At ten o’clock in the evening, Nova dia was brightly lit.
At this ti, all the female strears were online, as it was the pri ti to tempt the big brothers into sending gifts. There were also dedicated keyboard operators handling negotiations for paid sexual services.
Inside the manager’s office, a snow-white body was sprawled over the desk like a puppy, moaning and whimpering coquettishly.
Under the assault of her sweet voice, wicked and filthy desires surged violently. In less than two minutes, Anglo let out a choked cry, erupting deep within that tender, young body.
The girl dressed in a maid outfit lay there limply. Anglo comfortably smoked his post-sex cigarette, completely missing the flicker of contempt in the little girl’s eyes.
After resting for a while, the girl proactively removed the condom from Anglo and tossed it into the trash bin, pouting as she said, "Uncle Anglo, that bitch Qinka gave you such an attitude yesterday. How does she have the face to co back today?"
"That bitch. Sooner or later, I’ll have her gang-raped."
The more Anglo thought about it, the angrier he beca. That bitch hadn’t given him any face at all. She only agreed to return and stream for this account because Anglo promised to spend five thousand dollars to boost her popularity.
Qinka’s fans were mostly on her own account; her relationship with Anglo was purely collaborative.
The most hateful part was that she was clearly a cheap whore who slept with sugar daddies, yet Anglo hadn’t even touched her fingertip.
The more Anglo dwelled on it, the more aggrieved he felt. Staring at the sweet, adorable little girl before him, Anglo was furious.
Won’s this age were hard to control. Not only did she refuse to give him oral sex, but she also only ever asked for money. Her condition for sleeping with him tonight was that her parents weren’t ho.
Tonight, she could accompany a client overnight. She wanted Anglo to help pick a young one willing to pay more.
Moreover, he couldn’t take a cut from her earnings tonight. The price for that was letting Anglo fuck her once. For this underage girl he couldn’t even sign to a contract, Anglo had no choice but to swallow his anger.
Chena walked in, looking sowhat pleased, and said, "Boss, I’ve received a decent order. It’s from a regular custor, referred by soone, requesting a younger girl."
"How much money?"
Aiai’s eyes went wide.
"They said if the service is good, they can pay one thousand dollars, and for an overnight stay, one thousand five hundred dollars."
Upon hearing the price, Aiai’s eyes lit up.
The usual rates here weren’t high, primarily due to the small-ti identities. A quick session typically went for around three hundred dollars, an overnight for five hundred, and the company still took its usual cut.
A price of one thousand five hundred dollars, with no commission taken, naturally made her heart flutter.
Anglo said sowhat resentfully, "You can’t even register at the hotel."
Before Chena could respond, Aiai hugged Anglo and pleaded, "He can sneak in through the back door. Just have him co down to get , okay? Uncle Anglo, please let go. At most... next ti I’ll give you a blowjob, okay?"
"Don’t wait for next ti. Do it now!"
Anglo grabbed her and thrust his sen-sared cock into her mouth. Aiai frowned, visibly disgusted, but for the money’s sake, she patiently began to lick.
"Boss, the client said the younger the better, and they need five girls in total."
Chena seized the mont to curry favor. Anglo picked up his phone to check. Deewa hadn’t co to cause trouble tonight, and Qinka’s stream was going smoothly, which improved his mood a little.
After a mont’s thought, Anglo said, "Alright then. Have the driver take them over. Notify the others to co back and cover their shifts tonight."
"Everyone work hard tonight. Try to secure overnight clients before midnight. Otherwise, I’m wasting my money keeping you all."
"Uncle Anglo is the best!"
Aiai cheered, wiping her little mouth and pulling on her panties, already daydreaming about the night’s inco.
Arranging for a client to take the fall was easy, but finding a regular custor for that was harder.
Following Anglo’s usual procedures, girls could be arranged to accompany clients to bars or nightclubs and stay overnight at hotels. After all, they weren’t professional sex workers, so these girls were naturally playful and preferred to build so rapport first.
Luis naturally contacted Fatty and so guys from the auto repair shop. Then, he booked a private room at the KTV in Ocean Hotel and waited for the girls to arrive.
Once he confird the underage Aiai had arrived, Luis quite immorally turned around and called the police.
Of course, he had discussed it beforehand with his master, Fatty. Fatty didn’t mind, and upon hearing that his master’s wife wouldn’t bla him, he happily drank and played his part in the charade.
At eleven o’clock, police officers stord the private room and took everyone away.
At the barbecue restaurant across from Nova dia, the window seats on the second floor had been reserved well in advance. Every person entering the shop couldn’t help but glance in that direction.
Because seated there were three won of breathtaking beauty, all holding wine glasses and staring fixedly at the office building opposite.
Most infuriating was that Luis arrived late, plopped down, raised his glass for a big gulp, and said, "Should be just in ti. The main show is about to start."
"Those who went in must be plainclothes officers, right?"
Nancy, with her sharp eyes, asked.
It was past midnight, and there was little traffic in or out of the office building. From this angle, they could see so unfamiliar, burly n entering. So went into the security room, others headed towards the property managent office.
"Should be. The KTV just took people in, and then Captain’s team set out."
Not long after, several police cars pulled up. Squads of officers, having received their orders, rushed inside.
"Co on, let’s go down!"
Luis imdiately paid the bill and led them downstairs. Like the other onlookers, they stood beside the police cordon, straining their necks to peer inside.
The people who had entered earlier had already secured all the access points. Only after the deploynt was complete did the main force move in to make arrests.
Anglo’s operations were mainly concentrated in the evenings, with the busiest period from 11 PM to early morning. The company was practically packed at this hour.
Soon, they saw the staff inside being thodically escorted onto police minibuses.
Then, Captain personally led the team, dragging out a deathly pale Anglo, shoving him into his own car. He shot Luis a aningful glance before driving off.
Everyone was arrested. Computers and phones were sealed as evidence.
Logically, spending a night with these three stunning won should have yielded so benefit. But he had rely booked a room at the Gestor Palace for the night to wait for news.
In the end, each of the three won locked their own doors, seemingly too proud and not wanting to be mocked, all firmly refusing.
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