Help Wanted

                                Help Wanted - Chapter 22

       I'd only been in Las Vegas twice and both times it was on business. Perhaps the third time would be the charm as some of the gamblers like to say. I rented a car and located a room off the Strip that didn't cater to the high rollers or those here just to get in trouble. Still that evening while I had a drink before dinner, all on Ernst's nickel,  yours truly was propositioned by not one but two members of the welcome wagon, hawking various deals from many of the local establishments. In my case they even promised a great time with either provided I was in a charitable mood. Failing to tempt me, they moved on to another lonesome drinker a few stools down from me.

       After dinner, such as it was, I acted like a tourist and collected lots of maps and information offered by the various casinos waiting to relieve me of my money. There was even a discrete brochure touting a whorehouse located outside of the county. I resisted temptation and headed back to my room. That was when this lady with absolutely no taste in makeup or dress intercepted me. Even in this rather dim light it was apparent she'd seen more than fifty winters. We walked down the long corridor to my room and she gave me a running account of her price list, which wasn't that bad even considering her advanced age. At my door she put down the hammer, only in this case it was her dress that came up to reveal a glistening, shaved pudendum. I had to admit it looked like someone had sewn a teenager's pussy onto this old woman's body.

       "Twenty bucks an hour for anything your little heart desires except old mom's ass, that's on special for fifty bucks a throw and as many throws as you can make."

       I had to admit being tempted. Evidently she realized I might be a live one, so she made me a deal that I could not resist. For one hundred bucks every square inch of old mom was available for as long as I wanted to use her, and she'd pay for breakfast. Hell, it was Ernst's money, but not until I either cracked the case or gave up trying. Just to get her off my back I slipped the lady ten bucks and wished her luck for the evening. The money disappeared and without so much as a thank you she turned tail and headed back to where the action was. I was tired and knew tomorrow was going to be a busy day. I hit the pillow and fell fast asleep.

       Making the rounds of Las Vegas is no picnic. It seems that this city is made up strictly by casinos and high rises that act almost like gigantic pitcher plants, swallowing tourists whole and not returning them until they are dead broke, their credit cards reduced to empty plastic . I heard lots of stories about entire families so broke they could not even make a telephone call. The ones that were the juciest involved teenagers, nice girls who were forced by circumstances to become hookers with their parents acting as their pimps. My guess is that ninety-nine point nine percent are bogus, but they add to the mystique of Sin City, which is not as sinful as it used to be.

       After a long fruitless day this shamus was ready for a drink, something to eat and a good night's sleep. On my way to dinner an old nuisance blocked my way. Her attire featured a see-through blouse that showed she didn't wear a bra, but had some rather impressive tits even though they sagged somewhat, and white capri pants that were so tight her red thong was clearly on display. She grinned and suggested I buy her dinner and afterward she'd relieve my needs once we got back to my room and its nice comfortable bed. I'd been too busy to eat lunch, so why not extend the hand of friendship to this sorry soul and put it on my client's bill. It was the smartest move I made since arriving in Vegas.

       We were quickly seated in a corner of the large dining room and at a nod from my companion menus appeared along with two wine glasses. It was about then I realized this crazy old lady was not who I thought she was, by a long shot. A wine list arrived and my "date" took responsibility for selecting a wine that fit what we would have for dinner. Then with a twinkle in her eyes and a small smile on her face she introduced herself as the owner of this establishment. Rarely do I get flustered, but this was one of those times. It turned out that Roxy, her stage name, was once a hooker who worked the Strip back in the bad old days. About every other week she'd get arrested and be driven to some quiet place where she paid her fine in pussy, or if she was late with this tribute, her ass.

       Once she was kidnapped by a pimp who considered her to be trespassing on his territory. In the ten days that followed, she took on nearly two hundred tricks. It took her only a few times to understand that any trouble from her would mean pain and punishment. The first time he was hung by her wrists from a curtain rod in the bathroom and beaten senseless with a rubber hose. She woke up in the middle of being dunked into the toilet filled with piss and turds. Roxy became a good little whore until she balked at the prospect of having two guys with rather large cocks deciding that she could take them both up her ass at the same time.

       This time it was much worse. She was spread out on a filthy mattress, her wrists and ankles tied to the corners of the bed, which squeaked with almost every move that was made on it. Any complaint from those customers using her body meant a visit from the pimp's strong-arm guy. He used his fists and lit cigarettes to discipline her, making sure that the burns weren't obvious to the customers. He burned the area under her firm tits and in her armpits. His fists were reserved for the front of her thighs, the upper portion of her arms and her rib cage. Breathing became a struggle, especially when she was covered by some fat trick  trying to stab her sore cunt with his cock, laughing at the way her face contorted with every thrust he made into her. Things got even worse when later on they flipped her over onto her belly and the tricks had their choice of her cunt or asshole. She bled for days from this treatment.

