I step into the cool, dark office. Better yet, what served as an office in a rundown portion of what used to be an old motor home type motel. Three levels altogether. One for the filming. One for the crew, and one for the workers. His girls, he called them. Most nights were quiet. Peaceful.
Some nights he would visit each girl. Wellness checks if that. Now and then there was screams of pleasure. Him grunting and groaning.
Honestly, he was kind of attractive. The Boss. An older fella. Eye patch. Gruff demeanor. White mohawk like hair. Goatee, mustache.
"Carmen!! wake the fuck up boss is comin."
I shook my head clear, starting the industrial type washing machines in my section.
"Huh?"
" I said boss man is on his way down here. Inspection day. Remember?"
"Shit, sorry. Had other things on my mind. Don't worry Dina. I got it from here, go do your pickup on top floor."
She nods and walk away, just as HE walks in. He smiles, and leads another man in and they begin to look around. I knew I was staring. I couldn't care less. I've never seen the other guy before. He's tall, broad shouldered. Gruff looking. Shaggy, dark blonde curls. Mutton chop and mustache. Crap. He's staring at me, why the fuck is he staring at me like that?
"And this little number, is Carmen. Carmen is one of my laundry staff."
They came over to where I was folding some of the other girls clothes. Yeah, those girls got paid better. But the shit they do for that pay, just not my thing. Boss chuckled and pulled me closer to them. His thick hand wrapped around my arm.
"Carmen, this is an associate of mine. Digger Harkness. He's interested in buying some of my stock."
I smile and look over at the man.
"Nice to meet you Digger. Boss has some really gorgeous ladies working for him. I'm sure you will love em."
"Nah. Seen em already. Slade, member that bird you stole off me, few years back?"
"Little redhead. Kinda quiet. Well, she was for a little while."
Digger chuckled dryly, lighting a cigarette. He nods.
"I want this one. A replacement for the one you stole."
My jaw nearly hits the floor, his eyes roaming all over me. Me? Why the hell would he want me?
"Carmen? You want to buy Carmen? Why?"
The big guy grinned, showing off a single gold tooth, his hands reach out slowly, stroking my neck
"Cuz mate. You owe me, and I want this one."
He leans in, his lips pressed hard against mine. He nibbles my bottom lip, a free hand entangling in my hair. He grunts, making me shiver. My heart was racing. No one has touched me like this, in years. Gentle, but almost hungry in a sense.
He quickly pulled away, snickering and eyeing Slade.
"Im takin 'er. Carmen, lets go."
I hesitated, looking over at a defeated Slade, waving me off.
"But my stuff-"
"Buy ya new stuff. Let's go. Outside, love."
An hour later, just like that, we were all the way on the other side of Arkham City.
Years ago, someone got the bright idea of making an impossibly tall wall. Locking all of Gotham's vermin up in one inescapable cage. Unfortunately, some innocent people got caught in the same cage. Some hid. Some died. Some even worked for their safety. Like me. Boss had just traded me off in the blink of an eye. Working for Slade Wilson wasn't terrible. He offered opportunity. Sexual and domestic if you were female. Manual labor and loyalty from the men. I had no idea what this Digger, had planned. He was foreign. Australian by the thick accent maybe. Built like a linebacker. Crass. Sort of rude. Yet, there was a spark in that kiss, that made me even more curious.
"Um. Boss always wanted his people to call him boss, so, what should I address you as?"
He glanced over, stroking my chin.
"That comes later."
Before I realized it, we were pulling to the back of an old warehouse, into a tiny garage. He turned the vehicle off, and hopped out. He came around to my side, opening my door to help me out. We went in through a double set of doors into an open room garage. Set up like an apartment to one side. Cars lined up on lifts and tools to the otherside.
"Oi! Be a love and grab two cold ones out the cooler. Come sit with me."
I nervously looked around, seeing a large cooler towards the living area. I grabbed his beer and walked over to the couch. He was removing the thick jackets he wore. Showing off a stained tank top. Holy shit were his arms big. Covered in mechanics grease. Sweat. He looked up at me and tossed the jackets across the room. He took the beers, opened them, and handed me one. He sipped his quietly while I sat down next to him.
