Frank cackled and hobbled into my office. He slammed the door behind him and made his way to the chairs in front of my desk.
“Nice shit,” Frank complimented with a toothy grin. He had three gold teeth, and quite a few rotten teeth in the back. My lip curled in disgust as a gust of his body odor wafted across my desk.
“What brings you here?”
“Is that real silver?” Frank asked, pointing to the shiny vase behind me.
“It was a gift,” I said. “It’s Italian. Very rare and expensive.”
“Italy?! So you’re an Italian fellow?” Frank winked.
“Does it matter?” I narrowed my eyes. “Why are you here?”
“Interesting. I had a great aunt who was from Italy, but she wasn’t Italian.” Frank leaned back in the chair and crossed his hands over his large belly.
I exhaled forcefully and looked at him with annoyance.
“What do you want, Frank?”
Frank snorted and looked around my office.
“You got a nice office Randolph Steele. You also got a real nice hotel, and men like you have got nice, big money,” Frank leaned forward and lowered his voice. “Me on the other hand, I ain’t got much.”
“Yeah, okay, and?” I was growing more and more annoyed by the second.
“Well, I know what you’re into,” Frank suggested with a mischievous grin.
“Oh, really?” I asked, leaning forward.
“Yeah. Oh, you mind if I get some of that coffee?” Frank asked as he pointed his finger at my coffee maker.
Without replying, I raised an eyebrow at Frank.
“Nice!” Frank got up and poured himself some coffee, then turned and slowly sipped it.
“Satisfied?” I inquired with sarcasm.
“Oh yes,” Frank smacked his lips then sat back down. “You want my daughter, don’t you?”
I practically choked on my spit. How did he know that? Could he have seen my boner?
“What?” I narrowed my eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I saw the way you were eyeing her. I’d be lying if I said she wasn’t a hot piece of ass. Nice body. Gorgeous face. She gets it from her mother,” Frank admitted as he took another sip of his coffee.
I shook my head. “I wanted to make sure she wasn’t stealing anything,” I said with a smirk. “You know. Like her old man.” Inside, my heart was thumping and my palms were beginning to sweat, but there was no way Frank could know that.
“Oh man! You’re a terrible liar!” Frank wheezed. He finished the rest of his coffee and slammed the coffee mug on the table as he let out a loud belch.
“Can you just get to the point, Frank?”
“I want something you have, and you want something I have. So why not make a nice little trade?”
“What the hell are talking about?” I hissed.
“I want some nice money, Rich boy. And in return, I’ll give you Rosy.”
My mouth fell open. This disgusting, old man was really trying to sell his daughter? I felt repulsed but admittedly intrigued by the idea. I decided to play along.
“You want money in exchange for your beautiful daughter? What type of man are you?” I pressed on.
Frank shrugged. “Just a man trying to make a good buck.”
“How much would you want, if I were to agree to this exchange?”
Frank paused for a moment and picked at his teeth. After a while, he finally answered.
“Five hundred bucks oughta do it.
I snorted. “Just five hundred? You’d sell your daughter, to me, for only five hundred dollars?” That amount was nothing to me. And while my disgust was growing, so was my cock. The idea of having Rosy, of seeing her every day, of fucking her, was almost too much for me to handle.
“Yeah, for however long you want her,” Frank replied. “Then after I get things settled, I’ll take her back.” I sat back in my chair to think about his offer.
“And you’re serious?”
Frank nodded and whistled. “Serious as anything,” he said. He winked at me, as if we were conspiring together. “Besides, she’s eighteen – not like you’re doing anything illegal.”
“Right” I said drily.
“So?” Frank leaned forward. His eyes were shining eagerly and he was rubbing his hands together in anticipation of the money.
I was torn. I knew it was wrong – I’d accused Frank of human trafficking and here I was, thinking about buying his daughter. But I wanted Rosy more than I’d ever wanted a woman. And after all, wasn’t dating sort of like buying a woman, anyway? Buy her drinks, buy her dinner…and she fucks you in return?
Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all. Maybe it was just cutting out the middleman.
“I’ll give you five thousand dollars,” I said. “And I want Rosy for a month. After that, she goes back to you, and it’ll be as if nothing ever happened.” I said. My voice was calm and steady – Frank never could have guessed that my heart was beating like a drum.
Frank clapped his hands and hopped out of the seat.
