Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

While there were people in the sex industry who were downright gorgeous, there was this stigma among the common populace that made them look less desirable than the people who were in the same league as them—appearance-wise, but in this place’s case, they weren’t even in the same league compared to the women in my inner circle, appearance-wise, ability-wise, and etc.

Still, this place’s "concierge" tried to sell me pussies for rent—and the look on everyone’s faces when I told the dude I wanted everyone available in a private space was again, fucking priceless.

"Y-You mean—"

"The roof’s available, right? It’s not what you think, I’m just here to talk to all of them for a few hours."

"O-Oh, you aren’t here for their check-ups?"

"Do I look like a doctor to you?"

"I guess that’s true, s-sir… C-Currently, we have 17 girls available since 5 are still being umm… rented and there are 29 others that are on their day off or only available on nights… Would you like me to try and contact them if they’re just you know… there to talk?"

"Sure. Just send them all up—give me the bill later…"

With that said, it only took a few minutes before we gathered almost everyone upstairs—and I quickly opened up with something at least 70% of these people couldn’t dare to refuse.

"You’re lying!"

"Is that r-really true?"

I nodded, "As I said, if you want a different job than what you’re currently doing, I’ll offer to buy you out of this place as long as you can give me valuable information about your clients, especially from those not allied with our group, and even if you just want a change of customers, I’ll be able to strike a deal with that."

One of the girls wearing a low-cut top—showing her deep cleavage and her blessed upper body—wearing short shorts responded:

"How valuable are we talking?"

"What do you think’s gonna get you out of here?"

She chuckled, "I’m not paid here to think, I’m paid to spread my legs, bend down, bob my head up and down, or just lay there and have the next sweaty dude come in and have their way with me. I literally have no idea what’s valuable to you."

I stared at her for a moment before I replied, "You want specifics?"

"Yes."

"Sure, in regards to your customers, they sometimes would say things that are plaguing them like their kids not talking to them anymore, about their boss giving them a shit job, their wife not able to make them hard, etc., and almost all of it is done in pillow talk or while they’re putting you on a piledriver. See where I’m going with this?"

"Haha… I think I get it… But go on…"

"Heh, I think you already know what to tell me and you’re just trying to mess with me—but don’t worry, none of the shit you tell me is gonna blow back on you and there are a ton of things every other customer would say when drunk or just needing companionship. And if the information you have is that valuable, you wouldn’t even be here but would be in one of the places I’m personally involved with.

You’ll have both my protection and better living conditions, I promise you that."

She replied again, "But why do you wanna know such things? Are you planning to attack them?"

"What?"

And as soon as she said that, the look of concern appeared on everyone’s faces but I quickly shut that shit down before that type of rumor about me goes back to their loyal customers.

"No, no, it’s insurance in a way. If they have a problem I could solve, I’ll give them a hand so they’d owe me. If they want to stir shit up with me, this place, or anyone else? We can also shut that shit down and prevent it from happening.

If you’re thinking about telling us information about their place, that’d be valuable information too because it’d be more beneficial for us if we could help other people than steal or take shit from them. And as bad as this may sound, a certain barbed-wired-wielding douche said that people are a resource. I’d rather have them farm or kill things for us than just take everything they’re worth.

You get me?"

"Hmm… I understand. But what if I just want to stay here and gather more info for you? If you send everyone else who could do it as well as me, who’d be here as your source? And wouldn’t your plan to extract info from everyone be void and null once every bitch in here with zero fucking skills tried to beg like they’re desperate—"

All of a fucking sudden, I released copious amounts of killing intent while wearing a faint smile. While most of it was directed at these comfort women, my group behind me still got affected as they all either jumped back or jolted from the sudden pressure.

I placed my hand on my katana as I spoke, "This… This is insurance in a way too… If word gets out that you’re doing this subterfuge shit openly, you’ll be out of your jobs—meaning you’d lose the only chance for the job that may or may not cause you to cum and be replaced by a very shit one.

Look, I came here with a sincere proposal because doing this type of thing did more good than harm, but I would be very~ disappointed if any of you took advantage of this offer and blew this type of operation."

The same girl just managed to catch her breath, "W-What…"

"Oh… To answer your question, you’d have to tell me what you want instead of me sending you away if you wanna stay here. After that, I’ll decide if I’d give you what you want—either adding or subtracting the quantity of the quality of shit depending on the info you gave me. Very simple, no? What’s your name, by the way?"

She then licked her lips as she looked at me and slightly leaned over, "KC… The name’s KC."

Looking closely at this KC chick, she was definitely a cut above the rest of these comfort women—and honestly, she was the only one who looked like she had juicy info she’d impart with for the right price. She had long, flow black hair—with certain parts dyed blonde-ish—woven onto a loose ponytail, aloof eyes, an older sister vibe, and tanned parts of her skin from wearing a t-shirt on a sunny day.

Besides that, she looked like she had fairly good genetics and had been eating well—and no, I’m not gonna comment about how much protein she’d have each day.

In any case, with our current power dynamic and while speaking about it vocally, I wanted full control of whether the info any of them would give out will be worth shit or not. I even decided I’d allow one bad or unreliable info from each of them before cutting them off from this weird partnership.

So, I looked straight at this chick after she introduced herself:

"Alright, KC…" then I glanced at everyone else present, "And to anyone who had valuable info," then turning back to KC, "Me and my group here will leave at 4 so that’d be the cut-off time for this transaction. Just line right up and… huh?"

"Pfft…"

To my and everyone else in my group’s surprise, no one looked like they were interested one bit— no, no one looked like they wanted to get someone’s ire from doing this type of thing, or in another case, someone already had a firm grasp on their necks and it was none other than the Intercity’s Alpha-Bitch herself.

’So that’s how it is… The name doesn’t ring a bell though

Before I made them line up, I assumed they’d rush to the line and offer a BJ or two while transacting with me but this KC chick could already dictate what they could do or not.

’How about this place’s owner? Is he also under her thumb?’

That other thing aside, KC got up from her seat and slowly made her way toward me with the same smile everyone else in my group would wear when it was time for our cardio sessions. It’s just that when she finally opened her mouth, I half-expected what her payment for such info could be:

"Make me cum."

"Say that again?"

"Just make me fucking cum and I’ll tell you last week’s gossip—"

I chuckled as I shook my head, "Just last week’s gossip?"

She chuckled as well, "I started last week, what do you expect?"

"Then you probably ain’t worth much, your name isn’t even the files I’ve read before. You ARE new."

"That doesn’t matter. I’m pretty sure that you’d love to hear what I have to say… and I’ll assure you what everyone else here will tell you is worth next to nothing. We can do it right here, right now. What do you say?" she said as she exposed more of her exposed cleavage.

I waved her off, "Are you asking for payment first? That’s not how this works, you know?"

She chuckled before she glanced at the women behind me and then at me, "I can give you a few names of the people who spread misinformation about the soldiers who just got here."

Hearing that, everyone in my group’s ears perked up as I looked straight at her:

"I can’t do just names, I need locations."

"Then make me cum twice."

I chuckled, "Is that how it is?"

"Pretty simple, isn’t it?"

"Yeah, but what’s your limit?"

Her eyebrows rose in confusion, "How about yours?"

"Why don’t you just tell me everything if you tap out?"

"What if you t-tap out?"

"Trust me, I won’t."

"Then let’s make a bet?"

"What kind?"

Experience more on empire

"I want this mill to my name plus a few select furniture and I want BIG and strong men to cater to my needs 24/7."

"If you win?"

"When I win."

"Then I fucking own you after I win. Deal?"

"Pfft— Deal."

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