It was the first day that Parker had been instated as the current boss of an underground prostitution ring called "Nightly". His father had decided to hand over the company a few months ago, deciding he was too old to continue on. Parker had an adequate grasp on the knowledge of the business. After all, his father had taught him from childhood. Now, at the prime age of twenty-two, Parker Soames was in-charge of the company while his father was off traveling the world. It was his duty to take care of all the girls underneath his protection, only giving them to the most loyal and trusted customers. Others would be properly disposed of. Their bodies had to be taken care of properly and given anything that they needed.
Parker sat at his desk in the most secured part of the underground building while checking over the list of his girls with their prices. Maggie, Mallory, Madeline. There was a special asterisk next to Madeline Johnson's name. To pique his curiosity even further, he saw that her price had soared above all of the rest. Madeline was easily double per hour compared to the others. "Sam!" He called out before a man came in. "Tell me, why is there an asterisk next to Madeline Johnson's name?" He questioned, placing the paper down onto the desk. "Um, sir. Unlike the rest of the girls, she is still a virgin. The only one of the all the girls. Many men are willing to pay a lot of money for that, but we make sure that things do not get out of hand." Sam explained, hoping that satisfied the question. Parker was surprised to hear the information but still kept his stoic demeanor. "I want to meet her. Go get Madeline." He stated then leaned back in his chair.
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Waking up the following morning, Kierra was surprised to find herself in her own bed and pondered how she had made it home last night from the party. The pounding headache that followed shortly after was no shock though. After throwing down a multitude of shots and whatever pills she could find lying around, it was a wonder how she was still functioning properly. No matter though. She was living and that was all that mattered. Her eyes slid over to the digital clock sitting on top of her dresser to read that it was almost noon. Good, just enough sleep to last another party tonight. "I could go for a smoke," She mumbled to herself, shuffling in the bed to find a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. Kierra never slept far from her trusty sidekicks, and they were practically glued to her hip. Finding them beneath her pillow, she easily lit the cigarette then padded over toward her window to crack it open slightly. With her parents out of town, Kierra did not have to worry about her parents lecturing her about how smoking was hazardous to her health. Blah, blah blah. It was not like she had a bright future to begin with. Kierra had barely made it through high school and refused to attend college, vowing that her parents had controlled her life for too long. Unlike her perfect twin brother, she was the black sheep to the family. Kierra slowly moved from the window and out onto the street, wanting to get some fresh air.
June 12th, 2015 at 01:51am