You actually came back? Guess curiosity got the better of you huh? I suppose you're here because you wanna know about my hiring process, and those permanent girls I mentioned before right? Alright dude, pop a squat again, and I'll tell you how I came to possess- I mean "hire", my main five.

Last time, in my epic life story if you don't remember, I had just sold my soul to the devil. Devils whatever. Flim and Flam, two psychotic brothers who I agreed to let them work for me in exchange for not selling their location out to the cops. Yeah, it was pretty badass. Initially I was, rightfully, concerned working with them, they did attempt to murder me after all, and what Flim said that night stuck with me for a while:... "Do NOT fuck us".

I made sure never to do anything that could be misconstrued, as betrayal, I wasn't exactly friendly, but I made sure not to piss them off. Had my girls in tip-top shape for their bi-daily visits, whenever they needed something, substances, money or otherwise, I forked it over, it was one of the few times in my life I actually played something safe on a consistent basis.

I didn't like it either.

They did, surprisingly well I might add, turned up some pretty good candidates for the Griffon, all were eighteen or older, no known criminal records, some of them were either down on their luck types, looking for a way to earn some money so they don't starve, at least two were runaways. There was one that they brought in one day, total daddies girls, weird name too, had the word "Cloud" in it. She had come to Nevada from Montana for excitement, and a chance to get out see life and seize it (she is from Montana though, can you blame her?).

The tricky part, was actually hiring them.

Obviously not every ordinary average girl is going to jump on the offer to work in a sex house, anticipating my concerns with their whatever their recruiting methods could have been, Flim and Flam never really clarified how they got girls, said "Magician don't reveal secrets and neither do we." Dicks.

Flim and Flam never told the girls what job they were applying for, they just said that I could "potentially" help them find work, if they were looking. They fixed me up an office at an old hideout, to keep up appereances, they said the location was, "nostalgic" for them. Not every girl joined up, obviously, I could respect that, but a good number did, girls left and girls stayed after a while, like normal, but the amount of girls they were able to round up, well over shadowed those I lost. By the end of three months working with the Flim-Flam Brothers I had raised my playmate count from that lame ten, to a pretty rad twenty-two, and my monthly income with it.

Business carried on like this for about year. Griffon's Cathouse had now been open for two and a half at this point.

Business was steady. At this point, I had acquired more than several dozen weekly, or bi-monthly at the longest regular customers. Not all just men. My stock of booze increased, I was able to get better toys for the adventurous types, even outfits for the playmates. Every Christmas, they girls had their choice of dressing up as sexy elves, or Santa's little helpers, Halloween they had the basics, seductive vampires, hot zombies, hell I even got them Leprechaun lingerie for St. Patties day.

And yet still something was missing.

Granted I was a still relatively fresh business, and the brothers still were able to get some decent girls, but there would still be days; albeit very rare, where we'd have no business, and our only customers, were our established regulars. It bugged me, I wanted customers in here all the time, new, old, tourist, cheating spouse, politician, hell I would have taken experimenting couples at this point!

I voiced my concerns to Flim and Flam one day, during one of our bi-daily meetings; a Wednesday I think. We were at a booth in the back, I made sure to close up shop whenever we talked, could never be too safe. They sat and listened to what I had to say, and when I was finished they gave each other a glance. I don't have siblings, so I guess being able to read each other like that is a family thing. Flim spoke up first, and I knew it was him, because around the time of our second meeting, I made one wear a solid red, and the other a solid blue shirt so I could identify them easier; Flim was blue, Flam was red.

"You are... absolutely certain, your current standings aren't satisfactory enough?" This simple question both uneased and irritated me. Uneased because, very rarely did either of them seem... doubtful, or even conflicted when it came to our business. The irritation was more a prominent force because, I thought I made this exceptionally fucking clear, that I was going to succeed, any damn way that I could! So I replied as such.

"No shit Flim. Things are only 'fine' right now, I need them to be off-the-charts, balls-to-the-wall epic! We're making enough money to where I can pay my girls respectable wages, the two of you can fart around as you please, and I can go to sleep with I nice chunk of change as my pillow. What I want to be able to pay my girls enough money so that they feel more inclined to stay, you guys can still do as you wish, and I, can sleep soundly, knowing I turned a bitchin' profit." I really don't like having to talk to these guys in whining tangents, but I swear that it's the only way it gets through their heads.

