I Want Her to Know What Love Is

This is the real chapter 23. The previous chapter was supposed to be 22, and was erroneously misidentified. The new clean up crew does a sweep check of the Lake Street area to see where all the hookers and thugs are, and how they respond. Beth teaches Violet and Larry about oral sex, then Sonia wants to bet Beth about who gives the best blow jobs. This chapter is primarily non-sexual, although it does have oral sex. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editing expertise. This is a copyrighted piece of work, and not to be altered, edited, changed or published in written or any other format, without the written consent of the author. ©️Copyright 2025

I Want Her to Know What Love Is, Ch 23

I Want Her to Know What Love Is, Ch 23

Plans

Plans

We pulled out our research and showed it to the new crew. We started with the timeline of events.

"You mean to tell me these pricks were trying to break into the engineer's house after he told him he couldn't be blackmailed anymore?" Sahar said.

"Yeah. It certainly made me think he was going after the wife," I said.

"Where is the couple now?" Edgar asked.

"They're still in a hotel. We haven't let them go home yet."

"What about the other engineer?" Beth asked.

"They're back home after the burglars were caught and Greg arrested. He knows to call me if anything unusual crops up."

"Did they hurt the old couple?" Sahar asked.

"Just scared them and tied them up. If they couldn't get loose, they might have starved to death. The old guy had diabetes and needed meds."

"I'm going to have so much fun fucking them up," Sahar said.

Next, we showed them the street maps and where we believed all the working girls and the enforcers were.

"Have you been able to reach out to any of those you thought might be slaves?" Beth asked.

"None of them," Tank said. "Most of them didn't have known phone numbers, and we didn't know where they lived."

"Which of the spots on the map are where those women work?" Edgar asked.

We pointed them out.

"Do you see how many of the enforcers stay closest to the suspected slaves?" Beth said. "That suggests they know they're trafficked slaves. They need to keep a closer eye on them."

"That is suggestive," I said.

"What about local law enforcement?" Edgar asked.

"The attorney representing Preacher said he knows a guy in the BCA, which is like our state police, named Peter Shaeffer, he thinks is honest. On the local level, he felt we should stay away from the vice cops, and work with major crimes detectives."

"Any street level guys you trust? Not anyone looking for freebies from the working girls, but seemed pretty decent?" Beth asked.

Our five ladies gave them names of a couple of officers they tended to trust, but you never really knew where they were at any particular time. They didn't just watch the hookers. They'd have to work calls that came in. Then we gave them the names of the ten people definitely committed to getting out of the profession, and the others who wanted more information.

"We're starting to see the kinds of numbers we need to open a shelter. We'll need more, but this is a start, and I'm thinking your suspected slaves will up this tally, and this is just one pimp, so maybe we can get some others out," Beth said. "Edgar, what's your recommendation?"

"I think we need to do some surveillance, maybe some set-ups to see what kind of response time we're talking about."

"What do you mean set-ups?" Preacher asked.

"Maybe hassle some of the girls, see who responds and how fast. Probably best to do it with those we know want out, so they know we're not going to hurt them or go after them. We won't actually have to hassle them, just have them make a call. We also need to make contact with the suspected slaves, pull them right off the street. They could get killed if anyone suspects we know they were trafficked. We definitely intend to put Sahar and Roberta out as streetwalkers on high earning corners. When someone shows to convert them to the stable, break a limb or two and get them arrested. We only want women who can defend themselves doing that, because we can't have some bruiser standing nearby. It would raise suspicions. I'm thinking the same for the hassles, someone refusing to pay or something. We don't want guys like Al or Jake to be doing the hassling. They might scare off the muscle."

"You mean someone like my engineers, who don't look like they could punch their way out of a paper bag?"

"Exactly. But we'd have to be close enough to respond if the guy gets accosted. We don't want anyone but assholes getting fucked up. It would help to have the cops close by. We want to stir up trouble, make the women beaters start the action, so we can finish it without getting arrested ourselves. No one will arrest anyone for self-defense, so if we record every interaction, we can prove self-defense. I'm thinking maybe a blacked-out van with windows we can see out of."

"Something like plumbing vans?" Bobbi said.

"Yeah, that would be perfect," Edgar said.

"My family has a plumbing business on Lake Street. If they're not busy, maybe we can borrow a couple. It's a slower time of the year, between major holidays. I'll check."

