Thread: His "special" gift from the boss (Charliesweb7 & BlackTalon)

So...this is her? The bulky man said, looking over the girl standing in front of him. He was not overly portly but he certainly wasn't lithe at all. He was dressed sharply in a charcoal suit, a mauve colored striped button up below the jacket and a simple black tie. Stylish actually. He wore an expensive watch, highly polished black shoes and the rings on his hands indicated he was from wealth. His black hair was slicked back, showing some signs of gray and his steel gray eyes looked over the girl. His expression was hard, as if waiting for the time to be up. The young woman had her elbow firmly gripped by the older man next to her. The man was taller than her, standing roughly six foot even, his face looking rather weathered. He didn't seem as old the man sitting down but the crows feet seemed to tell a different story. He was much thinner than the other man, sort of muscular as well. He was keeping a firm hand on the girl at all times. Yes, this is her. He spoke, almost having to shove the girl forward. She did not want to go forward and she almost stumbled upon the man on the couch. She is my payment. I mean, she can probably fetch a fair amount if you decide to sell her or something. You know, she is a virgin. She has no diseases. That has to count for something right? He explained, as if he was selling a car with no miles on it. He was starting to sweat lightly, his eyes darting in between the man and the girl. He tugged at the plain t-shirt, about to toy with his jeans almost. Would you stop talking about me like that!? What is stopping me from leaving huh? Going and telling the police? The woman replied, crossing her arms over her chest. She narrowed her eyes at both men, looking between the two of them. You can't legally do this. I mean, people are going to know! People are going to wonder when I suddenly disappear without a trace. She explained, letting out a sigh. Well, considering you have now seen my face...there is only one option if this doesn't go well. And it involves both of you. The man sitting replied. He was very calm about this as refolded his hands onto his knee. I am sure you know what I mean by that. He stated simply, looking to his watch. The young girl looked to her stepfather, then to the man on the couch. There was a long silence before the two of them ever considered speaking. You are joking right? She finally said after a long pause. Miss, do I look like I am joking? He asked, quirking a brow in her direction. That look said he really wasn't joking. Ow! Melanie replied as the lady plucked another hair from her eyebrow. She had been going at this for the past 20 minutes or so. Normally, it was never an issue. She had never had any issues with doing her own eyebrows but this woman seemed to be giving her more pain for some reason. Ugh. There, I am done. You don't have to be so whiny. The woman complained, letting out a sigh as she the looked at her slightly pink skin against the brows. Here. She replied, then slathering a cream onto her eyebrows. Wash that off in 10 minutes. She simply replied before giving a roll of her eyes and heading out of the room. With a sigh, Melanie got up and shook her head. The rest of the day was spent getting a complete makeover for the night ahead. With the final slip of the black suede stilettos, she looked at her reflection. The revealing red dress was too much to her. She looked like a hooker! She tugged at it, hoping not to expose anything. Adjusting the pushup bra, she let out a small groan. Melanie Anne Reid tousled her curled blonde hair, looking at her blue eyes behind the gray smokey eyeshadow and thick lashes. I look....like a hooker. She whispered to herself, shifting the top of the dress as her large breasts were almost spilling out. Her long and lean legs looked even longer in the short hemline and tall heels. Her curves were accentuated in the dress, even if the dress was too revealing. She was soon pick up in a simple town car, Melanie having troubles getting in the car without flashing the whole world. Considering she didn't have on any panties...that would be a problem. Stupid dress. Eventually in the car, she shut her legs and made sure to keep them closed for the long ass car ride. Traffic in this city was horrendous. Melanie liked living here just for college but other than that...she really didn't want to live here. She preferred a small town. Not some place that took you 2 hours to get a few blocks. Her eyes just watched the landscape slowly....dreadfully slow, pass by. Before she knew it, they arrived at another large sky scraper. It was nearing night as the passenger came around quickly and pulled her out of the car. Come on. He mentioned. Melanie followed the man into the building, earning looks from everyone that she walked past. They all knew that she was an escort. Or at least some cheap whore. In the elevator, the man eyed her a bit. Again the rules. You shut up and look pretty. You speak to him when he talks to you. You are there to please him and do whatever he wishes. That is the number one rule. Do anything he asks you to do. He mentioned, straightening his tie in the reflection of the doors. Melanie sighed and looked down at the floor before speaking. Yes Sir... She replied as the elevator lunged to a halt. The ding signaled and the doors shifted open before revealing a lavish room. The view was amazing from the windows of the skyline. This is probably where parties were held. But there was no party. Just a few men inside. Uh-oh....what was going to happen? She followed the man out, after he had to drag her out that is. Melanie swallowed, then looking around. So who was the guy she needed to meet? One of these men?