of Grimm Pleasures

There are seven Brothers Grimm. And just as many reasons to not cross them. Most of them are muscle, neanderthals. But there is one who is quite clever. He is the one to watch. But they all work in this collective, borg, way that defies reason so you actually have to avoid them all.

The place is not the worst. Not the best. They will do whatever people want/need/desire at the moment and that could be anything from "food" to "alcohol" to "sex" to "I really hate my mate and I want them to disappear". I am surprised they do not serve Italian here. The Brothers have their big meaty mitts into everything. They have taken multitasking to new levels, though I suppose that is not too hard considering how many of them there are. God forbid number four or five gets bored or sits around and eats too much cannoli.

Grimm Pleasures is not my first employment on Gor. I have quite a resume. I would if I could remember all of them anyway. I am also not the only one employed by this fine upstanding establishment. There is a big sonofabitch black guy with markings all over his body kind of like mine but .. different. His name is Djinn. I call him Rummy. He doesn't get it. Which is a good thing too because one of his fists could crush my skull easily. But he seems to like me. Perhaps all that inking leached into his brain. If the Brothers Grimm are like the Mafia then Djinn is like the big guy with the mirrored sunglasses standing by the door.

There are others of course but they have not exactly entered my sphere of focus yet. The only one that does not exactly fit here is Heidi. Indentured virgin. You can smell her innocence and the brothers have used this to their advantage. She is one of the beautiful people. She doesn't belong here and yet she does not seem completely loathe to be here. She appears to be here of her own volition. I am curious.

And who am I? That's easy. I'm the janitor. They call me when they need something cleaned up, swept up and polished. I not only clean up the mess, but I direct the entire thing somewhere else just in case there is someone left to remember the mess. By the time the authority arrives with their uptight over stimulated ideas of themselves and their purpose .. they realize they are at the wrong establishment all together and the entire thing happened two streets over, or at least three doors down. And there is plenty of evidence to prove it. Not that they employ any CSI over the top techniques. In fact I think my talents are wasted. But I've proven myself valuable enough that I no longer have to worry about the rent or food. Grimm are not the best people to work for but they aren't the worst so I am at least adrift somewhere in the middle. Any worse and I would have to worry about my own survival more than the job I was paid to do and any better and I would have to worry about the politics. So I'm alright with this middle.