First Blood

James was led by hand into a small, dimly lit room. Despite this being the VIP room, the attached bedroom consisted of a simple bathroom with a shower, and a large king bed. There were few extraneous furnishings or touches. It was a far cry from the VIP rooms that he had been in Phil's establishment.

Angel turned around and smiled at James coquettishly.

"What should I call you daddy? Do you like daddy, or would you prefer something else." She asked naughtily.

"Uh, could you stop with the daddy thing? It's a little weird. We're the exact same age. My name is James." James said.

"Sorry James. It's part of the training. So you're eighteen too?" Angel said in a normal tone of voice.

"Yeah, I just graduated from X high school." James said.

"Nice, me too. I went to Y high school on the other side of town though." Angel said, referring to the poorer high school that mostly served the families of immigrants and less fortunate minorities.

James and Angel sat on the bed and started exchanging conversation about their high school experiences. As they talked, they scooted towards each other until their knees were gently touching.

"So uh... were you really a cheerleader in high school?" James asked curiously, gesturing at her outfit.

"Yeah I was! We managed to qualify for the state championships, but we didn't win." Angel said.

"If you were a cheerleader, how are you still a virgin? I thought cheerleaders dated jocks and all that." James said.

"Oh, I just blew them." Angel said matter-of-factly.

James sputtered a little at the straight response, much to her amusement.

"How did you end up in a place like this though?" James probed.

"Oh I've been working here ever since I turned eighteen. Some of the other cheerleaders told me about it. You can make quite a bit of bank just doing stage and lap dances. It's been great. I've been able to save up money towards buying a car and paying for college. Definitely more profitable than a part-time job, and it's easier work too. No one has been able to buy out my first blood though, until today. Usually it's just a bit of hand or mouth play." Angel answered.

"Speaking of which, I'm kind of glad it's you instead of some of the other older clients in here. Some of them can be quite creepy." Angel elaborated further.

"Uh, yeah. You sure you want to do this? Don't want to save it for someone special or something?" James asked, unconsciously thinking a little about his own experience with Gina.

"Are you kidding? Of course I'm sure. I don't think someone special would be able to contribute that much to my car fund." Angel said, adding air quotes around the "someone special".

"Wait... how much exactly are we talking about?" James asked, feeling in his pocket for his four flags. He wasn't sure if the black card would handle it.

"Well... if you really want to know, usually it would be ten thousand for someone's first blood. Since you're a special guest of El Jefe, he promised to double it." Angel said.

"Wow. That's a lot of money." James responded in awe.

"Isn't it? You better not chicken out on me." Angel said assertively.

"Alright then. Should we just get to it?" James asked awkwardly. This was a vastly different proposition than the other times he had indulged.

"You nervous? I'll just put on my cheerleader persona and seduce the poor geek then." Angel laughed gently, placing her hand on James' knee and stroking gently with a single finger.

James nodded in assent.

Angel tugged down the front of her uniform to reveal the tops of two creamy white globes. Scooting over in front of James, she knelt down in front of him and stroked the crotch of his pants gently.

"James, I really need you to help me with my paper." Angel said, piercing his eyes with her sultry, yet innocent gaze.

"What paper?" James asked, a little slow to get onto the ball. The scene had shifted dramatically.

"You know, our biology paper on human sexuality. I know it's too much to expect you to write it, but if you could show me the ropes, I could make it very much worth your while." Angel elaborated, licking her lips slowly with her eyes now fixed onto the slight bulge in his pants.

"I think I can help you out with that." James nodded, playing along.

"I knew I could count on you," Angel said breathily as she reached to undo the buttons on James' pants, "Why don't I start by making you feel a little more comfortable."

James leaned back in ecstasy as Angel's experienced mouth got to work. From the edges of his vision, he saw her work her top off, revealing her assets. Entranced, James sat back up and grabbed a handful. They were pert, pleasantly firm, and delightfully sized, sitting proudly atop her chest as she bobbed back and forth.

After she had finished polishing his knob, Angel got to her feet and turned around, presenting her full behind for his inspection.

"Do you like what you see? You can leave the skirt on if you like, but maybe help me out of what's underneath?" Angel teased, flipping her skirt up to reveal a pair of simple but cute white panties.

James rose to the occasion, grabbing her and tossing her onto the bed, before removing the offending article with a flourish.

Angel let out a squeal of delight and shook her head in mock despair, sending her pigtails rhythmically from side to side.

"Oh, the geek is my very own hunk." Angel said, "Make me yours."

James positioned himself at her entrance and paused. For a brief moment, he was hyper-aware of the situation. Before Gina had left him, he knew he would never have even considered robbing a young teenaged girl, no matter how willing, of her symbol of innocence. Now though, he let out a wolfish grin as he thrust his hips forward.

"Ow." A brief exclamation of pain escaped Angel's lips.

James didn't pause, continuing to extract his pound of flesh and his just due from her willing body. He knew that he had to perform in order to gain the trust of Jose below, and besides, he was having fun.

Slowly, the muted grunts of pain evolved to moans of pleasure, and before too long, the deed was done. James extricated himself slowly from Angel's firm grip, noting with detached surprise the slight coating of blood along the way.

Angel flipped herself around and took James back into her mouth, cleaning him up with slow licks.

"That was fun." She said with a cheeky grin, "Want to go for seconds?"

James' body betrayed his desire, and soon the sound of flesh pounding against flesh resonated throughout the room once more.

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James walked down the small staircase towards the room, and was greeted by applause of a sole pair of hands.

Those hands belonged to Jose, who was seated lazily in the chair with a snifter of cognac on the table in front of him. James scanned the room, but Victor was nowhere to be seen.

"Welcome back, my friend. Now that I have properly welcomed you to my humble adobe, come and sit with me." Jose greeted warmly, gesturing to a spot on the next sofa.

James walked over gingerly and took a seat, as Jose poured him a generous measure and handed him the glass.

"Cheers." Jose said simply, tapping his glass against James'.

"Cheers." James responded, before lifting the glass and taking a healthy swallow. The amber liquid flowed smoothly down his throat and gullet, leaving a trail of smoky fire behind. James let out an appreciative gasp as the warmth hit his stomach.

"So, now that Victor has made the introductions, he has left us to talk about the specifics." Jose explained, "I am wise and experienced enough to know that you are not just seeking another poker player. There are enough of them out there in the educated, civilized ranks, that you would not come seeking one such as I."

James took another sip at the snifter, pausing to collect his thoughts.

"You are correct, Jose. I did not expect, nor want to fool you. Before I go on, how much do you know about the organization?" James said honestly.

"I know enough. Ours and yours run along similar paths, though different in grade. Where the Organization focuses on the legal and quasi-legal, we have not the privilege to do the same. Unlike the Organization, El Jefe's troops deal in everything. Drugs, prostitution, gambling, robbery, it is all but an opportunity to us." Jose said grandiosely.

"Great. Forgive my inexperience and crudeness, but do we already have a relationship with you?" James probed gently.

"Of course not. My humble group of friends would not rise to the attention of an organization like yours. We occupy separate spaces." Jose answered.

James nodded with relief.

"Well then, I have a proposition for you."