Pixie Pt. 03 Ch. 04: BURMA

The moon was almost hidden, and the stars were beginning to hide, and Emm had taken all of her things inside. She was, she told me, going to have to talk with Ekaterina. She had, she confessed, fallen for Aly. I had never seen her like this.

'Emm,' I said, 'if this AUNTIE thing is going to work, then you need to concentrate. Ekaterina is a key contact, and we can't have you up and quitting.'

Emm looked glum. There was a reason that, despite her very high intelligence, some people thought her dumb, and that was not just because she was blonde and gorgeous and they were jealous (although she was and they were, so to speak). She saw the world through the filters of her desires, and, as it had tended to conform with what her money could buy, she was still unfamiliar with the idea that there were facts which would not yield to her wishes. This was one of those occasions.

'But Pix, I'm confused. Ekaterina loves me, she wants what's best for me, and I will tell her Aly is best for me.'

'Emm, that was three times you mentioned what you wanted. What do you suppose Ekaterina wants?'

'What's best for me, silly Pix. It's me who's the blonde.'

I gave up.

We were at Emm's London house, and we'd spent a beautiful early Autumn day in the garden planning things. But with the evening's chill, and the dark descending, we had moved inside.

We were due to dine at the Bayswater Hotel where Nat was the Night Manager. We were expecting the first consignment of girls that evening, and so thought we might as well take advantage of the free dinner she had offered us.

'Pix,' said Emm, with a familiar lilt in her voice, 'I'm confused.'

I smiled.

'By what, now, Emm, that people do not always want what you want?'

'Silly Pix, of course they do, no, not that, it's Nat. Do you think she fails to realise how horrible those eyebrows are? What's all that about?'

'I fear she thinks they make her look alluring and sexy.'

'Only to a someone who thinks a couple of nematodes above their eyes is a good look!'

She had a point, they did look like two etiolated flatworms who had died of exhaustion.

'Yes, I guess she has poor eyesight, or no mirrors,' I suggested.

'No bloody taste,' Emm barked, uncharacteristically uncharitable. Like me, she had taken an instant dislike to Nat.

When we got to the Hotel, Nat greeted us like long-lost friends; they were possibly the only sort she had.

'A pleasure to see you, honoured guests. I have ensured that your meal is of the highest standard. Aly, show our guests to the special dining room.'

Aly looked less than pleased with her task, but carried it out. Emm sought some sort of term of endearment from her, but Aly was offering none.

There was a set menu, so there was no waiting for the waitress. When she appeared, we could see it would have been worth waiting for her.

Naked, except for a thong and a little pinny, she was a nice looking brunette, with swelling breasts with hard pink nipples. Emm licked her lips, but I doubted it was for the melon balls starter. The wine waitress was similarly unattired. A tall blonde with small, firm tits. This made the meal something of a treat. Ever helpful, Emm wondered whether we ought not to come out in sympathy, as she put it. But I told her that if she wanted to eat in the nude she was welcome, but that as we had to talk to Nat afterwards, I preferred to be dressed.

It was hard to deny that it was distracting, and had Emm disrobed, it would have been more so; but she didn't, and it wasn't.

Emm, who did not usually drink very much, consumed a whole bottle - but as this required the blonde to make frequent trips to and from the table, which allowed Emm to observe her technique, so to say. Aly, who popped in and out seemed less impressed; indeed, anyone less insensitive than Emm might have wondered if she was cross.

Dinner over, Aly came in and told us that Nat was waiting for us in the ballroom.

The scene there was like something from a Middle Eastern slave market.

There were men with groups of women all over the room. As the main bidders, we got first choice, with the others having to wait. On a quick count, I reckoned there were a dozen groups of buyers.

'I will need to send some photographs back to the Crimea,' I told Nat's unmoving eyebrows. Being the fool she was, she let me. My phone picked up all the groups of men, as they were standing next to the girls. Headquarters would make good use of that material. For the first time we had photographic evidence of what was going on and who was participating in these markets. The question was could we keep everyone here for long enough?

One of the men, Albanian, to judge from the language he spoke to his comrades, went to Nat and objected to my taking photographs, but Nat put him in his place, telling him that as we were the preferred bidders he could leave now if he wanted. He backed off.

Emm, as ever, came to the rescue, asking one of the vendors whether she might 'sample' the product.

Typical of horny men, the entire male population of the room focused on Emm feeling the bare breasts of a Rumanian woman. It broke the tension.

