Peddling girls was big business. The trip to Estonia had been her third trip as a stand-in driver, her total cut to date would be enough for a substantial deposit — far removed from the grimy flat in Bridleton, the cover address in her driving licence in case the pigs came sniffing.
Four years ago she had been duped by Mason on one of his fuck visits; he had rescued her and Lucia, her younger sister from the clutches of a bondage parlour in Hamburg and promised them a better life, but they had been herded onto a truck instead. The resentment burned all the way to England. When he started to grope her as she stepped off the truck, she gobbed over him and kneed him in the balls. He didn’t react or gasp with pain, just smiled.
A sadist’s smile.
She remembered the delight he took to indoctrinate her, instead the punishment had opened up a craving for depravities. She had found the key to his psyche and his ego, a ruthless and perverted bastard who hungered for humiliation from a woman. Perversely, for the first time in her life she had power over a man, and she stayed to service him. Her sister wasn’t so favoured and, despite both their entreaties, Lucia was sold on to a paedophile gang.
That was something she could never forget — or forgive. For her, it had been easy money and a comfortable life style; she knew the routes, she could drive — and she could choose the new victims — she choked back the memory — just like her and her sister...
...‘Can I help you?’
Sonja turned round. A man was beaming at her from the open door. Salesman: clean-cut, short hair, smart jacket and trousers, white shirt and floppy tie. Mid thirties; tanned skin, looked like he worked out, and been around long enough to know what customers wanted.
Maybe he’d get lucky at the apartment.
She pointed at the picture. ‘That one.’
He walked up to her and peered at it. ‘Very good choice, madam. Location is perfect,’ he lowered his voice, ‘and priced to sell.’
‘Can I see it?’
He hesitated, avoided the question. ‘I’m Rick Graham. Perhaps if you step inside I can take a few details.’
Inside, the few personal details, included him contemplating her bust size, seemed to satisfy him. She was financially solvent and — from his point of view — interested in him as well as the property.
She held his gaze; he would be an easy lay, one more payback for what Mason had done. Professionalism wouldn’t count when she had a hand on his hard-on.
Rick looked at his watch and smiled at her, one of those knowing smiles with a glint of suggestiveness in his eyes. ‘Ms. Borski, we could go now, if you like.’
She nodded, told him to call her Sonja, and they got up. At the door she waved politely at the traffic warden who was approaching, and told Rick that she would follow him. His car was parked round the back in the allotted space. Two minutes later he was outside, and it was a further fifteen minutes trip across the city and up to Clifton Downs.
‘The owner is emigrating,’ he told her as they took off their shoes — his loafers, and her calf length boots — and entered. ‘He’s leaving all the furniture and fittings, including carpets; all expensive Axminsters.’
The apartment was set on the second floor of a grand regency building. It had high ceilings, sash windows, flowing curtains, and an air of grandeur about it. Old fashioned, some would call it, but Sonja loved the smell of faded lavender and pine, and the feel of the carpet under her toes.
And then the feel of Rick Graham’s naked body.
‘Look what the fucking cat’s dragged in,’ said Mason to the girl on his lap. ‘Where’ve you been?’
Sonja brushed back her ponytail, dumped her shopping bags on the floor, and laughed. ‘Out shagging … why? You miss me?’
He gave her a glare. ‘I find out that’s fucking true … you’re finished.’
‘Think again, smart-arse. You need me.’
Out of order, bitch.
He grimaced, lips curling into a sick smile; turned back to the girl who was buttoning up her blouse and looking worried. ‘Hear that, Marcie? She’s just jealous I got a younger playmate.’ He picked up a small phial from the bedside table, opened the top and slipped a blue pill down his throat. ‘Now that Sonja’s back, it’s time for punishment.’ He gripped the girl’s arm and pushed her forward. ‘Go and make Sonja welcome, baby.’