Chapter 13 #2
Over the next few nights, Dylan’s men partied at Miss Nami’s and gathered more and more information. He didn’t know whether to be thrilled with their successful mission or sick at all the SEALs involved.
“Sir, we snagged you and the JG invitations to tonight’s party.” Chief Willis announced during the daily briefing. “Thursday night it’s officers only.”
Dylan didn’t want to do this. He wasn’t into hookers. Never had been. He’d always needed some kind of connection with the women he’d fucked, even if it only involved conversation over supper. With an exchanged glance with his friend Adam, they took the information.
Thant night, after paying the hefty cover charge, which was twice as much as it was for the chiefs, they walked into the huge house in a very upscale neighborhood of San Diego.
They’d seen compounds like this in several other countries, invaded a few, but opulent didn’t describe the huge house and manicured grounds surrounded by a twelve-foot wall.
Scantily clad girls in sky-high heels and lace lingerie practically attacked them with trays full of high-end liquor and glasses.
Dylan opted for vodka, which he pretended to sip until he covertly poured it into a plant.
Another appeared immediately. He was shocked at the number of sailors, snapping pictures constantly with the hidden camera in his unneeded glasses.
Adam was wearing a button camera that night, hopefully getting even more pictures.
It looked as though they cleverly separated the men by rank.
He wandered through the huge rooms on either side of the foyer, paying more attention to the architecture of the house than the women.
He was turned away by a bouncer when he approached a small doorway, but not before he got a look inside at the men with military haircuts sprinkled with silver.
The bruiser looked familiar and carried himself as if he were SpecOps-trained.
Dylan grabbed a picture of him more out of curiosity than as part of their mission.
After several girls attempted to lure him into the bedrooms, he agreed to take the one with the best English.
When they entered the room, he checked for cameras.
“What you doing? I down here.” The girl pulled his head down and his hands automatically went to her small hips.
“Are we being filmed?” He asked just above a whisper.
When she didn’t answer, he increased the pressure on her hips. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he didn’t want her to get in trouble when they didn’t have sex.
She shook her head and pointed up. “Rooms upstairs are for special guests. Miss Nami taught us to stay out of pictures. No camera here.”
Dylan let out a long breath. “Good, because I don’t want you to get in trouble. We’re not going to have sex. I just want to talk.”
She gave him a salacious smile as she crawled onto the bed. “You watch me do things?”
“No.” Dylan sat down in the only chair in the room. “I want to know about you. Just talk.” Then he quickly added, “I’ll tip you well.”
“Just talk?” She crawled off the bed and came around the back of the chair. Dylan hated having someone at his back, but when she started to massage his shoulders, was not about to tell her no.
“You tense. I relaxed you.”
When he began his interrogation, he quickly discovered that he could tell she was lying so he pulled her around to face him.
She immediately straddled his lap and continued rubbing his shoulders and neck.
Of course, his dick got hard. He could feel her heat through the thin scrap of cloth she wore through his khaki slacks.
He hadn’t been with a woman since Kylie. He wondered if he called her if she’d go out with him again. He could grovel. He really had been a dick.
Dylan forced his attention back to the mission, only to realize the girl was now stroking him through his pants.
“I take care of this.” She reached for his buckle and he grabbed her hands in one of his.
“No. Only talk,” he insisted, picking her up and planting her on the edge of the bed. He started asking questions and pulling out bills. He needed an easy question first, one he hoped she wouldn’t lie about.
“What’s your name?”
She gave him what was supposed to be a salacious smile. “What you want my name be? Big sailor can call me anything you want.”
Dylan shifted uncomfortably. “No. I want to know your real name.”
She stared at him for a long minute. “Here, they call me Tessa.”
“What’s your real name?” He wondered if she would give it to him or lie. “Please, tell me the truth. It’s important.”
“Tala,” she said just above a whisper.
“What’s your last name?”
She stared at her folded hands. “Mallari. Tala Mallari.”
“Where are you from, Tala?” Dylan felt like he was finally getting someplace.
“Philippines.”
He gave her a small smile. “I’ve been to the Philippines. There’s a lot of small islands, or are you from one of the bigger ones?”
