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Ugh, pretending to flirt with this guy would be easier if he actually was attractive. Leela flashed her widest smile and pushed down any revulsion as she eyed up her mark.
She had known that Sergei’s little brother Vladimir wouldn’t be a looker, but everything about this man was just…
off. He was too tall and skinny, and his suit both hung on his coat hanger like frame and was too short for his long, thin arms.
When he smiled, he flashed a mouthful of crooked teeth, and his nose and ears were comically oversized, like someone tried drawing his brother from memory.
And of course, like any unattractive man, he turned to putty whenever an actual attractive woman gave him a smile.
Then again, Leela knew she had been spoiled with Brad.
He was a snake, but easy on the eyes, and not so bad in the bedroom either.
After nabbing the soap star and her bodyguard, they had spent a few weeks on his boat together “celebrating” their win.
Leela would rather have taken off with Sienna for Sergei, but she knew that she had to stay on Brad’s good side, and earn his trust, and the fastest way to do that with a man was through his pants.
It worked like a charm. Of course, she still slept with one eye open around Brad, she didn’t trust him one bit.
Now after staring at Vladimir made her long for the days of being on a boat sleeping with Brad while listening to the muffled moans of Sienna and Joselyn in the next room, but she had unfinished business.
Vladimir hadn’t taken his eyes off of her since she slunk by his VIP lounge at the club in her form fitting, yellow skirt.
All she wore on her top was a matching yellow Bra, pushing up her ample cleavage.
Leela had made sure to walk nice and slow past the lounge where Sergei’s brother sat with an entourage of equally unattractive and poorly dressed men.
Then, just as it looked like she was about to slip off into the crowd of sweaty bodies pressing against each other, she turned and flashed Vladimir a bright smile.
That was all she needed. Then she leaned against a bar, pretending to be watching the folks on the dance floor and occasionally turning to watch Vladimir, who’s attention switched from her to the cages above them.
Suspended from the ceiling were several large birdcages, each one containing a woman clad in a bra and thong with her hands tied and mouth gagged. Some fought against their bonds, trying to escape despite the twenty foot drop below them, while others danced, learning to embrace their captivity.
It was one of the premiere fetish clubs in Europe, and supposedly one of the preferred hunting grounds of Vladimir.
Rumor has it that Sergei had stepped back from the business and was letting his brother run things.
When it came to running the business Vladimir was…
floundering. He didn’t command the respect his brother did, nor was he as ruthless.
Hunting at a club was also a dangerous gambit.
Though it wasn’t forbidden, snatching girls at a spot friendly to those in the slave business was frowned upon since so many came to clubs like this to do business.
A slaver could accidentally kidnap one of their own, or snatch a girl belonging to another.
Security had become tighter too at these clubs after an incident the previous year where two undercover cops had gotten into one run by Ace.
Ace was stupid, and should have gotten rid of the cops immediately, but instead chose to display them at the club, subjecting them to multiple humiliations.
Eventually, the cops got free and raided the club, arresting one of Ace’s lieutenants who would go on to sing to the authorities like a canary.
That single arrest destroyed most of Ace’s holdings in southern California, and scared the rest of the slaver community.
It took Leela six months to pass the security check to get into this particular club.
Of course, Sergei pulled strings to get Vladimir in. Lacking his brother’s killer instinct, Vladimir browsed the fetish clubs because of the allure of easy prey, and he no doubt knew that no one would speak up against him out of fear of his brother.
What a snake. Leela tried to hide her disgust as she looked at the little man in the ill fitting suit, surrounded by his entourage of hangers on.
They drooled after every woman that walked by, and when there wasn’t a female to gawk at, stared up at the birdcages above them.
She continued to glance over her shoulder at Vladimir as she stood at the bar.
Just when she was wondering if she would have to send him a handwritten invitation, he stood up and approached her.
“Quite a view from down here.” He flashed her a crooked smile and motioned to the women in the cages above.
“I’ve seen better.” She batted her eyes at him.
“It’s nothing like the view I have right now.” He went to sip from his drink, realized it was empty, and went over to the bar.
“What are you drinking?” He waved his hand at the bartender, who ignored him, instead waiting on a gaggle of well dressed women at the other end of the bar.
“Club soda.”
“Don’t you want something with a little kick?” He waved at the bartender again, but may as well have been invisible.
“And end up in one of those cages?” She gestured above.
