For some reason I can’t explain, we all turn to Mysti. The panic in her eyes seems to double.
“I asked, okay? He doesn’t talk! He just sits there smiling at me and calling me mommy!”
“Well that’s kind of a clue,” Becky says. “I guess you look like his mommy.”
“Great. We’ll just keep walking until we find her then!” I laugh, now fully believing in pregnancy brain.
“Well fuck, Percy. I don’t know!”
“Does that costume have pockets?” Sammi asks.
Finally, something we can work with.
I look again to Mysti, who growls under her breath as she turns to the child.
“Got any pockets?” she asks, half in a sing-song.
“Mommy!” He replies, throwing a menu across the patio.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Mysti,” I laugh, “check for pockets.”
She flushes slightly.
“Oh, right.”
She gingerly pats his outfit with a laser-focused expression on her face like she’s a TSA agent and he might just have a bomb.
“No pockets.” She finally concludes.
Well, fuck. There goes that idea.
I laid my head against the table in frustration.
“What about a tag?” I hear Becky ask.
“A tag?” I reply incredulously.
“Yeah, when I was a kid, my mom used to write my name and address on my tag. In case I got lost or… whatever.”
I look up at her quickly, “people do that?”
She shrugs in response.
“Some people.”
“Check,” I say, turning back to Mysti.
She leans over, pulling at the kid’s bear hood while he squirms and laughs in front of her.
“Oh, stop wiggling,” she mumbles, straining to find the tag.
“Oh, shit,” she yells a second later, “there’s actually something here!”
“What?” I nearly turn my chair, I stand so fast. “What does it say?”
“It’s a name and an address!”
I roll my eyes.
“What does it say?”
“Eva Smit, 201 Molensteeg.” She answers slowly, badly over-pronouncing the street name. “Where the fuck is that?”
“I’m on it.” Sammi answers, hurriedly whipping out her cell phone.
A second later, our waiter reemerges from the kitchen carrying a busy tray like a pro.
I begrudgingly sit back down, my fingers impatiently tapping against the tabletop.
The kid spies our food immediately, bouncing up and down in excitement.
He digs in the second his plate touches the table, tiny hands both clasping what appear to just be really thin waffles.
Who knew?
I stare disinterestedly at them. Really, carbs just no longer hold any appeal for me.
“These are fucking amazing!” someone mumbles.
I turn to find Becky, half a stroopwafel already crammed into her mouth.
“Have mine,” I say, pushing my plate toward her.
She smiles widely, pulling the offering the rest of the way to her.
I watch in amazement as she devours the crispy waffles, crumbs cascading around her. She’s probably got half a waffle lodged between her tits at this point. I bite my tongue to keep from laughing.
Truly though, I’m fucking impressed.
“Got it!” Sammi suddenly shouts, slamming a fist on the table in triumph.
It’s about time.
“Awesome,” I say. “Where are we going?”
She smiles back at me mischievously.
“The red light district.”
17
Percy
Saturday 2:02 Pm
Sammi calls us a couple of cabs as Becky stuffs the last humongous bite of stroopwafel into her mouth. She moans as she chews it, a disturbingly sensual sound.
“Good, Becks?” I ask through my giggles.
“Mmm!” she replies, using her finger to scoop the crumbs from her plate.
Damn, pregnant Becky can fucking eat.
“Five minutes.” Sammi says, setting her phone on the table.
“Should we be worried?” Mysti asks, glancing at the kid now on her lap. “I mean, the red light district isn’t really the place for a child.”
“Well, that’s where the address is…” Becky answers.
“Yeah,” I chime in. “And we can’t exactly keep him, so we’ve got to start somewhere.”
She nods grudgingly.
“It just feels a little wrong, you know?”
I nod. Yeah, taking a kid to a street lined with brothels isn’t exactly high on my list of desires. Still, if that’s the only clue we’ve got, we have to at least check it out.
“Don’t worry,” I say. “We’re not gonna leave him anywhere he doesn’t belong.”
Mysti smiles, bouncing her leg seemingly without noticing.
“Okay, that sounds good.”
We sit silently as we wait for the cab, the only noise being the occasional cry of ‘Mommy!’ coming from Mysti’s lap.
The quiet feels less tense now that we have a destination. The hunt has always seemed to ease our minds somewhat. Something we all have in common, panic only seems to set in when we’re sitting still. Point us to a direction though, and we get shit done.
The cabs roll to a halt in front of us only minutes later, the drivers letting out small beeps from their horns.
“Ready?” I ask, glancing at the girls.
Nods all around.
I feel a maniacal grin pulling at my lips. Now comes the fun part!
We quickly pile in.
Mysti, her new shadow, and Becky end up in one. Sammi and I hop into another. As one, they pull away, quickly picking up speed.
Our driver looks at us oddly when we confirm our destination, no doubt wondering what’s up with the kid in the other car.
He’s definitely not the only one.
I’m more than eager to put that little issue behind us. The last thing I need now is a kidnapping charge.
