by T. L Smith
“Bitch, did I ask you to speak?” He pushes his finger in painfully, to the point where I jolt back. He keeps me in place though with his other hand. Clenching my teeth as hard as I can, I play the role he wants me to play.
“I’ll please you. Don’t you want me to please you?”
He smiles up at me, his mouth making me internally cringe. He pulls his finger out and lays back. His cock still rock hard. “Ride it, bitch.”
I touch my skirt, looking up at him through my fake pink hair bangs. “Don’t you want to watch?” I ask, his eyes sparkle as he sits back on his elbows while eyeing me.
“I’m going to watch you touch yourself, then I’m going to take every hole you have and break you. Do you understand?”
I nod my head, fluttering my lashes at him.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, bitch?” He strokes his cock again. This guy is fucking dumb, and thinks he’s king fucking shit. No wonder he’s in the room playing with himself alone, while talking to some online sex worker, while the other boys are having the real thing.
“Oh yes, big boy, I like that.” My skirt drops to the floor, and I turn around bending over in my G-string. He has a good view and I can hear his hand working even faster.
“Touch yourself. Now.”
I do, my fingers are better than his disgusting ones. And this whole thing just makes me feel dirty now, but I have a mission. Pushing my panties to the side, I slip a finger in and keep bending over watching him from between my legs as I finger fuck myself.
“Harder, bitch.”
I speed up my rhythm, while he hastens his hand.
“You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”
“Oh yes, big boy. So dirty.” I look away because otherwise he’ll see my eye roll as I smirk. When I look back my fingers pause at the sight of him. Mack’s hand has stopped, and his pupils are dilated and his eyes are bulging. I smile, removing my finger and wiping it on his pants, before I pull my skirt down.
“My legs. What the fuck?” He punches his leg a few times while I smile. Then he punches the other one like the dimwit he is. He goes for his phone, but I move fast picking it up and when I look at the screen I see the guy next door with the two girls.
Fuck! He must have some cameras in the rooms or something.
“Are you spying?” I ask while raising an eyebrow.
“What the fuck, bitch. Give me back my phone.” His cock’s gone flaccid and I smile. “Why are you smiling like that? Go. Get help. You stupid bitch.”
I crouch down carefully so as to not touch any of the glass. Reaching for the bottle that touched my lips, I wipe it down thoroughly and place it back on the table. When I turn back to him, it’s like he’s finally registering what’s happening.
“You aren’t the smartest cookie in the jar, are you, dear?”
“You.” He goes to lift his hands but they flop like a seal’s flippers. “What did you give me?”
I walk over to him, sitting on the side of his bed, and quickly look around to make sure there isn’t a camera in here. That would be bad. Luckily for me, I’ve picked the pervert’s room and he clearly doesn’t like an audience on himself.
“You’re quite the filthy man, aren’t you?”
“Bitch.”
I laugh. “I was going to do this quick… cut your throat, maybe.”
“They’ll kill you.”
When I look at him with my green eyes, I grin widely. “I know they will. But first, how many will I get to take with me? You will merely be the first of many.”
He spits at me and it lands on my face, the dirty fucker.
“In a few hours, you’ll simply go into respiratory failure. If you survive that, I’ll let you kill me. But you won’t.” I stand and turn his music up, placing his phone next to him before reaching for the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign and place it on his door as I duck out.
“Goodbye, fuckwit. Die slowly and painfully… it will make me very happy.”
He groans and I turn to offer a small wave before I shut the door behind me.
Fixing my wig and checking my clothes, I step down the stairs.
The boys aren’t back, yet.
So, I sit and wait, while watching the stairs intently.
4
Isadora
Finally, they step back in, one hour later. I’m still sitting in the same position, eagerly hoping no one checks on that bastard Mack upstairs. I don’t even learn his surname, not that I need to.
Ace steps out, spots me and smiles. “You stayed.”
I nod, standing.
“She has to go,” Carter states as he walks past me. The music stops as I look past Carter and back to Ace.
“You can find your own ride, right?”
I nod, not sure what to say.
Ace leans in, kisses me on the lips, and pulls back keeping his hand on my face. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” His words sound so genuine that I can’t help but blush. “I’ll be back for you.”
I nod, turn and he slaps my ass as I walk out the door with all the other guests who were kicked out as well. I take one last look at the stairs as I step outside, the smile not leaving my mouth at what I’ve finally achieved, knowing that in a few hours he will be dead. And they won’t even know.
I call an Uber the minute I hit the street. A few cars stop to give me a lift, but that’s not happening. I might have a death wish, but I want to choose how I die and that’s not by getting into a stranger’s car and being killed. My Uber arrives minutes later, and the drive isn’t long before arriving at my temporary apartment. It holds nothing of personal value, just the essentials. I haven’t called a place a home since my parents were killed. Nothing ever feels like home, not even my uncle’s place. Honestly, he feels more like my Drill Sargent than family.
“You’re home late.” I jump at his voice.
