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End of Part 2
"Is that my name, Cleo?"
"Nope, I don't know your real name yet. I never thought to ask the man from whom I purchased you, what your name was. He called you that. But for the meantime it will serve as well as any."
"Purchased me? I don't understand."
"Yes I brought you. You are now my property. You were his bitch. Now you are mine!" The brothel keeper said, as he bent over Dexter's face and placed a light kiss on his swollen lips. "Rest and get well. We will talk about your past and your future when you are stronger."
The Customer/ Dexter's Saga Part 3 By Joystick
A few days passed and with each day another small detail forced its way into Cleo's consciousness. He started to remember coming to the Shuk looking for some furnishings, but every time he was just about to make a breakthrough, he lost it again.
Sultan stood by and played the role of mother hen. He would spend several hours a day with him, hearing his ramblings, applying cold compresses to his face and changing the dressings. Then one day about a week and a half later, Cleo remembered his name and soon after that almost everything that had happened came back. He started to cry and then became furious. Sultan held him in his arms and tried to calm him but it was too much for him to grasp. He could not understand this idea of ownership that Sultan had talked about. Over and over Sultan tried to explain how he could now own the blond man.
"You said you purchased me from that pig and that I am now your property. How can you purchase a human being? How can you purchase something from someone who does not own it? Achmed never owned me. I was and am a free man, not a slave that can be purchased, sold or traded. How can you own me? What the hell is going on here? Did I fall down a rabbit hole or something?" Dexter demanded.
"Calm down and I will attempt, one last time, to explain the unexplainable to you. I guess in a sense you did fall down the 'Rabbit Hole'. As you know our town is an island. In order to get here you had to take the ferry. We have our own little community here. It is a separate incorporated town. Muslims founded this town many years back. We have formulated and live by our own laws. Our own courts and justice department are under the control of the community. For a price, the local and state authorities are all too glad to let us handle our own affairs. That price is very high and as long as we make the bribe payments in full, on time and don't cause them problems, they are happy to let us police and tend to our own needs. You, my dear, unfortunately stumbled into our community and Achmed's stupid lust made him take you as his bitch.
"I had no choice. He never asked me. He drugged and raped me!
"That may be so and if it is true, we will take care of him later. The fact remains that he made you his bitch. This meant that your body belonged to him. Now this may be against your laws but it is not against ours. Achmed is one of us and we protect our own. After he had his fun with you, he then decided to make some money off of you. He called me, knowing that I run the best brothel on the Island and he knew I would pay lots of money for a blond. The moment I saw you I knew we were in trouble so I formulated this plan to get you out of there. We just could not let you return to the outside world and ruin our set-up here so I had to think fast. I could think of only four options."
"Number one, I could have refused to buy you, but Achmed would have only sold you to one of the other brothels. This was unacceptable to me because I am first and foremost a businessman and I could not permit that beautiful body of yours to be used by one of my competitors."
"Number two, I could have taken you from him by force and then let you go. This too was unacceptable because again you could have exposed us to the outside world and we could not have that."
"Number three, we could have killed you and disposed of your body. It would not have been difficult to do. Nobody but the two of us would have known about it... But, to get rid of such a wonderful body again as a businessman.... that would have been too much of a waste."
"Number four, I could have purchased you from him and taken you to a safe place to treat your wounds and give us time to perhaps find a better way. As you can see, this is the one I decided to take."
"So, I paid him cash for you and by our laws I now own you. You are mine to do with as I please and it pleases me to have you work for me."
"But I don't want to work for you. I have a good job and I make a good salary." Dexter said.
"That may have been so, but no more. That life no longer exists. It's gone, learn to live with that fact. You could do a lot worse. I run a high class house here and like it or not you are going to be one of my employees now." He told him. "You must accept that fact or..... or something worse will happen to you. Your life has changed and you can make of it what you want. If you willing work for me I will see to it that you have a good life. If not, since I do not believe in forcing people to do anything, I will just sell you to one of the other brothels. As much as I hate the thought of doing this, you will leave me no choice. Unlike me, they seem to have no problem with the use of physical force and/or the use of drugs. In fact some of them prefer to do that, just like Achmed. They can and will make you service all the low lives in the community. As you know blonds are a rarity if non-existent here and I could get a very high price for your body, perhaps two, three hundred thousand or more. The men would be lined up for miles. You will be raped over and over until you are senseless. You will come down with every vile disease there is. You will pray for death, but it will not come soon enough for you."
"And if I work for you, why will it be any different?" Dexter asked.
"I like to think that I run my establishment different. I do not allow just anyone in here. I would not have clients the caliber of an Achmed. My customers are wealthy and clean they are not from the bad end of the town. They would not patronize a place that did not have high standards. Some of them are even members of the government and one of them is our police chief along with several of his finest officers. They come from the finest families and while they do like their sex on the wild side – they know and respect the fact that I do set limits. No one that has ever worked for me has ever been treated like you were when you were with Achmed. I will not permit it. And as you saw, I do have the services of a first class doctor who tests and cares for both me and my people."
"You make it sound so respectable." Dexter said. "I'm sure it is not as wonderful as that."
"There's some nice things about working for me, however, once you decide to work for me, don't even think of trying to run away. Running away is THE BIG NO-NO. Even if you were able to get off my property, you would not be able to leave the island. My friends in the police would be only too glad to use their dogs and they would hunt you down like you were a wild animal. Once you were recaptured, they would however not return you to me. No, once off my property, you would no longer be under my protection. You would be deemed fair game. You would be stripped nude and placed in our county jail here on the Island. Once that happened, I'm afraid that I would have no say in your treatment. There you will be forced to service the prisoners and the guards until you beg to come back here. But by the time they were finished with you – you would be either dead or of no use to anyone. Do you understand this? I want you to know all this so you can make an intelligent decision. It is up to you. Tell me what you want to do."
"I want to be free. I want to get out of here and away from you, your laws and your friends."
"I know you do, however that is not an option. Be realistic, work for me and I will see to it that you are well cared for. Perhaps someday if you work hard and prove to me that you have become resigned to your new life, I might even free you. But you must learn to not only accept this new life but also to love doing it. By that time we will have made each other rich. Who knows you may have even found a lover who will care for you. This has happened to some of my former employees. Think about all this. I will be back after lunch for your answer." He said handing him a package. "By the way, here is a small gift for you. Since Achmed threw away all your clothes, I thought you might like to have a pair of pajamas to wear. It is my first gift to you."
"Thank you." He said taking the gift.
"Eat lunch. Take a shower and put them on. There is nothing like pure silk next to your skin, to make you feel and look sexy. Think about what I have said. I will return and I will want and expect your answer after lunch. After all, I can not have you laying around all day not earning money for me." He said with a big smile on his face. Then turning serious he stressed. "This will be your last chance to make this decision. If you decide not to take this opportunity...then...." He said holding his hands palms up, "it will be your choice, not mine..."
He left Dexter and arranged to have Yussef bring him his lunch. When he arrived he found Dexter still in bed. "Good afternoon. Do you want your lunch served in bed or on the bedside table?"
"Thank you. On the table, Yussef please." Then swinging his bare legs off the bed but still keeping himself covered with the sheets, he began to eat. Lifting his fork and pointing it at Yussef he asked, "can I ask you a question?"
"Yes."
