Young whores

The old bus drove through the small city at the feet of the mountains. Its windows were dark tinted, but the driver had lowered his window, so some of their music could escape to the outside. Jerome was driving around for a good half hour already, while Taylor sat in the back and played a bit on his phone.

"God, this is a sleepy town," Jerome said from the driver seat, as they stopped at a traffic light. "What did we do to end up here."

"The boss says that the location has potential. All the traffic crossing the mountain range is going by the interstate and a lot stop at the rest area. That's the reason the new club is located there."

"Yeah, yeah. I understand that. But why this tactic with the young chicks? The boss could ask one of his associates if he could borrow some girls for a while."

"He did that, but the girls have to be back at the other brothels before too long. And the other bosses want some compensation for the rental too. And as I understand the boss, it isn't about money."

Jerome nodded and crossed the intersection with the truck. He had arrived a couple of days ago but today was the first time the boss send him and Taylor out into the city. They were looking for girls which could work for them. There was a big girls-only high school in the town and they were looking for some hot, barely legal chicks, which they could recruit as whores for their brothel.

"Keep in mind," Taylor said. "The boss won't mind some bland ones." He climbed onto the codriver seat and lowered his window too. "He thinks the look can be adjusted when they are trained."

"Maybe we would've had more success if you would help to look," Jerome said. "God, how hard can it be to pick up some girls. I mean, back in the capital at this point we would've banged at least half a dozen."

"Small city," Taylor responded. "But no worry, yesterday I spotted some hot ones."