Tuesday, September 20th, 9:11 P.M.
Wanda works at Captivating Pull, which is located in
a part of town where dark, seedy alleys lead to darker, seedier alleys, which
lead to closed down former mechanic shops where you can get anything and
everything if anything and everything is cocaine and cocaine accessories. Rarely do I venture into this part of town,
but every time I do I vow never to step foot there again.
When I arrived at Captivating Pull I was greeted by
a smiling big breasted blonde greeter in a business suit sitting behind a
desk. "Hi, welcome to Captivating
Pull."
"Hi. I'm
actually here to see someone."
"Okay, sir.
Is it one of our guests at the club tonight or one of our
performers?"
"A performer."
"Ah, I see.
Tell me her name and I'll see if she's working tonight."
"I'm looking for Wanda."
The smile suddenly left the greeter's face. "Oh, Wanda. Are you sure that's the name of the girl
you're looking for?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Is that her real name or the name she performs
under?"
At this point I put a little bass in my voice to
show that I was serious. "Her real
name. Wanda Petrel."
After hearing me say that the greeter got up and
went into the club area. I expected her
to come back with either Wanda or a big burly security guard to toss me
out. What she came back with was a
short, moderately build verbrecher gentleman in a fine business suit. He greeted me with a handshake and a mute
expression. "Hello. I am Anderson Anole, manager of this
club. Could you follow me
please?" I followed Mr. Anole
through his club, past many alluring women, back into his office. Mr. Anole let me into his office, closed the
door behind me, then walked around behind his desk. I was just beginning to look around the office
when I heard a click in front of me.
"Get your hands up."
There was Anderson standing with a gun pointed at me and a terrified
look on his face.
"Man, what are you doing?"
"I said get your hands up!" I did as the man with the gun said. "Who are you and who sent you?"
"My name is Hato Shurtleff and no one sent
me. I'm trying to find my friend
Wanda."
"Did that kid send you?"
"What kid?"
"That tall kid that Wanda was always going home
with."
I thought for a moment. "You mean Sparra."
"Yes, that's the one. Are you with him?"
"Sparra is my friend but he didn't send me
here."
"Liar!"
Anderson pointed the gun more intently now. "Tell me why I shouldn't shoot you right
now."
It took me a second to figure out how to play
this. "Shooting an unarmed opfer in
your office would be bad for business."
Anderson must have bought this because he slowly started to put his gun
down. "Look, I'm not looking to
harm anyone. I just want to find my
friends and get out of this town."
Anderson put his gun down on his desk and started
looking around for something. "You
don't know what happened to Wanda?"
"No."
Anderson found what he was looking for, a pack of
smokes and a lighter. "So, you
don't know why I'm ancy about running into your friend, Sparra."
"No, I don't."
Anderson lit a cigarette, took a long drag on it,
and began talking. "You see, at
Captivating Pull, we offer many different sexual opportunities to our
clients. We can accommodate anything
from a striptease to a lapdance to full on intercourse and beyond. Our opportunities are pricy, but the demand
is strong. One day, this guy comes in
here, plops down an envelope filled with cash, and requests something he called
the graveyard treatment."
I was puzzled by this. "What is the graveyard treatment?"
"It's where you fuck a corpse. We've simulated things like this before, but
this gentleman was insistent on getting the authentic experience, and he was
willing to pay a lot of money to get it."
I hesitated in asking this next question. "What do you mean the authentic
experience?"
"To actually fuck a dead woman. I negotiated a price and a girl for him, then
I took the necessary steps to accommodate him."
"Wait.
Are you telling me you killed a woman so that somebody could give you
money to fuck her dead body?"
"Yep."
"Did you go through with this
transaction?"
"Yep."
"Was the woman that you killed in order to
facilitate this transaction Wanda?"
"Yep."
The matter of fact way that Anderson admitted to his
heinous crime aggravated me. "You
inhuman piece of shit. How can you in an
almost bragging manner, admit to treating a human being like that? You miserable little-"
I stopped when I noticed Anderson had picked up his
gun and was pointing it at me again.
"I killed your friend when he started talking to me like that. If you don't want to end up like him, get out
now."
I stood there for a moment, contemplating taking my
chances in attacking this slimeball.
Then I remembered what my Dad said to me, his faith that I would survive
this. I couldn't let him down, not like
this.
So I left Captivating Pull and the section of the
city it was in, vowing again never to step foot there. I don't know if what Anderson Anole said
about my friends is true, but I dread finding out. Now to see if Delany is all right. I hope to God she is.
Hato Shurtleff
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