Kiss & Die - Lee Weeks [86]
The blond girl in front of him was wearing a collar around her neck, a tight black PVC bodice around her middle that ended just below her large bare breasts, and a strap with a big buckle that went between her legs.
‘Hello, Johnny.’ She spun around on her revolving podium and picked up a glass to mix him a drink.
‘Hello, Lola. How’s business?’
Lola was a British woman in her early forties but looked younger with the help of a bit of Botox.
‘Ouch – this fucking thing pinches.’ Lola adjusted the strap that went beneath her crotch. She handed Mann his drink. ‘Business is booming, thanks, Johnny.’
Around the podium were four businessmen. Lola leaned forward in a pretend whisper, hoping that the other punters around her station would feel obliged to eavesdrop. ‘I pick up some really good clients in here. I’ve invested in some new equipment.’ She winked at Mann. ‘Medical, ethereal, you insert a wire down the man’s urethra and this machine gives off sound waves – boy does it produce some great results. You should try it. You might even like it.’ Her eyes settled on his face. ‘Actually, forget it; you look like you need bed rest for a month. You’re looking dead beat, Johnny.’ She turned away briefly as one of the men opposite needed a refill. She turned back and adjusted her strap again.
Mann shook his head. ‘I’m all right, Lola. I’m not getting much sleep, that’s all. There’s a lot on at work.’ Mann looked around at the other seven girls, who were wearing various dominatrix outfits. ‘All these girls work as mistresses in their spare time like you?’
‘Some. But none of them compare with me, hon.’
She passed Mann a card. It was a photo of Lola dressed in a PVC cat-suit-type outfit, a mask on her face, a whip in her hand.
‘Thanks.’ He took it from her and studied it. ‘Nice card. I’ll let you know; meanwhile…do you know anyone who might specialize in a double act in a hotel room? Two girls, boy-girl even, bondage, rough stuff?’
‘Plenty, why?’
Mann produced the piece of bondage tape from his pocket. ‘Is this stuff standard issue, Lola?’ He handed it to her.
She took it from him and rubbed it between her fingers. ‘Yes and no. It’s definitely bondage tape but it’s thicker than usual.’
‘Where would I be able to buy this?’
Lola shrugged. ‘Web sites.’
‘What about from you? I heard that you had supplied this place with all the outfits. You must have a good source for anything you need.’
Lola looked taken aback for a second and then she turned to top up the other customers’ drinks. She made small talk. She turned back after a few minutes.
‘I have some, it’s true. I bought up some old stock but it’s just for emergencies. It’s difficult to tear with your teeth. It needs a knife to cut it.’
‘Did you sell any on?’ She shook her head. ‘Where did you buy the stock from?’
‘It was a stall in the Mansions. It was only there for a few weeks. A woman was selling off her stuff.’
‘What kind of woman?’
‘Might have been Indian. I can’t remember. She wasn’t Chinese, anyway.’ She looked at the piece in her hand again. ‘Where did you get this piece from?’
‘It was wrapped around a dead man’s foot. Whoever did it tied him up with this before they tortured him. Have any of your businessmen clients been talking about an experience that wasn’t pleasant?’
It was hard to know what she was thinking. Lola only had one expression left that wasn’t Botoxed out or filled in. ‘You got to remember, Johnny, some men really like it mean. Some of them really want to be hurt. All the other women I know who make a living from being mistresses are as sweet natured as they come, just like me.’
She batted her eyelashes at Mann.
‘Yeah, right,’ he smiled.
‘We do it because it’s an easy way to make money without fucking. But, I will ask around for you.’
‘This wasn’t just hurt; his flesh was stripped. His balls virtually cut off.’
She looked momentarily shocked which was registered on her