Tim's Thursday

(Tim's POV)

I did well yesterday. That bastard humiliated me too often. He deserves to be burned to ****. I hope he was at home when I threw that cocktail through his window. I head out to collect whatever my girls had made. My income was great, easily a thousand euros in a single day.

After returning home, I open my social media. I play the field, playing with the targets I already had on a leash. I feel out which I could pull in closer without repercussions. None of them is there, and the last bitch that was almost primed to make her into another whore was ripped away from me by that bastard. If that man who had separated himself from his family hadn't returned, I might have had her take her first client in two weeks. Her father was encouraging me to do so, but they couldn't stop that bitch from going to a job application. Madelon met him there, and he would protect her. He is the worst. He broke my teeth when I was a kid and still taunts me with it to this day.

My scrolling and texting is interrupted by my doorbell ringing. I get up, make sure I am somewhat presentable to whoever is at my door. I am not expecting anyone. But my bitches do randomly show up from time to time. I open the door, see the police uniform, and all parts of my brain shout, 'close the door,' but I don't. It will only make me look more suspicious, especially after I got arrested for **** the day before yesterday. They released me under the promise that I would comply with them for the duration of the investigation. "Hello, to what do I have the honour? I could have come to the police office."

"We didn't want to bother you too much, sir. Can we come in?" The female officer asked. I could refuse and get arrested, or let them in, or could we just talk outside? Do I have anything immediately incriminating in sight? No.. not that I know. "Sir, can we come in?"

"Yes... Sorry, I was lost in thought." I say letting them in. "Now that we are out of public, can you tell me why you need to talk to me?"

"There has been a fire at the apartment of the person you had an altercation with two days ago. We know you know about where this is since you were arrested for said altercation at that apartment. Secondarily, we have received allegations from a woman about behaviour that would fall under the umbrella of sex trafficking. They agreed to surveillance for a week, and we have seen you leave their place and heard you demand the money she earned from her clients. Do you have any response to all of these allegations?"

They are onto my bitches as well as already onto my arson. Panic is rising in my body. I wobble from side to side. "Can I have a lawyer?"

"Yes, sir. Shall we go to the office then?" A message appears on their tablet. "I have received this signed warrant. I would like to have your keys so we can search your house and take your phone into custody, as well as the passwords for your computer and phone." I grumble and comply since fighting them on it will hurt me more. "Thank you, sir." She says with a smile.

As we arrive at the police office, a man is waiting for me. "Hello, sir, my name is Hendrick Lamberts. I am your assigned lawyer. Officers, can we have a moment by ourselves?" The officers nod and leave us to ourselves in an interrogation room. "So give me the rundown on why I am here."

"I am a prolific loverboy with multiple girls under me, have recently assaulted the brother of my latest target after she dumped me, and in response to that, burned that guy's place."

"What evidence do they have, according to you?"

"They have been called to the **** the day before yesterday. So they have all the possible evidence of that. I have admitted to the fight, saying I was mad that my girlfriend had dumped me."

"Seems reasonable. The loverboy behaviour and the arson?"

"One of my girls has gone to the police, and they surveilled her place when I came to pick up money. They have my phone and my accounts, with which I was contacting the current girls, sending them contacts of clients, telling them how much, and for what we charged the clients. It also contains my history with those people and the new people. Maybe even evidence of me assaulting the girls I currently have." He leaned into his hands. "For the arson, nothing as far as I know."

"I know people saying, 'Trust your lawyer, everything will be alright.' I think even if I do my best, this will be a hard sell to them. Maybe the judge will be lenient if you are honest. But this is a hard sell. If they have as much evidence as you say they do... I might not be able to make good arguments for your release, only for leniency."

"You mean I will go to jail no matter what?" A nod follows. "How can we maximise the leniency?"

"Honesty, sadly. The thing you want to do the least is the thing that can give you the best results." I slam my hands on the table.

A voice from outside asks: "Everything okay in there?" Instead of answering, Hendrick walks up to the door. Tells the officer to stand farther away if he can, but that I am not a threat to him as of yet, and he will call if the officer is needed.

I calm down before he continues. "Yep, I hate it too. Rule one: the cops don't pick you up unless they can nail you with something. Rule two: Don't fuck around more if the cops are already suspicious of you. This is doubly true if it is against the dude you already assaulted. You really messed up, assaulting someone whilst doing other crimes is one thing, but following that up, man. How about I ask for a few cups of coffee and once we have drunk them, ask the officers to come in?" I nod. He steps out, returns with coffee for both of us, black as they should be.

"I will do whatever you say when they come in, but only what you say, okay. I hope that I can stay outside for a bit longer... I really hope."

"That might be possible if you can prove to them you aren't likely to do any violent or dumb things. You might need electronic monitoring, but it is definitely possible."

"Really?"

"Yeah, we just need to make it seem like the **** was a one-off." We finish our coffee, and he invites the officers in. I coöperate with them as a result, all of my crimes of the past three years are now documented, recorded and attached to this investigation. The lawyer was right, I could go into house arrest, ankle monitor and all. Better than jail, I thought.

One of the girls, Roxane, came by. I had asked her to come when I picked up the money, to bleach my hair. She takes a moment to tell me what happened to her during my absence, all whilst bleaching my hair. She was interrogated as well. She had told them nothing except the fact that I had picked up money I owed her.

I called Hendrick. "Hey, one of my girls is here, and she told me she had been interrogated as well. She lied to keep me out of the danger zone. Should I advise her to do anything else?"

Silence, not the kind where you can relax, no, the one where you feel like a predator will bite you, and an attack is about to hit. That is all I receive. "First, you are lucky I picked up and not an intern or anyone else. Otherwise, this conversation would not be considered privileged communication. Second, I don't know how much they have on you yet. Handing them another definite victim is a gamble. I wouldn't take it, but you have no guarantee she won't turn on you later. If you call the police and tell them 'Hey, this girl would like to answer more after I talked to her. She approached me and told me she lied to you.' It might help with the whole being coöperative part." If a voice could shrug, he managed it. He didn't say yes, he didn't say no. He said both options are valid; pick the one you feel happiest with.

"Thanks for the counselling. I will coöperate, I suppose. Talk to you later." He responds in kind and thanks me for keeping him in the loop as much as I can. I call the officer that I have the number of on Roxane's phone. "Hello, officer. Roxane came to my place and would like to answer questions after consulting with me." He is mad at me for meeting with a witness. "Can I do something that she showed up after prior arrangements if you have yet to return my phone?" I reply dry as dirt. That seems to quell the anger as he realises I didn't initiate the encounter. I did not leave home; she came to me. And so would their colleagues. They arrive swiftly, pick her up and return to their office without much of a poha.

A chastity cage arrived in a package. I had prepared it for one of my girls, a transgirl kicked out by her family, easy prey that no one wanted. I managed to get a target audience for her, but she would need to wear something like this for broader apeal and better money. She would turn up soon as well... I didn't want to have that conversation with her. I didn't want to tell all the girls I had to go to prison. I went upstairs and out of sheer morbid curiosity, I put the thing on, a cute small pink design with fake vaginal lips at the tips, after locking it, the keys fell down the stairs. I didn't bother going to pick them up.

I fell asleep watching some random TV show as an afternoon nap. The doorbell rang, and I ignored it. Pretending not to be home, I was upstairs in the bedroom away from the front of the house. This continued for a few minutes, and then it stopped. I fell asleep again. I wanted today to be over to wake up from this nightmare.