“Maybe I’d like to see you in one of them.” Finally, Vladimir waved his hand and snapped his fingers at the bartender.
The bartender could barely hide his annoyance as he came to the side of the bar.
“I shouldn’t have to wait, do you know who I am?” Vladimir tried to keep his voice low, but Leela could hear everything. “Brandy for me and a soda with vodka for the lady.”
Leela turned her head to roll her eyes, and then back at Vladimir.
“Maybe I already have a little birdie waiting for you.” She smiled at him.
“Oh?” Vladimir raised his eyebrows.
“Call it a gift, a goodwill gesture.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship.” As she finished speaking, the bartender brought over their drinks.
Vladimir handed her a drink and raised his. They clinked glasses and she lifted hers to her lips but didn’t drink.
“What do you say we-” He began, but she took him by the hand and led him off the dance floor.
His initial surprise was replaced with glee at the attractive women dragging him off to someplace private.
Just off the dance floor was a long hallway lined with doors, each one leading to a private room.
Each room had different amenities, depending on what someone wanted, be it business or pleasure.
Vladimir continued to have a dazed look on his face as Leela stopped outside her room, unlocked the door, and ushered him inside.
A velvet couch was in the center of the room, and a four poster bed at the other side.
In the very middle was a tall, black oval shape covered with a dark sheet.
Underneath the sheet could be heard the faint sound of muffled whimpering.
“Now,” Leela began, setting her drink down on an end table. “Since we’re alone, I think it’s time to talk business.”
She turned to see Vladimir with a cloth in hand and a bottle in the other, struggling to remove the cap. He clearly didn’t notice her looking as he struggled to open the chloroform. Leela sighed, stepped over, and yanked the bottle out of his hands.
“Wait, it’s not what it-” He stammered.
“Shut up.” She grabbed him by his tie, dragged him over to the couch, and pushed him down.
“I swear, it’s cologne… aftershave!” He tried to salvage it.
It took all of her self control to play nice with him.
“Honey, don’t you get it,” She slunk over to him. “We’re on the same team.”
“Wha… what?” He asked.
“Babe, just sit back.” She stood up, turned around, grabbed the top of her skirt, and pushed.
It was skin tight, and clung to her ass like a second skin as she pushed it down, exposing her matching yellow thong.
“I’m here to help you.” She looked over her shoulder, winked, and lowered the skirt some more.
“Uhh… you are?”
She laughed and pushed, the rest of her rear end bouncing up like it had was spring loaded. Then she turned, kicked up the skirt, and tossed it into his lap.
“I know so much about you, Vladimir.” She leaned against the covered oval.
“What… you do?”
She turned around, giving him another view of her ass.
“I know you’re running your brothers affairs now, I know you want to impress him.”
“I… I don’t need to impress anyone.” He puffed out his chest.
“Oh, I know that, but does he know that?” She sauntered over to him and bent over so that he was blinded by her cleavage.
“What… what do you want?” Vladimir swallowed.
“Oh, I’m just looking for a partnership.” She stood and strutted over to another table.
“Just a partnership?” Vladimir asked.
“Maybe a little more.” She lifted a file from the table and brought it over to him.
“You really want to discuss business?” He furrowed his brow at her.
She laughed and tossed the file in his lap. Vladimir opened it to find pictures of Brad.
“I know you and Sergei have been trying to get footing in America. What if I told you I could help with that?” She strutted back over to the covered oval.
“This… who is this?” Vladimir asked.
Leela once again hid her annoyance. He really was an idiot.
“His name is Brad Arnold, used to work for Ace, now in business for himself. A major competitor with lots of connections.”
“So if we get rid of him…” The wheels were turning in Vladimir’s head.
“He knows things too, if we get him to talk, Ace falls next.” She took a handful of the black drape.
“I… I’ll have to talk with Sergei.” He looked up at her.
“I thought so,” she pulled slightly on the black drape. “And just to show my loyalty, I bought a gift, a gesture of good will.”
With that she yanked the black curtain with a flourish and stepped away.
“Mmmph! Mmmmm!” Sienna cried from within the giant birdcage.
Vladimir’s jaw dropped as he stared at the soap star. She was completely nude, hands taped behind her back, and mouth taped shut as well. She pressed herself against the bars of the cage and implored Vladimir.
“Hrrrmmph! Hhlllp! Mmmph!” She cried, her large breasts pressing out of either side of the bars.