Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom

Chapter 3 - 3: My name is Mohan das

As he just reached room number 1509, Das saw manager John along with a mature girl whose age could be around twenty-five waiting for him.

This time there was an European guy in his bathrobe causing the problem.

"What happened?" He asked his John while taking a peak at the lady.

"Ask him what he wants and also why he beat this lady on the face." Manager John said while showing his finger towards the white man.

There is a little bit of rage in John's voice, but he did not show it on his face. Das turned his head and started talking with the European guy.

"Sir, can you tell me what type of arrangements you need? Is there anything specific girl type you want?" Das asked politely.

"Listen, kid, I asked for a virgin girl. But this guy sent me a used one. I also thought she was a virgin and started having fun. But after putting my little brother in, I realised my mistake. Please tell that big guy to send me virgin flower, not this used stuff." The foreign customer said with a arrogant demeanour.142.93.60.102

"Sir, did you beat her for this?" Das asked back after understanding the situation.

"Of course, I would beat her. She spoiled my entire mood. I will never touch used stuff like her."

The white guy said while putting a cigar in his mouth. He didn't even care about this matter.

"This guy was definitely a narcissistic idiot." Das thought before explaining the situation to John.

"Is there really a supply of virgin girls here? Or should I tell him that there are no virgins available?" Das asked John with a questioning look.

"Young man, are you really underestimating my company? Never forget that if you have money, everything is possible in this country. What virgin girl? I can even provide a big booby loli if the customer has money."

John said with a smirk on his face. There is actually a proud look in his eyes as he is doing national service here.

"Das, Tell him that it will cost around five times more money and he has to wait one more hour." Manager John said he was walking away while making a call on his personal mobile phone.

Das explained to the white guy about the cost and delay of service.

"No problem. No problem. As long as it is a virgin girl, I will pay even ten times." After saying that sentence with an happy face, the foreign customer closed the room door.

Manager John returned after completing his call. He gave some money to the girl, who has a red, swollen punch mark on her face, and said,

"Take rest for today, and I will settle this matter with the first lady tomorrow." John said while offering money to her.

The girl took her cash and left hurriedly. She was also slightly limping her left foot.

"That's it? Are you not going to do anything to that white guy?" Das asked with a questioning look.

Instead of killing or beating him, the manager was using him as a communicator. In this single night, he managed to help arrange girls for more than seven foreign customers to relieve their stress.

Inside his room, a girl with big breasts is still sleeping with her mouth wide open. With a heavy heart, he is waiting for the judgement of his crime.

After waiting for another fifteen minutes, John finally came to meet him.

"Hey boy, come quickly. The boss is asking for you." John's knocking came from the door.

Das finished the coffee cup and slowly opened the room door. He thought maybe this was his last coffee.

"Who is the girl on bed?" John asked while peeking towards the girl on bed.

"I don't know. She just rushed into the room and occupied the bed." Das replied helplessly.

"Leave this matter aside. Let's go. The boss was really pissed at you." John said this with an evil smile on his face.

They both entered the elevator. Later, John used a separate key to access the eighteenth floor.

"Don't be afraid; I will ask the boss to spare your poor life." John said while putting his hand on Das' shoulder.

Slowly, the lift doors opened; only two rooms were present on the eighteenth floor. One has glass doors, and the other is completely locked out with secured alarms.

The boys' room was the one with glass doors. Luxurious decorations were arranged on the walls. The room was neatly cleaned and well maintained. On one side, there is a large conference table with several chairs arranged neatly.

On the other side, the boss was sitting on a luxurious sofa. He is around forty years old with a large moustache. He has a cigar in one hand and a glass of whisky in the other, and a young, mature lady is massaging his shoulders. Das and John stood beside the sofa without making any noise.

After taking a sip from the whisky glass, the boss asked, "So, tell me what I should do with you?"

Das did not say anything. He kept his silence. But his entire back was drenched with sweat. He thought, "Instead of killing, these guys are putting me in silent torture with words."

"Why are you not answering? Are you looking down on me?" The boss shouted at him.

"Boy, don't be salient. The boss will be irritated when some don't respond to him. So don't waste his time." John added.

"If you really want to kill me, do it now. I was already prepared for death before coming here. So stop threatening me. Do whatever you want."

Das said with a courageous look. But contrary to his brave words, his legs are shaking like screaming chickens.

Hahha..hahha..suddenly both John and the boss started laughing crazily.

Oh…. boy…hahha… oh… boy…yu…you are really fucking interesting. Off all the things, you choose my place to die. What an interesting fella! John, are you seeing this? He said he came to die here.

What is your name, kid? After taking a deep breath, the boss asked with a smirk on his face.

"Mohan Das," he replied.

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