Jenkins

-cowritten with SammyColt-

When she reached the top of the stairs there was another door, guarded by another beefy man, covered in shiny rings. He gave her a thorough once-over before nodding appreciatively and stepping aside, opening the door to let her through. Max gave him a ditzy stripper smile as she strutted past him and into the VIP.

She almost let out a gasp when she entered the room and a wave of luxury hit her straight in the face. The light was dimmed, pulsing with the beat of a thumbing techno sound. The air smelled of cigars, champagne and the scent of sex. Max’ eyes went wide as she looked around. The room was a lot smaller than the main club; all in all Max counted twelve booths. Every single one of them was occupied by men that just reeked of money, men in expensive suits and big fat wallets. She was shocked at the acts of depravity that went on in those booths, one more lewd than the next.

Two Japanese businessmen slurped champagne of the bare chest of a tall red-headed woman, who in return rubbed both their crotches through their pants.

She saw a beautiful black girl with big, juicy tits bent over a table while some Russian mobster she faintly recognized from one of Logan’s files drilled into her from behind like there was no tomorrow. The girl’s screams of ecstasy were drowned out by the music, Max couldn’t tell if they were real or faked.

A high ranking police officer sat there, still half in uniform, his pants around his ankles while two Asian girls, half his age at most, kneeled between his thighs, sloppily sucking the man’s balls.

In another booth a curvy brunette woman was fucked by five men at once, taking one in her mouth, one in her pussy, one up her ass while simultaneously jerking two men off. More men were standing around them, waiting their turn.

Max stood still for a second, processing the debauchery that crushed down on her. She hadn’t really thought about what would expect her in here before, but it surely exceeded her wildest dreams. Shaking her head she remembered why she was here, beginning to look for Jenkins.

After all the depravity around her had taken her attention at first, she only now managed to take in the room. It was completely made out of glass, chrome, leather and black, polished metal. The floor was tiled with glass, underneath which red, violet and blue lights flashed, giving the room a shady feel. One wall was taken up by a futuristic metal and chrome bar behind which a heavily pierced and completely naked woman stood, focused on making cocktails for the customers.

The twelve booths were furnished with small, yet considering what was going on on top of them obviously very stable tables and circular leather couches. There were girls in every booth, all of them beautiful and exotic in their own way, all of them with leashes attached to their collars and a few women in skimpy lingerie walking between the booths, either serving drinks or offering other “services”. From what she could gather there were only two doors leading in and out of the room, the one she had just entered through and the one the customers used, both next to each other. What she also noticed was the high number of steelhead guards standing all across the room. She counted seven beefy, muscular thugs, all with shiny implants covering their faces.

Then Max spotted Jenkins. She immediately recognized the haggard face and the intelligent eyes from the Intel Jonas had given her. He sat in a corner booth across the room, his scrawny figure spread out over the leather couch, completely focused on the tiny blonde girl that lolled on top of the small table in front of him, playing with herself, completely naked.

Max also immediately noticed the guy who sat next to Jenkins in the booth. A hulk of a man, the guy was bigger than any of the other steelhead bouncers she had met so far. Dressed in a sleeveless shirt Max could see that every inch of his beefy forearms was covered with a complicated net of tattoos. A row of metal rings was running up the bridge of his nose up to his bald scalp. With the size of this guy it was obvious that he was Jenkins’ body guard, although right now he seemed to be completely unaware of where he was as his eyes were glued to the girl’s slit.