by Tia Siren
“What do you have for me?” I asked, sitting down as he slid a thick folder across the worn, oak desk.
“Are you hung-over?” Captain Patterson asked me, glaring at me with his intense brown eyes.
“I had some drinks last night to relax, but I’m fine.” I reached for the folder as he told me about a possible prostitution ring working out of a local club that needed to be shut down. It looked bad. I nodded while I glanced through the folder. “I’ll get with Brandon on this, and we’ll scout it out.”
I took everything to our office and discussed the case with Brandon. He’d become one of my best friends since we’d started working together five years ago. He had a way of getting sidetracked at times, but he was a hell of a partner.
We made plans to go to the club the following night.
Chapter 2
Nicole
I read the message Rick sent me, smiling as my sister looked over at me from the table in our tiny apartment.
“What is he saying?” she asked, devouring the scrambled eggs she’d made us for dinner.
“He wants to have dinner.”
I’d been talking to Rick for a couple of weeks now after we met on an online dating app, and he was gorgeous with dark hair and bright green eyes. He was just a year older and was loaded.
I usually wasn’t the kind of girl who was attracted to the size of a guy’s wallet. But with Rick, I couldn’t help but dream that maybe he was my knight in shining amor and my ticket to a better life.
I had fought tooth and nail to get here. I was never given any opportunities, nothing was ever given to me on a silver platter. I had worked my ass off by day and written my first novel by night. I had gotten close to finding an agent but it hadn’t worked out. I learned a lot in the process and something in my belly told me my second novel would be a big hit. I had big dreams that I was going to make come true all on my own. I believed in myself and, if I worked hard enough, I’d achieve everything I ever wanted.
So my sister and I moved to Vegas. We figured we’d have a better chance to make things happen here. Looking back, we were really naïve to think we’d immediately find our big break. Maybe it hadn’t been the right decision and, now, things have been snowballing downhill in such a short time and I was scared and desperate.
Noelle was working at a tiny club and not making much, and my freelance writing was not going to get me places anytime soon. We were on the verge of losing our apartment because of our inability to scrape together the rent on time. Then where would we live?
“What do you think?” I asked.
“It’s worth a shot,” she replied as she yawned and sipped her instant coffee. “You know the drill. Be safe.”
We had a set routine for situations like this, and I glanced at her with a smile.
“I’ve been talking to him a lot. He is so sweet and funny. I have a good feeling about this,” I assured her.
Noelle bleached her hair platinum blond, and her eyes were always green as opposed to mine that were a mix between hazel and green. Her hair was cut into an A-line bob and mine was past my shoulders in loose chocolate brown curls with a few golden highlights that Noelle talked me into when she got her own hair done. She had a friend who did favors like that for us, but I was nowhere near as brave as she was.
“This could be the start of our fabulous future. You with a rich boyfriend and a best-seller. And me, well, if you’re good, we’re good,” she said, giggling. I nodded, prompting her to give me a thumbs up. “There’s nothing to go back to in Scottsdale, so let’s hope I’m right.”
I texted Rick, saying that sounded fun, and we made plans to meet in a couple of hours for drinks. I leaned back on the couch.
“I have a date. What should I wear?” I asked Noelle as I looked over at her. We shared clothes since we were the same size. She had better fashion sense, though. I knew she’d want to help me.
“Take a shower, and we’ll doll you up,” she said with a giggle.
I shut off my refurbished laptop and turned to smile at her. Noelle was my little sister but also my best friend. We were all the family we had so I wouldn’t let her come to Las Vegas alone. We moved here from Arizona recently so Noelle could try to make it as a choreographer. It had been time for a new start. Our parents were divorced, and we weren’t close to either of them. So it was my job to watch out and take care of her.
I headed through the tiny living room to the bathroom for a quick shower, then dried my hair. I left everything up to Noelle, and she brought me a cheap glass of wine, then told me to sit on the bed we shared. It was tight sharing this little apartment but so worth it to be with her.
We laughed as she put some product in my hair to control the curls, separating them with her fingers. While she styled, I told her about Rick. How he worked at a bank just to kill time even though he was loaded. He was just part-time there and volunteered with the local YMCA to help out the poor kids whose families were struggling.
“Why the hell does he live here? A guy like that is useless in Vegas,” Noelle said.
“His family is still here, and it is fun here, right?” I asked as I turned my head to look at her. Noelle was working hard to establish herself as a choreographer, hoping to land an important job working for one of the biggest local shows. She choreographed shows all through high school and even college before we came here, so she has the experience.
“It is fun, but it will be better once we hit it big. You will get your big break writing, and I’ll get my dream gig. That’s when we’ll be going out to eat, and for nights on the town, and using quality shampoo.” She laughed.
She did my makeup, and we chose a clingy pink dress for me that wasn’t too much for a first date. It was tight in all the right places but not too low cut. I paired it with black heels before lining my lips with a deep pink lipstick that we got at the dollar store. Noelle made a note on her phone of the pub where I’d be. It was for our safety and something we’d always done, given that we’d only had each other for most of our lives. I told her I’d be back in a few hours, and I headed out the door.
