Alexa: Watched Over (closed for Wolfias)

[RennyStyle]

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The brothel was a former speakeasy, tucked into a corner of the crime-ridden city. The place wasn't marked, it didn't need to be. Any criminal worth his salt and with enough cash in his or her pocket seemed to know about this place.

Alexa stepped through the glittering red streamers acting as curtains concealing her private bedroom and onto the lit neon floor. She was in a small glass booth, sandwiched between others in a row in the basement, an item on display to a collection of men on the other side of the glass milling about. Thumping, rhythmic techno music oozed through the aging sound system and she began to dance.


She was dressed in red lace lingerie, but covered that with a see-through plastic raincoat that caught and distorted the neon lights, creating strange and attractive shapes as she moved her body. The booths were a few steps above the clients, making her look taller and more desirable.

If one of these men took a liking to her, they would pay a cashier and a light would go on in front of Alexa. She would retire to her room and be greeted with a client and be expected to meet his demands.

But like the low lives frequenting the establishment, Alexa had a secret of her own. One she kept close to her heart, and never spoke of out loud. Her greatest source of strength, but her greatest weakness. Her son. Every night, every hour, every moment, she hoped that he was safe.

 

[Wolfias]

David's first shift a bouncer would start, soon as he steps into a room of women in glass boxes. "Looks like a meat market with human being in display cases, mutters into the dirty cracked mirror adjusts a narrow black tie. The background a crimson dress shirt and over it all a black leather jacket, clearly a knock off as it's shiny the getup screamed cheap thug empty locker room.

Taking out a worn throwaway 9 mm from inside then closes the flimsy metal door of his locker. Tucking it behind his back in his waistband the jacket covers it, a quick check of the time steps into the right on time.

Walking the line of women adjusting the cuff of his sleeves, and there she was "Alexa" as he was told she would be. What Mr. X forgot to tell David was that Alexa is a stunner of a woman and nothing fake about her. She should be raking in the cash, but in this place the take was 60-40 if that.

Gathering his wits after the shock of Alexa's looks, he had a job to do and it's protect the woman. Now no more having your jaw drop and almost drooling on your tie, if she noticed you looking like the other dumb thugs didn't hurt. Good luck gaining her trust without the information Mr. X gave you he tells himself.

 

[RennyStyle]

Alexa continued dancing in her glass stall, the men on the other side blurring into a faceless mob. Even if one of them picked her out, she wouldn't remember their faces, unless they were particularly cruel.

But she noticed the one man between her and them. He must be one of the ew security guards that the club had been forced to hire. She couldn't get a good look at his face, but the way he carried himself told Alexa that she should do her best to avoid him.

Lost in thought, she failed to noticed the clicking sound and the red light overhead flicking off and on. A client. She sighed and turned away from the crowd and the glass. Time to get to work.

 

[Wolfias]

David was trained to be observant and knew when he's being watched, the flashing light can be seen out of the corner of his eye. Slowing my walk I got a nice view of Alexa's sexy ass. It's through a clear plastic over coat, with a sway of her hips in a womanly strut she's walking to the curtain. As as she pulls the curtain aside before stepping inside, It seems as if she glanced over her shoulder at me. Thinking of what the Boss thug said "The first walk through is to show you what's between you and the ladies. The glass! Get it?"

The greasy Italian laughs at his stupid joke and his equally bad breath straight in my face. I play dumb and laugh like it's funny finally getting the jokes on me. "Yeah Boss, on the out side looking in." He pokes me hard in the chest with a stubby scarred finger. "Ya better get it! Or it's ya ass chainsawed into dog meat and fed to the guard dogs?!" The spittle flew from his mouth as the Boss raised his voice. Nodding quickly, like I was scared without saying a word.

That was easy enough but you never let your guard down with guys like "The Boss types." They could be playing dumb just as I was, sometimes you never did figure them out at all. "Smart guy, ya already know when ta shut ya yap. Keep it that way less likely to wake up dead." I was glad to get away from the man, because he hadn't learned to shut his yap.

Opening the door that lead into a short hallway, it makes a left turn going all the way along girls rooms listen at the doors of the ladies rooms. Bouncers can listen for the safe word to ensure their safety, if necessary we're to use a pass key and pull a client off if we have to. Bodily picking them up with the help of others when and if they resist, we are to literally throw them out the door on their ass.

 

[RennyStyle]

Alexa stepped through the curtain and into the small bedroom she called home for far too long. On the bed sat her client for the moment, a tired looking man with saggy jowls and heavy set eyes. His suit jacket was lying next to him, and she could see by the mirror hanging over the bed that his shirt wasn't tucked in properly in the back.

She forced herself to smile, knowing the cameras were watching. She was always being watched. Alexa posed, letting him admire her body and figure out what he was planning on doing with her. He took a final swig of his drink and placed it on the bedside table, then stood up. He was probably twice the size of the petite woman and moved like a drugged bull, but Alexa could immediately sense the strength that the body was actually capable of.

His arm slipped around her waist and he dragged her to the bed. He lay down and she almost fell on top of him. She pulled herself up and seductively removed her clear plastic trench coat, but it must have been too slow for him. He grabbed hold of the plastic and shoved it down, then let his hands creep up and cup her breasts. She hated the sensation, but didn't let it show. He played with her breasts in the push-up for a few minutes before eventually deciding to rip the red bra off as well.

As he groped and massaged her tits, Alexa reached down and began undoing his belt and fly, preparing to ride him. So far this encounter was par for the course.

What she didn't expect was that in five minutes, she would be calling out her safe word.