Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom

135 Chapter 135 : Ira

"Das, how much do you want to set up the price for each girl?" Martin asked after chatting with Das.

"Boss, it's better if we call for bidding. The Porntub manager said they will also promote this event on their official site. So, we can expect a large crowd and unexpectedly high prices for the girls." Das explained it seriously while thinking about the arrangements.

"Das, we don't have any seating arrangements to conduct a bidding... It's not possible." John complained from the side.

"John, clear the second and third floors and join them into one big floor. Also, construct a raised platform. I don't know what you do; it should be completed by tomorrow evening." Das said seriously while showing a picture of a fashion runway-type raised platform.

"That's impossible… How could it be done in one day?" John complained after hearing his idea.

"John, do as he said... don't worry about the money. Hire any number of people you want, but the work should be completed on time." Martin declared with a confident tone.

"Boss, inform all the VIPs and foreign customers of our happy house. Also, increase the security around the hotel. Do not let any outsiders enter inside, and don't forget to manage the police and officials." Das said in a pressing tone.

"Das, don't worry. Now the Reddy family has chief minister support. Security will be tight. But what i'm worrying is not that."

"we only have a hundred girls, and I don't think Porntub will send us a large number. How could we manage other customers who left with nothing?" Martin asked with a worried look.

"Haha, boss, that's simple. Put an entry deposit of one crore... we will return that amount if they fail to win any bid." Das said this after thinking for some time.

"What?!... That's too much." John commented with an astonished gaze.

"Haha, John, we might increase that number after seeing the crowd." Das said as he stood up.

Das left the Martin room after discussing the timing and arrangements of the anniversary party.

Later, John introduced the ladies tailor to Das. She is a twenty-five-year-old posh woman who is wearing ultra-modern clothes, revealing her slender, milky white legs.

She tied her long hair into a big bun, and a pencil was pierced in her hair. After taking a long look at the tailor, who is giving off lustful vibes from her charming curves, Das introduced himself to the lady.

"Hai, my name is Ira... It's nice to meet you." The lady responded with a deep stare into his eyes.

"Das, she is the owner of Sewing Queen Tailor Hub, and her company has more than fifty franchises throughout this city. She can complete our work in a short time with more precision and accuracy."

Das listened to John's explanation without turning his gaze from Ira's face. Ira gave a sweet smile and turned her face away with a shy smile as she feeling Das gaze on her body.

"Ms. Ira, thank you for coming. You won't get disappointed." Das said while shaking her hand with a tight grip.

While chatting with Ira, Das entered the first-floor hall, where hundreds of girls were waiting for his arrival. Das directly reached the podium at the opposite end and clapped his hands to stop the loud murmuring of the girls.

"Where is Ria madam?" Das asked after checking the large crowd before him.

"Manager, little madam, is busy for the next few days." One of the girls shouted from the back end.

"Hmmm... It's ok, then; I am giving you ten minutes. Within these ten minutes, all of you change into bikinis and gather on my left side." Das announced loudly without asking any questions.

The girls hurried like humble servants after hearing his order. Most of the girls started undressing in the same spot where they stood before. Ira is observing all this drama with an astonished gaze, as she never saw a hundred girls undressing infants with her own eyes.

"Why are you doing this?" Ira asked with a dumbfounded look.

"Of course, to make your work easier." Das answered with an evil grin.

"What?!..." Ira exclaimed with her mouth wide open. Instead of answering her, Das turned his focus onto the girls. 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝓸𝒎

"John, you go look after the arrangements for the stage's construction and decorations. Me and this pretty lady will handle this." Das instructed John, who is also staring at the stunning visuals.

But he left with a dissatisfied face after hearing Das command.

"I never saw a teenager working in these types of places. Why are you working in this kind of place?" Ira asked curiously with a deep stare.

"That's a long story. I will explain it to you if we have time together. :-P"

"So, first tell me this: can you handle this mob? Why don't you call for help?..." Das questioned her with a sly smile while staring into her eyes.

"Don't worry, I have a lot of time to spare, and who knows what you will do if my pretty employees come here." Ira replied without hiding her face from his bashful looks.

"Ms. Ira, you are misunderstanding me. I'm just a humble person." Das replied hurriedly after hearing her allegation.

"Stop acting like a good person; first control your humbleness... it is already poking out of your pants." Ira commented with an eye signal.

Instead of checking on his little brother, Das behaved casually, like nothing had happened. He did not repeat the same mistake from his first day at the happy house.

"Ms. Ira, focus on your work; otherwise, you will pay for your sins." Das said with an evil smile and turned back his attention towards the girls.

Ira observed Das for a long time, as she did not expect Das to act confidently without showing any weakness. Instead, she got nervous after hearing his last sentence.

"If you continue to look at me, I will kiss your lips in front of all these girls." Das commented without turning his head towards Ira.

"Hmmhh, stop threatening me. I'm not afraid of you." Ira replied with a loud smirk.

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