Flim spoke again, "Please try to see this from our perspective too, as you know, Flam and myself run a very risky business. He and I are not the ones that find these women for you, if we just walked around all nilly-willy with a feather in our caps, the authority would surely find us quick. That is why our lackeys are roaming the streets, even then this is a difficult practice, can you assume correctly how many men we have employed?"

Damn, good question. Come to think of it, the only time I ever saw someone they referred to as "One of The Dogs", there was three of them. They... honestly they looked like ordinary dudes you'd see on the street. Was this part of their strategy? More importantly, why do I give a shit? I had no damn clue, so I just guessed. "Ah hell I don't know... given how big Carson is... hundred?"

They fucking laughed at me. To add boredom to injury, Flam went into detail.

"You have far to many digits madam, I'll save you the trouble of guessing however and tell you. Under our command, we have but a single group of twelve men."

Wait- what!?

"TWELVE!?" I jumped up from the table, slamming my hands down from the shock. "You mean to tell me all the money you've stolen across the state and probably others, the people you've hurt, kidnapped, and have killed, was done by just the two of you, and twelve men?" They sat there for a few seconds looking up at me, my voice most likely still ringing in their ears Flim responded to my outburst.

"Dogs travel in pacts 'tis a fact, only alphas my join our pact. Average Joe's like you or I turned into savage beasts, anything less, and they will die. Wild dogs, our pack at our beck and call, our Calvary, with us at the head..."

"And if you cross Flim and Flam, on you, the pack will descend". Flam finished with a teasing, yet still sinister smirk.

I wasn't about to let these assholes get to me.

"Nice slogan, was there a point to-" Flam cut me off before I could ask the same question you'd probably have at this point.

"But of course little birdie. We are not the true alphas Flim and I, everyone serves somebody, it is a simple fact of life, we serve a higher power." Clearly they weren't talking about God. At least I hoped not. "His empire is vast, and ever growing, Flim and I I are just like our Dogs, just pieces of his puzzle, moving and acting as he see's fit." Oh fuck, were they talking about their twisted version of God!?

"Flam is not wrong madam. His reach stretches from the core of Manhattan, the Ozarks of the South, the sunny beaches of California, all the way down to the slums of Mexico." No... they could't have be referring to- "In short, we understand you want "stay-at-home-whores" as it were, we can help. A few calls can be made, information can be acquired, strings pulled. Lives may get ruined, but as we all know, you are by no means a stranger to those extremes to get what you desire."

At this point he rose at an eerily slow pace from his seat as he spoke. Not gonna lie, I got a mild case of the shakes then.

"Your business will flourish, by your will any woman you want; we will acquire. Sensitive knowledge will be your leverage, this whore house of yours, shall will transform into your own personal Shangri-La." At this point he was eye level with me, smirk still on his face. "For anything is possible... when you work for Sombra."

Sombra... anything bad you can think of, that man has done it. Extortion, smuggling, drugs, kidnapping, murder, all the above. I had thought he strictly operated out of Florida. Further explanation from Flim and Flam at later points in time would shed some light on the infamous almost-terrorist, but that's not important. What was important was that I didn't sign my soul to the devil like I thought I had. No, more like a partnership with Azrael and Judas. Sombra, was the true devil in this equation.

I could have backed out, said no, tried something anything else. I didn't. I could've tried to get by on my own. I didn't. These weren't just two psychopaths with weird personal tastes, they were direct lackeys to Sombra himself, probably knew him personally. I was digging my hole deeper down, and all for what? A brothel in the middle of Nevada!? This was nuts, I was nuts. Yet as I looked around my home that day, I saw the blood, sweat and tears I put into this place.

The two years of waiting. The nine mile walk. That night under the stars. Was I really going to trade it all away?

No. I couldn't. Not now, after two and a half years of successful business. So now I've gone from working with just two Legion of Doom rejects, to working with the human equivalent of AM. All for my brothel that I cheated, fought for, and built.

For better or worse, I didn't regret a thing.

Author's Notes:

Filler for the win! So yeah, originally I was going to have this be a part of the super-mega-exposition finale, before the actual plot commences, but to save some space, I took this section, and gave it its own filler chapter. Plus, I wanted to give whoever favorited this something to read. Chapter 2, well 3 now, is coming soon! Not like today soon, but not like in 6 days soon either.