He was sizing me up. Sipping his beer
"Don't let it get warm, darlin."
He winked playfully and chuckled. I sipped and watched him. Also doing some sizing up of my own. Slade, Slade was attractive. Something about this, Digger, pretty much trumped it. I blushed, chugging mine before he said anything else. He grinned, and leaned in. holding my cheek, kissing the nape of my neck.
"Fuckin hell, been looking for one like you. Sweet on the outside, even sweeter on this inside. Bet ya have just the right amount of sass in ya too. Tell me. You and the old man...ever....you know..."
I gasped shakily, trying my best to answer.
"No sir, n-never. Ain't had a guy since the...the wall went up."
A deep, throaty chuckle vibrated my skin as he kissed my neck harder.
"Sir, I like that. Nice. Call me that then...I wanna hear that sweet mouth say it."
"Y-yes sir"
I'd like to say that I spoked calmly. Quietly. No, that was a definite moan in behind that just now.
"Come shower with me. I need to get washed up.."
He slowly edged the rim of his beer bottle into my mouth, sliding it slowly back and forth along my tongue. I shuddered hard, looking him in the eyes as I held my mouth open. He grunted quietly, and kept going.
"Yes sir. Please."
"Oh fuck are you going to be fun. Such a sweet darlin. Such a good girl."
I wake the next morning... the sounds of machines running, tools being used. Drills, air hoses. All the things you expect to hear in a pro garage. I was barely clothed, buried beneath heavy blankets. I groan and peek out, seeing Digger and a few others, hard at work. I sat up, remembering the night before. We left Slade's. Came here... showered...and he had teased me for hours. Kissing me...gently touching me. Edging me, till I finally caved and released all the tension. Yet, he hadn't even tried to go all the way. This man had made me come undone, and all he had done was kiss and touch. I caught him looking over, and blushed. So much, that my face burned. He grinned and stopped his work, walking over to me. He was wiping the sweat from his face, pulling his tarnished tanktop over his head. He throws it behind him and growls quietly, crawling onto the bed, pinning me down. He smelled of sweat and oil. He grunts as he kisses down the front of my body.
"Spread ya legs."
"But-"
He grunts loudly, slamming his clothed hips against my thigh. He stares down at me, growling louder.
"Now."
I cry out in shock as he does it again, harder this time. holding my wrists above my head.
"Such a good girl last night. So defiant this morning. You don't wanna wake the beast right now little bird. Do as you are told."
I groan softly. my eyes locking with his as he trails his way down between my legs. Kissing between my thighs, licking and sucking and my most sensitive bits. Moving the thin panties aside and absolutely destroying me with his tongue.
He finishes, licks his lips, and goes back to work, looking over now and then. I don't move. Can't. A puddle in the middle of the soiled sheets. What the hell just happened?
I lay there for hours, watching him and a handful of others come and go. Working on vehicles for themselves, other Leaders of the city. It was actually mostly honest work. Not that Slade's "gentlemen's club" wasn't legit. Just expect someone like captain boomerang to steal the cars, not repair them for profit.
Around what had to be dinner time, he sent the others home. Closed the business side of the place and came over, sitting on the bed.
"You good like that. All in a state, hair matted up, blushing like a school lass."
He grins and leans in, running his nose along my jaw line.
"I could just, devour ya right now. But, you and I are gonna go out tonight. For a proper dinner. There's clothes in the bath. Go get dressed, love."
I dress, we drive. A short drive to the inner part of what was now a, somewhat, normal restraunt district. Mostly Chinese shops, few vegetable vendors. A small, indian style, spot. Dim lights, bars on the windows and glass door. From the outside it looked like an average rathole place. Not uncommon for the area.
The inside, however, was one of the nicest places I'd seen. Even before the damned wall. Like it had just opened it's doors. Digger led me towards the back as an older guy came up..handing us menus. I smiled and Digger pulls me into the booth along side him. He sighs quietly and kisses the very tip of my ear.
"Gonna love this place, Car. Best spot in town in my opinion."