Sammi and I exchange theories along the way. Her guessing where we got the kid, me speculating about my mystery man.
“And his cock—” I say.
“Yes, yes.” She interrupts, “You’ve mentioned it. More than once.”
“Well, it bears repeating.”
“I get it Perce.”
“I really don’t think you do.”
She laughs loudly at that.
“I’m married to Lock, remember?”
Well, she’s got me there. There’s really no denying that he’s one fine piece of ass, even if he’s not totally my type.
“Alright, I guess. But really, Sammi, you should have seen this guy’s dick.” I gesture with my hands, a crude estimate.
“No way.”
“Would I lie to you?”
She giggles as she turns her attention to her phone, tracking our progress.
“Almost there.”
“Finally.”
I stare out the window, wondering when we’ll know we’ve entered the red light district. Turns out, it’s not hard to decipher.
One minute I’m zoning out on boring store fronts, then suddenly, BAM. Tits as far as the eye can see.
The light fixtures for which the area is named glow hotly around us. Even in the middle of the day, the ladies are already hard at work.
Countless windows burn brightly at street level, women of every type working it on the other side. Men wander aimlessly back and forth, some in groups, some alone. I spot the occasional woman as well.
“This is awesome,” I say, pressing my face against the car window, desperately trying to get a better view.
I feel the car slowing down as we approach a particularly large building. A dozen windows line the sidewalk, each filled by a different gorgeous woman.
“Here,” the driver says, gesturing towards the brothel.
I pay him quickly, already reaching for the door handle.
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p; I hear Sammi laughing as I jump from the car, my feet flying over the cement as I rush to get a better view.
“Wait up!” she calls from behind, closing the door.
I hear three other doors slam as well. Good, all here then.
The girls rush around me, the kid still clinging to Mysti.
“Maybe we should cover his eyes?” Becky asks, watching as he stares toward the windows.
“Yeah…” I start, before being immediately cut off by a scream.
“Ahhh,” an unfamiliar voice cries, drawing all our attentions, “Finn!”
I turn towards the sound, surprised that it’s coming from the other side of the glass. One of the women breaks character, her tits bouncing as she bangs on her window.
“Oh my God, you found him!” she yells, eyes locked onto Mysti. “Please, don’t move!” She turns and disappears behind a curtain, her ass flashing us as she runs.
Not a minute later, she flies out the front door, Dutch words spilling from her lips in a rush.
“Dank je! Dank je!” she cries, rushing towards us like a freight train.
She reaches Mysti in no time, dropping to the ground to embrace the bear child. I mean, Finn.
“Oh, thank you! You’ve brought him back!”
“Are you his mother?” Mysti asks.
The woman squeezes him tightly.
“Yes, thank you so much for returning him to me! Where did you find him?”
Raiding our refrigerator somehow doesn’t seem like a great explanation at this point. In fact, I’m willing to bet that’s going to lead to a lot of unanswerable questions.
“Near our hotel.” I chime in, drawing her eyes to me and cutting off Mysti before she can say too much.
For a minute she looks like she might ask more questions, but thankfully thinks better of it.
“Well, I’m in your debt,” she says, standing to shake each of our hands in turn. “How can I repay you?”
“Oh, that’s really not necessary,” Sammi pipes in. “We’re just glad he’s home.”
“You’re sure?”
“Absolutely.”
She nods, tears slipping from her eyes. Her heavy makeup runs down her face in streams of black.
She takes the time to once again shake our hands before turning back to the brothel, Finn’s hand tightly clutched in her own.
“Awww! I’m gonna miss that little guy!” Becky says as they disappear inside. She’s looking a little tearful herself.
All I can do is laugh. Pregnancy is really doing a number on her.
“Well I’m just glad we found her,” I say, glancing around the street. “I still have no idea why we were here though.”
The girls all nod, looking around in question.
“Well, we’ve got to start somewhere,” Sammi says, gesturing down the street.
As one we start to walk, anxiously looking about for anything familiar.
Frankly, given our surroundings, it’s a little hard to focus.
I’m starting to think I might have missed my calling. Watching the girls work their stuff in the windows, I have a feeling I might have done well in their line of work.
A larger group of men is clustered around one window in particular, a busty blonde in see-through lingerie demanding their attention.
I watch, intrigued, as she leans forward, cleavage spilling from her bra.
She’s got great tits, I’ll give her that, but I really think I could put on a better show.
Shit, if it were me, I’d drag someone in there with me, show ‘em what they’re paying for. Oh, I can just picture it now.
I start chuckling under my breath, actually getting pretty turned on by the idea.
Suddenly my legs slow in mid-stride, head whipping back towards the girls.
Oh, fuck.
The memories flood through me in an instant, so real my vision blurs.
“Percy?” Sammi asks, the first to notice I had stopped walking
“Oh, yay, I think she remembers something!” Becky calls, sounding far away.
I close my eyes, letting the images wash over me.
Oh yeah, we were definitely here last night.
And I totally put on a better show.
