"Not in my contract, boss." Shrewd eyes flickered up and down Dina's body. "Tell you what. When you take a dick? I'll take a dick." Victoria did sometimes put out, when she was feeling bored or when she simply needed some meat and the client looked like he could perform, but she wasn't having it tonight. There was a limit to her loyalty to Kurvy's Spa. Victoria Lynne was not Family, and she didn't approve of staying open on Christmas Eve.
Dina sighed. "Before the night is over, I just might have to," she muttered. It wouldn't be the first time, even though as the co-owner of Kurvy's she should be far, far above anything as sordid as taking money for sex. But this night, and the next six, were always packed at whorehouses for some reason, so that meant sometimes even the administrative staff needed to pitch in and, well, get packed as well.
It helped tonight that they were the only game in town. The other big brothels, Julia's Massage Therapy and Southside Wellness, were both closed for the holidays, and Julia's wouldn't even reopen until January, so Kurvy's Spa was providing rental poon for every available penis in the city tonight. Dina scowled. "I mean, too bad, so sad. If Lacey's feet hurt, she needs to just suck it up and suck it down." It was a common expression Dina's father Mikey Kystrov had been using for years, ever since he'd established the place on very unforgiving terms for the whores.
Back then, he'd had old-fashioned views on women in general and prostitutes in particular. Those views had tended to involve beatings and occasional murders.
And
still,
he'd had to turn the applicants away. But these days? Every employer was finding it hard to get decent workers, and the sex industry was no different. And even when they were good enough to pass the audition with Andrei and get hired, they often couldn't handle the workload. Or they just flaked and stopped showing up.
You had to coddle your employees these days, and neither Dina nor her brother Andrei Deuce had been raised to coddle anybody. They were twins, grandchildren of Old Papa's second son Big Andrei, who'd taken over the smuggling operation now that his brother Junior-Junior was semi-retired and his grandson Niko was a dumbass. So now, Mikey had decreed, was the time for their branch of the Family to step the fuck up.
Which meant extended Christmas hours to accommodate the metro area's extended Christmas cocks. And this year, Andrei had hatched the ludicrously brilliant idea of a holiday tie-in, dressing the girls in elf costumes made from the cheapest Secret Whispers meshwear and some Christmas ribbon. "Come in and let our Elves light your Christmas tree and handle your Yule log!" the ads had urged on the website. "We've got first-class girls with stockings just waiting to be stuffed!"
Except that one of those first-class girls was now complaining about hurt feet. Fuck.
"What's our occupancy right now?"
The manager shrugged. "I dunno. Ask your brother; he's the stats guy. I'm busy making sure there's enough lube and condoms to go around."
"Fuck," Dina sighed, but Victoria was right: the numbers were Andrei's business. All the numbers. Like, the number of dollars owed by each client. And the number of days those clients had before they'd get their teeth knocked out or half their finger cut off. And then the number of weeks before their debt would become a mortal one, their bodies left in one of the Family's many hiding places. She maneuvered, smiling with fake cheer, around clients waiting in the wide upstairs hall, staring while perky Bethany danced for them. Pretty soon, Dina reflected dully, Bethany would be experienced enough to stop dancing and start fucking, and Dina's well-honed instincts told her that might just happen tonight. Or definitely before the New Year.
The chick was a knockout, twenty-one and fresh-faced, new to the life. The trick was to get people like her not just to put out for a few months, but to do it for a few years. Andrei disagreed, but then turnover didn't bother Andrei. New girls cost less, and he didn't care if they ditched after a few weeks.
Dina did. Dina cared. Dina didn't just want to make money; she wanted to be the best goddamn brothel in the whole state. And that didn't happen by letting prime talent go sling their pussy elsewhere.
She didn't knock as she came into her brother's office. She'd caught him doing everything in there, from lines of coke to a whore's chapped asshole, and nothing would really faze her anymore. "Hey."
"'Sup?" He sat lounging in his office chair with his feet up and his hand on his cock. He didn't move it when he saw his sister, but at least he stopped massaging it. Before him stretched nine large monitors bolted to the wall, each one linked to the cameras in the girls' rooms. "Full house tonight."
"I can see that." Every single monitor showed a woman with a dick inside her, in one hole or another. Sometimes Dina stared at these monitors and her eyes glazed over, dazzled by the constant motion of the girls and their temporary best friends. Every one of them moved differently, and when all of them were on at the same tempo, the effect was disorienting. "I think we're close to 200%. We might need to mobilize the receptionists and the dancers."
"We could," he shrugged, "but we're out of rooms." Kurvy's had nine suites.
"My office has a couch. So does yours. Then there's the spa room." She shrugged. "Just saying. The backlog's a bit much and the girls aren't speeding up."
He frowned. "Any of the clients leave yet?"
"No," she allowed, "but I got some nasty glances as I went by. They could tell I was management." She watched Camera Four, where Natalia lustily banged two guys, London Bridge style. She glanced at Six, where she was gratified to see the whiny Lacey, bouncing exuberantly on some Asian guy's dick. "I was thinking of telling Bethany she could fluff. Just to keep them from leaving."
Andrei's eyebrows rose. "That's an idea. She gives great head." He'd signed off on hiring her just a couple weeks ago, after he'd put her through her paces. "I mean, we talked about this the other day. I think she's ready already." His eyes took on a faraway look, as they often did when he discussed personnel matters. She often wondered how odd it must be for him to work in a building where he'd banged every single employee. "Yeah. Definitely ready."
"Goddamn, you're disgusting." She didn't mind it, though. Prostitution was the main moneymaker in their branch of the Family, and it's hard to be a good pimp if you're not also a little bit of a perv. "Okay. I'll go turn her loose in the waiting room."
"Might want to tell Nelson." Nelson, a distant and quite illegitimate cousin, handled various Family concerns of a darker nature, but in his free time he did security at Kurvy's in exchange for Natalia's services with a whip and some handcuffs. "Once she starts, they're going to be all over her."
"Hmm. Hadn't thought of that." Dina whirled back toward the hallway, making a mental note to have Adrienne on standby. She was on Reception tonight, but if the waiting room got too rowdy she could do oral, in a pinch. Kurvy's was all about teamwork.
Bethany was on the pole when she caught Dina out of the corner of her eye, talking urgently to Victoria. Victoria had just made the rounds in the waiting room, distributing Christmas cookies to the men waiting. "I'm sure they're fucking as fast as they can," she heard Victoria say, but then Dina snarled something and the manager went pale. By the time Dina reached Bethany, she was upside-down and topless, clinging to the pole with her toned thighs.
"Hey." Dina squatted down so she could talk in Bethany's ear. "How's it going?"
"Great, boss!" It was, too. She'd been dancing in the various harborside clubs since she'd turned eighteen, and this place felt a lot safer. Better yet, she'd only had to fuck one guy to get the gig. "What's up?"
"We're backlogged." Dina sniffed, the cocaine tonight doing a number on her sinuses. "The whores aren't turning their tricks fast enough. I'm going to go crack the whip, but I'm afraid these guys here will get restless if they have to wait too long. Your job is to keep them from getting bored and leaving."
"I thought that's what I was doing?" She'd need to get off soon. The blood was rushing to her head.
"Yeah, but I mean... more." Dina winked. "Feel free to get to know them a little better. It'll be good practice for when we get you on your back."
"Wait." She swung gracefully down off the pole, feeling the stares of the six men waiting. "You want me to fuck all these guys?"
