Chapter Twenty
By the end of the hour, Jasmine has completely given up on getting me to do anything other than admire her skills at giving massages.
She leads me from the room and thanks me for the “wonderful time.” When I get back to the main room, I see the girl Lane had been with leading Lane over to the bathroom. He goes through the door and she looks the other way, so I slide past her before Lane has time to lock the door.
“Hey—” Lane says, startled as I burst through.
“You got a problem, bud?” I ask in a gruff Southern dialect.
“Yes, it just entered the bathroom,” Lane says.
“What are you doing?” I ask. “You trying to wash the evidence off you?”
He snorts. “I feel oily but that’s about it. She lathered me in oil and rubbed her tits down my body, so that was fun.”
“I touched boobs for the first time!” I exclaim, and Lane starts laughing.
“Um…Congratulations? Why are we having this conversation in the bathroom?” Lane asks.
“Because I can, I guess,” I say.
Lane reaches out to me, but instead of pulling me toward him, he pushes me against the sink as he moves up against me, so I’m pinned between him and the sink.
“I might as well get some fun out of going to a brothel,” Lane says as he unbuttons my pants.
My heart seems to quicken in anticipation as I watch him eagerly.
His arms snake around my waist as he pulls me up against him and gently kisses my lips.
I open my mouth just enough to feel his tongue as I feel his cock pressed against me.
His hand slides down so he can unbutton my pants before pushing them down my hips.
“This I can handle,” I say before nipping his lip. “I was traumatized today, I need you to comfort me.”
“By a naked woman?” he asks as I feel his breath against my throat.
“Yup,” I say as I slide my hand under his shirt and look at him in surprise as my hand skates right off. “Why are you so greasy?”
“I told you that she wiped oil all over me!” he says.
“You’re glistening like an oiled pig!” I say as he starts laughing.
“Shush, you’re ruining sexy time talking about pigs,” he says as I watch him drop down to his knees.
He runs his hands up my thighs until he reaches my cock.
He slides a finger under my length as he kisses my inner thigh before sucking the spot his lips had just been.
His mouth moves forward until I can feel his lips on my testicles.
As his fingers gently run over the base he takes my testicle into his mouth and sucks it gently.
I moan as he sucks before sliding his wet lips back to run his tongue under the base of my cock, all the way to the tip.
He kisses and licks the tip before taking the head into his mouth where he then proceeds to circle over the tip before pulling off.
I want his mouth back the moment it’s gone but he doesn’t disappoint, taking me deeper into his mouth as his fingers continue to fondle my testicles.
“Touch yourself,” I say, as I brush my fingers through his hair. “I want to see.”
He pulls his cock out and slides his hand down his length. I moan as his tongue moves over me, massaging my length as the heat of his mouth encompasses me.
Suddenly, I hear the door jingle as someone tries it. Lane pulls back and turns his head toward the door.
“Oops,” he says.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Why?”
He stands up and kisses my throat as he pushes his cock against mine. “We can have more fun later,” he promises as he rubs his hand down my length. The feeling of his cock brushing against mine makes me push up against him.
I cup my hand against his as I lean into the feeling of his fingers brushing over my cock.
The door jingles again, but for some reason knowing someone is right outside excites me and I feel myself right at the edge.
Another stroke from Lane’s hand is all it takes for my release as I try to hide my moans by pressing my face against his chest. Lane’s hand moves quickly as he comes, drawing the pleasure out.
“Is there anyone in there?” a woman asks.
“Just a minute,” Lane says.
“What a bitch,” I say as Lane steps away from me. I move over to the sink to clean up our mess. “My God, you’re a grease ball.”
“I told you, she slathered me up and was like ‘all done, put your clothes on.’ I couldn’t even open the doorknob, my hands were so slick.”
I start laughing as I try to scrub the oil off.
When we’re finished making sure we look presentable, I pull the door open and look over at a very confused woman.
“Sorry, he’s blind, so it took us a bit to…get things done…” I say.
“Oh…that’s okay,” she says as I quickly lead Lane toward the door.
“Good save,” Lane says.
“Thank you!” I say and grab my chest like I’m super flattered.
We head out to the car which I start and aim for the nearest hotel. “So?” I ask.
“Nothing. She wasn’t biting at all, which really isn’t that unusual because, with a business like that, you would probably only deal with regulars, but I was hoping to get something. I mean, I offered her a lot of money and she wouldn’t budge at all. Claimed that wasn’t her area. You?”
