"LET'S GET THIS SHIT DONE!"
My heart races like a wild horse as I say this to my fellow officers. We are taking off for the biggest mission of my life tonight. I'm disguised as a drug dealer and I'm here to get some whores for me and my entire team.
I have worked day and night for this project and I'm confident it will go according to our plan and if things go southwards we're all dead but there's nothing in the world that a corrupt agent for the Federal Bureau of Investigation can't do. I'll be promoted to my dream country if I get this job done so making it triumphant is my only drive right now. I've spent hours planning this mission and the only thing I demand is to work. There's nothing that can fuck this up.
As I enter the biggest club I've ever seen my entire life, my gaze lands on the three people who are fucking like dogs in heat but what can I say the girl who is switched between the huge men seems to like it. Next to them, there's a woman on her knees sucking a man like that's the only thing she is left to do, and there there's a man who fucking a woman from back and-
Fuck. Enough of this shit, I'm here to get my promotion and solve this case more thoroughly not to enjoy some random live porn. My men are here and they have full trust in me that I'm gonna get this thing done. My men trust me with their lives and why they shouldn't! I've solved every case with full judgment and confidence. Some say I'm rude, some say I'm proud and some also say I'm an asshole who is always in a bad mood and has only one word as an answer but I say they are fans because they can't do their things like I do.
I sit with my hands crossed on my chest with my two men on either side of me. And the bastard enters who I have to catch red-handed smuggling women from one country to another. He stands in front of me and expects me to stand as well to show some regard so I do, I cross my legs and wait for him to lower his expectations and sit like a good boy.
"So I hope you are enjoying my country, Mr. Ken," Angelo says.
"I'm here to talk about the deal Angelo, Bring me the girls," I say coldly. I don't know why but it's taking every being not to give this man the most painful death for smuggling little girls all around the world. His boss runs the biggest illegal business in the world and we have no fucking proof of anything. The master behind them is fucking philosophical and astute. I have to give that because he has been running this illegal business for thirty years now and no one has caught him or her but there was no officer like me before. He should start counting his days now because I'm on a hunt.
The only thing I have managed to crack about their illegal network is that there is most likely to be a woman behind those bars. The mastermind is a woman. She brings young women and impregnates them. If the child is a girl they sell them to the highest bidder and if the child is a boy they make them work under them, and they have only work to smuggle the girls.
I've also figured out that there's a doctor behind this because the body that we found last month was a girl of twelve or thirteen years but her body parts were grown like a woman. There's a doctor who is destroying and brainwashing the bodies of young girls to make them look like adults. Their whole network is fucking substantial but not anymore. I will eat them alive and I'm not going to rest until the girls come back to their home.
"My boss has sent his apologies, we don't have any girl tonight. You informed us on a very short-term notice,"
Fuck. Here goes my chance. I worked so hard for this deal and this bastard doesn't have anything. The whole plan is going down the drain, I can see that. While my heart is relieved that they didn't find any young girl tonight that doesn't mean they never will.
"But to keep that deal alive, we have many interested women for you tonight, and that's for free. You can have any of our women for tonight or the rest of your life and I promise you next month we will have girls for your liking," he went on.
THANK. FUCKING. GOD. this deal is still alive but I can't show them so I keep my resting bitch face and say with a thick accent, "I only do little girls, bastard, get me them, or this deal is off," I bark at him and I can see he wants to punch me in the face.
"I know man that's why we are giving you a free offer just see the damn women,"
Okay. So tonight I have to jerk off with some interested whore which I have a problem with. I get to fuck tonight and then blow off their cover next month. But I can't fucking wait for that long time. Many girls will smuggled in that time but what option do I have?
"Bring them!" I barked again.
"There will be bidding on every woman, but not for you. You can choose anyone you like,"
Then the bidding started, there were many bastards present there who threw their money to bring women to their homes. I think nearly thirty women are sold now. The dogs didn't care about anything, they only cared about tits, ass, and a pussy. That's what mattered to them.
All of them were willing participants so I didn't feel anything for them they chose this but then,
The sound of chains started, and the next victim was brought forward,
“whore #5542 is a 5’2”, 115-pound, brown hair, brown-eyed, model! It is not very well-trained or programmed to fulfill your every desire but she is untouched, so you can bend her and mold her according to your liking,"
I made eye contact with the girl, her brown eyes disseminating absolute torment. I can immediately see she was not a willing participant. Her clothes were dirty and torn. Her eyes were swollen from crying. There were signs of injury all over her body. She looked like a scared sheep who was about to be slaughtered. It was a fear I knew all too well. She had a tag that said, 'ONLY FOR ONE NIGHT,'
Her brown eyes were pleading for me to help her, the tears rolling continuously as she tried to keep her breathing even. It wouldn’t be enough to bust the operation and free the victims, not to me…and not for this girl. Knowing I would likely ruin the operation by revealing myself so early. I can't fuck this up by agreeing to the girl and then waiting for next month. That girl was in danger and my first instinct was to protect her.
I think I looked at her for too long because there was a slap on my shoulder from my partner Killian who knew what I was thinking. He slightly shook his head and told me 'no' without words. I could hear him screaming, 'We can't fuck this up, Drystan,'
So I did the first thing that came to my mind. As the crowd was murmuring about how much the girl would be worth, I raised my hand.
“$53 million!”
