Club Mikado Part 1

Such a place was called Club Mikado, closed last year- but one of the most amazing fronts for prostitution C. had ever seen. The bar was an old 1930's business building, with solid wood trim carved delicately with cherubs faces on the facade of the doorways and stairs. The floor was made of a black and white mozaic tile, painstakingly placed into the floor- the lamps shown dimly on them as he and Joy walked into the bar.

Inside the alcove sat a man behind a table- A big man with broad shoulders. His hair was cut in a flat top, military style. He was wearing a coat, which was odd with the warm temperatures of the month. He looked up at C. and Joy- his eyes met Joys for a moment- then over to C's.

"Yes?"

"How much for two"? Said C. He was uncomfortable with this man, he knew that he was Russian Mafia. Through opening in the coat he saw a large pistol.

"You, 30" He looked at Joy. "Her, free".

Joy was wearing a thin silk, black dress with her hard nipples very visible. Her black hair, tied back, thick rimmed glasses framing her eyes. C. produced the 30 euros while Joy stood there looking as smoldering as ever.

"Stand over there" the Russian said. C. went first. He turned his back against a wall of the alcove. The guard roughly frisked him, then asked him to set aside.

It was Joy's turn- He had her put her hands against the wood paneling. He started on her legs, slowly moving up each one, stopping for a second where her legs and her ass met. C. saw him gently squeeze her ass- copping a feel, reaching up towards her pussy. Joy in response, lifted her head up a little and cleared her throat. He then moved up her back, slower now- feeling her spine- reaching around her waist- towards her stomach, then up towards her breasts. She put her head down and shook her head-C. couldn't see her face- but he guessed she was smiling. C. was feeling a little flush with irritation. He wasn't possesive of Joy, but he also didn't like seeing her abused in this way.

The Russian let her go- Both C. and Joy were at the base of the ornately carved stairwell passed the man's station. Joy looked at the man, smiled broadly and said softly,"Pig".

The Russian, looked at her closely, his eyes narrowed. C. was now nervous. It was 2am- and help was very far, if not impossibly far away. Joy just smiled at the Russian- As if she had said good morning to the man for the first time.
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The Russian laughed. He said, "Go- find yourself some pussy, bitch!". He went back to his table and sat down. From underneath the table, he pulled out a bottle of clear liquid, which could have only been vodka and took a long slug from it.

C. and Joy climbed the stairs- Techno music was playing loudly. The smell of cigarette smoke wafted down. They passed a couple, a very young woman- in her early 20's and a overweight business man in his 50's dressed in a suit. The woman was holding onto the man's arm, rubbing the fabric of the man's suit as they walked down. The woman looked at Joy, long and hard- She wasn't sure what to make out of the beautiful woman in her mid 30's walking into the club Mikado.


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