       Roxy learned a lesson that she never forgot. To be an independent meant making some connections and making sure they are on your side. She stayed out of the way of the fat cats and pimps like the one that had "trained" her.  She saved her money and started investing between tricks. From there she built up a little business that allowed her to move from the street to a nice secluded bungalow. They had bungalows in those days. She met a man and they hit it off. She let him know what she did for a living and that she was continuing it until they got rich. He thought that was a fine idea and two years later they made it legal. He was the first of three. The second one got her pregnant and she decided it was time to become a mother and let younger ladies do the hard work while she watched the baby and made a number of shrewd investments. This place belonged to her free and clear. Roxy also had a piece of the action from three small casinos located in the old town area of Vegas. I had to be impressed by the way she pulled herself up by her boot straps.

       During dinner Roxy explained the costume, which only made me wince and thank my lucky stars that I wasn't in the mood for any hanky panky from what I took to be a whore down on her luck. Evidently the ten bucks she got from me put yours truly into a special category. Had I invited her into my room Roxy would have teased me and then provided a chit for a free breakfast or half price on my next stay at her place. However she rarely ran into anyone that gave her something for nothing. That was unheard of in Vegas, no matter where you stayed.

       The next thing she was asking what brought me here, since I didn't look or act like most of the folks that came to her place. Knowing there was nothing to lose, I told her why and my lack of success to date. By the time she left me at the bar to make her rounds, she knew as much about what was happening as I did. She suggested I sleep late and make my rounds one more day, while she asked around about Herr Heinkle.

       Parking was costing me more than the daily charge for the rental car. My client might complain, but ultimately he'd pay, especially if yours truly solved the mystery of the green-eyed teenager. Of the countless places I tried, they yielded either a blank stare or threats to have me arrested for trespassing. So much for Las Vegas hospitality, unless you had fifty dollar bills coming out of your ears. Trying to reach my client, Ernst, got only a recorded message from wherever he was staying. Had I known where he was and what he was doing, I'd have caught the next flight back, found him and broken some of his bones. Back at the hotel things didn't get much better. Roxy was nowhere in sight despite my inquiries at the desk, bar and restaurant.

       The next morning after a fitful sleep, yours truly found himself having breakfast downstairs just after the place opened for business. I was about ready to leave and start pounding the pavement for another day when she breezed in and settled herself across from me.

       "Guess what color my panties are and you win a prize."

       From the look on her face, she had good news for me, so I played her little game and guessed red considering that thong she wore the last time I saw her in action. She shook her head and patted my hand.

       "Too bad cowboy, the answer was nude. I never wear panties in the morning, it cramps my style if a prospect invites me into his room for a little naughty naughty. Why don't you have some more coffeee while I get some food into me. I've been very busy since we last saw each other."

       While my companion had breakfast, I couldn't help but notice that the sunlight was giving me a great view of her big, braless tits. Combine that with her admission of no panties got me thinking that perhaps someone had just got lucky, or someone was about to get lucky. I had to admit that she was looking better and better even if she didn't solve my problem. Finally she finished, wiped her lips and gave me another grin.

As usual she caught me off guard, asking if I enjoyed the view. I smiled back at her and nodded my head. Then the trap was sprung and yours truly was captured.

       "The information I have for you is going to be worth something that I'll determine after you see who you have to see. Now pay attention to what I have to say and stop drooling over my tits. I've got a  surgeon who can work miracles and he has an interesting way of charging his special customers, like myself. I had to entertain him and his friends, both sexes, for six weeks, starting every Sunday at four in the afternoon and ending when they got tired of making me do dirty things to and with his guests. I could hardly walk straight once they got done with me, usually early Monday morning, but it was all worth it. He tells me my squeezies are good for five years if I treat them right, but the warranty ends then, come hell or high water."

        I couldn't help but wonder if the pussy she showed previously was another example of her doctor's skill and what did that cost her? She must have read my mind by the look on her face. It took only a few seconds for me to put pussy and tits out of my mind and listen to what my confidante had to say. It was an  amazing story, and coming from anyone else it wouldn't have been believable. She had tried checking all the casinos for Horst Heinkle, but came up empty despite using her contacts. However one of her sources did suggest that her quarry might possibly be at a place outside of Vegas open only to those with not only power and money, but tastes that were distinctly off the beaten path. It sounded like my best hope, but how was I going to be able to get into this fortress in the desert? The way Roxy was licking her lips and trying to control herself indicated she had an approach

       A limo carried the clients to and from the airport and the desert resort. She planned for me to be an arriving passenger with the proper credentials to be accepted as a client. From that point I had less than a day before the masquerade would be exposed and I'd be asked to leave and never come back or face the consequences. If Herr Heinkle was not to be found, my client would face a large bill for a day at the resort of resorts. It was the best shot available and like most of the visitors, I was going to bet on a natural and pray for a miracle. She had even prepared a disguise for me with respect to my attire. I promised to get everything dry cleaned once I didn't need it. She laughed and hinted that she expected a whole lot more than that. Things were beginning to simmer and damned if yours truly wasn't looking forward to it.