"Let's get in touch with that, what was it, BCA, guy? We need to pull him in right away to get him in on it."

"Yeah, Bureau of Criminal Apprehension. I can call him tomorrow morning. The hookers won't hit the streets until the afternoon anyway. We need to move this along. My guys have to get back to base when their leave is over. I think they all need to go back 2 January, except Preacher because he's out on bond. I'm not sure."

"We have some pull with the Pentagon," Edgar said. "We sell them lots of high tech toys, some of which we'll be deploying. Maybe we can help with Preacher's unfortunate circumstances. It helps to be on the payroll of a billionaire with an ex-congresswoman wife and lots of high level friends in various government agencies."

"I've got a serious question," Sahar said. "Do you mean to tell me that women stand out on street corners in this fucking frigid climate in skimpy clothes?"

"Pretty much," Monique said. "Less skimpy this time of year, maybe nylons or panty hose with leg warmers, possibly a down vest, but you need to show some skin to bait the fish."

"How in the fuck do you do that?" Sahar said. "I was freezing my balls off, and I don't even have any."

"We Minnesotans like to think of ourselves as hardy," I said.

"Not crazy?" Sahar responded. "I'd go with crazy."

"That reminds me," I said. "I've got something here for you to listen to."

I pulled Greg's conversation with the hooker down off the cloud and played it for everyone.

"Freeze or go hungry. He said that shit?"

"You heard him."

"Too bad he's in jail. I'd like to stake him out naked on a snowbank," Sahar said. "Perfect punishment for a bastard like him. Or dip his man parts in liquid nitrogen and hit them with a hammer. That would be almost as good as slicing them off and shoving it into his mouth."

"You've done that?" Tango asked.

"More than a few times," Sahar said. "Being a lapsed Muslim, I never thought any asshole should go to heaven with multiple virgins and his junk intact. Not one who abused women, anyway."

"How are you not in jail?" Shelly asked.

"I did all of the emasculations overseas and didn't leave a lot of evidence anyone cared about. A few got fed to the sharks, and one was buried under a mountain of rubble in Morocco. Unfortunately, there's an investigator working for the Federal Prosecutor's Office in Florida who promised me he'd be keeping an eye out for missing body parts in the US, so I have to restrain my best impulses in this country."

"I can see why her call sign would be Killer," Preacher said. "Maybe it should be the Great Emasculator."

We all got a good laugh out of that one.

"I'd like to visit the woman in the hospital," Beth said. "When can we see her?"

"Tomorrow morning as it's pretty late now. I'm sure visiting hours are over."

"We'll do that, then start scouting our target area," Beth said. "I'd like to go out in groups of four, with one of the ladies in each group pointing out the various worker bees and thugs. Bobbi, you check on the vans, Rooster, the BCA officer. While we're out tomorrow morning, if we see any street level officers you trust, we'll have a chat with them. Let's meet here at 0800 ready to roll."

"Sounds good," I said. "I'm sick of being on the defensive."

They headed out and I locked up and set the alarms. I was feeling pretty good that night, like things were getting better, and I expressed my pleasure by giving it to Sonia and Bobbi. It was an hour later we snuggled together to sleep.

******

We were up and ate early. Beth and her bunch arrived right on time. My two guys with Maya arriving a couple of minutes later. We put three of Edgar's guys with one of mine and one of the ladies. We'd divided Lake Street into segments to cover so we all didn't go to the same place. In the Genesis with me, were Beth, Sahar, Preacher and Sonia, who was driving. The area we'd be searching was where Sonia used to work. I made a call to Peter at the BCA to call me when he could.

Our vehicle went to the hospital first, and everyone went in to see Cherry, Beth and Sahar first, so Beth could give her the good news about the Swiss plastic surgeon. I was told after we got back in the car, that Beth took off her clothes up top to show Cherry how good her back looked. After Beth and Sahar finished, the three of us went in. Cherry was in much better spirits after the news that all of her cosmetic surgery would be covered.

She was beaming when we saw her.

"Hey, Cherry Bomb, you're in good spirits," Preacher said.

"Beth said they were going to take care of all my plastic surgery in Switzerland. Isn't that great?"

"Without a doubt," Preacher said. "It couldn't happen to a nicer woman."

