Chapter 675: Chapter 305: The Demon’s Lair
"No way, do you want to be unable to barge in when those wealthy bosses need it?"
"The drugs would’ve made them weak, they might even need your hands-on help." The girl beside teased, clearly a veteran in the industry.
She also shared some tips, "When they’re in need, you better moan louder, the louder and more exaggerated the better, but still keep it subtle, not too fake. You know, they’re all perverts. Actually, not that capable. I’ve been in the business for years and hardly seen any big shots."
"Maybe that’s because your clients aren’t Black people?"
"Black people aren’t as strong as you think."
"Do we really have to wear this thing too?" Violet hesitated as she looked at the pink remote control toy.
The staffer said with an indisputable tone: "This is the boss’ requirement, girls, if you want to smoothly get those 2000 US Dollars, you need to follow the instructions. It’s just one night, at most 8 hours, it will be over quickly, and then you will have the 2000 USD reward! However, you’re not the main course, just there to provide services. Don’t worry, these toys are brand new, no one has used them before, you’re the first ones."
"Should we feel honored?" The girls rolled their eyes.
The staffer spread his hands, "If you perform well later, you might even get extra tips from the wealthy clients, they are very rich and generous. Just serve them well, please them, and you can earn some extra cash. Don’t make it hard for me, okay? I’m also just a salaried worker. If they need it, I might even have to stick my butt out."
"Sick freak." The girls cursed with their mouths, but their bodies were honest. They put on those skimpy fabrics.
Violet also inserted the toy, got dressed, and thought about finding a place to leak the information.
But then she shuddered as if struck by lightning, gasping for air.
"Boss." The staffer turned to look at the newcomer and quickly greeted him.
A man, heavily made up, wearing a red dress, black stockings, high heels, with a stubbly beard; his face was plastered with blush and he wore a wig, a sight quite painful for the eyes.
Obviously, he was the ranch owner, the party host, Jehovah Plian.
A wealthy ’diversified’ man who felt his life was empty, seeking challenges by undergoing surgery to change his sex.
He held a remote control, turned it up to the highest setting, watching Violet’s discomfort with pleasure.
In a duck’s quacking voice he said: "Alright, girls, welcome to my auction. Of course, you aren’t the main course. Now, let’s go inside with mommy, I will arrange your work my sweethearts. Of course, if you don’t do well in your jobs, beware the guests might give you a little punishment! Like this!"
He pressed another remote.
A girl next to him was hit like by lightning, she cried out and immediately knelt down, moaning.
"..."
Violet glared at the embarrassed girl, cursing silently: Mad, damn pervert, I must land a few on you when the time comes!
Seeing the fearful and uneasy expressions on the girls’ faces, Priyan was very happy, clapping hands, "Okay, now follow me inside, you have a lot of work to do."
"Boss, I need to use the bathroom," the girl stood up shakily.
"Me too," Violet quickly said.
Priyan nodded, considerately said: "There are no toilets here, you can go to the cattle shed. Or wild! Don’t worry, we have surveillance everywhere! But only for internal viewing. Hahaha! The rest, come with us."
"..." Violet and the girl quickly left the building.
Not far away, they chose a corner to squat down, and the girl suddenly cried out again, kneeling down.
Violet heard laughter from afar and also felt physically uncomfortable.
Her expression changed slightly, "Fxxk! you!"
"Sorry, girls, this is just a trial, I promise there will be a next time." A black man looked towards them, waving the remote in his hand proudly, "If you move any slower, I might turn up the punishment power again!"
The girl beside could hardly bear it anymore, she flushed and hurriedly got up and limped back.
Violet frowned slightly, ignoring him, enduring the discomfort, she bent over to retch, pretending to cover her mouth she spat out what looked like fake skin fragments, but were actually Bone Conduction Headphones, under the guise of fixing her hair, she covertly placed them behind her ear.
"Boss! We’ve got a signal from Violet! Hey, why are you only activating the device now?" Mouse’s voice came through.
Violet did not speak, just stood up calmly, walking towards the villa, her teeth lightly clacking together sending out rhythmic Morse code.
"Oh, they bullied you? Are they playing such perverts? But we have seen plenty of perverts before, just endure a little longer and it’ll pass." Mouse reveled in schadenfreude.
Meanwhile, on a dark windy night, on a secured van parked in the suburbs with a satellite dish mounted on the roof, a red light blinked.
Mouse was wearing headphones, looking at the layers and satellite positioning displayed on the computer.
This was when the satellite’s purpose became evident.
The blurry image was zoomed in and, using AI software for post-processing, a relatively clear picture was rendered, although it certainly wasn’t as good as during the day.