SLUT SISTER

"Holy shit! I think I am in the wrong room. I should get going." Xander said, forcing a smile. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He walked out of the room, blinking his eyes in disbelief. Melody's lips parted she was still holding the guy’s dick with her mouth slightly open. She couldn’t believe her brother saw her in that position and he was being dramatic.

Xander kicked the door open again, staring at them. "I…just wanna." He paused, walking closer to them.

"Ugh! I just wanna…" he paused. He couldn’t think of words to say. He didn’t prepare for what he was seeing. He thought it was a dream, but it was reality.

"Who the hell are you, dude? Can’t you see we are using this room?" The client expressed dissatisfaction.

"Just turn around and get out of this room. Give us some privacy." The client said, pushing Melody’s head towards his dick, but she didn’t bulge. He controlled her head. Her gaze was still fixed on Xander, who had a disgusted look in his eyes.

"Why did you stop?" The client asked Melody, but his questions landed on deaf ears.

Xander’s boots made a clanking sound against the floor as he walked closer to them with his gaze fixed on her.

"Melody, I-Is this your job?" He stuttered, her eyes flickered, she didn’t know how to respond, she let go of the man’s dick and got up on her feet.

"I-I can explain." She said with her lips trembling.

"Explain what? That he is your boyfriend? And you are just giving him a blowjob?" Xander asked.

"Aren’t you supposed to be at work?" She questioned.

"I was on my way to work but I was feeling restless because you didn’t tell me anything about your job, so I decided to track your location, but you are here…giving this man a blow job?" Xander said and directed his gaze at the man.

"Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? You asked a young girl like her to give you a blowjob." Xander said, pointing at the client with his index finger.

"I don’t understand you. I, huh, think there has been a misunderstanding here." The man said.

"There is no misunderstanding the fact is that you molested my sister, is this how you employ people? They will have to please you first before you give them a job?" Xander questioned, preventing the client from speaking. The client was angry because of Xander’s behavior towards him.

"I think there has been a misconception here. She is my girl. I have paid for her time." The client protested.

"Shut up," Xander said, and punched him hard in the face. The man staggered and rested his hand on top of Ashley’s desk.

"What do you have to say for yourself? You want to give me excuses why you are trying to have sex with a little girl like my sister?" Xander asked and grasped the man’s hair hard yanking it back.

"What are you talking about? I paid for her. She is supposed to belong to me for a few hours." The man protested.

"Oh, shut up, shut your fucking mouth. I know men like you. I am going to teach you a lesson." Xander said and slapped the man twice on the face before kicking him on the back. The man fell to the ground, grunting. He couldn’t fight Xander back because he was in his cop uniform. Xander was panting. He moved closer to the man and attempted to hit him in the face with his boots.

"Brother, please stop this!" Melody yelled.

"Why? So, he can take advantage of you? Not a chance." He replied, attempting to kick him.

"Brother please, he is telling the truth. You are going to ruin my reputation, if you keep doing this." Melody said under her breath.

"Your reputation? What about mine?" He questioned glaring at her, the man crawled on the floor away from them and struggled to stand up on his feet, turning back to look at them, holding his pants up at his waist.

"I don’t know what your fucking problem is, bro, but I am going to report this to the queen. This is unacceptable!" The man yelled and started running out of the room.

"Hey! Come back here, who are you talking about." Xander said, fuming in anger with clenched jaw. Melody stood in front of him, preventing him from going. She was angry that he beat up her first customer. He grasped her hand, looking down at her.

"Why are you doing all this? Why look for a job when I can take good care of you?" He bombarded her with questions. She burst into tears and pulled her hand from his grip.

"I can’t depend on you my whole life. You just ruined things for me. That guy you just chased out was supposed to be my first customer. He was supposed to be the first customer to pay me!" She exclaimed.

"C... customer? I don’t get you." He said with a frown.

"I am a whore now, brother. Deal with it!" She yelled. His eyes widened in shock.

"Y-you are lying." He replied with his lips trembling.

"I am not lying," she said, and turned her back on him. "You should get out of here and leave me alone. You already blew my chance to make money." She said.

"What are you saying? Prostitution is not the only way." He said, walking closer to her. He put his hand on her left shoulder. She shook his hands off.

"Please leave me alone. I want to be a prostitute. This is the only thing I am good at." He said.

"No, it’s not! You are a great cook!" he exclaimed, and she chuckled.

"Please stop yelling at me. Aren’t you the one who keeps skipping breakfast and dinner because I cook?" She said.

"No, I don’t intentionally skip them I…" she cut in.

"Please go away, just leave me alone. I am no longer your little sister. I can make decisions by myself. You should focus on your job." She advised.

"I…" His speech was interrupted by his ringing phone. He was running late for work, but he didn’t want to leave her there.