“Oh, boy! Mr. Steele! That’s one hell of a deal!” Frank shook my hand vigorously. I waved my hand at him to calm him down.
“Calm down,” I hissed angrily. “This deal stays between us. No one else finds out. You got that?”. Frank looked behind him and nodded his head as he sat back down.
“Oh, yes. Of course.”
“When are you going to bring Rosy to me?”
Frank gave me a cunning smile that showed off his gold teeth. “When I get the money,” he said as a nasty smile spread across his face. “So, we got a deal or what?”
I thought for a moment. This could be a huge mistake.
Or it could be the most thrilling experience of my life.
Without saying anything to Frank, I walked across my office and opened the safe I kept behind a copy of a Doré painting. I took five thousand dollars in my hands, then shut the safe and returned to my desk.
“You’re to bring Rosy to me, tomorrow,” I said, carefully fingering the crisp bills. “Do you understand?”
Frank was practically salivating at the sight of all the green in my hands. “Oh, yeah,” he said quickly. “We got a deal.” He held out his hand to shake. I hesitated for a moment, then gripped his hand and shook it firmly.
“Here.” I barely had a chance to extend my arm before Frank snatched the cash from me and smiled greedily.
“Nice doin’ business with you, Mr. Rich Guy,” Frank said smugly. He stuffed the cash in a plastic bag, then turned and left my office.
I exhaled and sat back down in my chair. What had I just gotten myself in? Thinking about the deal was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. Rosy was a dream, and her dad had just sold her to me. I looked back over at the papers on my desk for the Pink Flamingo. Since Rosy would be with me, she wouldn’t need the Pink Flamingo anymore. I grinned and took another sip of my coffee. Things were about to get really interesting.
Rosy
“Hey, Rosy dear, Danny wants you to shine the front door steps. He said they’re looking a little dull,” Betty told me right as I arrived at the Pink Flamingo.
“I’ll get right on it,” I promised her before walking to the first floor and grabbing the pail and brush.
My back ached terribly from scrubbing the other day, but I tried to ignore it so I could get as much work done as possible. Danny had been on my ass the last couple of weeks for slacking.
Squatting down in front of the steps, I grunted. Being a big girl wasn’t always easy, especially when it came to physical work like this. I dipped the scrubber into the freezing water and began to work on the stairs, wincing in pain.
As I continued to scrub, I heard the front desk phone ring.
“Pink Flamingo, this is Betty...oh, hi, Mr. Butler,” Betty’s voice trailed off. My heart started to race and I immediately dropped the scrubber and looked at Betty. She was holding the phone cord tight in her hand with a worried expression on her face.
“Is that m
y dad?” I called out. Betty looked up briefly but didn’t answer my question. I got to my feet and walked quickly over to the front desk. Inside my chest, my heart was pounding with fear. My dad never called the Pink Flamingo unless it was an emergency.
“I will make sure to tell her, Mr. Butler,” Betty said into the phone before slamming it down. I stared at her.
“Well?” I asked anxiously. “What is it?”
“Your father is sick, Rosy. He wants you to get him some soup and check in on him.” I could feel my eyes watering up. My dad had horrible health, mainly due to the fact that he was obese from a lifetime of eating junk food and takeout. He’d been prediabetic since I was nine years old, and I knew his blood pressure was sky high. I
As irritated as I felt with him sometimes, he was the only family I had. I felt obligated to fulfill every request he made of me.
“I’ll go now!” I ripped my apron off and threw it on the counter as I ran to the break room to grab my purse. My hands were shaking badly as I threw my jacket on. I could hear Betty come up behind me.
“Here, dear,” Betty said as she handed me a hot soup. “I was gonna have it for lunch, but your dad needs it more than me.” Tears began to fall down my cheeks, both from gratitude and fear. Betty gave me a warm hug, drowning me in her scent of gardenia perfume and cigarette smoke.
“Thanks, Betty. I really appreciate it.” I sniffled. Betty patted my cheek.
“Dear, I’m sure your dad will be just fine. He always pulls through,” Betty tried to reassure me. I nodded and headed for the door.
“Yeah, you’re right. The soup should help!” I waved to Betty one last time, and then bolted down the street. Thankfully, I only lived a block away from the Pink Flamingo.
When I made it home, my hands were shaking so badly that I almost dropped the soup and my keys. By the time the door was unlocked, my heart was thumping so quickly that I thought I was going to faint.
