Mastering the Virgin Box Set Five: A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance novel Chapter 76

The Present - Klempner

“Out you come. You have visitors.”

Visitors?

Who the fuck’s going to visit me?

Some noseying lawyer I suppose….

The floor guard, Hartland, jerks his head at my door. Not that it doesn’t make a change to get out of the cell, but the insolent bastard gets on my nerves and makes a point of trying to do it.

“Come on, Larry. Step lively now.” He pokes a baton into the small of my back, jabbing harder than necessary to move me along.

Larry?

Little shite….

…. I'll make you eat your own liver for that one day….

“In you go, Larry.” Hartland juts his chin at the guard inside. “They’ve got half an hour with him if they want to use it all. See that Larry here behaves himself. Still thinks he’s someone does this one.”

“Yes, Mr Hartland.”

I don’t know the guard, but he is polite enough as he indicates the seat by the screen.

But as I look up and see my ‘visitors’, I hover, hesitating.

It’s her….

And one of the men….

…. Summerford….

What the hell are they doing here?

She sits on the other side of the glass screen. He leans against the back wall, arms folded, eyes flat. A couple of guards loiter, one to either side of the screen.

As I sit, her eyes follow me. Nothing else about her moves.

I flick my gaze to Blondie. “That’d be Michael then? Where’s the other one? James is it?”

Blondie shifts but doesn’t speak.

He looks dangerous….

And has proved that he is….

…. The muscle in their arrangement?

Her reply is curt. “Yes, this is Michael. And James isn’t here, because he’s recovering from when your friend Corby shot him.”

?

Shot him?

What else haven’t they told me?

Her eyes narrow, her head tilting. “You didn’t know about that?”

I don’t want to appear unsettled, try to be dismissive. “No, they’d not told me that.”

Ah…. Crap….

I’ve got to know….

“…. What’s his condition?”

“He’ll live, but it was touch and go for a while.”

“And Corby?”

“Dead. The police took him down.”

Suppose he was bound to get himself killed sooner or later.

Always was a charmless bastard….

“And why are you here…?”

Little ginger bitch….

“…. For that matter, why am I here?”

She licks her lips, scratching at a thumbnail with another thumbnail. “Will you talk to me?”

Talk to you?

Who let you in here little girl, just to talk?

You have powerful friends….

Got Haswell dancing your tune….

…. And he knows the Mayor, the Chief of Police….

I sit back, shrug, trying not to wince as I move my barely healed arms. “I don’t know. It depends what you want to ask. I don’t have a lot of incentive to co-operate, do I? They’re going to lock me up and throw away the key. And you’ll be testifying against me.”

What do you want, Jennifer?

Blondie snorts, coming up to her from behind. His arm on her shoulder. “You want to go? You’re going to get nothing from this one.”

She brushes him away. “No, not yet.”

That gesture, that dismissive let-me-be shrug suddenly bites, familiar and bitter.

Mitch’s daughter….

“So, how does it work then?” I ask, tossing my head at Blondie behind her.

She frowns. “How does what work?”

And suddenly I want to know….

How did you do it?

“You, with two of them? How does that work? Two men with one woman….” For a moment her mouth drops open, but I keep going….

You want to talk…. Talk….

“…. Okay, regardless of what I said when we met before, I know you’re not a whore. So, how does it work?”

She’s digging fingernails into her palm and her eyes lift to mine then slip away. “I don’t see that’s got anything to do with you.”

Come on Mitch’s Daughter…. Talk….

“Oh, you might be surprised…. You going to answer my question?”

Her eyes return to mine, hard as agates. “No, because I don’t see that it’s any of your business….”

Fuck you then….

“…. What’s your grudge against me?” she says. “You said it was because of Jenkins, but I don’t believe you. There’s more to it than that. It’s not really me at all, is it? It’s to do with my mother and father?”

“You’re going to testify against me. That hardly fills me with warmth.”

“I don’t believe that either. If that was it, you would simply have had me murdered. You wouldn’t have gone to all the trouble you have, to capture me, hurt me, make my life miserable….”

I chew a thumbnail. “Alright, Jennifer…”

“It’s Charlotte….”

“Alright, Charlotte. Quid pro quo. I’ll talk to you if you talk to me.”

“What do you mean? You hate me. Why would you want to talk to me?”

“I want to know about you, and how you make it work with two men.”

She looks genuinely rattled, turning to look at Blondie who lifts a brow, shoving hands in his pockets. “Your call,” he says. But he stands behind her, feet wide, eye-balling me.

