The Deal

Imagine, one moment, you're in front of the man who made you climax in multiple sessions without rest for an entire night due to numerous thirsty women, lots of drugs, lots of condoms, and enough semen to fill a fish tank, then have to sit across from the same man in the break room with a cheap bottle of wine that he starts pouring for himself. He still had that sneer on his face as if he was looking at a dog learning to behave, but seeing the rage on my face, he found it cute. "What do you want, Mr. Moonwater?" Since I only had 30 minutes, I tried to cut the chit-chat, so I used my lunch break for this conversation. Honestly, I wanted to slap that shit-eating grin off this man's stupid face, but he was able to shut me up. "In the 1800s, A southern blue-eyed southerner named John Benjamin, A strong, tall, and burly man in Winston Salem, North Carolina. Husband, Father, Lumberjack & a man of the church, but beyond all that, John was always known for being a skirt chaser. John truly couldn't help himself when it came down to women & women couldn't help themselves when they were found alone with a man like John, who has his way with words. Whether they were married, single, streetwalkers, or brothel girls, John was content with his lifestyle as long as he ensured his family was safe and unaware of his activities in fear of breaking the hearts of his family. Unfortunately, John's antics caused a commotion among his peers, who took this as an insult and disrespect today. John decided that if his friends or anyone wanted vengeance against him, they would have to fight him in an alleyway with a hidden underground pathway, which is now known as "Red Alley." John made a solemn promise that whoever beat him would be able to screw his wife; out of everyone in the southern regions, John's wife, Beatrice, indeed, was a beauty. She was almost like an angel, and I don't mean when it came to her position in the choir. She had beautiful blonde hair and shimmery blue eyes. Not to mention the curves on her round melons & childbearing hips. This promise was too good to be true when it came down to Beatrice. So just like that, many would come to fight John over their wives; whenever they lost, John would screw those women either at their homes or at the Red Alley. Whether it was the man's wife or eldest daughter, John won fight after fight like a champion. However, as time passed, even a tough man like John slowed down. The hits became harder since the Red Alley Beauty (Beatrice) rumor became more well-known among the men & husbands, and more people came to fight John. Things took a turn for the worse in 1864 when John began having to fight—. John was never the same again, especially after having to watch what had been done to his wife, who was sexually assaulted by Big Al & their daughter, who was trying to stop the man who was assaulting her mother just to get attacked as well… This went on for a year until 1865 when the year of slavery was over. At the same time, the Benjamin family, filled with shame and despair, hung themselves deep in the forest. It took someone days to find their body & even more to get them down since the town felt much animosity for John and his dirty deeds, so they thought that he brought it upon him and his family. The whole town planned this as they were in cahoots with Benny, one of the largest enslavers with the most land nearby. They even offered to work for him to take John and his family down. So with the word of the townspeople, Benny Smith bet his land, his beloved wife, his female slaves, and his virgin daughter to see John fight his strongest slave, Big Al. Still, what Benny didn't count for was the fact that one of the women that John had relations with gave birth to a child named George, who ended up growing up there with no idea about his lineage, getting married and having affairs until he met his second wife who was a dancer named Lucy. Three months later, George got a divorce and married Lucy, trying to be a decent man for once in his life. Still, the time came to bite George in the ass when in 1909, he found his wife in bed with another man leading to A fight, but George didn't know that this man was a boxer, a powerful one at that. George died due to strangulation, which shocked Lucy with sheer fear and the fact that she was in her early 20s, she didn't want to go to jail, so once the day turned into night, the two of them dumped George's body somewhere then left town with her affair partner. In the same year, Wendy found out that she was pregnant, but because of the timing, she couldn't tell if it was her deceased husband or the lover. She kept it to herself, but as the years went by, turn the lever, so we became distant from her and the child, so she ended up having affairs, and it turned out he was too. Lucy ended up traveling from place to place with her son, who had autism. One night, after a lot of drinks from her job at the club, Wendy ended up assaulting her son in his sleep. Forcing herself on him as he didn't understand or know what she was doing to him. She did this to him every day, leading to her getting pregnant by her son, but because of the guilt and shame, she put the child up for an orphanage in the early 1970's….. The two of them ended up leaving town Wednesday morning, but rumor has it the child ended up being adopted by a prostitute in a red light district in NYC, the time a man named Donald Trump was starting in the business world.

The child grew up making her rounds within the Red Light District with her adopted mother, went to school, and even went to college just to get married to a generous man named—Floyd Moonwater. Yeah, I offered her riches beyond belief and didn't need to worry about the loans her mother owed; all I wanted was for her to be happy. We were both young and in love, but even though she loved her mother, who did everything to make sure that Wendy was good, she still wanted to find her birth parents even after her mother had told her the truth. She searched, but we couldn't see heads or tails of them, even with my help. We married in 1985, and after some conversation, we created the Red Line. I've seen many who have come to the Red Light District for fun, affairs, and playful exchanges of affection, but nothing beneficial. Just like when I went to war and was cast out for my family, I was hungry for success and willing to live at any cost, even giving up my tribe as a half-native. Within a few years, the Red Line started in New Jersey, but once we were kicked out, we took it to North Carolina.

