Chapter 546: Confronting Robert
As a limo pulled out from the special parking garage where only VVIPs could park, Robert was laughing and joking around with the several guys in the back with him. While the couple girls who were there were also laughing, if one looked close enough, they could see the strained lines on their faces and the slight wetness in their eyes as they tried their hardest to keep it together.
"Ha. Another masterpiece in the works Ben?" Robert asked the man with the laptop who was typing away as they picked up speed on the street.
"Of course boss. Although it really would do for you to get a good camera for this at some point. I don’t mean to complain but although phone camera’s have come a long way over the years, a decent digital SLR would make things so much easier with a better picture, less camera blur and less shaking around," Ben said, his head not leaving the screen for a moment.
"Bah. You’re never happy. Still though, I guess you do make a point. Dobson?" Robert yelled over the music.
The glass separating the front and the back of the limo lowered as a man’s head came into view. He wasn’t the driver, but was in charge of security for Robert and therefore had to be with him at all times.
"Yes young sir?" Dobson answered, his grizzled face a clean shaven sculpture marked with a scar that ran from his forehead down to his chin.
"Have some professional recording equipment prepared for the next time we decide to have a session. And make sure it’s portable," Robert ordered while sipping his wine. He then grabbed the head of the girl who was busy bobbing up and down in his lap and thrust deeply, unloading into her throat as he grunted in enjoyment. One he finished pumping though, he didn’t let her head up for even a second, as the other guys looked on with evil grins on their faces.
10 seconds... 20 seconds... 30 seconds....
Robert then let her head come up and everyone laughed and clapped.
"HA. Told you this bitch could be trained. Look at that... not a drop left on me. Now pay up suckers," Robert said, collecting a special one dollar bill from each of the guys gathered. They grumbled a bit but still laughed as well as they paid up. These special bills, with a picture of some sort of gruesome winged horror on it instead of the normal picture of a dead president that would have adorned the bills, were used for buying the services of who ever they wanted. As for what the cult was, they were still new to it and only understood a few of it’s rules.
As for how they got the bills in the first place? It had nothing to do with real money as real money couldn’t have bought them. They also couldn’t force someone to give up their bills either. Instead, they had to be paid out by the cult and could only be won from one another. Any breach of this agreement would cause the breacher to not only lose all of their lust money, but could also involve them being forced to make sacrifices until a certain debt was paid.
After all, the lust cult didn’t just have females up for sale. Each young male in the limo, as part of joining the club, had to have a price on themselves as well, an hourly rate as it were. Once you were bought, the buyer could do what they wanted to the product as long as they didn’t permanently injure or kill them. As for protecting oneself from such a fate? You could always put up money towards your own price to raise what it would cost for someone to buy you. As such, if you made yourself too expensive, no one would purchase you without having to pay heavily for that. Of course once you bought someone, 75% of the rate would be given to the one bought, giving them a substantial amount of lust money in return. There had been more than one case were someone purchased someone else for an hour, only to have themselves being bought back in return after the time was done.
As how they got additional lust money from the cult? By finding more members... whether they wanted to be members or not.
"Ha. Look at that... I almost have enough to buy that bitch Elena. Once I do... I swear to the lust god I will make her pay for what she did to me," Robert said, thinking back to having to crawl along the floors of the temple naked with a collar around his neck and a butt-plug dog tail that he was forced to shake whenever they stopped walking.
It had not only been his greatest shame... but it had also opened up new doors for him as well with what he enjoyed, not that he would tell any of his friends sitting around him.
"Not sure you should mess with her boss... her position seems special," One of his friends advised.
"Yeah boss. Despite her spending the way she does on whatever guy or girl catches her eye, her price keeps increasing and her stash seems endless," said another one.
"Doesn’t matter. Everyone has to play by the rules, remember? Just give me a bit more time and a few more high quality girls and I will give her an hour she will never forget," Robert said with a look of venom in his eyes.
When they arrived at the hotel they were staying at, the limo pulled in, followed by their escort vehicle. Looking out the window briefly, Robert noticed an older looking truck parked by the entrance, but could see that not only was it in good condition, but it seemed like it was slightly customized.
