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Hours later, I walked into my dining room, where Tyler and the Wildman boys were standing. The four women Elizabeth had told me about were seated around the table. Two were beaners from South America, one was a Chinese, and they were all pretty. The last one was a black girl with the biggest set of tits on her I’d ever seen. That little negress made my dick hard just looking at her. I had a thing for big-titty black girls. I wouldn’t marry one, but I’d fuck one in a minute because the pussy was always outstanding.
“What the hell, Tyler? You didn’t tell our guests they could eat?” I asked, staring at the untouched plates of food. “I spent a lot of money on this shit.”
“I told them, Daddy.” Tyler shrugged.
“Well, damn, y’all must not be hungry. From what Lee told me, y’all ain’t ate since this morning. Is the menu not to your liking?”
The four of them sat there staring at me like I had two fucking heads, which irritated the hell out of me. I was not in the mood for games.
“Look, Lee done told me that you all speak English, so let’s stop playin’ around. Y’all eat up.”
“We are not here to talk or eat. We are here to fuck. That’s what we get paid for,” the beautiful black girl stated boldly. Her accent sounded kinda French, and it was sexy as hell. “Talking will just get us beat.”
“Not here it won’t,” I said. “You’ve been brought here so I can talk to you gals about an opportunity.” I sat in the empty seat closest to her.
She seemed to be their spokeswoman, so I directed my conversation to her. “What’s your name?”
“Celeste.”
“That’s a right pretty name,” I told her, reaching for some of the roast and potatoes on the table. “Celeste, my name’s KD. Where you from?”
“Haiti.”
I leaned closer to her. “That’s over there near the Dominican Republic, ain’t it? Y’all had a terrible earthquake a few years back, didn’t ya?”
“Yes,” she replied, looking surprised that I knew anything about her country. “I lost my mother, father, and sister.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Tyler lost his momma a few years ago too.”
“Thank you,” she replied, shooting a quick glance at my son.
“Tyler, you boys sit down and eat. Stop hovering over our guests like they’re some kinda prisoners.”
The boys sat down and dug into the food as the ladies watched.
“Eat up, Celeste. It ain’t poison,” I said.
“What kind of opportunity?” Celeste asked. Once she picked up her fork, the other girls did the same. There was no doubt she was the leader of the group.
“An opportunity to come and live here and be a part of our organization. I want to take you from living at the bottom of the barrel and bring you here to live at the farm and be treated first class.”
I motioned for Patrick, who was wearing an apron and helping the cook, to bring over a tray of lobster tails. He placed one in front of each of us. The ladies stared at their plates like they weren’t sure what to do with the tails.
“Make sure we get some of that drawn butter to dip it in, Patrick. What’s lobster without butter, right?” I winked at Celeste, and she smiled.
“You got that right,” Tyler said as he reached over to help one of the beaners snap her lobster tail open.
“I bet you ain’t eating fucking lobster over there at the Horseshoe or any of the other hellholes you been to,” I said to Celeste before stuffing a biscuit in my mouth.
“No, we ’ave not,” she admitted in that sexy accent of hers.
“So, how’d you like to be able to eat like this every day and send some money home to Haiti?” I looked around the table at each of the girls. “A thousand dollars a week to start with. How does that sound?”
The other three women looked excited—no longer pretending that they couldn’t understand English—but Celeste shook her head. “That would be nice,” she said, “but we’ve heard these claims before. Our families have not seen a dime, and we are beaten if we question it.”
I motioned for Tyler to get my briefcase from the other side of the room. When he brought it to me, I opened it and took out four stacks, totaling a thousand dollars each, and tossed one in front of each of the girls.
“I know when they brought you here to the U.S., they probably told you plenty o’ lies. So, here you go. A good faith gesture to show you that I ain’t bullshittin’. And there’s plenty more where that came from,” I told them.
Celeste still wasn’t convinced. “And what about the man that we work for now? How will we explain all of this to him? He’s a very evil man.”
“Yeah, maybe, but he don’t wanna fuck with me.” I looked her straight in the eyes. “Besides, that’s already been handled, and all your belongings from his place are on the porch. I was pretty sure you’d accept my offer. Now, was I right or not?”
Celeste looked at the other ladies for a minute, but no words passed between them. Then she picked up the stack of bills, placing it in her bra. She nodded at them, and they did the same, snatching up their money real quick.
“And now what happens?” she asked.
I picked up a bottle of wine and poured some in her glass. “There’s four of us and four of you. I’m sure we’ll figure out something before the night is through.” I raised my glass for a toast. She picked hers up and clinked it against mine, revealing her dimples when she finally cracked a smile.
Nevada
19
My eyes constantly went from checking the time on my phone to checking the entryway