“Same. But …I think the girl I had was on drugs,” I say.
“She didn’t act like it…at all, nor did she have the usual evidence of drug addiction like bruises or needle marks.
She was alert, focused…but when I mentioned the drugs she got this look on her face.
And…it wasn’t like…a withdrawal but…my mom would get it when people talked about drugs.
Like a craving for it, a need for it even though she was already so jacked up she couldn’t function.
I also think the woman at the laundromat was on it too. ”
Lane looks over at me in surprise. “What? Why didn’t you mention that before?”
“Because it wasn’t a super big tell. Her hands were a little shaky. Again, she didn’t scream ‘druggie’ to me though. So, whatever they’re taking, if I’m right, has to be something that doesn’t affect focus, or response.”
“Where was your girl from?” he asks.
“India, why?”
Lane taps his finger against the dashboard. “What if we’re wrong…what if they’re not selling the drugs to patrons, but instead they’re giving them to their employees? Hooking them on it in exchange for labor?”
I look over at Lane. “Fuck…what if you’re right? How do we figure it out?”
“I don’t know, let me think about it,” Lane says.
“Say we’re right. If we got one of the girls to confess, would that be enough?” I ask.
“Oh, if they’re trafficking humans into the US and forcing them into sex slavery or forced labor, we will have no trouble bringing them down.”
“So…I go back and try to talk one of the girls into letting me help them,” I say.
“It won’t work like that. They’re holding them there somehow. Whether it’s through the promise of drugs or maybe through a threat, I don’t know. But if any of those girls had a desire to escape, they would have tried.”
“But what if they’re too scared to try?” I say.
“You know if this shit is going on, the girls in there aren’t ones that have support.
They don’t have family or anyone that cares about them.
They’re coming from shit lives or from other countries and they think this is it for them.
That this is all they can do because there isn’t another option. What if I try to give her one?” I say.
“I don’t know, Felix…why would she trust you?”
“Because when you’re in a situation like that, sometimes you will trust anyone just to have someone to trust,” I say.
“I know…” he says as he realizes that I’m a bit too familiar with this.
“You’re good at getting into things. If you can find a sample of the drug, we can at least move from there.
You need to get the same girl as last time and build up your relationship with her, but don’t press her yet.
We will only press her if we aren’t getting anywhere, alright? ”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. Call the place tonight, ask for an appointment with her tomorrow. See if we can get anywhere. If she’s keeping quiet, don’t push her, alright?”
“Yeah.” I pull my phone out and notice that there is a missed call and voicemail. It’s from Janice asking us to call her back.
I put the phone on speaker and hold the phone in front of Lane as it starts to ring.
“Hello?” Janice asks.
“Janice, it’s Lane and Felix. Everything alright?” he asks.
She lets out a sob and my stomach clenches at what that might mean. “James woke up,” she says. “I’m sorry! I’m a wreck! But he woke up. He’s really confused right now and doesn’t remember anything from the past week, but he’s responding some to me.”
“That’s amazing, Janice,” Lane says. “I’m so happy to hear that!”
“I know! I’m so relieved, and I still can’t stop crying,” she says as her voice cracks. “I’m a mess.”
“That’s okay. You have a right to be. You tell him that we’ll be up to see him as soon as we can.”
“I will. He probably won’t remember, but I will,” she promises. “I need to get back; the doctor is coming in.”
“Okay, thank you for calling us,” Lane says.
“Thanks for being there for me,” she says.
“Of course,” he says, and they say their goodbyes.
I turn to Lane and smile. “See? Something good happened,” I say as I start the car.
He smiles. “Yes, it did. Are you hungry?”
“Yeah,” I say as I turn out onto the road.
“Let’s go on a date.”
I stare at him in surprise. “A…a… what? I thought the only places you know of to take me are ones where my life is put in danger.”
“Shut it. Find a steak or seafood place.”
“Ruddy’s Steakhouse?” I ask as I drive past it.
“More expensive. We’re using the money you stole from Walsh,” he says.
“Alright…hmm…” I pick up the phone and hold the home button down. “Most expensive restaurant in the area.”
The phone thinks for a moment before saying, “ Here is what I found. ”
I glance down at the listing that had four money signs. “What about a four in terms of cost?”
“Go for it,” Lane says.
“You sure? I mean…I’m just as happy eating at a fast food place.”
“No, let’s burn through that money,” he says.