’Heh. No matter how you dress up shit, it’s still shit. Next time I’ll book a better hotel that such cheap people don’t have access to,’ Robert thought to himself, despite knowing how much this place costs anyway and also knowing that some rich bastards just have special hobbies.
Once the escorts were out of their car, Robert and the young men with him got out as well as the women were the last to follow, despite not wanting to.
Gazing at them from the dark, Laz couldn’t even begin to guess at how old they were, but if someone were to tell him that a few of them were seventeen or younger, Laz wouldn’t have been surprised.
All of the young men with Robert were chosen as well, but most of the security was not, just Dobson. Even then, he wasn’t exactly strong in terms of his abilities. But once one combined that with his years of freelance killing and training in the military, there were few who could get the job done like him.
Laz lit up a cigar as they collected themselves, alerting them to his presence. Brittany was quickly on her way from where she was watching the second floor in case they were wrong about his parking arrangement, but Amira was off to the side, hiding between a few high end cars and waiting for Laz’s signal.
As the cigar roared to life, Dobson became aware of his existence, as did the rest of the guards. They stood around the group of young men while Dobson eyes Laz for a moment, making out his threat level.
’Strong. Built. Unarmed. No fluctuations what so ever, either way. No masking tech either. Normal human. But how did I not see him there as we drove up?’ Dobson thought to himself, thinking back to the fact that Laz was currently standing next to a support pillar and around him was basically nothing. No cars, no equipment, no doors or stairs. Nothing. It was like he had just appeared out of nowhere.
"Fucking trash. Smoking that shit where we have to smell it. Fuck off before we get security to drag you out of here and throw you in jail," One of Robert’s friends said, seeing everyone focusing on Laz.
Despite the well lit garage, Laz was wearing a hoodie that blocked his face from view. The only thing they could see was his lower jaw and the cigar in his hands.
"You know I actually hate smoking. It’s not so much that it’s bad for you as it just has a strong smell I could never get used to. It’s strange really, the smell of burning tobacco. I know that some people love the smell... but not me. Still, it’s useful in it’s own way," Laz said, taking another puff.
Dobson was getting a bad feeling.
"Back into the cars, now..." He ordered everyone, a little too late.
"It’s useful because it almost forces you to focus your vision and gaze on me while ignoring some other, more obvious signs happening around you," Laz said, then raised his fingers and snapped them, causing a brief but enormous pressure to suddenly be applied to the vehicles. Before anyone could even get to the doors, the wheels on the vehicles exploded from the air pressure and even the tire rims bent from the force of them being slammed downward.
Strangely enough, none of the people were injured by this except the the limo driver who had still been waiting inside the vehicle for everyone to leave so that he could clean it up.
But even he was still alive, the pressure having only been applied to the cars themselves.
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Robert yelled, bring up his hands as surges of gold light began to spark forth from his fingers.
Laz removed his hood, only to greet them with a metal mask, one of a smiling devil.
"Me? I’m not very important. But her... I’m sure you know her," Laz said with a chuckle as Brittany emerged from the shadows on the other side of the care, having just arrived. Unlike Laz and Amira’s who’s faces were hidden, Brittany’s face was uncovered, as she wanted him to see who it was who was going to kill him.
"HA. THIS BITCH? I told you boss. Should have gotten rid of her back after the meeting. There was no way she was just going to give this up. Still though, I guess now we can have an even more exciting night before she disappears forever, right?" A skinny man said with a lewd look in his eyes.
"Ha. Guess you’re right. New bet, whoever makes this girl pass out from sex first gets five bucks from each of us. How’s that sound?" Robert said with a laugh, causing the others to laugh with him.
"Good. It’s a deal. But I’ll go first. She looks like a fighter and we may have to go more than one round to make her..." The man’s words were cut off, along with his head.
Brittany stood in place with her finger still pointing at the headless skinny man, surprised by how strong her simple attack was. She was just trying to get him to shut up, not kill him.
"Still... this works so much better," she said with a laugh.