I took the bus to the pub, checking myself in my hand mirror during the ride. I was nervous about meeting this guy but feeling positive about the date, hoping for something to pan out.
I got off at the nearest bus stop and walked to the pub entrance. Standing in front of the heavy wooden doors, I crossed my arms and glanced around, biting my lip. Where were you, mister dark hair and green eyes? We had told each other everything about ourselves, even the most intimate of details. And now it was time to meet. I didn’t think he’d stand me up.
A man approached from my left. I glanced over to see a short, older man wearing an impeccable suit walking in my direction. Not Rick.
“Nicole?” the man asked. I turned towards him, suddenly feeling concerned. “Rick is over at my club having a drink. He asked me to get you and bring you over.”
“What?” I asked, looking from the pub to what appeared to be a night club next door. “But it’s not open.”
“Oh, we open earlier than most. It’s dead, but he’s a friend,” the man said. “Come on. He’s waiting for you.”
I hesitated. Why would Rick send someone to fetch me? Why hadn’t he come himself? But his friend seemed ok so I reluctantly nodded and walked with him to the club.
As we passed through the door, I reached into my purse for my phone to text Noelle the change of plans. But the man grabbed my arm before I could send the text. He escorted me to an office, lavishly decorated with wooden furniture and velvet-covered sofas and chairs.
The man from outside cordially offered me to take a seat and then more men entered the room and blocked the door. And that’s when I started to feel really scared.
“Where is Rick?” I asked in a strong voice.
“I’m Rick, babe. I go by Ricky, but I thought I’d try something new for our chats. Surprised?” He chuckled as I glanced around for another way out, wondering what was going to happen to me
here. “Here’s the deal. I run this night club, but there’s a little twist to it. It’s not for dancing.”
“What do you mean?” I asked while he pulled up a chair to sit across from me.
“I have a proposition for you, Nicole. I know that you’re new in town and need a little something to get started while you get on your feet. I already thought that you were pretty, but once I found out that you were a virgin, I knew you would be perfect for my business.”
I tried to stand but one of the guards stepped forward so I sat down again. “Your business?”
“I want to sell your virginity to the highest bidder. I make this show of it where I put you in a real chastity belt and everything and the guys go crazy. They’ll bid high for you, and I’ll give you a cut of the profits.” He eyed me slowly, and I shuddered. “I’ll let you earn five grand tonight. Are you interested?”
I’d been so naïve. I had shared everything with this so-called Rick during our chats, thinking that he was a young, good-natured trust fund stud. This creep knew about my money troubles and how much I needed to get ahead. He’d gone as far as to suggest jobs for me to look into. He knew everything, and the look in his eyes told me he was using it to his advantage.
I wanted to spit in his face. “You tricked me, asshole.”
“I know you’re scared, Nicole. You’ll be safe, I promise,” he said smirking at my feistiness. “But think about it. This is an opportunity for you. Imagine what you could do with five grand.”
My breathing became heavy. Why was this happening to me? How the fuck had I gotten myself into this situation? But the creep did have a good point. I was twenty-eight, and we needed the money. Desperately. Did it matter how it happened? Maybe the man who won would be kind and gentle, and I’d be okay. It was a lot of money and could get us by for a while.
Noelle would kill me.
“So, you would sell me to someone? Not touch me yourself?” I saw the way that he looked at me and pressed my lips together waiting for his reply.
“I do the selling. Nicole. That’s it. You’re hot, but I’m in it for the money.” He winked at me, and I stared at the floor as I considered what to do. Ricky seemed to be giving me an option, and I could walk right out of here and back to the near poverty that I was living in. My sister and I had nothing to go back to Arizona for and nobody to help us. We were on the verge of being evicted and tossed out on our asses. So this was it. I slumped back in my chair, swallowed the lump in my throat and let out a sigh.
“I’m interested. Five thousand?” I confirmed as I looked at him, trying to keep all expression off my face.
“Easily. You’re going to be a crowd favorite, Nicole. I guarantee it.” Ricky nodded and rubbed his hands together, smiling. “Think of how much it will help you and your sister.”
“How does this work?” I asked, trying to hold back the tears welling in my eyes.
“I’m gonna put you in a chastity belt and a lacy push-up bra and send you out on stage. You know how auctions work, right?”
I nodded slowly. Too choked up to say anything.
“The guys bid on you, and when we get to the highest bidder, you are sold. It’s that easy.” He clapped his hands for emphasis.
Nothing was easy about this, but I felt weak thinking about the situation I was in. I had saved myself for absurd reasons, romantic notions that were never going to come true. A knight in shining armor was never going to show up and take me to his castle. I just needed to forget about a fantasy life that would never be. It was time to get the inevitable over with. I’d make money, and Noelle and I could survive for a while as we figured out what to do next.
“Okay. When does this happen?” I asked, gritting my teeth.
“Tomorrow night. We open the doors at nine and the auction starts at eleven.” Ricky rubbed his hands together contemplating the money rolling in.
I put the idea of a rich, drunk man groping me out of my mind. I frowned and took a deep breath. The money was all that mattered.
