Then he pulled himself together and laughed as he unlocked the door. 'Seems we got ourselves a Muslim girls.' Edwards motioned for them to take a seat. 'Don't have too many of those where you come from, I'll bet.'
Greaves took a seat and leaned towards Edwards. Cortez remained standing. The two women kept him in their sights.
'Is that entirely necessary?' said Greaves. 'You have our weapons. We're simply here on business.'
Edwards waved a hand and the girls put their weapons at their sides. They stood at the back of the room, looking bored, irritable and tense. Not a good combination in armed women, Cortez noted.
'Don't mind them,' said Edwards. 'They're only hanging around in case you want to party when we're done. On the house of course.' Edwards laughed when he saw their reactions. 'What, you never had a blow job from a gal with a gun on you? Jesus, you guys like it vanilla don't you?'
Greaves cleared his throat. 'Perhaps we should get down to business.'
'Ah yes, I have some merchandise that you're interested in, I understand.' Edwards leaned back in his chair and smiled his 'I'm gonna fuck you' smile again. 'The big question is, how interested are you?'
'I believe I agreed a price with your associate,' Greaves said. 'I have the goods ready. Perhaps we could see her?'
'Now hold on there junior. You talked about the price with one of my lackeys. No-one said he was authorised to name an amount. Let's just say, what you've brought today, that's a down payment.'
'What!' said Greaves sitting upright, his voice carried a sudden weight of authority. 'We had a deal. I've upheld my side of the bargain. I expect you to honour yours.'
'Hey, hey, calm down there junior,' said Edwards holding up a placatory hand. 'Now I understand how it is. You've gotten yourselves all psyched up. You probably went to sleep last night thinking about all the things you're going to do with her. And she is something, believe me. I don't go for Injuns much myself, but she is well worth a look. Whatever you've got in mind, hey that's fine with me, I'm not gonna judge you. Thing is though, you're wanting to buy this girl outright, not rent her, and I can still earn a fuck of a lot out of her. She's young, she's clean and she ain't injured any. That's a big chunk out of my profits and I need reimbursing. I got overheads you know, protection to pay. I put a lot of money into my girls.'
'She's a slave,' said Greaves with disdain. 'You keep her chained to a wall and you feed her slops.'
'Hey I'm not judging you, so don't you get all high and mighty with me you little pissant! We cater for a lot of exclusive tastes in this establishment. The slaves are a lucrative service. A lot of my customers will be disappointed to see her go. They might even take their business elsewhere. So you gotta make it worth my while. Hand over the goods you brought to trade and when you raise some more you can come back and we can talk about letting you have her.'
'What if we just take our goods and leave?' Greaves said.
'Now that just ain't gonna happen,' said Edwards with his biggest 'fuck you' smile yet.
The two women stepped forward and levelled the barrels of their shotguns at Greaves' temple.
That was their first mistake.
Before they could react Cortez stepped around behind them and grabbed the barrels of both weapons. He pulled them back and up, driving the butts into their faces.
He was right on target with the woman on his right. The butt hit the base of her nose. It exploded in a hot burst of blood and the bridge cracked, driving shards of bone into her brain. She was dead before her body hit the floor.
The woman on his left caught the butt on the side of her face. There was a crack as her cheek broke and her right eye rolled up into its socket. She fell to the ground, dazed and twitching.
Cortez swung both shotguns round and pointed them at Edwards, just in time to see him pull an ivory handled Magnum out of his desk. Cortez unloaded one shotgun and blew a hole in his left wrist. Edwards shrieked as blood and cartilage sprayed the floor, dropping the gun. He ducked behind the desk and grabbed the Magnum with his good hand, firing at Cortez's foot.
Cortez leaped back and Greaves cowered behind his chair while Edwards made a bolt for the door. He ran out into the corridor, screaming at the top of his voice. 'Trixie, Fifi, Jezebel, Chelsea, get your skanky ol' asses out here! We got trouble!'
Cortez hauled up the unconscious woman. She moaned at the pain as she regained consciousness. 'Where is the girl?' He demanded.
The woman shook her head. 'What girl? I don't know who you mean.'
'She's a Native American,' said Greaves getting to his feet. 'She's called Anna. We know you've got her prisoner here.'
'I can't think. I'm hurt too bad.'
'Take us to the girl Anna,' Cortez said, leaning in close. 'Or you will know what it really feels like to be hurt too bad.'
'They're… they're all kept in the basement next to the dungeon,' she murmured before passing out again.
Cortez walked to the door and stuck his head slowly round just as a stream of bullets tore up the frame. Jumping back he collided with Greaves.
'We can't leave,' Greaves said, picking up his glasses. 'They've got us pinned down. We have to make them come to us.' He thought for a minute. 'How many of them did you see?'
'I was too busy dodging their bullets to count.'
'Edwards called out four names. So there's at least that many coming for us. We're at the end of a corridor with no other exit. We're outnumbered and outgunned.' Greaves hit Cortez with his fierce blue eyes. 'There's got to be a way to turn that to our advantage.'
Linda could have kicked herself when she came to. If she hadn't been too trussed up to move her legs and if her head hadn't felt like someone was doing all the kicking for her.
She was lying on her side on a cold stone floor. Her wrists and ankles were tied behind her. She arched her back to stretch her legs and relieve the cramp in her thighs. This tightened the rope and cut off the circulation to her hands. She felt for how it was tied with her fingers. Luckily it was a bondage knot that she knew. She found the right end of the rope and pulled. Her bonds uncoiled and she was free.
Thank God for pervy clients, she thought as she got to her feet and massaged the life back into her wrists. She was in a dark, confined space. She reached in front of her and felt what seemed like shelves and broom handles. She smelt bleach. Linda was in a broom closet. She'd been tied up and dumped in a broom closet.
Time to get some payback.
She fumbled her way over to the door and tried it. It wasn't locked. It opened on to a dimly lit basement. Across the way from the closet was a door marked 'DUNGEON', meaning she had to be in the Pleasuredrome. That's why she was tied bondage style. Sloppy of them really, her being a pro and all. They had to know she'd be able to get loose. They must have thought she'd be out for longer and were going to come back with better shackles.
She'd known there was something wrong with her clients the night before. They said they were visiting traders who wanted a three-way and they had a bundle of drugs to trade for it. She should have listened to her gut. They didn't seem that interested in her sexually and they knew their way around too well to be visitors.
They must have slipped her something after she had climbed into their car. She should never have taken a drink from them. Served her right for being careless.
Edwards had been after her to join his girls for a while now. Linda knew he didn't like independent competitors, but she never thought he'd resort to kidnap. She worked strictly downtown. Out of his way and away from his high-end clients.
Those clients had tastes that were too specialised for Linda. She had no illusions about what would happen if she couldn't get out of her current situation. She knew all about the girls he kept as slaves.
Linda walked slowly and quietly through the basement, scanning the gloom for any means of escape. It was a huge space, and covered more ground than the building above. It had obviously been specially excavated. The only doors she could find seemed to lead either into the well equipped dungeon area or into a series of tiny cells. She didn't want to think about who was kept there, or what the poor wretches were going through.
Something caught her eye over by the far wall. Linda peered at it, then turned away. Something drew her back however and she was glad it did. When she got closer she could see there was a hardboard panel nailed over
