Chapter 4

The walk to Cat’s Paw was a blur of dust and shadow, the neon sign outside the brothel casting an eerie glow on the faces of the men who frequented the establishment. Alex’s mind raced with thoughts of Lady Marisol, her dignity being stripped away in the barn. His own body was tense with a mix of anger and arousal that he couldn’t ignore. He knew what John needed, and it was the least he could do to give him some relief, some semblance of normalcy in this twisted town.

Inside, the brothel was a cacophony of laughter and music, a stark contrast to the horrors they’d just witnessed. The madam, a heavily made-up woman with a smile that never reached her eyes, greeted them with a knowing look. She took one look at their grim expressions and immediately led them to a selection room in the back, understanding that this was no ordinary visit.

The room was filled with women of varying ages and sizes, each dressed to entice and excite. They perked up at the sight of the two newcomers, but something about their demeanor kept the usual banter at bay. John’s eyes scanned the room, looking for a familiar face, and found it in the corner—Mrs. Lana, a woman he’d known from his own darker days. She was older now, lines of sadness etched into her once-beautiful features, but the spark of recognition in her gaze was unmistakable.

The madam, a shrewd woman named Edna, took in the tension that radiated from John and Alex. “I think I know just what you need, boys,” she said, her voice a seductive purr. “Mrs. Lana, if you’d be so kind as to bend over for us?”

Lana, a seasoned woman of the night, knew the drill. With a grace that belied her age, she turned and bent at the waist, placing her palms flat on the velvet-covered table. The madam’s eyes gleamed as she lifted the woman’s skirt, revealing a beautifully rounded ass that swayed gently with the motion. Alex couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement at the sight, despite the gravity of their situation.

With a practiced hand, Edna spread Lana’s ass cheeks wide, exposing a tight pink anus and a glistening pussy that was already wet from the anticipation of what was to come. John’s gaze was riveted, his mind briefly escaping the horrors of the barn. The room fell silent, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat as the women watched, waiting for their cue.

“A beauty like Mrs. Lana doesn’t come cheap,” Edna purred, her eyes flicking up to meet John’s. “For the both of you, it’ll cost fifty dollars. But for what you’re about to get, it’s a steal.”

Alex’s gaze remained locked on the exposed flesh of Mrs. Lana, his mind racing. He knew the price was high, but he also knew that this was more than just a transaction. It was a release, a brief respite from the horrors of Dusty Crown. With a curt nod, he reached into his pocket and counted out the bills, slapping them onto the table. The madam’s smile grew wider as she took the money, her eyes gleaming.

With the transaction complete, Edna stepped back, allowing Mrs. Lana to straighten up. She unhooked her corset, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. Her breasts, though not as firm as they once were, still held a certain allure, the dark areolas tight and puckered. John’s eyes followed every movement as she slipped out of her chemise, her body moving with the grace of a dancer. The room was silent except for the rustle of fabric and the occasional cough.

Edna’s hands were firm yet gentle as she guided Lana to the center of the room. “On your knees, darling,” she instructed, and Lana obeyed without question. The madam crouched behind her, her hand slipping between the woman’s thighs. Alex watched, his cock twitching in his pants, as Edna’s fingers began to rub and squeeze Lana’s pussy, coaxing out her natural lubricant. The sound of her wetness filled the air, a stark reminder of the depravity they’d just witnessed in the barn.

Mrs. Lana’s eyes were cast down, her cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and humiliation. Alex’s own excitement grew as he watched the madam’s hand work its magic, the woman’s body responding despite the circumstances. Edna’s thumb circled Lana’s clit with a practiced ease, her other fingers delving into the woman’s tight entrance, stretching and preparing her for what was to come. The room’s tension was palpable, the other women watching with a mix of envy and resentment.

John’s fists were clenched at his sides, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he watched Edna’s relentless ministrations. His own cock was now straining against his pants, the fabric stretching to accommodate his growing erection. The sight of Mrs. Lana, once a proud woman reduced to this, fueled a rage in him that was almost as intense as his lust. But he knew he had to keep it in check—this was their cover, their way to get close to the Nightshade Syndicate and Mayor Grimshaw.

Alex’s eyes never left Mrs. Lana’s face, the mix of pleasure and pain etched on her features. He knew she was a willing participant in this act, a survivor of the town’s harsh reality, but he couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt for the woman’s plight. Her eyes remained cast down, her body shivering with each stroke of Edna’s expert hand.

John, on the other hand, was transfixed by the sight of Mrs. Lana’s body being manipulated so shamelessly. The madam’s fingers danced around her clit, teasing and pinching until a bead of precum formed, glistening in the dim light of the candles that flickered around the room. Alex saw the hunger in John’s eyes as the droplet grew, a silent testament to the depravity that had taken root in Dusty Crown.

Finally, with a dramatic flourish, Edna declared Mrs. Lana ready and led her away by the hand, her hips swaying with a practiced allure that made even the most jaded of the women in the room look away with envy. The two men followed, their footsteps heavy on the stairs, their thoughts consumed by the horrors they had witnessed and the grim task that lay ahead.