"Sahar told me that Greg was dead. His body just didn't know it yet."

"Keep that under your hat. She shouldn't be saying things like that," I said. "She is too exuberant."

"You're going to start taking care of the thugs and enforcers?"

"Probably not today. Today is a scouting mission to see what's what. Tomorrow will be when we're prepared," I said. "I'm still waiting the hear from the state cops."

"Have you heard what's going to happen to you, Preacher?" Cherry asked.

"Not yet. I think they're still mulling the charges, but Beth and the others said they have some contacts in the military that might help with my military stuff."

"You might be able to keep your honorable discharge?"

"I hope."

"Me too." She put her hand on his arm. "I don't know if he would have stopped before he killed me as a lesson to others. You might have saved my life."

"I just wish I'd gotten there sooner, Cherry. I feel miserable for what he did to you."

"Things are looking better now. I'll be out of the life. I can get my face fixed. Beth said there will be job training, counseling, and everything."

"How did you get into hooking, Cherry?" I asked.

"My step-dad molested me, and I ran away from home. I was living on the streets, eating out of garbage cans. I finally thought that anything would be better than that, so I started hooking."

"Is your mother still married to that prick?" Preacher asked.

"No, he got arrested after he started molesting my younger sister. She's married to some other bozo now that's not much better."

"If I get sent to prison, I'll make sure your step-dad has a little run in with a concrete wall," Preacher said.

Cherry laughed, then flinched when it pulled on her stitches. "Please don't make me laugh yet."

"I'd like to put a smile on your face that never goes away," Preacher said.

"Are you sure? I'm such a fucking mess now."

"But you won't be forever," Preacher said. "Plan, adapt, keep moving forward. Never look back."

"Thanks, Preacher."

I got a phone call and saw it was Peter. "I'm sorry, Cherry. I have to take this and we should get going. Five more minutes, Preacher."

I grabbed Sonia's arm and pulled her out while answering the phone.

"Robert Johnson here."

"Wingate said you want to talk to me, something big, maybe a case?"

"That's right. Maybe a whole bunch of recent cases tying to one guy. Can we meet today?"

"Sure."

"Where are you now?"

"St. Paul, but about to head towards Minneapolis. I should be there in forty-five minutes."

"We're currently at Abbot-Northwestern Hospital talking to a girl who got beat to shit by one of the thugs involved in the case we're interested in you looking at. Can you meet us at Lake Street Plumbing, left off I-35W, at the Lake Street exit about a block from the freeway?"

"Sure. What's the plumber got to do with it."

"Hopefully, nothing but some undercover vans, and maybe even some bait."

"Color me intrigued. I'll see you there."

I collected Preacher and we headed to Lake Street Plumbing. Dan greeted us when we got there.

"Dan, thanks for meeting us. Has Bobbi gotten in touch with you yet?"

"Yeah, something about some of our vans. What's it all about? She didn't go into lots of detail."

"We're being a little cautious talking over open lines now. Let me introduce you to Beth and Sahar, Beth's wife, some friends who are looking to help us, and you met Preacher at Christmas. Let's have a seat in your office, if you don't mind."

"Nah, that's fine."

As soon as we crowded into his office, I said, "A lot has happened since Christmas. My Unit buddies were looking to date those six young ladies at the party. What you may not have known, but might have guessed, is they were acquaintances of Sonia, also looking to get out of the business. One of the young ladies I hired as my housekeeper. She didn't think she was into dating at the present, just not a lot of trust in men. Each of the guys went on a date with one of the girls the day after Christmas, and planned to see another on Friday, testing the waters, seeing who they liked.

"When Preacher got to his date's place on Friday night, she was getting the hell beaten out of her by one of the pimp's enforcers. Preacher killed him and she's in the hospital now. She'll need to have her face fixed, Dan. It looked like she'd gone through a meat grinder. This is what she looks like now."

I showed him her picture. He gasped, holding his hand over his mouth.

"Not only that, another thug went after the girl named Tiffany, and a couple others were at Hoán's previous residence looking for her. Gomez trashed the guy after Tiffany, and they left Hoán's former elderly landlords tied up and left to die. At the moment, we've got them staying where we can keep them all safe, but as you can imagine, we're all pretty pissed off right now, and want to do something to the bastards that did it. Not only that, I want to totally shut down the whole hooker operation on Lake Street, and get all of those girls off the street if they want to be saved. I've got an officer with the BCA meeting us here in a few minutes. Hopefully, he can work with us.

