“This bitch is trying to say that the Black Ice have sleepers all over the country, just waiting to attack when they get the call,” Rip said as he pointed to me like I was some moron. “Like they’re the fucking CIA or something.”
I glanced up at Shark to gauge his reaction. He didn’t seem to buy it completely, but he didn’t make any kind of snide remark like Rip did. I could tell it seemed somewhat believable to him, or at least I hoped.
We were suddenly interrupted by a rapping on the door. I hoped against all hope that it was Raze, ready and waiting to kick their asses and take me away, but I knew that was unrealistic.
Rip stood up and peeked out the peep hole.
“It’s Rat Hole,” he said as he unfastened the locks on the door and let him in. “Hey, man.”
A scrawny guy with facial tattoos and a shaved head stepped in from outside. He was strapped in fifty tons of black leather and looked about as mean as could be. He had a plastic bag of something under his arm and his helmet under his other arm. He wore a cut with the Marquis Devils logo on it and a bunch of other intricate patches and symbols. I couldn’t make them all out from across the room, but I knew it meant he was a higher ranking member. My guess was that he was not quite presidential status but pretty close.
“This her?” he asked as he nodded my way.
I took a step back and sat on the bed as I watched.
“You got the stuff?” Rip asked.
Rat Hole tossed the plastic sack towards him, and I watched as he rifled through it. I couldn’t tell for sure, but it seemed like they might have been clothes. I hoped for a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. A bra. Underwear. Anything. I had to get out of these dirty, human-secretion stained pajamas.
“These will definitely do,” Rip said as a sinister smile spread across his lips. “Good work.”
“I took ‘em from some of the other bitches,” Rat Hole said. “Asked ‘em for their nastiest stuff.”
I swallowed the lump that had suddenly formed in my throat as I realized it was not jeans or t-shirts they were talking about.
I turned around to see Shark standing behind me, fully clothed now, and smelling somewhat decent.
“You got the stuff?” Shark asked.
“Yep,” Rat Hole said. “Was just showing it to Rip. You guys definitely got a good little plan going. Pretty genius if you ask me.”
“Yeah, tell that to Snake and Blue Eyes, will ya?” Shark said. “Been trying to work our way up for years.”
My mind raced as I tried to imagine what sort of plan they had cooked up for me now. Then again, I was probably better off not knowing. If I knew, I’d spend the rest of the day obsessing over it and working myself up pretty bad.
“See you guys tonight,” Rat Hole said as he nodded to each of them. “You know the place, right?”
“The Matterhorn Pub,” Snake said. “Nine.”
“Right,” Rat Hole replied as he left.
I had a tiny bit of information at least. We were going out to a bar that night. At least I assumed they were taking me with them. I couldn’t imagine them leaving me back here all by myself.
My stomach fluttered with anticipation as I knew exactly what I would do in that bar. I was going to scream and yell and make a scene. I was going to beg someone to call 9-1-1. I was going to get my freedom and send those assholes behind bars for kidnapping and assault. They were going down, and it was going to happen that night. I was so sure of it.
CHAPTER 16
The men said nothing after Rat Hole left. We settled into a day of watching T.V., mostly in silence. As the hours dragged on and early afternoon set in, we had watched hours of soap operas and daytime talk shows, as well as a few episodes of Law and Order, ironically.
“Welp,” Rip said as he stood up. “I think I better go grab some food. Little miss is going to need some energy for tonight.”
Shark laughed and nodded, saying nothing. My stomach rumbled at the mere mention of food, but I was afraid of what was going to come after that. I sat quietly with Shark as Rip left. I heard the rumbling of the truck outside the window and listened as he drove off in the distance. I glanced at the sack of clothes across the room and wondered what they were. I didn’t want to ask. My pajamas felt disgusting as they clung to my clean skin. They were grimy and sweat-laced, and I couldn’t wait to get them off, but at what expense?
Rip returned twenty or so minutes later with a few bags of some sort of hot, fast food. He threw a bag at me.
“Here, eat,” he said. The bag burned hot on my lap and the smell was incredible. It had been so long since I’d had an actual warm meal. I tore the bag open to reveal a huge bag of French fries and some sort of sandwich wrapped in wax paper.