We needed somewhere where we wouldn't get in trouble and wouldn't be found out. First, it was the homeless who came in for their sexual needs, shelter; then came the rich and famous who wanted it more." Hearing that, I was shocked, but Mr. Moonwater continued, "You know I was going to kill you on the spot, but after that fake marriage idea that you two pulled, and nice try, by the way." My face grew pale, but his words, knowing that the jig was up, and even worse, I had no idea what was going on with Swamp Queen, but just as if he was reading my mind while rubbing my engagement ring with my thumb, Mr. Moonwater answered. "Don't worry about her, she's safe. She was put into a hotel with her new boy toy, and if you saw what they were doing along with his group of friends, You'd probably blow your load. Ha! Don't tell me you have fallen for her. She was only looking for a fling and had it easier than you; wake up! She sold you out, and I am willing to make a deal with you. If you win 100 fights at our international branch, I'll give you the chance to have a better life. Wiping your slate clean of any crimes, paying off all your debts, and even giving you a better place to stay in that ratchet apartment." Floyd gave me his card. "Don't take too long; you have until midnight tonight to decide. I'm not a man who likes to waste time. I built this business from the ground up when I had nothing, so do yourself a favor and don't let yourself be why you can't move forward to grander pastures." He got up and left with the cheap wine, and I was stunned. This left me wondering how much Mr. Moonwater knew about me.

"You good?" Law set an appearance that startled me when she asked that one question; I figured she was probably listening from the restroom, but I couldn't tell her everything, not knowing if she knew of the Red Line. Still, I had to keep up with my appearance, even if it was hard. "What do you mean? I'm always good, so don't worry about it." Saying this didn't change the fact that I was fucked, emotionally, physically, financially and fundamentally fucked. Even still, I had to keep up with the fake smile, but lol didn't bother me about it. I hated lying to Law; she was like one of the guys who reminded me of a friend I met when I was homeless and needed a place to stay, but that wasn't the shelter. It was honestly the first time I felt like I had a friend that I didn't feel sexually attached to, more like feeling like I had a female friend and an ally who understood. Seeing Law reminded me of that friend who would stay up late and sing lyrics together as if we were kids having a sleepover. But I just gave her a fist bump and returned to work. I honestly couldn't look at anyone the same way as before when pushing or bagging for customers. They could probably see on my face that I knew something. Some of them would look at me with confusion, while others would look at me anxiously, but then there were those select few who would give me the finger to keep it a secret. 

When 8 o'clock rolled around, I knew it was time to go home. My body wasn't sore, and the pain in my feet was gone, but my hunger for food was at an all-time high as my libido grew rapidly. "Hey, you okay?" When I turned my head inside, just worried about myself, I thought my heart would give a bit when it came to her, but I didn't feel anything for some reason. Throughout the day, it felt like my senses had opened my eyes, and having to be deceived by Swamp Queen made me realize that…. After clocking out of the store, I went home and turned on my phone to see the company logo on the turn-on screen.

Fux You Enterprise is a low-key adult entertainment agency that I've heard about from an old ex-girlfriend of mine who loved watching porn from the dark web. F.Y.E. was known for underground work, as I knew little about what goes down. But I clicked on the video on my new phone, which suddenly lit up a hologram function. Then, a video popped up with a well-dressed goddess of a woman with a huge smile and brunette hair, with looks that belonged to a busty asian anchorwoman. Nonetheless, this woman wore a mask to cover her face and identity. Still, she made it work from her plump strawberry lips to her elegant appearance. Before I knew it, music was playing in a classical tone as she spoke in a creepy, delightful manner:

"Konnichiwa, Niihau, Bonjour, greetings & salutations to those who have gotten this video and want to enter the Red Line. Sadly, you are not yet allowed to enter the Red Line, especially without status, but not to worry, I have been instructed to send this message to all those with sexual desires and extreme sex drives. I can't help but dream more significantly than they would ever imagine. I know you've heard that in certain states, porn sites might become blocked and banned for not only children but adults as well, which has caused problems for many. So we here at F.Y.E  [FUX YOU ENTERPRISE] want to offer you and many others the chance to not only win big but go home with your sexual desires met."

 The rules are simple:

1. You must make your own identity as your real identity will be secret; so you must keep what happens outside of the arena a secret, so keep it hush-hush. Consequences outside of company grounds will lead to consequences.

2. This is a Dark Company, so you cannot tell anyone about this place, or you may be eliminated.

3. The most essential rule is that you must fight to survive the challenges or for the chance at a desire; whether you are male or female, you must be willing to risk it all to win it all. 

4. You can either fight unarmed or armed; anything can be used as a weapon besides atomic bombs or toxins that affect everyone within the arena.

5. The fights will be randomly selected once every month; every two weeks, there will be training days or even days where you can have some downtime, but remember safety first.

6. The fights will be once a month, and you will have to catch one special train provided by the company. If you do not see the train thrice in a row, you will be taken off the list and eliminated.

7. No outside help unless it's a team challenge, threesome, or no-holds-barred fight, which must be agreed on beforehand.

8. The more you win, the more money will be put into your account along with offers, but the more you lose, the less money you'll have. Once you hit zero, you will be cast aside or eliminated like a dog. 

9. Winners get a special prize if they cannot only win 100 fights but beat the current champion. 

10. If you can win 20 straight fights without losing, you get not only 20 million but also the chance to become a star within the underworld and join the Red Line.

11. The fights occur in the underground arena or other areas that F.Y.E. Company owns throughout the United States.

"Oh silly me, I almost forgot, you will be sent a new credit card by our company so anytime you decide to do it with someone you must take them to our hotel where the drinks and food are free along with hot water plus an amazing service, it comes down to the level your card is on and how many fights you have won. I hope you accept our offer & join many of our lewd members across the United States who want to make it big & nasty. I am the announcer & hostess, Ms. Peachy; based on what you've heard, I hope your decision is evident. Make the right choice & make it BIG instead of going limp. Good day, goodbye & good night…" After the holographic video cut, when Ms. Peachy took out a gun and then shot the recorder with a pistol … I didn't know what to say, but something in me was pulsating, and it was not my heart. This shook alarm bells in my head as I took out the business card and called Mr. Moonwater. Once he picked up, I could only say four little words. "When do I start?"