What if...? || Markhyuck

-64-

[may 2021]

[minhyung]

We lived in a world where man was one of the elements of trade. From the time of colonies and slave labor, this one differed purely and simply in increasing the exclusivity of the conditions in which decisions were made about someone else's body and the nature of the work itself. In place of manual labor at plantations and in camps, sexual services and organ selling have emerged. Instead of fields and lands of rich people, nowadays banquets and hotel rooms with a high standard meeting the needs of customers reigned supreme.

"I'll take a maximum of five," Javier Fernandez said sourly, as if accepting these girls, for a lot of money, with grace and reluctance. "I recently made a pretty bad purchase and now I'm having only problems. Just waiting for someone to choke them all and quietly clean up after it," he shared dissatisfaction with the entire table, drinking down despair with strong alcohol. "At the previous owner, they only danced and here shock appeared that you also have to please the client," he snorted indignantly, as if blood was boiling at the mere mention of disobedient prostitutes.

"My girls know what they are here for and I had no problems with them," Marco assured everybody and was right, to be honest. There was never any rebellion or complaint in his brothel. I didn't know how Diego trains girls but everything he does seems to work. "Each is prepared to take around 10 to 15 clients a day and then to work continuously for a month to, let's say, two weeks. We currently have a service timeframe from 15 minutes to several days but girls are quick to adjust. They're chosen so that there is no one to cry for them so if one disappears or someone gets too carried away and kills her, then there is no need to worry about the police" Perez ended advertising thread with one breath so as not to stratify the rough idea.

"Sounds sensible," Santino Oliveto admitted. Today he acted as an authority recommending the services of another mafioso rather than a real merchant.

"For now, I'll take five to see what you have and then I can get a maximum of, let's say, twenty girls after the trial period of their friends" Javier clearly didn't give in to the authority of Santino. It was interesting but it could be because of ignorance of the market. Fernandez was a young, new mafia man from another part of the United States. He had only just taken over the business from his father, so he still lacked good business manners and intuition.

"What about you, Carlos?" Marco asked an old acquaintance who hung on to the power in his region and wouldn't let go. He's famous for paranoia and, allegedly, constantly accusing own sons of murder and coup attempts.

"I'm just socializing today," he said calmly and shrugged. "My wife forbade me to take part in what you ask me to do, Marco. To be honest, I get rid of my girls as well. But in a slightly less humane way than you are," he laughed, as if killing hookers was the joke of the year.

"You don't have your opinion anymore?" Perez was shocked that any woman could influence man. Just because he treated Isabelle like garbage and a business tool didn't mean that every man's relationship had to be that way.

"Sorry man but I'm henpecked husband and Trishia has threatened me with divorce. She's a strong woman, so I have to withdraw." man didn't allow himself to be provoked and remained stable in his decision.

"Love is blind, I hope you get your shit together one day," Marco shook head in disbelief, sighing heavily in resignation.

"I'll sign up for training to Mark," Carlos began to laugh, lifting whiskey glass in my direction before drinking.