I Want Her to Know What Love Is

In this chapter, raids are made on massage parlors, and other trafficked women and children are found. The men captured with the slaves are questioned by Sahar, with great results. Not a lot of sex in this chapter. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial assistance. This is a copyrighted piece of intellectual property, and not to be copied, edited, altered or published anywhere else in any other format. Don't be a thief. ©️Copyright 2025

I Want Her to Know What Love Is, Ch 26

I Want Her to Know What Love Is, Ch 26

The Massage Parlors and Questioning

The Massage Parlors and Questioning

I was up in time for my next rover patrol briefing, but there was now another contingent of armed men, and Edgar said they'd take over the watches for several hours. There were now a half dozen more police officers, which was both good and bad because we didn't know which police we could trust. Edgar tried to have one of his guys or one of the trusted officers with any of the new coppers. Construction crews were putting plywood over all the first-floor windows until we had a better grip on security, and someone else was replacing the broken windows to restore heat integrity.

"What's up?" I asked Edgar about the changes.

"Joshua sent a few more guys. We wanted more because we aren't sure of all the police and where their loyalties lie, and this place is still not buttoned down enough for me. I don't want to burn anyone out. The ladies kind of look up to you and the ones who've already crossed over to legitimacy, and I'd like you working with them trying to identify who's behind all of this, while I try to get this place squared away. Beth also wants to hit some of the massage parlors. She's afraid some of the slaves in them might start disappearing. Maybe you can help her identify some of the places that seem more legit, and those that seem like fronts for prostitution. As soon as breakfast is over, see if you can get the ladies started on mug shots. We've put together some things."

"Sure, whatever you need."

Since I wasn't going on patrol, I had breakfast with my family, Beth, and Sahar. Bobbi asked about the gunshots last night, but I said that was a topic better left for later, eyeing the kids.

She had to ask if anyone was hurt. "Not on our side," Sahar said, then dropped the topic. After breakfast, we got the kids situated again, then headed for the meeting room where they asked all the former ladies of the night to attend a meeting.

Beth handled this one.

"Hello, everyone. We've got some things started here. We're getting some classes together for the kids. We've got some teachers coming starting next Monday, someone familiar with the local curriculum. It will be multiple grades in school together, and only through the eighth grade at this point. Desks, school supplies, and books will be delivered on Sunday. We could use some help getting everything set up. They're going to start cooking military-style meals for everyone beginning at lunch. If you have any experience and want to help, we can pay. We'll also be running some self-defense classes and exercise groups. If you want to learn how to defend yourself, we've got top-notch teachers.

"In three hours, my wife can teach anyone how to disable an attacker, break arms, fingers, legs, gouge out eyes, and smash a windpipe. Being shown how doesn't make you an expert. You have to practice. The more you practice, the better you get. We'll also teach anyone how to safely handle firearms, shoot to kill, or use tear gas or tasers to disable. How good you become is up to you. It's for your protection. There isn't always someone around to look after you, so you look after yourself. Being a woman is actually good in this circumstance because no one expects you to know how to fight, so you'll have the element of surprise. You act weak and meek until you see your chance, then take them down hard, without mercy. If you knew what they planned for you, you'd know they don't deserve any mercy.

"Starting right now, we've got six books of pictures we want you to go through, looking for the people who might be in charge. You'll be looking for the people you weren't allowed to charge for sex. Note the names down and hand them in. Two, three, or even four can look at a book at the same time. Any names who are on more than one list are the ones we're most interested in. The occasional freebie might be a favor for someone, but regular freebies were probably bosses. The people who were trying to kill you on New Year's Day are worried you know something. We want that to be true, that you know something that will bring these people to justice."

"May I interrupt, Beth?" I asked.

"Please do."

"Ladies, I saw some dead bodies a couple of days ago of women like yourself who were gunned down in their homes. Thirteen guys tried busting into this place last night. We think they were going after women with trackers on because all of the trackers we removed were in one of the rooms they entered closely too. They're worried. They wouldn't be worried if you didn't know anything. You might not know what you know, but if you share what you know with us, we might be able to figure out why some of you are dead right now and why they're still coming after you, even with the security we've got here protecting you. I can't stress how serious this is. We desperately need your help, not only for you but for the others who may still be enslaved. Please go through those books. Be honest with the police officers who are here investigating. We don't want to bust prostitutes. We want traffickers buying and selling women."

