Disorganized Crime – Chapter 8.8

Immediately after the shot of whiskey, the mommy-san stood up and opened the door to the room. In walked a line of fifteen young, beautiful  Chinese girls. On Brig’s “Scale of Attraction,” all of these girls were at least eights, and several of them were tipping the scales at ten. Brig thought it might be be the highest concentration of beautiful women he had ever seen at one time. Most of the girls were wearing the company uniform, a pinkish prom-like dress, two were in black evening gowns, and a couple more were in ordinary street clothes. All of them wore a badge with a number on it. They lined up side-by-side in front of the men. The mommy-san issued a command and the girls announced where they were from. “Dongbei,” “Zhejiang,” “Sichuan,” “Harbin

When they had finished, Tommy asked the group, “Do any of you speak English?”  

Some of the girls giggled amongst themselves, some remained straight-faced, while others shifted nervously as Brig stared, mouth slightly ajar. None of the girls raised their hands

“How about Cantonese? Do any of you speak Cantonese?” Tommy asked. Three girls shyly raised their hands.

“Go ahead. Pick,” Tommy said to Brig.

“What?” Brig said dreamily.

“Pick a girl. You are our guest, and you have the honor of picking first.”

“Pick? Pick what? One of them? For what?”

“Sing. Dance. Chat. Drink. Whatever you want.”

“Are they…?”  Brig was too shocked to say it, afraid it might hurt the girl’s feelings.

“Prostitutes? Do you mean, can you fuck them? Yes. Some of them. But they have to agree. Usually, they charge gwailos more because the perception is that gwailo’s dicks are bigger. But don’t worry about that. Just pick!”

“No. No thanks. I’m good.”  Brig had never been with a prostitute before, and though his loins were growing warm, his religious upbringing was winning out.

“Seriously?” Tommy was dumbfounded.

“Yeah. I’ve never paid for it…and it seems wrong.”

Tommy looked at him incredulously for several seconds. He turned to Tarantino and Peter and explained the situation.

The entire room burst into laughter. Brig’s face turned beet red.

Peter took pity on Brig and tried to make him feel more at ease. “Brig. It’s no big deal. You don’t have to do anything with them. You don’t even have to talk to them if you don’t want to. But you should pick one, or two. This is their job. If you don’t pick one, somebody else will, and if they don’t get picked, they don’t get paid.”

“I’m not gay or anything, but I’d fuck Elvis!” Tarantino yelled, a reference to a line in the movie “True Blue” that nobody else in the room understood, even Brig.

“I’m not gay!” Brig objected angrily.

“Hey, brother. Don’t worry about it,” Tommy said, trying to calm Brig down. “We have all night. If you change your mind…”

“That one!” Brig interrupted, pointing at one of the girls that spoke Cantonese.

The girl pointed back at herself, and mouthed, “Me?” looking at the mommy for approval. The mommy nodded her head affirmatively and motioned for her to sit down next to Brig.

“Good choice. Very pretty. But her tits are too small for me,” Tommy opined.

“My name is Buck…” Tarantino offered, winking at Brig.

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