Chapter 2: The Next Morning

Carlos was a giddy as he was nervous for the business meeting with Madam D in just an hour or so. Annoyingly though, despite getting enough sleep last night, he felt tired and also a bit sore. Thinking that a shower would resolve both issues, he went about his normal morning routine.

Last personal care item was to trim his beard back a smidge. He expertly trimmed a layer of hair from his manicured beard, reaching up to re-wipe the mirror after it had steamed up again. Even his brothel-connected apartment was pretty dinky. He wiped the mirror off again, he leaned in and inspected the trim lines on his beard. Feeling more confident now with a well trimmed beard, he looked directly into his own eyes, practicing the stare-down power move he often employed. However today was different, because the eyes looking back at him today contained flecks of pink "glitter".

Pink eyes were tell-tale sign of becoming a Sucker. He wasn't even aware he was infected with the Cock Sucker virus... How could this have happened?

Carlos's confidence vanished and a deep chill wracked his body. He knew immediately that if his employees found out, they would immediately detain him and add him to their collection of Suckers. Carlos refused to become another cock-hungry whore happily living in an underground brothel.

Still only wearing a towel, Carlos started packing things into bags. He grabbed his phone and tried to call his brother Juan.

"Pickuppickuppickup" Carlos hissed into his phone. He was grabbing money, passports, IDs to stuff into his suitcase. The phone went to voice mail and Carlos hung up.

Carlos froze at the sound of his door guard giving the door a couple of heavy knocks. "Hey Boss, 20 minutes until the meeting"

Carlos's thoughts were fuzzy, he had to get dressed, look the part, and sneak out. How would he justify the suitcase... His right hand man Jeremy would be showing up any moment to go over any last minute details.

Carlos quickly threw on some clothes that looked meeting-worthy enough, grabbed the suitcase and unlocked his dormitory front door.

"Thank you Adrian," Carlos said, nodding to his door guard, using the nod as an excuse to avoid eye contact with the man. "I need to check in on something before the meeting." Hopefully that didn't sound too suspicious. Why would it? He was the boss.