Beth said, "So right, Rooster. Thank you. We're going to start hitting some of the massage parlors that are really whorehouses. If you know where any of those are, let us know right now. We'll be sending people to check them out. We suspect there will be more slaves and trafficked women at those locations. Any help you can give will be appreciated. If a tip you give us leads to freeing any slaves, there will be a thousand-dollar reward.

"Anyone who knows of some shady massage parlors, see me or my wife beside me, give us a name or address. If you don't know squat about the massage parlors, we've got the mug shot books at six different tables; start to go through them. Paper and pens are at the tables. Write down names of anyone who looks familiar, then turn in your paper. Hopefully, we'll be done before lunch. Thank you."

The ladies started to move to different tables. Edgar pulled me aside.

"I've got a list of massage parlors on an iPad. Check any that you're reasonably sure aren't legit, or are in seedier parts of town."

"Okay."

The list was longer than I thought it would be. There were over 300 massage places in the Minneapolis metro area alone. I quickly identified those in the worst sections of the city. About half of them were in those areas. I didn't frequent massage parlors, so I didn't know of the reputations of any of them, but assumed if they were part of a massage school or chiropractor, they were legit. I ended up checking around 130 of them.

"We're going to start sending folks out this afternoon to check them out. Can I depend on you to be one of them?"

"Sure."

"Every team is going to go out with a frequency spectrum detector and one of the people who knows the slave tattoos and brands. One person will go in, hint about happy endings, and see if they have anyone who's willing to do some nasty shit. They'll be the most likely to be a slave. If they chuck you out on your ear, we'll assume they're okay. If they hem and haw a little and then give you to someone, see if you can get them naked to see if they have slave markings. If you have any reason to suspect you've got a slave, run the spectrum analyzer over her to see if you get a signal off her. If you do, call your team partners in and call the police. We'll check every one of their girls and see if they have more than one. Owners and operators get arrested. The women get offered this place for them and any children they have. Sound good?"

"I can work with that."

"Why don't you spend time with your family until lunch? You'll be busy until around ten tonight."

"Thanks."

I got my two girls, the kids, Maya, and her two kids, and went to the pool. Maya was still showing red eyes from crying. The kids looked a little better. They'd been apart from their father except for limited contact for a few months, and they'd known him less long. I'm sure if they thought of him, they'd be upset again, but for now, they were happy to be going to the pool.

I hugged Maya, and I spent time in the pool with all the kids playing with them, tossing them as high in the air as the ceiling allowed, including Joy and Tyler. Whenever one of my ladies joined me in the pool, I'd hug and smooch on them, much to the kids' delight.

"Bobbi and Rooster, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g," Tuffy sang out a couple of times, with the others quickly joining.

We'd splash her, then kiss some more. They did the same thing when Sonia and I or Bobbi and Sonia kissed.

At one point, I got out of the pool and was sitting with Sonia. "I need some of your professional advice."

"About what?"

"They want to hit some of the massage parlors today and look for trafficked women. I know from you that I can't outright ask for sex in exchange for money, so I need to be subtle about it. What do you recommend?"

"You're right. I'd think you were an undercover cop, so don't ask for a happy ending. You're going to be looking for people who would be expected to do the kinkier stuff, right? Things like tongue fuck your ass, drink your piss, that sort of thing?"

"That's what Beth and the others believe."

"Right, but you can't ask for that stuff. I think you'd say something like you've got some special needs, and you wondered if they had anyone who could help you with some special needs. Try not to be specific, but hint they're a little out there, and you can't find anyone else to do them for you. It won't really matter what the kink is, they'll feel that there's someone who would do whatever it is you want, and that should be who you're looking for. Once you find one, you can bring the cops in and question everyone, right?"

"That's the plan. Sounds good. I love you."

