Chapter 2 #2
Each truck would have whatever sex worker or workers and a security person in the back, along with the driver.
The clients chose whichever truck they wanted to go into based on their preferences.
Personally, I wasn’t that into fucking in the back of a hot truck for a few hours, but Yooko seemed to have found a niche that worked, because his trucks were rarely less than full.
At night, the trucks became stationary, and even more people showed up to partake.
I wasn’t positive, but I suspected that Tangaloa had come here during certain events.
Not that I could blame him. He didn’t come on camera often, and never when he’d been married to my sister, but this was anonymous.
Sex here was the guarantee of an orgasm with literally no attachments.
He was just one amongst many, a faceless dick.
Yooko moved fast for a man of his size. Then again, with his massive feet and legs, one of his steps was three of ours.
He aimed for the second to last truck on the left.
When we rounded the back, I heard a noise from behind me, and knew Aftermath and Red had finally figured out that there was more to Yooko’s business than meets the eye.
A portable set of stairs led up to the raised bottom of the box truck.
“Oh, dear. Already strapped in, I see.” Yooko hummed for a second. “My apologies, gentlemen, lady, can I borrow your main attraction for just a couple of minutes? I promise, there will be no delay in your departure time.”
Yooko stepped back as one woman and several men descended the stairs.
As they did, I got a good look inside. A bondage device was set up.
It honestly looked like a raised guillotine, but with cuffs instead of a blade.
Kemi—at least I assumed him to be, I could only see the backs of his legs, cock, balls, and ass—was bound to the device on his back.
His legs were raised up in a wide V with his hands strapped above his head to the top of the bench where he was laying down.
After the last client exited the truck, we ascended. Red’s face was so flaming hot that he practically glowed in the low lighting of the back of the truck.
The five of us came around Kemi, who did not seem fazed in the slightest by having a conversation in his current situation.
He wasn’t as young as I expected, maybe mid-twenties, but he had a youthful face and was tiny.
I was right in assuming he would be a twink.
He looked so small and defenseless, strapped down as he was.
Mind, with what he was about to take up his ass, there was nothing weak about him.
“Hi, Papi,” Kemi cooed at Yooko. “Have you come to prep me?”
“It would be my pleasure, pequeno,” Yooko answered sweetly.
The man was so big that he had to squat down as soon as he’d entered the truck.
Suddenly, Aftermath found himself squished up against the wall as Yooko worked his way down to the end of the device.
A pump machine like one would usually find filled with hand soap or sanitizer was attached to the right leg of the bench.
As soon as Yooko pressed the wide pump, lube dispensed.
He worked it around his fingers before starting to play with Kemi’s little ass.
As if realizing that we were all just staring at him, Yooko suddenly looked up. “I promised my customers that this truck would leave on time. That means, you better start asking your questions. I will not lose business for your friends,” he added pointedly.
Red seemed incapable of speaking. He was trying to look anywhere but at Kemi and Yooko.
Aftermath had to clear his throat twice before he was able to speak clearly. “Four days ago, you rented three trucks to a group of men. Do you remember that?”
“Oh, honey, how could I forget those men? As soon as they came in, I knew they were trouble. But Papi says never to turn away regular business. Helps us,” he sighed, and a quick glance down the table showed that Yooko had inserted a finger, “hide all this.”
What Yooko was doing to Kemi didn’t affect me, but it didn’t bother me either.
It was the same as watching gay porn. I could watch it, and maybe the sounds would get to me, but the dick on dick action physically did nothing to me.
Just wasn’t my thing. I had no idea what Aftermath’s and Red’s opinions were in this regard, but at least they weren’t spewing homophobic shit or refusing to talk to Kemi just because he had Yooko’s fingers up his ass.
“Can you tell us anything about them?” Aftermath questioned, and I could see he was trying his damnedest to keep his eyes on Kemi’s face. “Did you get any names, where they were going, what they were doing…? The agreement said they had the trucks for a week.”
Kemi started rolling his hips as he answered.
“They kept talking about ‘cargo’. It sounded like they were moving office buildings, or something like that, and they had some stuff in storage. Honestly, I got a total creep vibe from them, but the transaction went very smoothly. No problems, and they paid in cash.”
