Page 123 of Indecent Lies

And he realized he was a fucking hypocrite because he’d watched and enjoyed porn many times.

But this felt different.

This wasn’t amateur shit you see nowadays where you know the couple are into fucking each other. It’s not Hollywood.

Instead, it was a dank warehouse in Colorado, run by an unprincipled man who would sell every piece of pussy in there and not care at all if he ruined those women.

Texas locked his jaw and kept in step.

He hadn’t heard a word Grigori spouted in about ten minutes.

Too busy checking out his men on the outskirts standing centurion with guns.

Now, Texas was not familiar with porn sets, but he’d bet his left nut that there usually was not men holding guns anywhere.

What a charming boss this motherfucker was. Bet he didn’t offer them dental insurance either.

And he was gliding around like king of the roost.

Talking Russian to his men, leering at the chicks getting railed while being filmed and choreographed.

Texas recognized the chick from the desk fucking.

She clocked eyes with him and he felt his gut lurch because she looked so miserable, almost pleading with him with her sad, bottomless eyes.

He could have told her he was as useless as she felt.

He tore his gaze away.

“So you’re pushing pussy. How do you want me to fancy that shit up into dollars?”

Like hell he’d help, but he played well.

“I need permits. Better location, bigger sets. You know people,da?”

“The mayor not big on signing this away for tax purposes I take it?”

Grigori smirked yet didn’t answer.

“I am better suited to like-minded people to do business with.”

Fuck, what the hell did that say if he was kicking Brex Mahoney to the curb? Because the last time he checked that fella was crooked as they come.

“I make money. I buy shares and stocks. I invest. I don’t hire buildings for porn locations and not this type of porn. Ever heard of romance, man?”

The Russian laughed quietly as he watched a scene being filmed. That chick’s pussy and ass was gonna be sore as hell later with the amount of dicks plowing into her at once.

He just about kept his stomach so he could get through this.

He wanted to bury this guy more than ever.

“I cater to a select audience, my friend. You should give it a try; I give you free subscription.”

“Thanks, but I’m good.” the tour continued and was as grim and vile as anyone would expect. He was seeing the sex industry in a whole new depressing light.

He wanted to get all the women out of there, single handed if need be.

No way were these women there voluntarily. And Texas was Jesus Christ if they were receiving payment for the degrading acts they were put through.

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