The Replacements - Part Two

As reach the outskirts of the suburbs I finally spy my destination, a now largely defunct strip of big box stores with only a scant few lights on inside the looming long buildings. As I approach, easily finding a parking space right near the building marked as number twelve.

In the darkness I squint, looking out as I spot my broker, the woman lowering her glasses as she gives me a look before sending a text.

The leggy Latina in her late twenties stands by a dimly lit doorway, her leather mini skirt clad legs crossed as she stands in a pair of painfully high stilettos. Her thick and wavy hair shimmers in the faint lighting of the parking lot, sweat causing it to cling to her skin. Fake eyelashes flutter from behind a large set of bright pink glasses as she taps out a message on her phone, her long pointed nails clicking at the screen.

Her rack is tightly bound in a moss green long-sleeve tie top, a hint of some foreign language tattooed on her collar bone just barely peeking out from behind the fabric.

 

As I park the car I watch as a man steps out of the door, the nerdy looking guy walking with a swagger than seemed far from the gangly young man dressed in a FFXIV shirt and poorly fitted jeans. The guy in his early thirties quickly approaches my door, opening it for me before holding out his hand expectantly.

"I'm fine..." I mutter, slinging my legs around and standing up on my own without his help.

"The keys" he sighs, shifting his pale fingers in a beckoning fashion. "Gotta move the..." he continues to grumble, the sound of clicking heels seemingly taking him off guard.

"OH EM GEEE" cries the Latina, the party girl screeching seemingly catching us all off guard. When I had first been contacted by the broker she had been far quieter, cunning even, a great eye for people and a mind turned towards how to best use it.

Her eyes twitch a little, one of her heavily manicured hands flying to her mouth as the man gives her a glare.

"Sorry sorry" she whispers, giggling a little before biting her lips to stop herself. Her mannerisms she to change in an instant, something clicking in her brain as she shifts from a girly and effeminate stance into something a little plainer and serious.

"It's like..." she begins, coughing a little as the 'like' comes out. "Sorry, still in character. I double booked and needed to go to Brooke's little sister's..." she begins to explain, pausing even with a deep breath. "Never mind, Toby can you be a dear and..."

"Move the car, I know I just need the..." the man grumbles, struggling to avoid simply staring at the hot younger woman's chest. Looking into the car he sees the keys in the ignition, the nerdy guy brushing past me as he hops inside and slams the door.

"Sorry about Toby" the broker states, adjusting her oversized pink lens as she straightens up further. She seems to treat them like actual reading glass, sliding them up the bridge of her nose as she appraises me from behind them. "He's been mad since he had to swap out to keep the heat down, this way sweetie" she coos, waving me over to the door."

She waltzes ahead of me, the generous sway of her hips narrowing as she daintily minces and controls the otherwise sultry motion of her body. As she reaches the glass door she quickly wrenches it open, stumbling in her heels as it seems to catch on it's rusted worn hinges.

Inside is a wide and open space, empty shelves lining what used to be a electronics store from one wall to another. The sound of power tools fill the air, muffled voices speaking in hushed tones carrying over from somewhere deeper into the defunct store.

The Latina quickly ops inside, reaching down to a small counter to grab a packet of mints. She quickly pours two out, holding out her hand.

"Mint?" she asks, smiling as I give her a little shake of my head. "Honey... trust me, you kind of need..." she begins to say, the slight urging being all I need to quickly take the litle white pills before chewing on both of them.

Stale, metallic and overall kind of gross is all I can do to describe them. My face scrunches up as I chew, the chalky tablets not even making my breath any better.

Seemingly catching my disgust she looks down at the packet, shrugging a little. "Guess they must be a bit past their use by" she explains, placing them back down before waltzing a little deeper into the store. She looks around, flinching a little as the sound of a bone saw rending its way through something solid fills the air.

"You'll love this new you" she coos, walking to the left and following along a set of shelves. I quickly follow along behind her, rubbing my tongue with my teeth as I try to get the taste of the mints off in anyway I can.

"So... who is..." I begin to ask, my voice low and hushed as the nature of this place looms large in my mind.

