by Sandra Raine
I rolled my eyes and made an attempt to step around him but he grabbed me roughly by the arm and spun me a ninety degree and yanked me from the bathroom into the room.
"Stop it!" I shouted. "Leave me alone!" I bitched.
Mr. Church abruptly let go of my arm; I stammered a few steps back with the back of both my knees hitting the edge of the bed almost causing me to fall flat onto the mattress but I managed to keep to my balance and remained standing. By this time the door to the motel room had opened with Justin walking in looking his intense self. But then his demeanor altered when he caught the incensed expression across Mr. Church's gorgeous face.
Justin pursed his lips and slammed the door in a state of annoyance. "What did she do?" Mr. Church glared at me while the genuine of his eyes scolded my hazed ones.
"Are you aware of this?" he quested, tossing the half-emptied vial at Justin who quickly snatched it mid-air.
Justin glanced down at the vial impassively commenting, "She claims it helps her relax."
"Is Dominic aware that his number one whore is on coke?" Mr. Church insulted. I glared at Mr. Church in silence with my fists literally curling against my palms. I was but two seconds away from knocking him on his ass.
"He's aware," Justin smirked. "He's the one who introduced her to it." Mr. Church's throat joggled as he stared at me; his expression no longer disgusted but pitied. "Isn't that right, sweetheart?" Justin then toyed, tossing the vial back to me. I swiftly caught it. And I couldn't help but to stare down at it ashamed.
"Wow," Mr. Church scoffed, "you men sure know how to fuck a pretty little thing up, don't you!?" and with those last callous and insulting words, Mr. Church then eased himself out of my motel room looking more disgusted than pitied.
"Get rid of that shit!" Justin then barked at me like if this was all my fault. "It's time!"
By the time the last man crawled off of me it was roughly one in the morning. And not only was I covered in filth I was having a hard time standing up 'cause I was feeling weak. I also felt like my entire body had worked in overdrive 'cause every inch of my muscles ached, from my back to my arms to my legs.
By the time I stepped out of the shower smelling mildly refreshed and dressed back in my "good girl" clothes, Mr. Church was already for me in the room. He had been pacing back and forth and looking every bit as inopportune as Dominic had looked prior to him dropping me off for Vegas. I mean, if Mr. Church was so disgusted by my imposed "profession" then it left me wondering why he hadn't doing anything about it like take me away or something?
I picked up the duffel bag from off the dresser and followed Mr. Church out of the motel room.
"You hungry?" He finally asked from amidst the uncomfortable silence that settled between us the moment we stepped back into his Escalade. I shook my head, and instead meant to ask about Jenna and Chloe but I just kept to my silence.
I felt elated when Mr. Church escorted me back to the hotel. Justin and Josh were sitting in the living area, drinking and counting money. The three exchanged brief nods with Josh rising to his feet and heading toward the bathroom while Justin leaned back in his seat and lit a cigarette.
Through a cloud of smoke, I surveyed Justin not very pleased with me standing so close to Mr. Church that it prompted him to say, "Come here, Jane." My stomach pinched. And I had to take deep breaths of air just to keep myself from having a nervous breakdown 'cause I detested Justin ordering me near him.
"It's late." Mr. Church casually reminded. "She needs to head to bed."
"She's a whore, bro. Whores don't sleep." Justin insulted as he stabbed his half-toked cigarette butt into the overflowing ashtray.
"Well that's your opinion, bro," Mr. Church retorted idly, giving me a gentle shove toward the direction of the bedroom. "And in my opinion, she needs to look young, pretty, and rested. Not old and washed out."
"Pft! Whatever!" Justin scoffed turning his attention back to the stacks of money strewn across the coffee table.
"And besides," Mr. Church went on to coolly add, "I need to talk to you." I snuck a peek at Mr. Church over my shoulder just as I was clearing the bedroom door. He, too, lit a cigarette before disappearing from my sight.
I left the bedroom door slightly cracked open so I could peer an ear through. It seemed my curiosity was getting the best of me especially for Mr. Church. I stole a quick glance over my shoulder toward the bed where Jenna and Chloe were lying, hoping that they weren't awake and watching me. When I saw that they were asleep instead, I then stole a glance at the bedside clock: it was just after two.
