between myself and your friend?” he asked
Kiehle.
“I would apologize for Thesan’s open hostility, but I
believe he’s just as surprised as I am that you have a child working in your
establishment. Children have been banned from brothels for quite some time
now.” Kiehle chewed slowly, waiting to hear Alharad’s answer.
Alharad placed a hand over his chest. Each finger held a
large and glittery ring. “Is that what has your Madyry friend so upset? While
it is illegal for children to work the brothel rooms, it is not illegal
to keep them as slaves. Yoshioka is my pet—my personal slave. I assure you—and
she will also attest—that she is not a whore.”
Kiehle raised a brow. “Yet,” he pointed out.
Alharad’s stomach rippled as he chuckled. “I cannot predict
the future, my friend, but according to the law, she won’t be of age for a
little longer. Let’s focus on the present.” He put his hands down, slipping
them into his trough and bringing out another leg of meat. “So tell me,” he
said, changing the subject. “How do you like your accommodations? The brothel
rooms are suitable for regular guests, but for those with your lineage, I like
to offer something better. Do you like your suite?”
“It’s lovely, thank you.”
”Excellent,” Alharad declared. “Let’s eat!”
Kiehle nodded, letting the subject of Yoshi go for now.
Alharad could assume his little speech had appeased him. If he thought
otherwise, he might get scared of what Kiehle would tell Taio, and hide Yoshi.
No, he needed Yoshi in plain sight where he could keep an
eye on her. Her days here were limited.
Chapter Seven
With her eyes downcast, Ally scanned her surroundings. It
wasn’t often that Alharad took her from the brothel to his private rooms. The
last time she was in this part of the compound, she was in chains and Alharad
was threatening to make Max work the brothel. She didn’t know what Alharad had
planned this time, but she didn’t trust him.
Besides Alharad, there were eight other males in his private
entertainment room. The room itself was large, with holographic walls that projected
a tropical island scene. She assumed the other males were some kind of VIPs.
Alharad only invited the wealthy or important guests into his home.
She straddled Alharad’s leg as he lay sprawled out on
various pillows. His semi-naked state made her want to hurl. His shirt had been
discarded earlier in the evening and she was now forced to look at the rolls of
flesh covering his stomach, chest, neck and arms.
Gross.
And slippery flesh, at that. Good lord. What had he
been bathing in? She couldn’t even get a grip on him to stop herself from
slipping off.
Thank God he still had on his bottoms. He had tried to
wiggle out of those as well but every time he reached for them, she pushed his
hands away. Any other female would’ve been backhanded, but not her.
They’d come to more than one understanding since they’d
struck their deal. If he didn’t hit her , she wouldn’t hit him . It
was mutually beneficial.
She rubbed herself up and down his fat, mushy thigh. He
seemed to enjoy when she did that. Whatever. It was his prerogative. As long as
he kept his pants on and didn’t expect her to fuck him, it was all good. She
could ride his thigh the whole night through.
His large hand gripped her ass, squeezing it almost
painfully. She wanted to move it away, but thought better of it. Pissing him
off would only get her sent back to her room. She didn’t mind going back there,
but it also meant she wouldn’t have a chance to earn her and Max’s food for
tomorrow. And according to Alharad, she worked for two now. Her stomach
grumbled. She could endure his touch for a couple of hours.
When he busied himself kissing the female sitting on his
other thigh, Ally looked up again. She recognized six of the males as regulars.
Most of them were engaged in some type of sexual activity with various females.
There were males getting