missed it, her body missed the touch and the attention. “I may be old, but I am still a woman,” she thought to herself.
Jason positioned himself between her legs, looking up at her. Duchess could not believe how handsome he was. She could feel her womanhood throb in anticipation. At last, he opened his mouth and ate her.
Chapter 3
Jason collapsed on the bed. Duchess was still gasping for air.
“Get me a glass of water, dear boy,” she said to him.
Jason sat up and took a few steps towards a corner table. Duchess could not help but marvel at Jason’s youth, that youthful beauty that she sorely missed.
“You are such a beautiful boy,” Duchess said, dabbing her face with her handkerchief. “Don’t you ever want to get away from this place?”
Jason handed her the glass of water.
“And go where?” Jason answered, joining her on the bed. “I have no family. I have nowhere to go. Even if I want to, I have no reason to. People like me should be hidden.”
Duchess watched him speak. She admired his courage.
“But don’t you want to be happy?” She asked.
“What makes you think I’m not?”
“Do you owe—what’s his name—Merkel, money?”
"I don't owe him anything. I came here out of my own free will."
Duchess could not believe her ears. “How can one freely come to a place like this?” She thought to herself.
“What if I give you a fresh start?” She asked, with her usual elegant smile.
“You mean money?”
Duchess giggled like a school girl and said, “Yes!”
Jason smiled and said, “I have enough money. I don’t need much. I need something else.”
“And what is that?”
“A reason to leave this place.”
“And what can that be?”
Jason shrugged and said, “No one knows, not even me.”
Duchess nodded and smiled.
“You are special, Jason. You are. Never forget that.”
“You are wrong. I am not special. I am broken.”
“I am too. I used to be whole but now I’m not. It would take years to pick up the pieces but time is something I don’t have anymore. But, you are still young. You will be able to rise from all this. Go get me my purse.”
Duchess watched as Jason got out of the bed. She blushed when she saw his beautiful butt. Jason returned to the bed with her bag. Duchess opened it and handed Jason ten bundles of cold cash.
“That’s a million dollars,” Duchess said with pride. “I am planning to spend all that in the casino later, but I decided it would be better to give it to you.”
“But…”
“I won’t take no for an answer. There’s more where that came from. You may think you don’t need money, but you will when you finally find the reason to get out of here, remember that.” Duchess caressed Jason’s face and added, “You will get out of here. I wish I am younger so we can both get out of our prisons together. But I am old, my days are numbered. The only thing I can do is to help you ensure that you can fly away when your chance comes.”
Jason didn’t understand it, but his eyes began to fill with tears. He could not explain it. “Who is this woman?” he thought to himself. He touched the tip of her lips and kissed her tenderly. “Thank you,” he said to her.
“You may go on with your business,” she said with a smile. “I shall sleep for a couple of hours. Can you come back later? Can you accompany me in the casino?”
“Of course,” he said, getting up. “I’ll wake you up myself.”
***
Jason dressed up and went down to his room with the money wrapped inside one of the suite towels. He placed it inside a safe beside his bed.
He was very happy, not because of the money, but because of the old woman’s genuine goodness. It was true, he had enough money. He was able to save up over the years, which was easy for him for he never gambled like Chris, never went to dates, and never bought expensive things.
As soon as he closed the safe, he heard a knock.
“Come in!” he said and the door opened. It was Merkel.
“Just spoke to Duchess,” he said smiling. “She was very satisfied with you and said that she would return again very soon, good job, boy.”
“Thank you,” Jason said without a tone.
“Can you help me sort out a new batch of lambs?”
“There’s a new batch?”
“Apparently, just the usual stuff, you watch me how it’s done.”
“Sure, no problem, I just need to take a quick shower.”
“Take your time, they won’t arrive for another hour.”
Jason nodded but felt that there was something else.
“I saw you carrying a bundle of money,” Merkel said with a grin.
“What makes you think it was cash I was carrying?”
