Page 78 of Beautifully Ruined
“I don’t either. I’d heard of it, but it’s never been my level of thing.”
“They get fresh girls who come in there. Didn’t Bug say that member he spoke to say the girls were always perfect for what a man might want them for?”
“Yeah, sick fucker. He also said he was looking for someone younger. Even showed Bug a photo of his daughter. He wanted a girl who looked like her. Who’d want to bang their own daughter? Sick perv.”
Good thing Bug took care of him. Another CEO whose darkest, vilest secrets would be buried with him.
“So, that sounds like the girls aren’t to order.”
But the Dungeon’s stuck a chord in me. I want to know about it. They get in girls, and they don’t have shipments.
My mind starts bubbling. “They’re an exclusive club… Invite only and almost impossible to get into. They’d vet girls. They wouldn’t ship in a group. Handpicked. Chosen. A different type of trafficking.”
Enzo eyes me. “You think you can get in?”
Knowing Enzo, he’s thinking of how to get me in if I can’t come up with a way.
“There’s always a way in.”
And he grins. “You gotta know the right people.”
I grin back. “Lucky for us, we both make it a habit to know the right people.”
He raises both hands. “I don’t know those kinds of right people.”
“But I do. I have someone very much into that world who owes me big.”
It doesn’t take much to call in the favor and land a meeting with the owner of the club for later that evening. When I hang up I stand.
“I’m gonna need a new suit.”
There’snothing Enzo loves more than going suit shopping, especially to his favorite tailor who makes bespoke suits and can help make any regular suit look like one.
I need something like a Brioni suit. Without the price tag. He can do it.
When we’re done with the suit being fitted, we head to a bar in Chinatown to get a drink.
Enzo signals for the waiter, then turns to me. “If we’re going to pretend to be rich and exclusive, I think we start here, with an eye wateringly expensive Scotch.
The single malt is surprisingly rich, sweet, and fruity. And I eye my rum-loving friend. “Normally, I don’t like Scotch.”
“This is your drink, Cade. It’s closer to what you prefer, but if pressed about it all, state a sixteen year. Stick to it. Men in those exclusive fucking clubs always love shit like this, but being the best and the most expensive isn’t always mutual. It’ll be appreciated.”
I nod, thanking him.
And as we talk about the latest girl lined up in Enzo’s never-ending revolving door of girls, I text Violet who should be finishing work soon.
Me:I’ll be late home tonight, so try not to get into too much trouble.
It takesher a while to get back to me, but I imagine she’s working hard.
Violet:What will you do if I get into trouble?
A dark thrillpasses through me.
How she has the ability to grab me by the balls and stroke my cock I’ll never know.
Me:Tempt me and you’ll see.
