Fresh Meat Import/Chapter 3 - Sold
In the afternoon of the day after Ana's nude photo shoot Piotr called Ivan five times on his phone and on the fifth attempt left a voice message telling him to call back as soon as he heard the message. When Ivan called Piotr from the bus on his way home from work Piotr invited him to join him for a meal in a restaurant in the town center at his expense. Two hours later they were sat at a table together.
After some cordial chitchat Piotr got down to business. He said, "Ivan my friend, you have won the lottery." He got out his phone and said, "Let me share a website with you." Ivan's phone pinged and he opened the Hole Club's public website on his phone. Without logging in as a member the website only showed photographs of its facilities with a few pictures of pole dancers with their costumes still on. So on the face of it the Hole Club looked like a high class dance club with bars, luxurious rooms and even facilities like saunas and swimming pools.
Piotr continued, "This high class club in America has seen Ana's photos and wants to employ her. It's a very rich club and they will look after her well. But you and I are experienced men of the world and we both know that they want to employ her as a prostitute." He opened his eyes wide, put his hands up palms facing Ivan and said, "Before you say anything listen to the price. They are offering 2.5 million Denari."
The exchange rate is about 50 Denari to the dollar so that's about 50k dollars. Not a huge amount in America but a life changing amount in Ivan's city.
Ivan ate his food in silence for a while. Piotr, who had been a slave broker for a percentage several times before, knew this was a very good sign. He said, "Think about it, but I need an answer in the next 24 hours. Meet me here again tomorrow evening."
When Ivan got back home it was late and the kids were asleep. Nastya was sitting at the table in the kitchen watching TV and smoking a cigarette. When he came into the kitchen she asked him, "So what did the photographer want? Another photo shoot with Ana?"
Ivan sat down and said, "No. You'll never guess. Someone wants to buy Ana."
"What do you mean buy her?"
"To work in a dance club in America."
Nastya pulled a face to say, "you're kidding," and stared at Ivan for a bit to see if he was joking. Eventually she said, "My God, you're serious." She thought for a minute and said, "They want her as a sex slave don't they. Jesus! No way!"
"Now I'm not saying anything but hear this: they are offering two and a half million Denari."
A smile flickered across Nastya's face and she got up, took a bottle of vodka and two glasses off the side and sat down and poured them both a large one. "Fuck me," she said. Ivan took out his phone, sent her the Hole Club link and told her what he had gleaned from their website.
"Piotr says they would treat her very well and just look at that place. It's got a fucking swimming pool!"
Nastya said to herself out loud, "Two and a half million Denari. She's always wanted to go to America." She said to Ivan, "We could tell her she'd be going to work as a waitress. And she kind of would be?"
They discussed sending Ana to America into the early hours of the morning. Nastya had decided she wanted the money a long time ago and decided to seal the deal. Suddenly she said, "I could be a prostitute! Let me show you." She went to the bedroom and quickly stripped off, put on lipstick, stockings and high heels and went back to the kitchen. Standing in nothing but her stockings and heels in the kitchen entrance she asked, "Could I get a job at the Hole Club?"
"Definitely!" Ivan said as he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.
Ivan stood up and Nastya came into the kitchen and kissed him passionately. He pulled her close and she could feel his cock harden against her body. She undid his zipper, pulled out his cock and started giving him a hand job while he continued to kiss her. She stopped kissing him and whispered, "If you can get me two and a half million I'll be your prostitute every night." Still pumping his shaft gently she got down on her knees and gave him a blow job. Stopping himself from cumming in her mouth he pulled out, grabbed her by the arms and dragged her into the bedroom for a long hard fuck.
When Ivan arrived at the restaurant the following evening Piotr was sitting at the table they had used the previous evening. After sitting down and exchanging pleasantries Piotr asked, "So do we have a deal?"
"Yes. So how do we do this? When do we get the money?"
"Do you and Ana have passports?"
"Yes."
"Good. It's very simple really. I will sort out your travel visas and flights to America. For the visa you're going with Ana on a two week vacation in America. You'll accompany Ana to the Hole Club and hand her over to them. Once you get there they will pay me and I'll pay the money into your bank account here. Can you check your bank balance on your phone?"
"Yes."
"Good. I will send you a letter in English that will appear to be from the Hole Club for you to show Ana. It'll invite her to come and work as a waitress at the Hole Club. You can tell her the truth: it's because they saw her photo modeling pictures. Show her the Hole Club website and explain she will be living there in luxury, which is also true. They will provide her with accommodation and clothes and food. As you've seen it's a very nice place to live! Once she's worked there a few years she will be rich and she can do what she likes. She will learn perfect English and be able to stay in America permanently. Let me know if she doesn't want to go. There are other, less pleasant ways we can get her into the Hole Club."
The following weekend, when Ivan and Nastya talked it over with Ana she was over the moon and very excited about moving to America. She understood it was like a tool maker apprenticeship at the factory and that she was committing to working at the Hole Club for a few years in return for training and experience.
Meanwhile back in America it was 3am. A few blocks from the Hole Club Kanan was driving off the freeway in his lime green Lamborghini and coming into the city. A rookie cop, who had no idea who Kanan was or what he drove, clocked that he driving a few miles per hour above the speed limit and got a hard-on at the idea of chasing a Lambo. He flagged Kanan down and after the usual license checks and giving him a ticket, being curious about the sports car and seeing that the driver was a black man, he asked to see in the trunk. Kanan had forgotten that he had a bag in the trunk containing some loose change (a mere $7,000) and an unregistered handgun. The rookie almost had an orgasm when he found this and arrested Kanan. Thanks to Kanan's reputation and the lack of time to organize the judicial system he was denied bail and incarcerated in the city's large federal prison on some bullshit RICO charge.
A week after member 222 (Kanan's) arrest Kanan's #2 Trey, club member 223, had a meeting with Madame early in the evening. Once they had greeted each other and 223 had sat down in front of Madame's desk, she asked, "How is 222? I saw from the TV news that he's got into a little trouble."
"That's right and that's what I'm here to talk about. Kanan won't get out of prison until we make certain arrangements. We expect him to be back out next February." (It was the start of December.) "There's the small matter of the date with that new young lap dancer Ana. He wants it to go ahead before Christmas as an outcall."
Madame was used to providing girls for inmates at the local federal prison, FCI Blueville, at a premium rate. The prison guards arrange via intermediaries to come and pick them up from the Hole Club's warehouse in various types of delivery vans, usually a laundry van returning clean laundry. They then return them after use in a similar way. Madame said, "Ana is arriving this Thursday morning and 222 has paid for first use. Can you arrange to pick her up on Friday evening? We need a bit of a training period but we don't want her in the club and not working for too long. How many hours will she be gone for?"
"He wants her overnight. I'll try to arrange everything for Friday evening."