I heard a door close somewhere within the hotel room, and some heavy footsteps - probably Justin's since he was a tall and brawny guy - shifting around in the living area. I quickly pressed my ear in between the crack of the bedroom door listening to Justin open up with:
"So what's with you and little Miss Whore-shine? You got a thing for her or what?"
"'A thing'?"
"Yeah."
"Could you be more specific?"
"You can't seem to keep your dick out of her ass. Is that specific enough for you, bro?"
"I guess it's better than keeping your fist in her face."
"Look, Henry, I really don't see what the big fucking big deal is about her. I mean, and the way I see it, man, she's no different than Jenna, than Chloe, Tia or Bai, or your girls, Sabrina, Annette, Sara-"
"She is a big deal, Justin, whether you choose to acknowledge that fact or not."
"Why? 'Cause she's in conjunction with them assholes? 'Cause like the others she wasn't snatched up, bought or bribed? Is that it? Is that what makes this whole bullshit thing a big fucking deal with her?"
"She makes them money. . .Lots of money."
"Dude, does it look like I give a shit?"
"Is that why you and Dom spend a great deal of time arguing over her particularly when Dom slaps your hand from her ass which pisses you off 'cause even you know she makes you a lot of money. . .Money sometimes you yourself can't have without dividing it up?"
"So you and Dom becoming friends now - "
"We're in business together, bro. That's it. Nothing more.""
"So you're lookin' to loan in on Dom's "business"?"
"Think he'll approve?"
"Fuck no!"
"Think he'll be interested in say. . . a trade?"
"What? Your soul for his personal golden bitch? Hell-fucking-no! And it's not up to you, bro. Neither one of us for that matter."
"He's that attached, huh?"
"Not any more attached as you were to Kelly."
"Kelly was personal."
"She wasn't a conflict of interest, Henry."
"So. . .What?. . .They still think that that Czech is still searching?"
"If I hadn't known any better I'd say they're still bankin' on it."
"Hmm."
"Look, Henry, unlike the others, Jane is personal to them, you, us, this whole total fucking organization. I mean, do you actually think. . .Wait! Let me rephrase. Do you actually believe even for a split second, that them sick motherfuckers would even consider givin' up Jane to someone like you, just like that?. . .I mean, you who is as conflicted as they are?"
Then a silence settled. Then I heard more shifting around the living area, the lighting of another cigarette, steps across the room, glasses bumping, liquid being poured.
Then another silence settled, only prolonged until Justin spoke again..
"Look, man, we got another couple of days here. And to be honest with you, Josh and I, we'd rather be down at the tables than fuckin' babysittin'. I mean, it's been pretty slow. If you want, front some of your money and you can take Jane and do whatever the fuck you want to do with her. It'll be between us."
"And Jenna and Chloe?"
"I don't know, man. Take them fuckin' shoppin', or somethin'. Shit, I don't fucking care!"
"How much are you in for?"
"'Bout thirteen grand."
"Maybe you should stop gambling?"
"
Maybe I should just shoot my fucking loan shark instead."
"It's not like it's never been done before."
"Do you want to venture or not?"
"I don't know, man? I mean, it's been awhile, and I'm married with a son."
"What. . .Taboo pussy don't tempt you anymore?"
"Back in the day. . .yeah. I mean, if it were, I would have had her by now."
"How long has it been?"
"About two, three years now."
"Damn, man! I commend your dick!"
"Why. . .Because you can't stop dipping yours?"
"Hey, man, I like sloppy pussy, too, however, it still doesn't compare to pre-adolescent pussy. Know what I mean?"
"Still like them twelve-year-olds, huh?"
"Fuck you!"
"Yeah."
"Well, man, Diamond ain't no twelve-year-old. . .she's fifteen. . .but it's still all good."
I exhaled, and very quickly but quietly shut the bedroom door. Then suddenly my heart stopped beating when I felt a stern hand wrap around my mouth from behind me. For a moment there I actually thought someone had broken into the room and decided to steal me away in the middle of the night that is until the thief revealed itself by stepping around from behind me. I was tempted on slugging Jenna straight in the face just for frightening the shit out of me!