“Small. Cebu.” She giggled. “I was little girl back then.” Dark eyes begging for understanding met his.
“Pappa work hard. Too many babies. Not enough food. I go to Cebu City and get job. Owner say I too pretty. Do better in Manila. More money send home to Pappa.” She grabbed his hands with both of hers.
“Money for family. Many babies. Tala work. Make good money.”
Dylan needed to refocus the conversation on her current circumstance. “How long have you worked for Miss Nami?”
She started to cry.
The man in Dylan wanted to hold her and comfort her, but the SEAL was on a mission.
“Long time.” She explained that Miss Nami had her passport, and she couldn’t leave the country to go back home. But it really didn’t matter because that wasn’t her passport anyway. It was one that was provided for her. She was in the country illegally.
With the saddest eyes Dylan had ever seen, she looked up at him. “You help me get home? I no want be here anymore. I no like doing this, but I owe much money to Miss Nami and Blade. He paid to bring me here.”
“How long have you been here?” Dylan couldn’t help asking the question.
“Three years. That’s why my English is good. I watch Sesame Street. They teach good English.”
Dylan didn’t hold back his grin. Learning the language from a children’s show was brilliant. “Yes, I’ll help you get back home. But you must never tell you talked to me.”
She looked at her watch. “Time to go.”
“What do you mean?” Dylan wasn’t done asking questions.
“I can only use the room for fifteen minutes. Then I have to go find another man.” She quickly added, “Unless upstairs. Then we keep him long time.”
He handed her more bills. “Can you keep some of this just for you?”
She shook her head, her dark hair flying. “They search us before we leave.” She smiled and waved the bills. “But you good customer. I do good tonight.”
As they went to leave the room, she grabbed his arm. “You no lie? You help me get home?”
Dylan hugged her. “Yes. But you can’t tell anyone what we talked about tonight.” With his arm around her shoulders, he stepped into the hallway and was met by a SEAL he recognized from Team 7. The man gave him a knowing grin.
Since he rode with Adam, he had to wait for his friend before he could leave. As they were walking out of the house, the lieutenant from the hallway caught up to them.
“I haven’t seen you at Miss Nami’s parties before. You have a good time?”
“Yeah.” Dylan lied. “How about you?”
“Always.” He grinned. “Next time, try Cas or Bani. They’re mine.”
“What do you mean, yours?” Adam asked.
“I’ve sponsored two girls.” His comment was so offhand Dylan wanted to punch the son of a bitch in the nose.
“I thought you were married?” How Adam knew that, Dylan had no idea.
“Legally, I still am. The bitch took my girls and went home to momma.” His grin was evil.
“But as long as I have a family, I still rate my three-bedroom house on base.” He shrugged.
“It’s now just filled with Cas and Bani.
They keep the house clean, take turns cooking so I still get a hot meal every night, and lots of sex. ”
“How come Miss Nami doesn’t get caught?” Dylan gestured back to the house. “That’s a brothel no matter how you sell it.”
The guy from Team 7 laughed. “Who do you think was in that back room? She keeps all the single brass happy, including the base commander and the commander in charge of the military police.”
Fuck. This was bigger than Dylan had thought.
When they reached the cars, the other lieutenant offered, “If you’re interested in sponsoring one of the girls, or two, just let me know. I can hook you up.”
Dylan hesitated before opening his door. He was still on a mission. “Who else do you know who’s sponsored girls? I might want to talk to some others. I’m just not sure about this deal.”
The man was a wealth of knowledge and obviously a little drunk. He rattled off the names of two other SEAL officers. “A couple others transferred out with a winter rotation but took the girls with them. Miss Nami’s boss has the same set up on the East Coast.”
“Thanks, you’ve been a big help,” Dylan said as he slid behind the wheel and closed the door. He glanced at Adam. “Can you fucking believe him?”
Dylan was so wound up when he got home, he compiled all the information and sent it to Commander Dennis. Then he took a shower, scrubbing and rinsing three times, but he couldn’t get the stench of all those different perfumes off his body. He only hoped it would come out of his clothes.