Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Thirty or forty men milled about the room, drinks in hand, their attention immediately shifting to our entrance. Some were already stroking themselves through their pants; others had their cocks out, hard and ready. I recognized several of them from Charlie’s operation—these were the distributors, the dealers, the men who kept the poison flowing through our city’s veins.
Oscar’s hand slid between my legs, cupping me through my special panties. “Look at them,” he murmured in my ear. “All waiting for a turn with you and the other bad girls.”
I felt myself grow shamefully wet at his words, at the obscene spectacle before me. The twelve girls squirmed helplessly in their restraints as the bodyguards made final adjustments, ensuring they were perfectly positioned for use.
Jax moved to a small stage at one end of the room, where a microphone stood waiting. He beckoned me to join him, and I walked on shaky legs to his side, aware of every eye in the room following my movements.
“Gentlemen,” Jax’s voice boomed through the speakers, commanding immediate attention. “Thank you for joining us tonight. As promised, we’ve arranged some special entertainment for you all.”
CHAPTER 22
Jax
A ripple of appreciative murmurs ran through the crowd. I did my best to assess the mood, all my senses on high alert, trying to perceive the slightest shift away from lust and toward wariness.
“Relax,” said Esme’s voice in my ear, speaking through the invisible comm implanted in my jawbone. “The cameras are giving us full biometrics on every one of these perps. You folks don’t trust your assessors as much as you should.”
I tapped my jaw twice to acknowledge, not sure whether to take Esme’s reassurance as standard assessors’ bravado or gospel fact. It was true that trainers like me sometimes overestimated our ability to read a young woman’s body language. Occasionally, yes, assessment could figure things out from arcane parameters like skin galvanics long before I could sense a shift in a girl’s attitude coming.
When it came to men, though?
“I know what you’re thinking,” said Esme. “You’re thinking that because you’re a man and I’m a woman, there’s no way I know more about what these criminals are thinking than you do.”
I had to keep the smile from my face. I tapped my jawbone again, then rested my hand on Louisa’s shoulder, feeling a shudder go through her—one that I didn’t need Esme to tell me mingled fear and excitement.
I had given the crowd a few moments to settle down, letting the suspense build a little. The contrast between the cotton fabric of Louisa’s schoolgirl blouse and the soft skin of her neck threatened to derail my analytical train of thought.
“I promise you one thing, though,” Esme said. “The testosterone in this room suggests very strongly that these men aren’t going to be thinking about anything but fucking until the police have them all in plastic cuffs.”
I let my smile go on that one, beaming around the room at the assembled lowlifes, because it was time to put things in full motion.
“Gentlemen,” I announced, letting my voice carry to every corner of the room, “these bad girls are here tonight to perform community service for all of you.”
Laughter erupted across the room, deep male chuckles and a few crude comments that made Louisa tremble slightly beneath my hand.
“As you can see,” I continued when the laughter subsided, “they’re positioned for your convenience. Each one has been thoroughly trained to understand that they must obey every man who chooses to use them tonight.” I paused, scanning the eager faces. “However, there is just one rule you need to follow.”
The men leaned forward, their expressions hungry as they waited for me to continue. I could sense their anticipation, the almost palpable desire filling the room.
“But first,” I said, gently guiding Louisa forward, “let me introduce my own special bad girl. This is Little Lulu, who’s been under my personal training program.”
Louisa stood trembling beside me, her eyes downcast as dozens of predatory gazes raked over her body. I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the subtle tension in her muscles as she fought to control her breathing.
“Little Lulu,” I said, moving the microphone close to her lips, “why don’t you tell these gentlemen what the most important rule is?”
Louisa
For a moment I couldn’t think. I had no idea what Jax meant and I felt certain I had ruined everything. My heart rate skyrocketed and I felt my face turn bright red.
Then I remembered, with an even hotter blush, so that my cheeks felt like how I imagined the surface of the sun. I whispered into the mic, “Bad girls only get fucked with a sore bottom.” The crowd laughed, a deep rumble of masculine appreciation that made my skin prickle with goosebumps.
Jax nodded approvingly and gestured toward the center of the hall. “Gentlemen, as Little Lulu has so eloquently reminded us, these girls require proper preparation before use. You’ll find everything you need at the discipline table.”