"Little shit at the pub said you were opening up business again," Horan leaned casually against the wall in Edar's new executive office. "Same game, I take it."

"Yeah, I'm going to open up again. I have a loose end, though, to tie up first."

"What's that?"

"Fucking stretch freak that fucked things up to start. I want him dead. I want that black haired girl with the big tits back, that they took with them."

"What for? She's about done anyway. What would you get—one show? A shitty one at that, probably doesn't even have any more fight left. Just lie there and take it—where's the fun for the guests?"

"Oh, I don't want her for a show. She was important enough for them to kill Donal, take the goddamn place down. I'm not getting her for a show," Edar grinned. "I want to fucking kill her in front of them. I'm gonna cut her fucking tits off, stuff 'em for trophies in the office. I'm gonna line up every dick that works here, me right on down to the mop boy, and every last one of 'em is gonna fuck her…and that stretch freak and the other shits that were with him are gonna watch every fucking second of it."

Horan smiled. He'd always liked Edar. He was a smart guy—always thought ahead. He'd worked with Edar for a few years, and noticed he was a good cut above everybody else there. Manager was exactly what he was made for. "Sounds good to me. One thing—how do we find them?"

"Birds."

"The fuck?"

"I know a guy. He's got some damn gulls he trained to look at a picture of somebody and then fly for fucking ever until they find the guy. They tell him where."

"Where the hell are we gonna get a picture of that asshole?"

"Right here," Edar held up a wanted poster.

"Monkey D. Luffy, dead or alive. Holy shit…" Horan read the bounty.

"Yeah," Edar's toothy grin widened. "After we have our fun, we get a huge fucking load of cash."

"Hell, I'm in. All in."

Edar clamped a hand on Horan's shoulder. "Knew you would be."

"When do we start that?"

"Birds went out this morning. Soon as they come back…"

"We'll grab and go."

"You got it."

Horan imagined the looks on their faces. There was the stretching one, some asshole in a suit, the shit with the swords, and a bitch with tits that could make a blind man cry. Horan's mind wandered to the fun he could have after Edar's plan was done, thinking of what he could do with those tits…his cock itched to bust into her.

"By the way, you bring us fresh meat, or what?"

"What?" Horan was startled out of his reverie, visualizing the fun to come.

"Who's the bitch?"

"Oh, some little cunt I picked up. She's so tight it fucking hurts. Got her at a bar, but I guess they thought I was too rough on her and she ain't worth much to them anymore. I had to pay them off the value of her and take her with me or they were gonna call the goddamn constable. Didn't want the trouble." Horan laughed at the memory. "You shoulda seen her fucking eyes when she found out she was coming with me. 'Pretty please, mister,'" he mocked. "Gods, it was rich."

"Want to get your profit back and sell her here? We can have a pre-opening show, get the clients back ready to go."

"Sure. I had her again last night and it wasn't half the good it was last time."

"How's three hundred sound?"

"Six?"

"Five, I'll do. "

"You got it." Horan opened the door and looked at Tsulle in disgust, waiting in the hallway. Her bouncy blonde curls were messed, makeup gone in tear-tracked stains. A bruise had blossomed across her face. The biggest problem, though, was her spirit. She didn't hardly fight him anymore, just cried. Fucking killjoy. Pleading, struggling…that was what he wanted. Lying there, all teary and shit. What the fuck ever. Edar could have her. "Get in her, cunt. You're his. Show him the goods."

Tsulle looked at him dully. "Oh for piss sake." Horan grabbed her and pulled her dress upward, pulled her bra down, and showed Edar her tits. Then he spun her around and bent her over, pulling up her dress again, and pulling down her panties. He flicked a finger on her swollen cunt and she jumped. Horan laughed. "Good for business?"

"Oh, we'll very much find use for this one." Money changed hands, and the crybaby cunt was Edar's responsibility. This was turning into an ideal day.

"All right, soon as those birds come back, we talk to your guy, set off and get those fucking shits, do our thing to that black-haired pussy, get the cash on 'em, open up shop."

"That's the idea." Edar placed a finger under Tsulle's chin, tilting her face up to him. "And a pre-show. I can get our most select clients back in tomorrow and we can stage a quick triple penetration. I'll take the slit. You want ass or mouth?"

Horan chuckled. "Ass is fun. Besides, I wouldn't put it past her to bite if she gets the idea in her head."

"Oh, she'd die for that," Edar said, looking directly into Tsulle's eyes as he said it. She nodded her understanding. "Even so, let's have Ree take her mouth."

"Fucking Ree. He's still around?"

"First to respond to the offer to open back up."

"All right. Ree at the mouth." Horan laughed again. "This is gonna be good. What time for the show?"

"Four o'clock. Go slow, make her scream; make it worth their while. Remind them why they love it. We should be able to keep the show up till six. Grab a few toys. "

"Yeah, I know how it's done. Don't forget who you're talking to."

"Horan, Horan, Horan. Remember, I'm not talking about body disposal anymore for you. I'm talking chief guard, in on the show."

"Chief guard?"

"Chief guard."

Horan nodded. Ideal fucking day.