"I love you too, big guy. You're my ride or die, so be careful."

"You know that Tommy and you are taken care of if anything happens to me. Same with Bobbi and her kids."

"I don't care about the fucking money. I care about you. As long as I have enough to stay off the street corner, I have plenty. Just be careful."

"Will do." I laid a lip lock on her. Immediately, we got the Kissing song.

"Yes, and kissing is one of the best things in life," I said. "When you find that special someone, make sure you kiss them a lot."

Sonia laughed then kissed me again. "I haven't gotten nearly as many kisses lately as I'd like."

"Me either, Rooster," Bobbi said. "I need more kisses. Lay them on me, stud."

I dive-bombed her in the pool and gave her a hearty kiss after she sputtered free of the drenching I gave her.

"Come here, you guys. I'm kissing you monkeys too," I told the kids. "I want kisses from everyone, and I'd better get them, or I'm coming after you."

Jeremy and Belinda gladly got their kisses. Tommy was a little gun-shy, and I had to chase him around the pool until I caught him.

"Ugh," he grunted when I smacked his cheek. "Dad, you're embarrassing me."

"Tough noogies, Scout. Hugs and kisses are how people show affection to one another. Man up. Affection won't kill you. Lack of affection will." I kissed the other cheek.

"Rooster and Scout, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g," Belinda started.

Tommy and I splashed her, then we caught her and kissed her all over her face. Bobbi, Sonia, and Jeremy all laughed hysterically.

Suddenly, she threw her arms around me and hugged me so hard her arms were straining, half sobbing.

"What is it, Tuffy?" Tommy asked.

"Rooster's right. I wish I'd hugged and kissed my Dad more when he was alive. This feels so much better. Don't run away, Tommy. Love Rooster like crazy. Hold on with every ounce of strength you have. You never know what's going to happen."

I hugged her close. "Don't be afraid, Tuffy. Life throws curveballs at you, but you soldier on. Listen, I want you guys to finish all of your homework today while I'm gone. Even if you don't go to school on Monday, we can't have you falling behind. We'll look it over together tomorrow, right?"

"Right."

"Why don't you give it another thirty minutes in the pool, then get ready for lunch. Maya, could you look after them?"

"Where are you going?"

"Bobbi and Sonia need a lot more kissing."

Maya laughed. "No problem."

I got out of the pool, collected my lady's hands, and we did a lot more kissing, plus other stuff.

******

Edgar was holding our briefing before we headed out. We were divided into five teams of five. One local cop, one Fed, and three of the security guys, who'd be the clients, rotating each place we went to, because we wouldn't have to lie about being an officer. Edgar and Beth laid out the tattoos and brands we'd be looking for, asking us to memorize them.

"If you can, get the masseuse naked so you can see all of her body. Sometimes, the tattoo is hidden under pubic hair and might not be visible, but a lot of times, it's on the ass, so if she has pubic hair, pay attention to it," Beth said.

"When you go into a room, see if you notice security cameras," Edgar said.

"Why?" Tank asked.

"If this is a criminal enterprise using trafficked slaves, management will be trying to keep an eye on them, and they're more likely to be watched all the time so they know what they're saying to their clients," Edgar said. "Additionally, if you're going to stoop to trafficking, why not blackmail? Take movie footage of some police captain getting his jollies; you now have a way to keep said captain in line. Not all police become bent for money. Some get bent because of extortion. Criminals are not shy about using either method. So, cameras or mirrors which might be one-way glass might be indicative of how crooked the operation is."

"Additionally, places with slaves probably have muscle. You get out of line, you might have two or three gents outside your door, waiting to bust your chops. They'll know if they're needed by keeping an eye on their property. It might be nice for you to know who's going to be waiting for you when you step out of the room. If they have cameras, expect somebody to be there if they have any suspicions of your intentions. Best if you call for your backup before you exit the room. I'd love for you to have earpieces, but it isn't reasonable for civilians to be wearing ears, so you'll have a pager-like device that if you press the button, your team knows you need them and you've discovered something wrong."

