CHAD
May 12th 2018
I lean back in my office chair with my phone pressed to my ear. An evil grin graces my face as I chat away with my new ally.
“Did you find him?” I ask her eagerly.
“I did.” She sighed over the phone sounding exhausted.
“And the absolute state of it Chad.” She sneers.
“Don’t worry about what he looks like, Maddie Baby. Worry about what he can do for us.” I encourage her not to give up.
“You mean what he can do for you? I only get to come back to the same job, with the same lousy pay.”
“It is what it is,” I tell her smiling, knowing it’s a fact.
“If I do this and it works…” She starts.
“I want a ten per cent pay rise and I get to keep all my tips. A hundred per cent of it Chad.”
I lean forward, pick up a cigar and spark it up; taking a long drag of the raw, earthy, spiced tobacco.
“You have to get the job done first Maddie. Then we will talk.” I watch the little clouds of smoke leave my mouth.
“Oh, I'll get the job done Chad. I don’t know how people still have the nerve to underestimate me.” She chuckles darkly.
"Alright, A deals a deal."
I can afford to let her keep her tips and give her a ten per cent pay rise. It won't cripple me financially.
"When are you going to approach him?" I ask her needing to know so I can get things rolling on my end.
"We'll see you Monday morning." Her words are laced with excitement.
Evil little bunny.....
"I look forward to it. Oh, hey Maddie..."
"What Chad?" She sounds annoyed.
"Do you miss me?" A large grin covers my face ear to ear knowing the little she-devil doesn't.
"Do you miss my fists?" She purrs.
"My nose still hurts and I can't get into the strip club till my face heals."
I pout with the thought of not being allowed back into the big-tittied, sweet pussy haven.
"You've always been ugly Chad. You can't blame me for that." She laughs ending the call.
I place my phone down on my desk, stub out my cigar and lightly touch my swollen nose. I think back to earlier in the week when she punched me and I laugh. Then I hiss with pain and slam my hand against the desk.
"I'm only ugly cause you busted my nose," I murmur to myself childishly.
She better get the job done, I want that bastard Amar, gone.
Poof....
Vanished into thin air.
Him and his ugly sidekick.
They're making me look like a laughing stock in front of my girls and clients. I can't run my business this way. At first, I was all excited like a virgin boy about to get his dick sucked for the first time when he walked through my halls. Instead, I got kicked in the nuts and thrown to the fucking wolves.
Mal once upon a time was my special girl. I had high hopes for her, for us. Her virginity was going to bring in the big bucks. But now she's got Amar by her side that thought is about as good as finding a needle in a haystack.
Fuck me days.
There's a knock at the door and I look at my watch with a frown on my face. What kind of bullshit's going on that needs my attention at this hour?
The doors to the club only opened twenty minutes ago and Maddies not here beating some poor pricks gentiles into retirement.....
"Come in.." I call out.
The door opens and Lisa walks in with a frown on her face. I miss the days where she would wear something more revealing that would have my dick hard in seconds This biker chick look she's got going on isn't doing anything for my libido.
She looks like she's about to attend a Gothic funeral for crying out loud.
"Thought you might wanna know that Amar led Mal out of the club a minute ago." Her voice held a note of concern laced through her words.
"Mal is Switzerland for me. She's Amar's problem, darling."
I busy myself gathering the loose pieces of paper around my desk and stack them together. This way she'll think I'm not paying her any attention and leave. When the truth is I can't do squat when it comes to those two. I can't allow her to see that it infuriates me either. Because I know my blonde Angel will put two and two together when Maddie shows up with Mal's dad.
If word gets back to Amar I had something to do with it. Even I know I'm as good as dead.
She huff's, putting her hand on her hip and glares at me.
I look up meeting her glare and sigh.
"Alright.."
I drop the papers on my desk and hold both hands up.
"Where have they gone?" I pretend to sound interested.
"They're sitting in his SUV out front." She drops her hand from her hip and leans against the wall.
"I'll talk to her when she comes back in. He won't hurt her." Even I know that's a fact.
She nods her head looking at the floor.
"I know he won't. The way he looks at her is possessive and I get the impression Mals growing feelings towards him too." She says absentmindedly.
"That could be a problem for business." I entertain her train of thought.
"Seriously Chad?" She snaps.
I look at her pretending to be puzzled by her reaction.
"She's a fucking kid. That man will eat her up and spit her back out. Leaving her behind as damaged goods!"
"She's a sex worker. All of our girls here are damaged goods and it's not my job to go around trying to fix them." I feel my shoulders go stiff with irritation.
She pushes herself off the wall, walks up to my desk and leans over it. Her eyes dance around my face and she leans in closer towards me. I close my eyes waiting for her to kiss, or slap me .......