Filed to story: A Bullied Boy Died: A Mafia King Woke Up In His Body
With the potions, the number of repeat customers had increased, along with word of the brothel spreading. Rumors of the vigorous intensity of the sex workers went viral through the district, prompting even more people to visit them.
Kyle still had plans to scale this further. “Read this.” He passed a rolled-up parchment over to Slavin, who glanced through it, shock becoming more and more evident on his face as he read.
“Impressive. Loyalty programs and points will surely make even more customers come in multiple times, especially when you lock the Stamina Potion behind the program,” Slavin remarked with a surprised look, wondering how the young man had so many ideas. The idea was not unique, but Slavin had never thought of applying it to a brothel, of all things.
Kyle nodded in response, moving on to the next subject. “With the stamina potions available for your workers, you could have more of them coming in.”
“Yes, the size of the brothel isn’t enough to accommodate all of them. Even if they were all willing to work today, I wouldn’t have a room for them…” Slavin sighed.
“How much to expand to the next floor?”
“It won’t cost much-about two thousand rakels a month in rent for the next floor. We’d still have to do a fair amount of work, though-the place was a complete trash pile the last time I saw it. We’ll need movers to clear the floor before I get the construction crew in.”
“If I get you your movers, how long will it take to construct?”
“Hmm… a week at most. The cost would be about six thousand rakels if I remember correctly. I’ll have to check with Reyas again.”
“Approved. Get it done as soon as possible.”
Returning to the Seven Snakes’ base, Kyle rallied all the associates, pausing the production of potions as well as the training that had been ongoing for two weeks now. Kyle could already see slight improvements in the physiques of nearly all of his men. Though this was only the beginning of the training, Damian was also shaping up to be much fitter than he was before.
Kyle glanced at Keith, who was standing at attention. “Have you been training as well?”
“Yes, sir, though not to such an extent due to my additional duties.”
Kyle inspected Keith’s body, noticing there was almost no difference between two weeks ago and now. He said nothing, but Keith could already read volumes from his disappointed gaze. Keith had always been one of the weakest in the gang, only kept around because of his prior scholar education as well as being Damian’s younger brother.
Kyle expected every member to be strong-even his accountants. However, if this was the result of two weeks, Kyle was not expecting any significant improvements on Keith’s part anytime soon.
“Training will be put on temporary hold. Instead, we will clean out the floor above the brothel to make space for expansion,” Kyle explained.
“You mean the Lusty Arcian?” Damian’s curiosity was piqued.
“Yes.” Kyle still barely remembered the name of the brothel. It mattered little to him, as how much money he could make was the only relevant piece of information. Everything was about economies of scale.
The associates got ready, moving over to the new floor above the brothel with Damian in the lead. Thanks to Slavin’s connection to the building owner, they immediately got access.
Damian entered the floor, almost recoiling at the stench. It was clear that a few squatters used to live here, with their refuse and junk all over the place.
“Be quick! The faster we move, the more money we’ll make! Don’t you want to be rich?!” Damian ordered, issuing tasks and focusing on what to clear first. The doorway was narrow, so some of the more significant trash that had somehow fused together in a burnt slag pile had to be broken apart.
Over the loud clanging of metal, Damian was overseeing the cleanup diligently, helping out wherever an extra hand was needed. Suddenly, he felt a cold shiver run down his spine as a soothing voice spoke close to his ear, its breath tickling his skin. “Damian, dear, you’ve grown up so fast.”
Damian immediately launched his elbow at whoever was behind him, only to be stopped by Slavin, who grinned widely. “You used to be such a cute, naïve boy. Now, look at you-underboss of the Seven Snakes.”
A bright-red blush began to appear on Damian’s ears. “That was five years ago. Stop teasing me!”
“Do you remember when you first came to the brothel a pure soul? Oh, the screams of joy I heard from your room that night…”
Damian’s face flushed, with a wave of snickering breaking out among the others who were clearly listening in. “That was only the first time, all right?”
“Sure, darling. Oh, look here. What a cutie you are!” Slavin walked up to another associate, grabbing his chin and viewing him from all angles. The associate desperately tried to break free, pulling his head away. However, the grip was rock solid, and his struggles only elicited a smirk from Slavin.
“You seem to be a new face, and you have great looks. I think you could be the flagship worker for the Lusty Arcian! How about you come work for me? Kyle doesn’t seem to appreciate your talents. You’ll be treated much better here. Customers would love you! And don’t worry; I won’t take all the profits. You’ll get a nice cut.”
Fucking hell, am I getting scouted?
While the associate was happy at being praised for his looks, the thought of being a sex worker did not appeal to him. “I-I-I think I’m good,” the associate said with squished cheeks as Slavin let him go.
The brothel owner frowned. “A pity. Oh? How about you?” His eyes lit up again, locking onto another target to add to his employees.
The associates worked as fast as they could, spurred on by the harassment of Slavin’s employment advances. Within a single day, the floor was cleared and spotless, allowing the construction crew to begin work on the expansion.