My blood was boiling, and I was so glad we had joined the anti-trafficking Agency. It was the men, and not the women who were scum. How men could participate in this was beyond me - except it wasn't. I'd enough experience of male lust to know that when they started thinking with their penises, they behaved like dicks,

Nat, I noticed, was really beginning to annoy some of the buyers. Because she had us, she was behaving as though the others were also-rans, which particularly annoyed one of the Bulgarian gangs. The tension was rising, and I was conscious that three women in the room would be no match for these men if they got angry. I fingered my PPK. I hoped not to have to use it, but the more Nat berated the gangs, the worse the atmosphere became. The Albanian gang leader was talked agitatedly to his comrades. They were speaking too fast for my holiday Albanian, but the words 'lavire' and 'rrahu' - Albanian for 'whore' and 'beat up,' were clear, and worrying. I whispered the words to Emm. She looked at me.

'Leave it to me!'

She went over to Nat, who was in full argument mode with an ugly-looking Bulgarian and shook her.

'What, what?' Nat appeared affronted.

'This is what!' Emm slapped her face.

That stopped the men, who were beginning to finger their pockets in a menacing way.

Nat seemed dumbstruck.

'Can't you see, you stupid bitch that this lot are turning ugly, if you don't fucking stop we will all find ourselves in trouble.'

With that she slapped the other cheek.

'Sorry, Miss.' Nat looked strangely excited.

'Sorry?' Emm looked at her hungrily.

'You have been a naughty girl, haven't you? Naughty Natalie.'

The effect was astonishing. She blushed and bowed her head.

'Yes Miss, I have been a very naughty girl!'

'And do you know what happens to naughty girls?

'No, Miss.' The transformed Nat whispered the words.

'Aly,' Emm called over to her, 'come here and spank this bitch's ass.'

Aly gave a wolfish grin.

'Hey, yes, sure!'

She was licking her lips.

The men, catching onto what was happening, were grinning at each other and urging Emm on, making spanking gestures.

'Get over her lap, bitch. First raise your skirt.'

Raising a tight skirt with dignity is not given to woman. Nat blushed deeply, exposing her tights and panties to the whole room.

Emm gripped them and pulled them down to her knees, giving her ass a spank.

Her trimmed pussy and bared ass were on show.

Emm pushed her over Aly's lap.

Aly began to spank her hated boss's ass hard. The first few spanks caught Nat by surprise with their sting, but by the time Aly was on six, Nat's legs were kicking like a naughty school girl. Emm joined in, spanking each cheek in turn. The two of them were keeping up quite a rhythm. Nat was squealing. Even the girls about to be sold on were laughing.

'Now bitch, go and say sorry.'

Nat got up and, restricted by her panties about her knees, waddled to the men and apologised, one of them groped her between her legs. She moaned.

'Stop that,' said Emm.

But at that point it became irrelevant.

From the gallery and the doors, armed police emerged, with some military support.

'Stop what you are doing.'

One of the Albanians made the mistake of going for his gun. It was the last mistake he made.

The girls screamed, but I was onto it, telling them to follow me.

It took only a few minutes to round up the scumbags.

'Well, Miss,' said the leader of the Task Force, 'thanks for buying us the time, we thought we'd miss you.'

I smiled, looking at Emm and Aly.

'They saved the day, Commander.'

He smiled at them.

'And you, Miss,' he shouted at Nat, 'do pull them up, or we'll have you for whoring.'

Blushing, Nat pulled her panties and tights up, gingerly sliding them over her tanned ass, grimacing as she did so.

'So, Nat,' said Emm, 'no more being horrible to Aly, or the film I took of you being spanked will be all over the internet, you understand, bitch?'

'Yes Miss,' she replied, submissively.

'I am afraid, Miss, I have to ask you to come with us.'

With that, one of the officers cuffed Nat, and we watched her being taken away.

At that point, the counsellors and medics arrived on the scene to take care of the girls.

One of them came up to me and hugged me.

'Thank you, Miss,' she said.

'Well, girls,' I said to Emm and Aly, 'not a bad first bag for the ladies from AUNTIE!'

'They both smiled.

'Pix, if you are okay to go home alone, for some reason my cunt is wet, and Aly has offered to take care of me.'

I laughed, assenting. Then I texted Sarah:

'BURMA' - which being translated is: 'Be Upstairs and Ready My Adored.'

She was.