Chapter 44
A gentle knock on the door spooked me, making me jump from the bed. I exhaled a deep breath to calm my racing heart. It had to be either Vic or housekeeping. Everyone else would have been long gone.
Biting my lower lip, I gave Trevor a gentle shake. He didn't respond. He only continued to snore loudly, with drool dripping downthe side ofhis face.When I was positive he wouldn't wake, I rushed to the door.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Vic questioned.
Slipping into the dark hallway, I sighed, "Not really, but I have to." I had no choice in the matter. It was either have a threesome with Cherry and Mr. Nasty Pits or remain stuck as Trevor's slave for only God knows how long.
Wrapping my arms around myself, I headed upstairs. Vic followed close behind, though I wasn't sure why. It wasa good thing he had the ruse that he was Cherry's boyfriend. Otherwise, he would have been forced to leave, even ifhedid work at the club. "Trevor is still breathing, right?" he asked when we finallymade it toCherry's apartment.
"Don't worry. Sadly, you didn't killhim," I chuckled grimly. That's my job. A sudden warmth flowed through my body. Not the fuzzy kind, like when people fall in love. The kind only raging anxiety could cause.
As I walked closer to Cherry's door, my hand began to shake violently. I couldn't catch my breath, and my heart felt like it was a jackhammer in my chest. There was no going back. If I succeeded in getting my records, I had to do the restof my part. I had to prove Trevor killed Alex. There was no exemption for murder. There was no debt to pay for killing another person. The sentence was always death. No amount of money would spare him. Could I really do this? Could I kill the man I had loved for a large majority of my life? Was my situation really that bad? It could have been worse. I could have been killed. What if nobody else picked up my debt? I would have been thrown from the wall myself. Or what if I ended up with someone much worse than Trevor? Someone who kept me in a filthy cage and used me for their own personal entertainment? At least Trevor made sure I got a taste of the good life.
Vic shook me out of my trance. "Isaac!"
I sucked in a breath, allowing my eyes to focus once more.
"You don't have to do this. We can find another way."
"I have to do this," I muttered. Cherry and Vic had risked so much to make this happen. They benefited nothing from this. They were risking their very freedom for me. I had to follow through.
With one more slow breath, I turned the doorknob to enter Cherry's apartment while Vic stayed outside. My situation bothered the hell out of him, but I was floored that he was perfectly fine with allowing me to use my body to do these things. He knew I was a sex worker the moment we met, so he must have figured it came with the territory.
Cherry had a disgusted look on her face as she asked, "You ready?"
"I guess I owe you big after this?"
"As long as Trevor ends up in shackles one way or the other, you don't owe me shit. If we fail… you owe me a huge bag of Nova."
I chuckled, following her into the bedroom. It was tiny. There was barely enough room for the bed, let alone three fully grown adults. Especially since one of them was much bigger than the average person. Cherry dimmed the lights, so a soft red glow covered the area.
Mitchell sat on a fuzzy red blanket, wearing… hell, I wasn't sure if he was wearing anything from my position at the door. His belly covered the spot where his junk should be.
I was still dressed in my working outfit, a pink halter top with a matching thong and long white boots, so there wasn't much to take off. "How do you want to begin, baby?" Oh my God, he still stank. I thought Cherry was going to force him to take a shower.
"Make out with her," he ordered.
I stared blankly at him for a moment before looking at Cherry. This was weird as hell. He wanted to be with me and a woman, yet he was going to watch us make out? As if breeder porn wasn't a thing.
Cherry looked just as confused as I was. Shrugging, she wrapped her thin arms around my waist and slid her tongue into my mouth.
"Take off her top."
I did as he asked, unclasping the hooks and slowly taking the bra off, exposing her perky brown breasts.
"Suck on them."
Who asked their gay fantasy to make out with a woman in front of him? I supposed everyone had their kinks, but this was new terrain for me. I cupped one of Cherry's breasts, sucking on the nipple. She let out a moan, which was clearly fake, but she was doing her part. Her hand slid between us and under the lace of her panties. "Don't you want us to do anything fun to you?" Even though Cherry was just playing her part, I could tell she was just as weirded out as I was.
The funny thing was that neither of us was uncomfortable doing sexual things to each other. As sex workers who had both been in shackles, we were used to some pretty odd things. But why instruct two of your sex fantasies to make out with each other while you watch?
"Come sit on my face."
I pulled away and watched Cherry glide onto the bed. She leaned back against the wall, slowly pulling her panties down and making a show of it. As she crawled to Mitchell, he looked at me. "Suck me off."
Despite my best attempts, I don't think I succeeded in wiping the disgusted look off my face. I was used to having sex with unattractive people, but that smell... Was I allowed to plug my nose without offending him? I closed my eyes, telling myself that I needed to do this.