"The client?" she asks, finishing my sentence. "They're great, they just adored you profile when I ran it past them. A college teacher, multiple degrees, so smart as a whip. Single, a little on the... submissive and agreeable side, they thought you were the bees knees" she chirps, not even missing a beat as she uses the practically ancient compliment.

"No no, I mean... Really?" I mutter, my line of inquiry derailing at the praise.

"Of course sweetie" she chirps, taking a quick turn towards the back of the building and the sound of the tool whirring and cutting. "They don't know who is behind all that, privacy is very important to us as I'm sure you're aware by now. However, with that resume and your hobbies they practically begged for us to help."

As we round the corner my balance seems off, my head swimming a little in the low light that surrounds us. I stagger a bit, struggling to get my footing as I follow behind the Latina.

"So..." I begin to muse, licking my lips a little and swallowing head as I try to focus. "When do I get to see my new... or do I meet the other..." I begin to ask, my words falling short as my legs suddenly give out from under me.

I hit the floor with a loud slam, the broker merely pivoting around and bending over with her ass out to speak down to me.

"Looks like someone didn't eat before coming here" she chuckles, flashing a dazzling smile. "Don't worry dear, the meds can really pack a punch. We're just a little on the pump on this one and need to get you out of here before sun up" she explains, quickly typing at her phone once again to summon someone to help.

I watch as she types, my vision growing hazier and my eyelids become heavier by the second.

"Don't worry, we'll have a little chat once we're d..."

"...isible scaring?" asks a familiar voice, the broker questioning someone in the darkness. My mind reels, the cogs inside struggling to connect the two sentences in any way that makes sense. The numbness in my body feels almost distant, the vague lack of sensation rapidly becoming fleeting as my heart begins to race in my chest.

"None that we can see" comes a gruff voice, the deep and gravelly tone echoing through the room even as they try to keep things quiet. "Doubt anyone will know, they'd need a brain sample and even then it'd need to be the right..."

"Wha..." I croak, coughing and hacking as I feel a stinging pain in my throat. It feels like something had been stuffed inside, the intubation tube leaving me with a prominent aching that demands attention.

"Sleeping beauty's awake" chuckles the gravelly tone, a large hand clasping my shoulder as a set of calloused finger give the supple flesh a little squeeze. "Told ya though, the smarter ones always come to quick. Makes it so much easier to get 'em.." he continues, letting go as the voice begins to grow distant as well.

"Can you get the..."the broker begins the ask, her voice cutting short as the man calls back.

"Already on it..." the man shouts back, needing to raise his voice to be heard as he moves somewhere deeper into the building and behind further walls. "Can you un..." he tries to ask, the sound of a creaking door being all that needed to cut him out.

My eyes begin to flutter open, the dim light thankfully making it easier to adjust from the darkness mere moments ago. Catching my movements the broker gasps, the clicking of her stilettos filling the air around us as she races off to grab something.

"Oh my" she coos excitedly, a low grunt and huff slipping from her soft lips as the sound of her footfalls begin to grow closer once again. A loud thud rings out from right in front of me, my head pounding at the deep and bassy sound.

"How are you feeling?" she asks, waltzing around behind me as I feel her hands beginning to rub my shoulders. "It's amazing right? So different and...Mmmmm..." she begins to muse, her voice shifting to a moaning purr as she reminisces about something.

As I try to move I feel myself stuck in place. Elastic straps hold my wrists and ankles in place, my legs parted as I find myself held to the legs of my seat. My neck as well is tied tightly to the back of the seat, a wider and softer strap lightly binding me with the threat of strangulation.

My eyes snap wide open as I feel the bindings, the sudden surge of panic waking me up more than enough to break free from the dullness gripping my body. I immediately catch the sight of the Latina, my broker, as she stands in front of me.

For a second I feel my mind skip a beat, watching as she massages someone across from me while feeling her rub my own shoulders. A smirk spreads across her lips as she catches some hint of my confusion, her eyes darting to the right slightly from behind her rose colored glasses. Glancing over I notice a large black slender section of wood, a cheap and flimsy frame for a cheap and flimsy mirror.

My jaw drop and a squeak escaping my lips as I drink in the reflection of...