Caitlin's Dad's POV
I think it's time to check in on Mendes and my whore.
I took out my phone and called him.
"Hello? Ya Mendes how's it goin?" I said, taking a big sip of liquor.
S: "Good sir."
"Good, good. Is she behaving? If not, maybe I'll have to have a talk with her. Haha."
S: "Uh yea, she knows better. She wouldn't dare misbehave in front of me."
"Good boy Mendes. Gotta teach that slut some how."
S: Ha, yea.. I guess.
"You okay? Ya seem a bit tense."
S: "oh no sir, I'm fine."
"Tell her to treat you good tonight, you deserve it."
S: "Okay sir, I will."
"Okay, talk to ya soon."
S: "Okay, bye."
Something's up with that Mendes.
Oh well, as long as she's doin her job, everything's okay.
I wish I would have had more than 1 daughter.
I'd be making sooo much more money.
I have other whores that are used too, but Caitlin's a natural of course, so she costs more.
Her mom was a stripper, I met her at a local bar.
But once we had Caitlin, she gave up her job.
But fuck her, she's gone now.
My girlfriend that I have now is a real dime.
She does me every night.
I may be in my 40's but that's not an excuse to not be pleasured by a bitch.
My phone stared ringing, it was one of my men.
"Hello? Did you get her?"
M: "Yes, yes. She was walking home and we got her in the van now."
"Bring her over here, I want to see how much she's worth."
M: "Yes sir."
"I've got 10 clients on the line already. This should be a good one."
I hung up and took another gulp of liquor.
We kidnap girls that we find and use them for the job.
So worthless and weak.
The clients love them.
If the cops ever found out, we'd be screwed.
Risky as it is, I love my job.
