I scan the group. Most are pussy's just in it because it's the only way to make a living. Some are moderate badasses. They can kick the average dude's ass but aren't really violent. They do it for the money and the glamor. Then there are about ten who are hard asses like me that kickass because we like it. The more violent, the more rewarding the victory, and I top that list at the moment. Thus, the nickname: Barbados, the Brutal Barbarian. It's corny as fuck, but it serves the message to not fuck with me. Then there are the Wicked Ones. The ones that work directly under The King. They are evil and the ones I'm most concerned about.
After each raid, we meet here for an after-action debriefing. At least one of the Wicked Ones presides and reports back to The King. My mission objective was to discover who The King is and gather as much intel as I can on him. My goal was to become a Wicked One, enter his inner circle, and take him out myself.
But now that Marie's in the picture, I have to shift gears. I have to gather as much intel as I can quickly, then escape with Marie and leave the takedown of The King to the agency.
Finally, the door opens behind the upper-tier booths, and the Board walks out. The accountant, the doctor, the banker, and one Wicked One. They take their seats and look out over the crowd.
As soon as the Wicked One spots Marie, he stands and points at her. The crowd between us parts as I lead her to the center of the room. I glance at the door, hoping Roberto and my crew show up soon. I might need backup. Not that they are a guarantee, but I've tried to instill loyalty in them. That if we have each other's backs, we are stronger together.
When I stop, I stand stoic.
He asks, "Is she a gift for The King?"
"No."
"An offering to the Board then? Did you fuck up tonight?"
A few men laugh.
"No."
"Then why the fuck is she in here?"
"I'm going to keep her for myself as a spoil of war."
He laughs, "You are, are you?"
"To the victor belongs the spoils," I answer.
He grins. "Alright, you can keep her if you are the victor." Then he announces as he snaps his fingers, "But that applies to everyone. The winner gets this girl."
I pull my knife and crouch, reaching behind me for Marie. She puts her back to me, and I circle around her, explaining my position to the pirates. "Don't misunderstand. She is already a spoil of war. I am already the victor. She already belongs to me. If you think you're man enough to take her for yourself, then come and get her, motherfuckers. But I will kill those who try."
The Wicked One cackles, "This ought to be good."
8
Marie
The blood drains from my face, and the spit in my mouth dries up. I look around the room at the men leering at me like I'm a piece of meat. Then I realize I am just a piece of meat to them.
Alejandro circles me with his knife drawn, prepared to kill and willing to die for me. I crouch down, matching his circling. I never thought I would have to use the grappling training that Cash made me learn, but I'm thankful I know it now. I will fight and kill to live, and I'm prepared to die trying. I strip the toga off, unhook my bikini top, setting my tits free, willing to use my secret weapon.
Cash said, "Little sister, never underestimate the paralyzing power that a pair of naked tits has over a man. Use whatever you have at your disposal to win."
Just then, Roberto, along with the rest of Alejandro's pirate crew, enters the bar. Each of them has two girls in tow. They are blindfolded, gagged, and their hands are bound behind their backs.
Roberto says, "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! What the fuck is going on here?"
He parts the crowd and enters the circle of cleared floor space, followed by the rest of the crew, and they spread out, encircling us, becoming a human barrier. Alejandro stands, relaxed, and looks down at my naked tits, raises his eyebrows, and says, "Nice rack, babe."
Then he walks toward the Board while Roberto comes to stand next to me. "Like I was saying, she is already a spoil of war. I am already the victor. We had a record haul tonight. I'm claiming this one for myself. She belongs to me."
The Wicked One says, "So you are bringing us twenty-two and keeping one?"
"Affirmative."
He looks out over the crowd, and weighs his options, and decides it's better to give me to Alejandro and get us out of there before anyone else starts claiming girls for themselves.
"Very well. Have your second give your report." He waves dismissively.
Alejandro looks at Roberto, slaps him on the back, and says, "Give the man a full accounting. I'm going to take my spoil and get the fuck out of here." He nods to the men in the booths and says, "Gentlemen, please excuse me. I have a great need to do some fucking." He hunches his hips, frames his hard cock clearly silhouetted in his jeans, and everyone laughs.
Then he bends down, picks up his shirt and my bikini top, takes my hand, and we walk out the door.
Gabriel
Outside, I drag her to my jacked-up 4-wheel-drive Jeep Wrangler, not concerned that the asphalt is burning her feet. "That was reckless!" I shove her bikini top at her. "Those men are fucking animals. Why the hell would you show them your tits? Were you wanting them to fight for you?" I open the door for her and help her climb in, then I stomp around the front of the jeep and pull myself up. I crank the vehicle then peel out, slinging gravel and rocks.
She doesn't say a word. She simply stares straight ahead. I glance over at her a few times, but her expression hasn't changed. She's pouting. "Put your damn top on. That gorgeous rack is distracting as fuck!" I snap at her.
She comes alive. Sitting up, grabbing them, and says, "That's exactly fucking right, asshole! They are distracting as fuck. Try keeping your eyes on the road, motherfucker, while I play with them." She taunts me as she tosses them back and forth. "Tits are a woman's secret weapon. No man is going to take a knife and stab them. I wasn't asking for a fucking fight. I was fucking preventing one!"
I glance over, unable to keep my eyes on the road, then I slam on the breaks, and she has to brace herself on the dashboard. When we stop, I command her, "Don't fucking move. I'm coming to open your goddamn door like a gentleman and help you down. But, by God, once you're on the ground, I won't be gentle."
I throw the shifter in park, take the key out of the ignition, and bailout. She scrambles into the driver's seat and searches for the key. I open the passenger door and show it to her. "You're not going anywhere. You belong to me! Now, get your gorgeous ass and tits back over here and let me help you down."
"No!"
"Marie, that is not the right answer. If I have to come get you, I have no problem forcing you to do whatever I want, when I want, how I want, as often as I want, where I want." She cuts her eyes at me and sees the truth. This is not negotiable. She climbs back over, reaches for her bikini top, and I tell her, "Oh, hell no. You're not putting that on now. It's my turn to play with them and distract the hell out of you."
"Fine!" She spits.
I respond, "The correct answer from now on is going to be, Yes Sir, Mr. Daddy."