"Shh," she quickly gestured with a finger to her lips. I choked back my frustration and nodded. Jenna removed her hand from my mouth.
"I thought you were asleep?" I bitched.
"Be careful with Mr. Church, Jane," Jenna solemnly forewarned.
"Wh. . .What?" I mean, now I was really confused, as in two-thirty in the morning, confused.
"He'll make you fall in love with what you can never have."
"Then I'm to assume that you're speaking from experience then?"
"Maybe?" Jenna challenged.
"I know you have a point, Jenna. So why don't you spill it, huh, instead of keeping me in suspense?" I challenged.
"Pimps rarely fall in love with their whores, Jane. But when they do, rest assured, you'll only end up being replaced by another in the long run. Pimps are like psychopaths. . .It's in their nature to move on to the next sure thing 'cause that alone is a sure thing."
"Henry Church fell in love with his." I don't fail to stubbornly remind her.
"Yes." Jenna retorted, her eyes faltering from mine just a bit. "And that is why he's now looking to you. . .to replace her. I'm warning you, Jane. . .Don't fall in love 'cause in the end you'll be right back where you started. . .with nothing."
Chapter 43
Nothing had changed as far as "work" was concerned. The sleazy motels however, were different, and the men were plenty which seemed to be the only 'change'.
It also seemed like the perverts of the world had unexpectedly surfaced from below scum's universe just to attend the quarterly rape convention which was always held, thanks to the ramblings of my fellow co-whores and gal-pals Jenna and Chloe, in the sinest place on earth, Las Vegas.
I personally found it quite confusing to spend a partial of my day enslaved in a luxurious hotel suite with breathless views of the Strip and excellent room service then have to spend the remainder of my day imprisoned in sleazy motel rooms reeking of stale smoke lingering beneath ghastly and ghostly activities. The thought alone literally sent chills up and down my spine. And when I posed this exact thought to both Jenna and Chloe they both laughed with Jenna concluding: 'Even pimps have their limitations. Anything less would demean them.'
As Justin and Josh helped conduct our business inside the walls of these various cheap motel rooms, Mr. Church lingered outside, I assumed, smoking and cursing while keeping a casual eye out for any sign of entrapment.
What I had noticed in the last couple of days however, was Mr. Church's conscientious demeanor toward me. I also noticed that his hidden feelings for me were starting to take a toll on him emotionally 'cause he couldn't bring himself to look at me each time he escorted me to a motel room. It was as if he had suddenly grown a conscience in his profession while at the same time, disgusted with his partaking as one of my pimps. When he did let his guard down, and that was usually after picking me up, he would then openly bash Justin and Josh and Dominic for their inappropriate behavior toward me, toward Jenna, toward Chloe, and the other girls. I was starting to get the impression, based on the little time I was spending alone in his company, that he didn't treat his girls the way we were being treated. For example: We weren't allowed to talk to Justin, or Josh, or Mr. Church, or amongst ourselves unless we were addressed. We weren't allowed to ask questions. We weren't allowed to wander around the hotel room, use the bathroom, watch TV, or order room service without their consent first whereas with Mr. Church, and again, I assumed, his girls were allowed to do all of the above.
I was also finding difficulty in trying to comprehend Mr. Church being a compassionate pimp rather than a ruthless one. I mean, could age play a factor in his compassion? Could it be marriage, or the fact he had a son that had something to do with it? Or maybe he wasn't compassionate, and he was just putting up a front that he was? And if so, why did he treat us to a nice lunch then save Jenna from a severe beating from Justin? Why would he get enraged over the fact I was doing coke, or show consideration by asking if I was hungry each time he picked me up? And why would he partake in a conversation that would enrage Dominic if he knew of his intentions with me? I mean, none of it made any sense to me. I mean, the only thing that began to really make sense was me slowly, and secretly, falling in love with him.
When Sunday night came to an end, I was both stumped and surprised when Justin strolled into the motel room instead of Mr. Church. And suddenly, I felt in fear for my life.