“Dad!” I screamed out as I opened the door. I ran into the living room and found him sprawled out on the couch, fanning himself with money.
“Dad?” I whispered. “What’s going on? Are you sick? I brought you soup,” I babbled. “It’s still a little warm, but I can always—“.
“Ah, great! You’re here!” Dad said, interrupting my concern. “I’ve got some good news for us.”
I dropped my bag on the floor and blinked.
“Aren’t you…aren’t you sick?”
“Nah, I’m fine. I needed an excuse to get you down here.” Dad chuckled, obviously pleased with himself.
“I just left work for you,” I said quietly. “I could get fired for this!”
“Don’t worry about that shithole. I called you because I made a very smart business deal, missy!” My dad shot back.
That was when I saw the rest of the money – there were bills spread out all over our couch. “Did you win the lottery or something?”
“Nope. I won Mr. Randolph Steele’s money. Do you remember him from the Grand?” I thought back to yesterday when my dad was dumpster diving for goods. Randolph had brought him back to the van. I couldn’t have forgotten him – he was easily the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. He was tall, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes.
“I remember him, but why’d you get money from him?” I questioned nervously.
“Well, Mr. Steele was very interested in you, so we made a deal. He paid five thousand bucks to have you for a month.” My dad sat back with his hands over his big stomach as a smug grin crept on his face.
I was stunned. A deal? What would he want with me?
“But I’m just a maid,” I pointed out. “What does he want with me?”
My dad shrugged and got up off the couch, walking to the kitchen. “Beats me. All I know is that this money will get us far. You’ll be reporting straight to The Grand first thing tomorrow morning.”
I shook my head and followed him to the kitchen. “No,” I said simply, as I folded my arms across my chest. “I’m dedicated to the Pink Flamingo, and I’m not about to jeopardize that for some stupid deal you made, without even consulting me first. What if I get fired? Then what are we going to do?”
I trembled in fear as my father slammed his fist into the refrigerator and whirled around. He grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me hard.
“I don’t give two fucks what you don’t wanna do! I made a deal, and you’re gonna respect it!” Dad spat.
“Well, too bad,” I said, trying to stay calm. “I’m not going. I’m not going to risk losing my job for this!” I ran back to the living room and grabbed my bag, then headed out the door. I didn’t care how much money that rich man gave my dad. There was no way I was going.
Chapter 4
Steele
The next day, I woke up filled with excitement and a little anxiety. It was crazy – I knew that buying a woman was wrong…especially a young, ripe teenager. But something about the wrongness was exciting, and I jacked off in the shower before heading to The Grand. I couldn’t stop thinking about Rosy’s huge tits and her round belly, and imagining how she’d feel writhing under my muscular body.
But I couldn’t let anyone know how much I was looking forward to this…or how nervous I was starting to feel. I’d had Alicia organize the best suite in The Grand for Rosy, but I wanted to be sure everything was perfect before my mistress arrived.
“Did you make sure the sheets are our best sheets?”
“Yes, Mr. Steele.”
“Did you make sure there’s not a speck of dust?”
“Yes, Mr. Steele. Every inch of the room has been cleaned to perfection.”
“Did you place those nice fruit bath bombs in there? I know girls like those.”
“Yes, Mr. Steele. Everything you have requested has been fulfilled. We even added another mini fridge with a variety of food in case she wants a snack.”
“Good job, Alicia.” I hung up the phone and exhaled with relief. At least her room was ready.
Frowning, I looked at the clock. It was eight-ten, and Frank had promised that his perfect daughter would arrive at eight on the dot. I sighed in exasperation and grabbed my phone before dialing Frank.
“Hello?” Frank’s gruff voice answered. He sounded like he’d just risen from the dead.
“Frank. It’s Randolph Steele. Rosy isn’t here yet.”
Frank groaned on the other end of the line. “Didn’t I tell you she was coming?”
“You said she’d be here at eight. And she’s not here,” I said icily.
Frank sighed. “Yeah, okay. She walks everywhere, so she’ll probably be a little late.”
“I should have sent a car.”
“Nah, she likes walking. She says it keeps her from turning into a fatass…but she’s a little late for that,” Frank assured me. I rolled my eyes. This man was such a rat.
“Fine. I’ll wait. But if she doesn’t show up, you’ll be sorry.” I waited for Frank to reply, but he hung up suddenly, leaving me frowning.
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