Page 8 of Fall of the Trident
Big Daddy always played the long game.That’s why he had the videos made.He didn’t use them for continual blackmail.That was far too traceable.He used them as his ace in the hole.
When the former SEAL Commanding Officer squeezed his eyes closed and grunted, Big Daddy knew he could get down to business with his friend.
Less than a minute later, the little girl stood and licked her lips again.“I’ll get your drink now, unless there’s something else you’d like first.”
Rooster finished tucking himself back in.“I’m good, now.Just my drink.”He watched her naked ass cheeks wiggle down the aisle, the skin-tone thong nearly invisible.“She was good.Looks like the training camp is doing their job well.”He raised his gaze to Big Daddy.“Is the bedroom booked the whole flight?”
“Yes.”His plane had a king-size bed and shower in the back beyond the galley.Visitors could rent it for five thousand U.S.dollars for thirty minutes.His guests often used it for multiple play.Currently, there were two men and four girls occupying the room.
With a glance to his bodyguard, who doubled as gatekeeper, fifteen minutes was indicated as remaining in their hour-long rental.Hound grinned at his large-faced watch.Another part of his job was to be sure the girls were never abused.The man truly enjoyed his work.He was a voyeur.He didn’t like to be touched, but he got hard as a rock watching others fuck.While the sheets were changed and the room was cleaned, he would slip into the bathroom and handle his personal situation.
Each to their own.He’d built his reputation on young girls, one of the most taboo predilections in the world.Over the years he had learned how to recruit new clients, weeding out anyone who might possibly be undercover wanting to shut down his operation.He only hired fallen SEALs who had served under his command…and gotten caught doing something wrong.They were extremely loyal to him, but he paid them well and let them do their job.
He’d made mistakes, though.Most recently, allowing women to run certain businesses he owned.While he’d been living in San Diego, he’d permitted Ms.Nami to take over his sex club concentrating on military, police, and local officials, so he could focus on his highly lucrative Doll House in Los Angeles.It always surprised him how much money famous people would pay to hide their twisted sexual preferences.
But both businesses had been raided by the Homeland Security Investigations for Human Trafficking Division.Big Daddy had been furious when he discovered that men in his own command had been found and arrested.
He’d been tempted to anonymously report his same venture in Norfolk, Virginia, just to be rid of it and the madam who ran the place for him.But it hadn’t taken Homeland long to discover that East Coast enterprise and shut it down.
He mentally shrugged.That business had gotten him started fifteen years ago and had brought him millions of dollars in income.More money than he’d ever seen in his life.It had taught him invaluable lessons and showed him where the real money was hidden.
During his coast-to-coast move, he’d decided there wasn’t enough money in the illicit sex trafficking to the military and police.Movie stars and executives, billionaire investors, they were a different situation.Rooster was already overseeing the construction of a new Doll House in L.A.In the meantime, his guests had been invited to visit his Washington D.C.location.
Thankfully, none of the men who worked for his dark side businesses had talked.Most were released quickly claiming they had no knowledge of what went on inside the clubs’ private rooms.A lie, but one which could be upheld by the cadre of lawyers he maintained.A name change, a beard or a shave, and a new location, and his men were back to work.
Michael interrupted his wandering mind.“I’m glad you bought the island.I always worry when you rent someone else’s mansion.I don’t care if it’s on some tiny backward Caribbean Island or in the middle of a huge city.There are too many people involved for my comfort.We weren’t trained that way.Do you feel like you can trust the South American billionaire?”Rooster asked.
“Fuck no.But I’m his chance for staying alive.He pissed off Nicholas Maduro.The disputed president of Venezuela believes that our seller stole most of his money from the Venezuelan government during the uproar between Chavez and Maduro.”Big Daddy sipped his scotch and enjoyed the smooth burn as it glided to his stomach.
“He’s probably right.”Rooster said nothing else until after the girl had delivered his drink and left.
“I sent him to the same plastic surgeon who did your new face.When he’s done, his own mother wouldn’t recognize him.”
His old friend chuckled.“Mine didn’t.Neither did my ex.”
What the fuck?“You went and saw them?”
Rooster grinned.“Yeah.I had to find out just how good your plastic surgeon was.The man is a fucking genius.He completely changed my face, even my eye sockets.”
“Good to know.”Big Daddy had plans for the surgeon who preferred to buy his little girls rather than play with them and leave.To date, he’d sold the doctor four.He was smart enough to never ask about their health.When the day came he needed to disappear, the talented plastic surgeon would be his first stop.He’d already established a phony wife who would collect all his many insurance policies upon his faked death.
Under his new identity, he would fly all over the world finding rich pedophiles and relieving them of their money.He’d invite them to Isla de la Alegria (the Island of Joy), the fifty acres of paradise he just purchased.
“I can’t believe those idiots in SVG believed that you named the island after your dead wife, Joy.”Rooster sipped his drink.
They both chuckled.“They’re such a poor country right now, money buys almost anything we want.”Big Daddy grinned.“Did I tell you that I cut a deal with their airport security?As far as they know, we have a customs and immigration station on the island.”
Rooster burst out laughing.When he got control of himself, he turned serious.“So, why am I here and not in Los Angeles overseeing the final details on the new Doll House?”
“Can Dirk finish that project?”Big Daddy was eager to get started on the island.He wanted to open before Thanksgiving.
“Yeah.”
“Excellent.I want you to take over remodeling the mansion to fit our needs and you’ll need to construct several twenty-by-twenty buildings on the far end of the island.Each needs to be slightly different.They will require electricity and Internet.One door only.Concrete or tile floor, whichever is cheapest.”He could tell his friend was trying to sort out their usage.
“Okay, I give.What the hell are they for?”He was glad Rooster gave up quickly.They had a lot to go over before the plane landed at a small private airport outside of Washington D.C.
“I’ve already made deals with several Caribbean banks.SVG banking laws are very generous to anyone with accounts in them.”And those banks would pay a hefty fee for the “office” space.