"You smell nice," Justin complimented from behind his deviousness, particularly when he stepped into me and pressed his body dangerously against mine. I could literally feel the intensity of both his heated lips and his erection stabbing against my flesh; God how he loved to toy with my fear.
"So tell me, Diamond, is this the way you smell when you fuck, or did you buy this perfume for our dear friend Mr. Church, hmm?" That sudden fear in the pit of my stomach then tugged and pulled to the very point of dread as I remained a mute and said I in defense to the obvious truth. I realized, with Justin's reminding, that smelling pretty for another pimp wasn't exactly orthodox. And that little pitch of envy within Justin's tone pointed me in the direction of a severe beating. Better yet, death.
"You can say something, Jane. . .Something that can make me very, very happy and not so much as insanely jealous."
"Ta. . .Tanya bought the perfume. I'm wearing it out of obligation."
"Good, girl," Justin praised while his hands smoothed the fine of my hair kind of like the way masters groomed their pets. Justin then ran his silver tongue across my lips while his hands trailed up between my legs. His kiss then traveled toward the left of my ear, and I flinched remembering how he pierced that same lobe a few days back.
"Now," he said suddenly sounding every bit like Dominic. "I believe you owe me an apology for making me think that you were only smelling good for our dear friend Mr. Church." My legs involuntarily gave out from beneath me as I was now sitting on the edge of the rummaged bed with Justin's hidden erection staring me blindly in the face.
Giving Justin head made me think of cigarette ashes; his cum, spoiled milk. That by the time I returned to my own personal cell in the sky, I vomited - not once, but twice!
I flushed the toilet and crossed to the bathroom sink. I glanced at myself in the bathroom's mirror - I looked like I had been put through a ringer: My skin was pale. My eyes were bloodshot and bulging. I also looked like I was on the verge of passing out. And just when I thought my troubles couldn't have gotten any worse, Chloe suddenly barged into the bathroom looking more distraught than me. I, too, noticed that her eyes were bloodshot but it was her shade of skin that unnerved me as it appeared flushed and clammy as if she had been running all night, and was bu
t two seconds away from passing out cold.
"Chloe, what is it?" I urged while my hands tried to comfort her face, her arms, her hands; she was trembling in fear.
Taking a few deep breaths of air and fanning herself diligently, Chloe then summoned up enough strength to announce point blank: "Jenna ran away." My jaw instantaneously dropped. And my heart began pounding wildly against my chest. I stared at Chloe speechless and far beyond shocked. Then, the bathroom door slammed opened with Chloe screaming. . .Justin now had Chloe by the throat..
"Where-in-the-fuck-IS-SHE?" He then yelled while his wrath bounced off the walls. And I must've jerked hard in my own skin 'cause Justin shifted his attention to me. I couldn't help but to take a harrowing step back, seeking refuge near the oversized bathtub.
"I. . .I. . .I don't. . .don't. . .know. . ." Chloe staggered, gasping for air behind agonizing tears that Suddenly I began to cry for no apparent reason only that I was much more afraid for Chloe and Jenna.
"You're lying!" Justin shouted, grasping Chloe's throat tighter and shaking her violently like if she were a rag doll.
"Pl. . .please," she pleaded, gasping.
"You bitch!" Justin then scowled shoving Chloe hard from him while her lithe body almost lost its balance over the bathtub. "You!" Justin then pointed sternly at me. I choked back my tears and shook my head. I mean, I honestly didn't know where Jenna was, and I wasn't sure what Justin was about to accomplish with asking me.
"She doesn't know," Mr. Church unexpectedly intervened from the bathroom door. "She was with me. And Chloe was with you." he then reminded.
"Fucking Josh!" Justin disgustingly spat once he calmed himself enough to remember that exact fact. He then stormed out of the bathroom, and stormed past Mr. Church, crossing to Josh heatedly leaving me and Chloe to huddle for comfort.
"Aye, cuz, I only left her alone for a minute to piss." he fended.
"Well that fucking minute just cost both our dicks, cuz! I mean, how could you be so fucking reckless, let alone, trusting, Josh?"
"C'mon, man - "