“Alright. I’ll talk to you,” she says, “If in return, you’ll tell me what I want to know.”

I fold aching arms, wishing I’d taken another pain-killer before I came through. “Okay. Shoot.”

“How did you know my mother and father? What were they to you? I know you murdered my father.”

Ah…. Mitch’s Daughter….

Conners’ Daughter….

And the pain and the shame and the dulcet bite of revenge come flooding back….

“Did I?”

“I’m told by the police that you did. And I believe it.”

“Okay, I killed Frank Conners, yes; if you’re determined to call him your father….”

Her eyelids flutter. “Why?”

“He was my friend, or I thought he was. It turned out I was wrong.”

“So why did you think he was?”

“We’d go out together, drinking, chasing women. You know, the things men do.

“What was he like?”

“The reliable type. Solid, dependable….”

“Was he…. a good man?”

You implying something?

Little bitch….

“What sort of question is that?”

“Did he know you were a trafficker?”

Don’t try to trap me Madam….

I eyeball her, and she leans back in her seat, then changes tack.

“And my mother? What about her?”

“She was a hooker.”

“I don’t believe you.”

You so don’t want that to be true….

“Jennifer….”

“Charlotte….”

“Charlotte, you don’t want to believe me. But I assure you, she was a hooker, and rather a good one. She actually enjoyed what she did; worked at the top end of the market. Charged a lot of money.”

I find myself beginning to enjoy the conversation, the interaction. Blondie watches as I talk, one hand on her shoulder, his gaze shifting between me and the girl.

He’s very defensive of her….

She blinks, swallowing hard. “You said you ‘ran her’, with a string of other women….”

I wish….

“Yeah, well, I lied about that. I was running women, but your mother wasn’t one of them. Frank and I were in one of the classier hotel bars downtown. Some of the call girls would hang out there, looking for rich marks. She hit on us there….”

Her face twists….

“You still don’t want to believe me? She was very good at her job. Good enough that, at first, we didn’t realise she was a professional. We thought she was just being…. friendly. And I’ll admit, when I set eyes on her, I thought she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen….”

….. Mitch’s daughter….

Blondie’s knuckles on her shoulder whiten. “…. So did Frank. We took a room for the night and…. well, you know the script from there. You’ve had two guys together often enough I’m sure….”

Her face sets. “So, what then?”

“She was fun to be with. Not just a good fuck, but actually good company. We both liked her. And she seemed to like us…. Really like us I mean, rather than just pretend to because that’s part of the job description. In the morning, we took her number, and later, we called her back. It went from there. We’d meet up with her a couple of nights a week. It became regular. And then.…”

Blondie breaks in, his voice low. “And then you realised, that you’d fallen for the woman you thought you’d just bought.”

His words jolt through me. Our eyes meet and for the first time, I see beyond his broad build, the blond hair. He’s standing close enough that I can see the deep, intense blue of his eyes. His expression too, is intense.

You are in love with her. Not just fucking her….

“Which of course, is something you know about….”

He ignores my tone, his face mild then sits by her. “So, what happened then?”

Is he really interested?

Or is the interest on her behalf?

Should I go with this?

Why not?

It beats sitting in a cell….

“Conners was crazy about her. Never stopped going on about her. Talked about marrying her….” His brows raise. “…. She was a whore…. A high-class prostitute.”

His voice is dry. “But a whore you were in love with too….”

Fuck you….

Blondie leans forward on his folded arms. I lean back with my folded arms. Jenny…. Charlotte…. Glances between us, looking uncertain.

“So, quid pro quo,” she says. “What did you want to ask me?”

What do I want…?

Mitch’s daughter….

…. Conners’ daughter….

I try to sound unaggressive, to keep my voice level. The more I look at her, the more I realise that….

“I told you. I want to know how you make it work. And why? Two men sharing you…?”

Blondie’s head tilts, eyelids lowering. She blinks a bit.

“…. I know all about you up to the point I had you shipped out to that farm, up north. After that, I lost track of you for a while. When Corby first told me you were testifying, I gave him instructions to find out as much as he could about you from the last few years. He tracked the records; told me about you auctioning yourself, living with two men. I thought at first you had just grown up into just another whore. But that’s not it, is it?”

But her face grows stony….

…. You could out-stare a fucking cat….

I try a different tack.

“Why did you auction yourself? You’ve grown up looking just like her….”

Mitch’s daughter….

…. My dancing green-eyed beauty….

“…. You’re beautiful. You could have had men throwing themselves at you; throwing money at you.”