"Sonia gave me some advice on how to approach this," I said to the other teams. "You can't offer money for sex, or they'll suspect you're an undercover officer looking to make a bust, and we don't want standard prostitutes anyway. We want to see if they have trafficked women. According to Beth, they might have more limited English skills. That will be a clue. Another clue is the slaves usually get the shit jobs no one else wants, but you can't ask if one will drink your piss.

"She suggested you say that you have some special needs that you can't find anyone else willing to do. If they have someone who's willing to do some nasty shit, you might get assigned to a slave, because she'll do anything. Once we know one was trafficked, we can bust the place and talk to all of the women. The person going in has the frequency scanner, but you have to use it discreetly if the place is wired. You can't be waving it over some woman's body, or they'll be wondering what the hell you're doing, so carry it in a briefcase with some kink gear that if anyone asks what kinds of special needs you have, you can flash it. Maybe some cuffs or rope, butt plugs, dildos, or the like."

"Great idea," Beth said. "We'll stop someplace to pick that stuff up if we don't have it. Don't have sex with these women, for God's sake. They can start their massages while you talk to them to feel it out. If they ask what you want, write it down on a piece of paper, and see if they can read English. Even if they speak it, they may not read or write it."

"We can't just ask if they're a slave?" Tango asked.

"They may be beaten or killed if they answer that truthfully," Beth said. "Would you? Like I said, they may be monitored. If you ask them, they may lie through their teeth because they know they're watched. You will have to figure it out on your own. Don't expect them to say, 'Help me, I'm a slave held against my will.' They won't say that.

"You have no idea what they went through before they ended up in that massage parlor. They may consider that a welcome break in their lives, you pissing in their mouth. In the month I was a slave, I learned to beg for people to piss or shit in my mouth. It only took a month. To be honest, it only took about two weeks, and I was broken. I was willing to do anything to keep from being beaten again. That plastic surgeon who's going to fix up Cherry, she had to fix my back from all the scars I had. The mental scars are still there."

"Any more questions?" Edgar asked.

"That goody bag you mentioned. How do we get one?" Someone asked, I think one of the new officers.

"I'll take one guy from each team with me to the closest sex toy shop, load up a duffel bag with some kink toys, and bring you back here. It won't take but a half hour or so. The rest of the team can be working on the details of your approach," I said.

I snagged a guy from each team and headed out in the Genesis. There were three sex shops within two miles of the hotel, so I picked the biggest one and headed there. I could buy whatever I needed. I got anal plugs, lube, some ropes, some nylon and Velcro wrist and ankle cuffs, some dildos and vibrators, and five duffel or overnight bags. Then we hustled back to the hotel, where the toys were opened and dumped into the bags, along with the frequency scanners. Every team got a one-button pager. One press alerted your team, another press alerted the whole group in case things really went to shit. It would initiate 911 calls to their location.

I was teamed with Preacher, the FBI agent, Winston, a BCA agent, Peter, and one of Edgar's guys, Thomas, who still had a bit of a British accent for variety. No women went on this trip, but we had doctors and psychologists on standby if needed.

My area was the Southwest part of Minneapolis and the nearest suburbs. We also had a group going to the Southeast, Northeast, Northwest, and downtown areas. Our targets were identified within our area. Our first stop was a massage parlor along Hennepin Avenue, not too far from the hotel. I chose to go in first, to see if what Sonia suggested worked. I was dressed in a sport coat and tie, a typical businessman, and I'd transferred our goody bag to my briefcase.

When I went in, I noted the lobby had two security cams.

"Hello, sir, what can we do for you today?" The receptionist asked.

"I've been involved in some tense negotiations this week, and I could really use a massage."

"Masseur or Masseuse?"

"Masseuse, definitely."

"Thirty minutes, an hour, or longer?"

"I'll take the hour, but can I ask a question?"

"Certainly, sir."

"I have some special needs, and I haven't found anyone else who can take care of it."

"What kind of special needs, a prosthetic?"

"No, ma'am, nothing like that. I'm embarrassed to say."

"We can't help you unless we know."

I opened the briefcase and turned it so she could see what was inside.