built like an ox, there was never any shortage of girls.
They waited until she finished dancing before leaving the club. The time was just after four.
CHAPTER 7
Nick had arrived in the Ukraine with the Russians. Uri had booked him into a high class hotel before taking him to meet with another man at a club. Uri introduced the man as Sven; he was the man who wanted a partner in England. Shaking Nick’s hand Sven said, “Uri tells me you are interested in doing business with us?” Smirking Nick replied, “Well that depends on the business.” “Uri has told you I am looking to send girls to England? I understand there are many people who would pay good money for the right girl? I can supply many girls, but I need someone who can deliver them to the buyers.” “Yeah there are people who would pay for that service,” said Nick before he smugly added, “with the right man running things for you. What sort of figure would a man like that be looking at?”. “Let’s say for every girl I send, you make three thousand in English money. I can send maybe, three / three hundred and fifty a year.” Liking what he was hearing Nick said, “What exactly would I have to do?” “Just keep them somewhere for a few days until their buyers are ready. I send about fifteen at a time. Over a year you make a million, a good deal yes?” The Russian could see that Nick was keen to know more. Thinking about the offer Nick knew that keeping the girls would not be a problem; he had several properties and warehouses that would be suitable. Taking several minutes before answering he then said, “When do you need my answer?” “By tomorrow, I need someone now. I have eleven girls waiting to go and my colleague in England has let me down.” “Ok, you’ll have my answer in the morning.” Uri interrupted and said, “Good, then tonight we have some fun. I take you to one of my clubs.” “Sounds good to me,” said Nick.
Ten minutes later Nick and Uri were leaving after thanking Sven for his hospitality.
The club Uri took him to was right up Nick’s street, full of young girls that he could do whatever he liked to. Uri joked and said, “You like to get rough, yes.” Nick nodded. “Pick a girl,” said Uri. Scanning the room Nick pointed to a very young girl, she looked to be about fourteen. Uri called her and another girl over, and then along with Nick took them to a room under the club. It was like a dungeon, badly lit, there were shackles hanging from the walls, a selection of whips and torture implements were housed on a wooden table. The only normal thing was a bed with black satin sheets on. Uri could tell by Nicks face that he was going to enjoy being there.
“This room is only for my best clients,” said Uri. “Down here you can do whatever you like, but I should tell you if the girl dies I’ll expect you to pay for her, the price is twenty thousand in English money.” “Don’t worry I won’t kill her,” replied Nick with a smirk on his face. Within minutes both men were slapping the girls around. Uri was as much an animal as Nick, dragging one of the girls and forcing her onto the bed, where he ordered her to blow him. While doing what he’d ordered, he told Nick to fuck her. The other girl huddled in the corner of the room absolutely terrified. When they finished with the first girl, Uri ordered the other girl to join them. The two men continued to torture them as they drank vodka and snorted coke. Pitifully the girls begged them to stop. Nick punched one of them in the face and said, “Stop your fucking whining bitch!” Then he dragged her to the bed with the other girl. Within minutes both girls were handcuffed and gagged while the two men raped and beat them. It was three hours later when they finally stopped. One of the girls was barely alive by the time the two men left and returned upstairs.
Back upstairs in the club Uri called a woman over. She was about fifty, heavily built with a hard
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