"The reason Beth is here, is she was involved in that whole human trafficking operation a few years ago, where all those slaves were rescued all over the world. They had to set up shelters for all the people they helped, and she's hoping to do the same thing here in Minneapolis. Give all of these women a safe place for them and any children to stay, education, counseling, drug treatment, whatever they need to safely get back into society. She believes, based upon a number of factors, that some of the women we're hoping to help, are slaves themselves. That they did not voluntarily become hookers. They have to be rescued, or they might be killed.

"Beth brought a bunch of other ex-military types to help us. What we're hoping, is that we can use a couple of your plumbing vans for surveilling and maybe even grabbing some of the slaves right off the street before their owners can hurt them any more."

"Yeah, I'll help. How long would you need them for?"

"No more than four or five hours on New Year's Eve," Beth said, "and one right now. Hopefully we can wrap up most of it in that time, and we won't need to be disguised anymore. We'll reimburse you for use of the vehicles and pay for any damages inadvertently caused. My sponsor is Joshua Greenbriar, and he'll ensure you don't suffer any loss as a result of your generosity."

"There might be something else you and your boys might be able to help with, Dan."

"What's that?"

"Well, we want to do some damage to the men who beat Cherry up, and went after the others. We've got some plans to draw them out and hurt them. For instance, Sahar is going to dress like a hooker and take over a street corner, and when someone goes after her, she's going to break some of their limbs."

"Her?" Dan said.

"She's my bodyguard, as well as my wife, Dan," Beth said. "She's likely the deadliest person you'll ever meet. She can snap an arm as easily as you snap a twig. Those men won't know what hit them."

"Where do me and my boys fit in."

"Well, a few of you have hired some of the girls before. If one of our military guys go in to hassle some of the women so they call for help, the bad guys may not feel confident enough to brace them, but if some former customers dressed in your plumbing shirts gave the girls trouble, they may come out of the woodwork where we can damage them. We'll have people ready to protect you, and we may even get some of the women to cooperate, so they all know nothing is directed at them. It's just to get the heavies off their necks. Do you think you, Dan, Jr. and Gordie might be able to approach some of the girls since you've done it before and would know what you're doing? All we're looking for is a chance to get the girls off to the side so we can ask if they're slaves and/or want out. Maybe get them to come into the van or maybe a hotel room we've reserved to chat with them and see if this is something they still want to do?"

"Would we tell our families?"

"Of course. You're not really going to be with the women, and you'd be a big help to us. I think it's safe to tell your wives what you're up to. I'm going to ask one of my engineers who's hired hookers in the past to help as well, but I still need to talk to him and you've got the vans we need for the surveillance."

"What about Frank?"

"Well, to the best of our knowledge, Frank hasn't hired a hooker before, and may be uncomfortable doing so, although I'm sure Sonia can tell him what he needs to do. But the other thing is, Frank used to be a wrestler, and still looks like he could handle himself in a pinch. In fact, he threatened to clean my clock if I ever hurt Bobbi, so he might look a little tougher than we want someone to look, but if he wants to try, we could certainly use him."

"I'll ask him."

"Great. Do you mind if we grab one of the vans today. My vehicle might be known to the bad guys?"

"No. I can certainly spare one now."

"Maybe a couple of your work shirts too, if you have any in my size and the size of the BCA agent coming shortly. The rest of the folks will be crouched down in the back if there's room."

"There's like an aisle in the middle of some shelves, but we'll make sure the ones you use aren't stuffed to the gills."

Speak of the devil, Peter got there just as I was asking for a shirt for him. Peter reminded me a little of Tank, on the shorter side, but stout, sort of like a bulldog. Dan got a shirt that would fit over what he was wearing. It was a warmer day as far as Minnesota winter days went, although Sahar still bitched about it, so I imagined most of the working girls would be out today.

I introduced everyone to him, explained all of the crimes we'd seen, witnessed or prevented thus far, showing him the picture of Cherry I'd taken. Beth said that it was believed that some of the women were trafficked from some things we knew, and that they needed to be rescued, or they could be killed and disposed of if someone who owned one knew we were on to them.