He shuffled, making the bed groan under his weight. Would the legs of the bed be able to hold the weight of all three of us? Well, we were about to find out. As Cherry climbed over him, I sat down and looked between his legs. It took everything in my soul not to gag. His pubic hair was like a jungle, and there was a white crust sticking several patches together. Swallowing hard, I tried to breathe out of my mouth, but the moment my tongue was near his stubby little shaft, bile rose in my throat.
I jerked back, covering my face and shaking my head. "Nope. I can't." Puke filled my mouth, making my cheeks puff out until I could swallow it back down. "I'm out. I'll take the shackles."
Mitchell bolted upright, practically tossing Cherry against the wall. "We had a deal!"
"Man, do you even know what water is? It's that clear wet stuff you're supposed to wash with!" The bile was coming back, so I snapped my mouth shut.
He bounced, making the bed creak dangerously. He had to do a sort of humorous sit-up to get to his feet. "The deal is off! I'm going to let everyone know you two were planning on hacking this place!"
Cherry got to her feet, snatched something off a shelf, and rushed the man. Only when she pressed the item against the man's quadruple chin did I realize it was a knife. "Sit your fat ass down!"
Seconds later, the front door loudly burst open, and a very angry-looking Vic stormed into the bedroom. I had to admit, the way he came charging in was kind of a turn-on. "What's going on?"
"I couldn't do it," I blurted out. Just the thought of putting my face close to Mitchell's junk had the stomach acid churning once more.
"Oh, Mitchell's going to help us either way," Cherry snapped. "Otherwise, I'm going to stab him in the fucking neck."
Even in the dim lighting, I could see the sweat start to collect on Mitchell's forehead. "You aren't going to kill me. They'd toss you over the wall!"
"Would they?" A dark smile crossed Cherry's face. "There are three witnesses that will testify that you tried to rape him." She pointed toward me. "His sponsor will make you disappear. You may even become ground-up meat for the citizens of the Slog."
"Exactly. You held him down, and my girlfriend and I walked in on it," Vic growled. God damn, he was sexy when he was pissed.
"You're going to get those records. Right fucking now."
Mitchell scowled but began pulling on his pants anyway before walking out of the room.
Cherry kept the knife to the back of his head. But I doubted she needed to. It wasn't like the fat man could outrun any of us. Silently, we headed down the stairs and past the dancefloor to Trevor's office. I punched in a passcode, praying Hobbs hadn't changed it when the place was built. The light on the door handle turned green, and I breathed a massive sigh of relief.
At knifepoint, Cherry led Mitchell to the computer. He held up a small thumb drive device. "This is a master key. Once inserted, it should be able to get around any security on the computer." He stuck it into the side of the keyboard, and the glass monitor woke. The first security wall popped up. Instantly, a password was autogenerated, and the main screen was accessible.
The longer the process took, the more nervous I got. All the staff was gone, and Trevor would be passed out for the rest of the night, but I was still on edge. He conducted a lot of private business deals, and most clients wouldn't risk working with someone who might gather blackmail material on them, so Trevor wouldn't have cameras in the office.
"I need a glacom," muttered Mitchell.
Vic pulled out his. A glacom was a thin glass communication device. It could make regular calls and video calls, send messages, access social media, and download files from computers.
Mitchell hovered the glacom over a sensor spot on the side of the monitor, triggering a hologram pop-up with an arrow pointing to the com. After a few minutes, the hologram changed to a thumbs-up. The transfer was done. "I downloaded anything financial. You will have to dig through it yourself and see what you can find."
"Okay, now get the fuck out," Cherry ordered. She never once set the knife down.
"It's five AM. Where am I supposed to go?"
"Walking is good for you. If you aren't gone in the next five fucking minutes, Starburst is going to call the authorities, and we…" She pointed the knife between her and Vic. "...are going to collaborate. Got me, puddin'?"
Mitchell didn't argue. It would've been stupid to do so. Attempted rape was a hefty charge that led to several years' worth of servitude. And his good computer skills would be the only reason a sponsor might pick him up. He clearly wasn't suited for any type of manual labor.
"What about my shirt?" he protested as we escorted him to the front doors.
"Tough fucking luck," Cherry snarled.
Hanging his head, Mitchell left the building.
"So, what do we do now?" Vic asked as he settled onto the bouncer's chair.
If Alex were here, he would know what to do. "Do we know anyone who can figure out which file is which?"
Cherry and Vic looked at each other, and then they both shrugged. Fuck. It looked like I needed to go on with my plan no matter what. I couldn't chicken out. "Do you think you can download those files onto your computer at your house, Vic? I don't have a glacom... Hobbs won't let me have one."
"I can do that. I'm off Wednesday and Thursday." He chuckled. "It will be nice to not have to sleep on Cherry's tiny couch for a couple of nights."
I grinned. He was trying so hard to lighten the mood. "I'll see you on Friday, and we will see what we can come up with." I glanced up at one of the cameras on the wall. The light was still blue; the cameras were down for server maintenance. However, it wouldn't last all night. "We don't want the cameras to catch us down here. We need to get moving."