My uncle’s put on so much weight lately, his belly is massive from too much beer, and he doesn’t even bother to hide the gray in his hair anymore. I didn’t expect him tonight, he lives in a house further away from me. Him sneaking into my space is expected though, he isn’t the type to call.
“I met them.”
He sits up straighter. “How many?”
“Four. But I killed one of them,” I tell him straight up.
He smiles. “Good.” His eyes check me over. “You aren’t hurt?” he asks with a touch of concern. He doesn’t normally show concern for me so I’m confused.
“No, not yet. But it’s bound to happen.”
He nods in agreement. “You used it?” He nods to my bag.
I pull out the baggie and smile. “Yes. It was quite beautiful the way it worked.”
My uncle stands, walks over, and grabs it from me. “Tell me all about it.”
A knock on my door startles me, and my Uncle Max slides the baggie back into my hand before he steps over to the back door, turns back to look at me then he slides outside.
Straightening my skirt, I go to the door. “Who is it?”
“It’s me, I saw you come in.”
I pull the door open to see a smiling Heather. She doesn’t wait for an invitation before she pushes in and goes straight for my bed. “I saw you get dropped off. I had to come so you can tell me everything.”
“Nothing to tell.”
She looks at me, confused. “How is there nothing to tell? You’ve been gone for a few hours.” It’s closer to two hours. “Did you sleep with one of them? Perhaps the one that wouldn’t stop grabbing you?”
I shake my head. “No, Heather.” Reaching for my bag, I place it in my closet so she can’t see what’s inside.
“I bet you wanted to.” She sits forward as if I’m about to tell her every little secret I have. That will never happen.
“No. Now, how about you go back home, Heather. I’m tired and in need of sleep.” I omit the fact that I need to wash myself, because I need that guy off of me now. And any reminders of him gone.
“But…”
I sh
ake my head, putting up my hand to quieten her. “Heather… I need to sleep. I’m tired.”
She starts to nod her head while standing from my bed.
“Look, maybe tomorrow we can catch up?”
Heather smiles as she walks to the door, opening it. “Issy.”
“Yeah.”
“Do you think anyone will ever love me?”
Oh shit! My heart cracks a little for her. She comes from such a broken place, I’m afraid I won’t be enough to help put her back together. Especially since I’m the more fucked-up of the both of us. I did just kill a man, and I’m not the least bit freaked out about it. If anything I am happy.
“Heather, I love you.” Her eyes beam with light. “But I still need you to leave. Sorry, but I have to sleep.” She runs to me, throws her arms around my body.
“Thank you, Issy. I love you, too.” She pulls back and her smile is so wide that I feel bad. She leaves shortly afterward and I head straight to the bathroom to strip my clothing. Turning the shower on, I step into the scalding water and let it burn my skin, ridding myself of anything that’s him.
Having that piece of scum’s hands on me made me feel physically sick. The thought of having his fingers inside me seeps into my mind, and it makes me lean over and spew.
I let this happen, it was my choice, but it doesn’t make it any easier, though. To have been violated that way, to have his fingers slam inside of me and pretend to him that I was there for him, makes me shudder in so many different ways.
I love sex.
But Mack? Mack is more fucked-up and screwed up than anyone I’ve ever let touch me.
If I have to deal with something like that again, I’m not sure I can.
Letting the hot water burn my skin, I sit on the floor until everything else goes numb, replacing one pain with another is all I can think to do. Eyes red, they fill with water, then I let the tears fall, mixing my pain with the shower water.
It’s all I can do.
Benny’s voice is the first thing I hear when I open my eyes, he’s banging on my door so deafeningly and my name’s being screeched even louder. Sitting up, I pull my robe around me tightly as I head to open it. When I do, his face is red and his mouth is in a tight thin line. He pushes past me and into the room, while shaking his head he starts pacing back and forth.
“You’re going to ruin my already ruined carpet,” I say to him.
He looks at me, his eyebrows pinched together then he looks back to the carpet but continues to pace. I take a seat on one of the two seats at a small table waiting for him to speak.
“You…” he pauses while points his finger at me then starts walking again, pacing back and forth.
“Yes. Me…” I say nodding.
He stops again.
“Issy, you’ve fucked-up real bad.”
I sit up straighter.
Oh fucking hell! What does he know? Shit. What the fuck.
“What are you talking about?”
Benny shakes his head again. “You went with them. Why would you do that?” My back is stiff. “Them… you don’t go with them, Issy.” He runs his hand through his gray hair. “Fuck, Issy, now they’re requesting you and that means I have to find a new waitress. Are you fine with this?”
“They want me back there?” I ask, surprised.
“They do…” He pauses. “This isn’t something to be happy about, Issy. You don’t know who these men are.”
“I have an idea, Benny. You don’t need to look after me. I’m pretty capable of doing that all by myself.”
“You don’t. You have no idea. These men aren’t the normal kind that come into the club. They own it. Along with many other things in this town.”
“I know.”
Benny gives me a pointed look. “You don’t. But it is cute that you think you do.” He looks around my empty one-bedroom apartment. “You live here? By yourself?” he asks, confused.
“Yes.”
“Where are your things?”
“I have things, just not shit. I have my clothes and shoes. It’s all I need.”
