“Well, hello boys,” comes a throaty voice.
We all look to see a woman leaning against the porch pillar, a long silk dress covers her body, her hair is done in that pin-up style, and her red lips are wrapped around a gold cigarette holder.
She smirks at us, watching as we step forward, Target taking the lead as he is VP.
“Madam Garner, we are from Rugged Security. We are here to install the security cameras set that you purchased through the company.” Target is all professional.
She sweeps her gaze over all three of us, keeping a smile on her face.
“Welcome. Come on in, I will show you where I want the new set up. You can call me Madam G.”
We follow her inside, and I take in the rooms as we pass by, because she did not close for installation today. The sounds of moaning and skin slapping against skin can be heard from each of the rooms as we walk down the hallway. From the outside the place looks like a normal house, where a load of women are simply roommates.
We know that the local police do not shut the place down even though prostitution is illegal in Arizona, because they use the women who work here and Madam Garner pays them off.
“The smell of sex in here is potent.” Savage grins over his shoulder at me.
“We cater to all tastes,” Madam G says with a sly smile on her lips.
Savage rubs his hands together.
“I may need a sample, Madam G.”
“Then you will have a sample,” is all she replies.
We set up in her office while she explains where she wants all the new cameras. One to not piss off her clientele, but she is also having us add hidden cameras in some areas, to protect the guys and girls who work here.
I don’t fucking blame her. Some people with money and power think they are untouchable.
She leaves us alone to get the work done. We split up to get it done quicker, then Target will show her how to use the app that Rogue set up.
I move to one room, where there is a sex swing in the corner and a load of BDSM items all over the room. Moving inside, I drop my bag on the bed, praying the bedding is clean— it looks like it. The whole room looks clean and sanitary.
Using my retractable ladders, I get to work installing a speaker in the ceiling corner of the room, that hides the camera inside. No one will know it is there unless they break the speaker.
I finish up and as I pack my things away, I see movement out of the corner of my eye. Turning, I see a woman leaning against the door. She is around my age, long blonde hair that is curled at the ends, wearing a white baby doll nightgown, with matching stockings and stilettoes.
Do not ask me how the fuck I know that, ask the Ol’ Ladies who own the club lingerie store, Luxury Touch.
“Hey there, handsome.” Her voice is soft and sweet.
“Hey.”
My gaze sweeps over her and yeah, my dick twitches. I am a red-blooded male after all and fucking single. I do not touch the remaining club girls, I would rather go and look for a woman for the night.
I am not sticking my dick where my brothers’ dicks have been.
“I’m Caitlyn.”
“Crash.”
“Ohhh, I like that. Sounds exciting.” She bites her lip while stepping into the room.
I have no idea why she is here. I am working and not about to fuck or get my dick sucked while on a job. If it was to happen, she would have to wait for me to be off the job and hell fucking no if they think I am paying for it.
“Listen, babe, I am working, so not getting my dick wet, and as much as I think you are sexy and all, I am not paying for sex. I can get it free anywhere I want,” I inform her, which only makes her smile widen.
“I can wait. I think you would be worth it.” Biting her forefinger, it gives her a sexy yet innocent look about her, and my cock likes what it sees.