18
Percy
Friday 10:22 Pm
My mystery man stands before me. His tall stature and the scent of his body is getting me hot and bothered. There’s no denying he’s a gorgeous man, even if I still can’t put my finger on his fucking face.
He raises his hands slowly and rests them along the side of my neck. I’m sure he can feel my heart beating in my throat. I can’t lie; I’m filled with adrenaline.
Who is he? Why is the passion between us so strong?
He pushes his hands down against my skin, massaging me a little to help loosen me up. He can sense my nerves and my tension and is doing a lovely job helping me let go.
“Mmmm, Persephone,” he says in a raspy voice, wrapping me in his embrace.
His tone is so sensual. I’m having a hard time trying not to jump his bones right now.
“I—I know what might loosen me up,” I suggest playfully and then wink at him, shifting the focus from my nerves to what we both want to happen.
“And what is that, kitten?” he asks.
He knows, but he just wants me to say it. To admit to him and myself that I want him, which, I really fucking do.
My chest is heavy, and my stomach is fluttering. Just as I start to feel a rush, he pulls my body tightly against his own and places a hand behind my head. His fingers curl against the base of my skull, forcing my face close to his.
He holds me in place for a moment, letting our breaths linger together. I fight every urge I have not to steal a kiss from him right then. Honestly, it’s harder than I thought it would be.
“I want you, dammit,” I admit. “Let’s get to know each other even better.”
I’m feeling ballsy. I mean, without any boyfriend tying me down, why not push and see where this can go?
I smile at him, and he gives in, quickly pushing our lips together in a searing kiss. I close my eyes and melt into his embrace as he demonstrates his passion for me. I feel like I’m flying.
I snap back to reality when he pulls his lips away from mine, and our silence is broken.
“On your knees!” he bellows.
His tone is eerily familiar, but I can’t put a finger on where I’ve heard it before. I don’t even know how to respond, other than to do exactly what he wants.
Before I know it, I’m kneeling down, eye level with my mystery man’s crotch. His bulge is huge, and his jeans leave nothing to the imagination.
I salivate and stare hungrily at his cock.
I wait patiently for him to make a move. I want to rip his cock out right there and swallow it down my throat and hear him moan at me. But I know better.
Right there, in front of the window of the brothel, as neon signs glow around us, shining against our skin, he unbuckles and unzips his pants.
The anticipation of watching his pants open drive me wild. Moving slowly, he unbuttons his pants and moves his hands to his hips. Then, he slides his pants and his boxer briefs down.
Fully exposed in front of me, and at full attention, is Mystery Man’s long, thick cock. I lose my own control and pounce at it with my mouth.
As I suck him wildly, I can see a crowd drawing around the brothel window out of the corner of my eye. I never thought I’d have this story to tell one day: blowing a stranger in a brothel.
For one, I’m not getting paid for it.
I’m literally putting on a free show for everyone to see how the fuck you’re supposed to get it done. Consider it community service.
“Mmmm. Holy shit, girl,” I hear him moan in approval. “Get it nice and slick.”
I lick his cock up and down, coating it with my spit. He rests his hand on the back of my head.
The feel of his cock sliding in and out against my lips has me worked up. I part my legs to stab
ilize myself, and as I suck his cock, I start grinding the air, trying to get any and all friction from my panties to graze against my clit.
My mystery man is pleased with me and my advances. His fingers scratch my scalp gently, and I feel like a little pet being rewarded with affection.
I moan with his cock still in my mouth, the whispers of the crowd penetrating the glass. My mystery man grabs my head and holds it in place, preparing me for his massive load.
Streams of pearly, creamy cum empty from his cock into my mouth, coating my throat, my tongue, and my teeth.
As he tears his cock out of my mouth, some of his cum drips down onto my chin and my chest, and I happily scoop it up back into my mouth for the delight of the eager crowd.
They rave as I bite my finger before pulling it completely out of my mouth.
“Stand up,” Mystery Man orders in a low, sexy, and commanding voice. His words echo through me.
I get my feet under me and rise up. My heart is racing. I’m so on edge with anticipation.
“Arch your back.”
I stand with my chest out, pushing my breasts up high and my ass further out behind me. My perfect stranger grabs my tits with his large hands. He caresses them gently, and slowly becomes more forceful.
I typically prefer to be the one giving orders, but for some reason, this is really doing it for me. The primal influence of it all really turns me on. My pussy is wet, and I’m dying for some attention down there.
His cock is hard, pressed against my ass, and I wish he’d just tear through the seam of my dress and take me right here. Fuck, I need his cock.
He traces my areolas and gently flicks my nipples. Before I know it, he’s pinching them.
It’s gentle at first, but as more pressure is exerted, an entirely different sensation takes over. I moan into his neck as I fall forward slightly, unexpectedly.
I ease my head back and smile at him playfully. He brings me against the cool glass window, facing the street and our audience.
I’m so fucking wet, and I need him to fuck me.
He takes a step back. He sees me squirming and shifting my hips around, and he picks up on my incredible arousal.
I peer back, and I can see his very clearly as well. His cock is rock-hard and throbbing.
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