“No photos. No family?” he asks.
“Nope. Just me, Benny.” I take a deep breath. “As nice as this is Benny, I need to do things today. Going back to sleep is one of them. Hurry this along, will you?”
“Quit while you are ahead,” he says. “You need to leave. I’ve seen what happens to the girls these boys take interest in, it’s never good.”
“Thank you for your concern, Benny.”
He throws up his hands. “I tried, I really did. But you’re just not understanding, Issy. Just know, I’ve warned you, and you should run.” Benny turns, dropping a piece of paper on the table and walking out the door. He turns around, his face is dark, then he slams the door.
Walking over to the note, I notice the address and the time I’m meant to be there. I smile, and sincerely hope I have as much success as I did last night. Every ounce of pain that comes with it, will be worth it. Or so I keep telling myself.
Getting dressed quickly now I’m up, I drive straight to the warehouse my uncle lives in. When I arrive he’s up and working on his car. My Uncle Max took me in when I was fourteen, around the time when my parents were killed. He was never a loving man, on the contrary actually. On the day of their funeral, we came back here and he went to work on this car, a car that I think will never be completely renovated. He slides out from under the car when he sees me, then slides back under.
“Run me through it. Step by step.”
That isn’t going to happen. He doesn’t need to know what that man did to me. How his fingers penetrated me in a way I disliked. It had to be done, though. Things have to be done that I don't like to get the revenge I can taste—I want my vengeance and I want it as quickly as I can get it.
Sitting on the bonnet of one of the cars he’s been hired to fix, I start at the beginning and skip the dirty details but fill him in on the rest.
“They want me back there tonight,” I finish with.
“No. Go to work. Make them chase you. A man loves the chase.”
“Okay,” I reply as he stands.
“You can’t slip, Isadora. If you do, it will be catastrophic. I don’t want to bury you. It’s not something I can do again.”
“I know.”
My parents death changed him, and not for the better. He was my mother’s only living relative. They were close, the best of friends.
“They will try to kill you once they know who you are. You do understand that?” I nod my head. “They won’t do it nicely either. They will kill you slowly and painfully.”
This fact, I have nightmares about. But my other nightmare became a reality when my parents were killed, it was one I didn’t even know I would have at such a young age.
Am I terrified that they will discover me? Yes.
But will that stop me? No.
Because in my eyes it’s justified and death will be welcomed when she comes to visit. Even if it involves me being tortured to visit her.
“Do you miss her?” I ask, looking at her photograph hanging on the garage wall, removing all thoughts of my imminent death.
He looks over then his gaze goes down as he shakes his head. “Of course, but you’re here. And you are exactly like her.”
“Am I?” I ask, a small smile touches my lips.
“You are. And that’s why I’m going to ask you to leave right now. I have work to do. There’s no time for sentimentality.”
5
Isadora
The same pink wig I usually wear is firmly on my head, but I still try to straighten it as the music grows louder. Benny smiles when he sees me wearing the usual, short skirt and bra. Heather’s not on tonight, thankfully. So, I don’t have to worry about her, or what she’s doing. She called me earlier to tell me she has plans to stay in, and I told her it was probably for the best.
“You trying to steal my spot?” Sharon pops her hip and places her hand on it.
“What?” I a
sk, confused.
“That dance you did… you trying to steal my spot?”
“No, of course not.”
She eyes me up and down. “If you do, you won’t like the outcome.” Her hip bumps mine as she walks past me and it almost sends me off balance.
Shaking my head, I go back to work. The night is slow, and halfway through I sneak out for a smoke. When I do I look around for him, I notice him leaning against the same wall he was last night.
“Are you stalking, or perhaps you’re a serial killer?”
He barks out a slow and deep laugh. I can see him better and what a sight he is.
“Why can’t I just be a guy waiting for his girl to finish work?”
“Nope, not buying it.” I shake my head.
He steps out more into the light, his hands staying in his pockets as he looks me up and down. “Why do you work here?” He gives a chin lift toward the club.
There’s a few restaurants around here, a dodgy hotel across the road where Heather lives, but there’s nothing fancy at all. However he’s dressed in an Armani suit and looking like he’s worth a million bucks.
“It pays the bills,” I reply.
He shakes his head and steps closer. “You’re lying.”
I smirk at him, looking up as he inches closer. He lifts a hand to my face, brushes some of my pink hair back behind my ear. “But that’s okay, I like liars.” He leans down and kisses me ever so softly on my lips. It shocks me so much that I don’t even react, I just let a complete stranger kiss me.
He pulls back and starts walking to a black car. The back door opens and before he gets in he looks at me. “Until next time, Issy.” He smirks and slides into the car.
My heart rate picks up as I realize I’ve never told him my name. I made a point of it last night
“Chuckie…” I call out.
The security guard who stands out here turns to face me. “What’s up, Is.” He gives me a chin lift.
“Do you know who that man is? He’s been out here two nights in a row.”
“Is, there’s been no man. I would’ve seen him. You come out here once a night for a smoke which you never finish, and it’s only you.”
