The Old Haunts

"Password" came the gruff voice in an Iranian accent from behind a sliding small window-thing.

"Fuck your mother," you replied.

It slammed shut, and exactly 36 seconds later, the solid steel door loudly unlatched. You pushed it forward and was greeted with the sight of the burly Iranian pointing a rifle at your face. "Go easy with that thing," you say, sidestepping the new guy. "Is Nasir here?"

Nasir heard you and made his grand entrance. "Buddy Boy," he said, using a nickname you never appreciated. "Good to see you!" Some Farsi was exchanged between Nasir and this Goro wannabe, qnd the rifle was put away.

The interior was a nightclub, but a nightclub for two or three individuals. Everything was blue and strobing red as your eyes adjusted even with the sunglasses on. Cocaine lay freely on every table, being used by a fat gentleman and his bruised, naked whore.

A similarly naked woman was gyrating on a stripper pole. Southeast Asian in appearance, she was wafer thin and looked dead inside. The life of a sex slave. Speaking of which...

"You have some merchandise for me?" asked Nasir.

"No, I'm not in that line of business anymore."

"Oh right! You a private cop now? Moby Dick?"

"Private Dick, I mean, private eye. I'm investigating the rapist who keeps knocking down shops and taking out actresses."

"Listen, Buddy Boy, I know we go way back, but I'm no rat. You want sell women again, I buy women. For cash, not information."

Two of the women that Nasir deals with appeared by his side. Mexicans, no doubt, a common commodity in southern California. A third snaked her way under the table where you sat and fished yout penis out of its hiding spot, beginning a blowjob of her own accord.

"You like?" He smiles behind his salt-and-pepper Persian beard. "For a rape hobbyist, you always did favor it when the women took charge."

Consensual, or semi-consensual sex with Nasir's slaves was something that was hard to come by in the real world, where women expected you to rape them or at least barely, if ever, initiated the sex act uncoerced. And Nasir never charged a penny, not after you paid for college by collecting coeds that he could ship overseas.

You enjoyed the fellatio as you worded your next remark carefully. "I'm not looking for you to rat anyone out. But I just need a pointer in the right direction. This guy, he seems to be a fan. Which means he might lead back to you. If he gets caught by the Feds, you might have to relocate again."

This agitated Nasir. "Tom-Tom?"

"No, not Kincaide. It's probably someone who hasn't murdered before, given their overuse of it now."

That Iranian smile appeared again. "Well then, we've had a lot of purchases lately from one old friend of ours. Or rather, two."

You frowned. "The twins." Then you came into the sex slave's mouth.