Ricky continued. “After that, you work out the details with the winner.”
I kept repeating in my mind that this would be worth it. I’d get it over with and get home with the money and cry in Noelle’s arms. She could make it better after it was over.
I lifted my head and met his dark, beady eyes. “Okay. I’ll do it.” I stared at him, imploring him not to screw me over, feeling the weight heavy on my shoulders.
“Let me get a contract written up just so we’re straight. I’ll be making a lot of money on you.” Ricky stood up and headed to the back of the club as I struggled to breathe, telling myself that this would work out.
It had to.
I knew that prostitution was everywhere in Vegas as well as other cities. I never thought that it would be an option for me, but we didn’t have a family to help us. I closed my eyes and told myself that this was worth it. It would be worth it.
It had to be worth it.
I waited for Ricky to return with the papers, accepting my fate.
Chapter 3
Allen
I looked into the mirror and ran a hand through my tousled blond hair, trying to see if I had accomplished not looking like a cop. I’d let my beard grow in a bit and was wearing black jeans and a fitted black T-shirt to the club tonight. I wasn’t sure exactly what was happening there though I had a bad feeling about it. Brandon was getting ready as well, and I wondered if he’d be in cop mode tonight or distracted by the women at the club.
He was a few years younger than I was and the women flocked to him. The trouble was, he forgot his role on the job occasionally and had slipped a few times. It wasn’t anything that resulted in harm, but he messed around with some women at inopportune times.
On our most recent case, he’d lost a focus on a sting and ended up banging a woman at the bar where we were undercover. The captain had been livid, threatening to fire his ass without delay.
I got along well with Captain Patterson from the start. When he interrogated me after I was hired, I made it clear that I followed the rules. He was an asshole to a lot of the guys, but only to the ones who deserved it. I never seemed to be on his bad side, so we’d become close over the last five years.
When Brandon had fucked up, the captain and I had several long talks about it. I assured him I’d work with Brandon and keep him focused since he was otherwise a great cop.
The captain had listened to me with a scowl on his face. I knew that Brandon was a talented undercover officer when he was concentrating on a sting, especially when women were involved. He could be a great cop, and since Brandon was approaching thirty, I felt like he was maturing with age.
Somehow, I’d convinced the captain to keep him on, while I received a strict warning about how I was supposed to mentor him. I kept that in mind tonight as I slipped my feet into black boots, grabbed the keys to my SUV, and headed to Brandon’s apartment.
We were going to the club as customers tonight just to scout things out, knowing that we couldn’t get in with weapons and go unnoticed. This initial visit was just to report back to the captain on what we found so we could formulate a plan.
Brandon opened the door to my knock, dressed similarly to me. We wanted to blend in tonight and observe unless we needed to call for back up if things got serious. Some of these cases took a lot of research and time on our part to get solid evidence. But we always had guys ready to go as back up, just in case. Some of the women officers participated, putting themselves in risky situations to make a bust. I was proud of our police force and personally found that the good ones outweighed the bad. When there was a bad seed, Captain spared no time in dealing with the situation.
Brandon was lucky, as I reminded him often over the last week, even though he would forever be watched like a hawk. I was honest with the captain about his work as well, but Brandon considered it a second chance. He wanted to earn respect again, but it was going to take a long time.
“Ready for this?” I asked as Brandon locked his
door and pocketed the keys.
“Hell, yes. I’m curious to see what’s going on at this club. This guy sounds smart to me, but after we go in, it’s over for him.” Brandon smiled confidently as we walked to my SUV.
I opened my mouth to remind him to stay focused when he quickly spoke up.
“I got the lecture, so you can spare me. I learned my lesson, Allen. She wasn’t worth it. I still can’t believe I fell for that shit,” he said while smirking and shaking his head.
“Good boy. We need to focus tonight,” I said. “You’re lucky as hell that you weren’t fired.”
“I know. That was a stupid thing to do.”
We drove into the strip and parked across the street from the club. It looked like your typical night club with a variety of people out front. The men were dressed mostly like us, and the women in their high-heels and skimpy outfits. This place seemed popular, and we shared a glance before getting out of the car. It had just a single, small entrance with a large bouncer who was scanning the crowd with a shrewd gaze.
My senses were already on alert while I looked around. Something wasn’t right about this place, and I fought to keep my face neutral as women eyed Brandon and me with hungry gazes. This might have been my scene when I was younger but not now. I preferred meeting women in a regular bar where we could talk some, like last night.
We moved nearer to the entrance as I watched closely. They were starting to let people in, and despite all the women and their pleading, only men were sent through the front doors. What the hell? Wasn’t this a regular club? It was men of all kinds as well, but a lot of them looked like they had money.
Brandon stepped forward with a cocky nod at the bouncer. We were allowed through the door, only to stand in another line. There, we paid the twenty-dollar cover charge to a rat-faced man and joked with him. He reached to his right, then handed us each a stick with a number and asked us if we’d been here before.
“No, but I’ve heard a lot about it,” I replied, thinking what a creep this guy was.