       It was so easy to get in this place I was astonished, beginning to wonder just what kind of security they used to keep order. The answer came in the form of my television set. There were the usual set of buttons showing the amenities offered by this place, and they were impressive. It was the other set of buttons that got my attention and blew me away. For a few moments I thought it was a run of the mill porn movie. Just as I decided to see what else was available on the tube, things began to get weird, very weird. This was no standard  stroke flick based on what was happening.

       There was a naked woman tied down to the bed who looked to be in her early fifties. The ball gag in her mouth muffled her grunts and screams as the naked guy who looked to be in his mid thirties was laying the leather to the old gal's pillowy tits. From the looks of her body, she had been taking plenty of leather. There were welts and cuts from her knees to just above those big mounds that had seen lots and lots of attention. The guy took a break but not before he split her fat cunt lips with a couple of very serious blows from that studded leather strap he was using. I was about to call security when he yanked the gag from the woman's mouth and slapped her face a couple of times to make sure she was conscious. What he said made the hair on my nape stand up stiff.

       "Mom, you want a break? I'm getting tired of laying the leather to you and I don't want to use you up when Roger and his latest girlfriend are so eager to make your acquaintance. You want me to call for that big, black guy who nailed you last night? I was afraid he was going to rip you in two! He almost gave me an inferiority complex. Maybe that's why I ass fucked you later, just to demonstrate that I can still bring it to you no matter what the situation."

       I switched to another channel and was confronted by more of the same. This time it was a teenager who coudn't have been more than sixteen. She was on her belly, pipe stem arms and legs tied so tightly to the corners of the bed that her hands and feet were swollen. There must have been more than one camera in the room since the view switched back and forth to show what was happening to the skinny victim. One of them, apparently a teenager a little older than the victim, was squatting over her butt, holding her welted cheeks apart so his thick cock could split her asshole. His companion, an older man, was on his knees in front of the girl, holding the teen's head steady in his big hands. He was pumping his cock in and out of her mouth, now and then pushing into the back of her throat to make her gag.

       That was enough for me and so yours truly headed for the darkness of the bar. I downed a quick one and nursed another as men and women swirled in and out of my vision. I caught bits and pieces of conversations, then a pair of "gentlemen" sat down beside me and started comparing notes on what was playing on the various channels. Evidently one had been here for nearly a week and he bragged that he'd seen everyone of the activities they showed including samples of coming attracti0ns. My ears pricked up at the mention of the hot blonde with the German accent who was entertaining an entire family of perverts. Evidently the tape was still playing, but she wasn't.

       I let what I heard sink in good and solid before I interrupted those two and innocently asked how often the tapes changed. The one with all the answers told me that most of the "stars" lasted no longer than two or three sessions, since the punishment that their friends and neighbors dished out was well in excess of what was served up in a concentration camp. The best tapes were shown for weeks despite the absence of the people who starred in them. Usually they had returned to their homes or hospitals where their identities were guaranteed security. That made me think of where the fake Uta was by now. Had Ernst managed to spring her from that private hospital, or was she still being jolted by massive amounts of electricity between hot and cold immersions, special enemas and anything else those white-coated sadists could dream up for her?

       I went back to my room and started channel surfing. You name it, it was on one of these channels. What was interesting were the number of males that were getting raped and ruined by women as well as men. Many of these male victim sessions took place in what looked to be a dungeon. I had to admit that seeing how much pain some of these men could endure and still function was truly amazing. There were men with bellies so big from forced ingestion of water and other unmentionables that it was amazing they could breathe. Others were whipped front and back until it was almost impossible to see individual marks.

       The one that really stood out was the poor devil in his late forties forced to sit down on a metal dildo that must have been a foot in length and thick. Then his captors, three half-naked, overweight women, strapped him securely into the heavy wooden chair. That done, they attached wires clipped to his cock, balls, nipples, ears and tongue, before threading one into his cock that was surprisingly hard considering what was in store for him. The wires were hooked  to a small black box and one of the grinning harridans flipped the switch and the poor soul began to tremble. She turned the power up and his entire body began to thrash against the bonds holding him to the chair. The power was turned off so he could catch his breath and then they fried him a second time. I changed the channel at that point and took a breather. That last session had really bothered me.

       After a short rest I got back to it and surfed a few more channels that featured mostly women getting raped, tortured and even fucked by dogs. Then just as I was about to take another break from the dreary events playing on my television, up popped Uta or was she the fake one?. Very bad things were being done to her firm, naked body by a group of folks running the gamut in age. As I watched transfixed, the apparent leader of this pack of sadists grabbed her by the hair and nearly yanked it from her scalp. Since the teenager was tied spread-eagle fashion to the large bed, there was little she could do to protect herself from what was happening. Despite my queasy stomach, I settled in and watched what occurred in this chamber of horrors.

                       (To be continued - lex ludite)