Merkel laughed. “You would never take anything from our suites. I know I could trust you. I’m just saying that I’m very impressed.”
Jason said nothing.
“Okay, I better go. See you in an hour.”
***
The van pulled up just as Jason stepped outside. Merkel was already there. Someone poked him from behind. He turned and saw Chris.
“What happened to you?” Jason asked, looking at Chris’s face.
“Bloody witches,” he whispered to Jason. “They didn’t like the others, so they ended up deciding to gang up on me.”
“All three of them?”
“Fucking old witches.”
Jason gave a hearty laugh. Merkel turned, he rarely heard Jason laugh out loud.
“Boys,” Merkel summoned them with a smile. “It’s time.”
The rear door of the van was opened. Immediately, muffled screams were heard coming from young girls with their eyes blindfolded. They were tourists, kidnapped by Merkel’s network of recruiters. Jason was used to the routine.
He saw that there were about six of them inside the van. One caught his eye, the one seated farthest inside the van. A slender figure of a young girl of about eighteen, head bent down. Jason knitted his brows. There was something odd. She was not screaming like the others. It was as if she was resigned to her fate. Jason was waiting for her to look up but an attendant rushed from the building and began yelling.
“Duchess is dead!”
***
Jason rushed to the suite with Chris and Merkel. They found Duchess lying peacefully on the bed, surrounded by her weeping friends and a few security staff.
“We watched the CCTVs,” the head of security said. “We found nothing. Thirty minutes after Jason stepped out she began to suffer a heart attack.”
“You mean there are videos inside the rooms?” One of the old women said.
"We don't watch any of it unless it is absolutely necessary," the head of security replied.
Jason was stunned. He even felt sad that his new friend passed away. He liked her very much. He swallowed and approached the bed. He looked down at the beautiful old woman lying there. He could still hear her voice and elegant laugh inside his head. He bent down to kiss her forehead before turning to leave the room. The last thing he heard was Merkel ordering the others to stage a scenario somewhere far from the building, where they would fake a death scene just like the others who died inside the premises.
Jason never felt anything like that for a guest. And felt he needed to distract himself or the dark memories of his past would surface and eat him away. He decided to go and check on the new lambs. They need to be prepared for the show the next day.
***
The holding area for the new and old lambs was the most secure place in the building. Only a few members of the staff could enter any time, Jason was one of them.
He ordered the doors opened and he stepped inside
the cells. A long corridor appeared before him. The lights were flickering giving the place an eerie look. Moans coming from inside the cells permeated the air and anyone walking in for the first time might even believe that it was the entrance to hell.
“Where are they?” Jason asked the guard.
“4B,” the guard answered. “But one was placed in 4C.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
Jason walked towards 4B and peeked inside. The girls were huddled together and they were crying. Jason knew that it was no use, they will be trapped inside for a long time—except if someone buys them and takes them away, which was often much more dangerous.
He stepped away and peeked inside cell 4C. He recognized the girl inside, she was the girl in the van who was surprisingly calm and collected.
“Hello,” Jason said in greeting.
The young girl looked up and Jason gasped. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She must have been European. Her beautiful blue-green eyes were almost luminous.
“Hello,” the girl replied.
Jason smiled, she was English, like Chris.
“Can I come in?”
“Do I have a choice?”
Jason felt embarrassed and realized that he was one of the bad guys. He motioned to the guard and the latter pushed a button and the gate of the cell opened.
“Don’t move,” Jason warned.
“I’m not going anywhere, asshole.”
Jason was pleased. “This girl is tougher than I thought,” he said to himself.
“What’s your name?” He asked.
“What’s yours?”
“Jason,” he answered, blushing.
“Sasha,” she said. “Are you the one who bought me?”
“What do you mean?”
“That’s what I heard from the guards, people will come and buy us, like meat in a supermarket.”
Jason looked away briefly. He could not take the intensity in Sasha’s eyes. He even felt sorry for ever coming.