“Trackers!” Red said, a little too loudly. He was staring at the ceiling of the truck like it was the Sistine Chapel. “Is there any way to track the trucks now, before they’re returned?”
Kemi opened his mouth to answer, and ended up rolling his eyes back as he moaned, “Fuck yeah, Papi. That’s so good…”
I was barely keeping my laughter in at Red’s embarrassment. My lungs were hurting from having to hold my breath.
“How many fingers, mi amor?” Yooko asked with obvious affection.
“Four, please,” Kemi answered quickly. Then he looked right at Aftermath and winked, “Gotta leave some stretch for the paying customers.”
Aftermath practically choked.
“Oh, honey,” Kemi said, his attention on Red. “You look like you’re about to pass out. Are you okay?”
Red waved him off, but still refused to look him in the eye. The entire truck would likely burst into flames if he did.
“We don’t track the rentals,” Kemi told Aftermath, I’m assuming because Red wouldn’t look at him.
“But I did overhear that their storage unit was up by Hale’iwa.
I remember, because they pronounced it like ‘Holy Ewok’, and it made me think of Star Wars.
” He rolled his eyes and looked directly at me. “Malihini, am I right?” Kemi giggled.
I cracked a smile.
“Time’s up, boys,” Yooko said. He stood, crouched over, and kissed the sole of Kemi’s right foot. “Gracias, mi amor.”
Kemi lifted his bound hand enough to wave. “Bye, Papi. Will you join me for my bath later?”
“I would love to,” Yooko answered sweetly. He exited first because none of the rest of us could unless he did. Once we were towards the rear of the building and the trucks started to drive off, Yooko turned on us. “Did you get what you came here for?”
“He didn’t give us much,” Aftermath complained.
“He gave us plenty,” I contradicted.
Aftermath raised an eyebrow. “How so? All he said was that their storage facility was on some part of the island I can’t name. Wait—is it on this island?” he pointed to the ground.
Tangaloa and I both smirked. I crossed my arms over my chest. “It is.”
“And you know where it is?”
Haoles. They had no concept of just how small O‘ahu was. They didn’t realize that our biggest island was only twice the size of one of their major cities. North point to south point only took four hours, less if you know the tourist areas to avoid congestion.
“Of course, I do,” I told him with confidence. “I live there.”
My small farm was only about five acres.
It was bigger once, but different generations had sold off parts over the years.
My parents had bred and rescued horses for a living.
When I was nineteen and my sister fifteen, our mom had gotten too close to a traumatized, young stallion that had been treated so poorly by his previous owners that everything spooked him.
At her funeral, my heartbroken father had made me swear that I would not abandon or blame the horse for my mother’s death.
Then he walked off, and we never saw him again.
It took years of patience and a lot of sugar cubes, but I kept my promise. Koa was now the sweetest, most loyal horse I’d ever had the pleasure of owning.
I had four other horses on my land along with Koa and boarded seven others.
The twins, Harlen and Sawyer, lived in the loft above the shed row barn and were in charge of the horses’ wellbeing as well as keeping any boarders away from my house, especially during a shoot.
The two were extremely codependent, and I could not recall ever seeing one without the other.
Tangaloa lived in my house with me. He’d arrived on my doorstep drunk and out of his mind with grief and betrayal at the news that my niece, Pualani, was not his daughter, and he never left.
I didn’t mind. The house was too big for just me anyway.
It was meant to have a family and kids living in it; I just wasn’t meant for those things.
It was still early the next morning when Red and Aftermath pulled into my drive. Since they had to spend who knew how long across the island, Kensi and Nadia were coming with them. I wasn’t overly thrilled about that, but what could I do?
In an effort to keep the women away from the business with the Bloody Scorpions, I tasked the twins to give them riding lessons for the day.
Neither one had ever ridden before, so they seemed excited when they were told the plan last night.
I’d also had a very strict talk with the twins that both ladies were off-limits, despite that only one had a wedding ring.
I did not need bad blood just to pay back this favor to Jameson.