I grabbed the sandwich first and peeled the paper off. It was some kind of breaded chicken smothered in mayonnaise, tomatoes, pickles, and lettuce amongst other things. I hated mayonnaise, but I was going to swallow this entire thing whole if I had to. I was starving, and it was a hot meal. That’s all that mattered.
I took a huge bite of the chicken sandwich and tried to ignore the bursts of tangy, gelatinous mayonnaise that escaped onto my tongue. It wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t as awful as I remembered mayonnaise to be the last time I tried it. I guess being super hungry just makes things taste better.
“Oh, here’s this,” Rip said as he handed me a tall can of some sort of energy drink.
“An energy drink?” I asked.
“Yep, you’ve got a big night ahead of you,” he replied. “Drink it all.”
I focused on the food, trying to stay in the moment, and washed everything down with the energy drink when I was all done. At least whatever they had planned for me, I wasn’t going to be drugged up or passed out for any of it. I took what little comfort I could in knowing I was going to be fully present and alert for everything that night.
“Good girl,” Shark said as he watched me swallow the last sip.
The men ate their meals over by the table, while I stayed seated on the bed. I had barely moved the entire day, and my body was starting to ache and stiffen up. I stood up and stretched a bit before heading to throw my garbage away in the bathroom.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Shark asked.
“Throwing this away,” I replied. “Is that okay?”
“I guess,” he huffed. He knew he was being unreasonable.
“Hey, while you’re up, why don’t you change,” Rip suggested with a sinister smile.
“Change into what?” I asked, playing dumb.
Rip nodded towards the plastic bag on the floor and kicked it with his outstretched foot.
I walked over and retrieved it, taking it with me back over to my spot on the bed. It was the only spot I had in that tiny motel room that was mine. My heart sank as I began to rifle through it. It was just as I’d feared. Skimpy, trashy lingerie filled that thing almost all the way to the top. There were endless options to pick from, as long as I wanted to show off my tits and ass.
“What the fuck is this?” I asked, displeasure all over my face.
“Tonight, you’re earning your keep,” Rip said. “We’re putting you to work.”
“You’re pimping me out?!” I asked. It would’ve been one thing if those assholes were just wanting me to strip for them or do stuff with them, but to pimp me out to complete strangers was the worst thing they could possibly do. “I knew you guys were a lot of things, but I thought you were better than this.”
“We’re a little short on dough,” Shark laughed. I didn’t believe him for one second. “We’ve got to use what resources we have. Right now, you’re our only resource for some quick cash.”
“I know that’s not true,” I said.
Rip and Sharked snickered and exchanged looks. They didn’t care if I believed them or not. They knew I didn’t have a choice in the matter.
“So pick something real perdy and try it on for us,” Rip insisted.
I felt sick to my stomach. The food from earlier wasn�
��t sitting right all of a sudden.
“I think I’m going to be sick,” I said.
“Bullshit,” Shark said. He seemed to have very little patience for me. “Take those nasty ass pajamas off and put on something from that fuckin’ bag. Or I’ll do it for you.”
“Alright, alright,” I lamented.
I pulled my top off and slid down my pajamas. I was naked before them once more. I thought each time would get easier but it never did. I rifled through the bag and pulled out a hot pink teddy. I laid it on top of the bed and pulled out a black, lacy bra and panty set with a matching garter belt. I pulled out a third item, a purple polka dot bustier with a purple thong and laid that down. Out of everything, the black lace teddy covered the most, but it still didn’t cover a lot.
“So what’ll it be?” Rip asked as he smacked his hands together in anticipation.
I pulled the black lace teddy up and showed him.
“Sexy,” Rip said as he rubbed his hands on his lap. “Put it on.”
I stepped into the teddy and pulled it up, slipping my arms through the straps. It felt good to be covered again, even if it was only partially. I felt a breeze down below and quickly realized it was crotch-less. How I didn’t notice that before was beyond me. I didn’t know how clean the teddy was, but I tried not to think about that. It was clean to me, and that’s all that mattered right then.
“Can I fuck her, Shark?” Rip asked, wagging his tongue out of his mouth like some sort of dog. “That’s so fucking hot. I just want to stick my dick in her and fuck the shit out of that pussy.”
Shark reached over and smacked Rip on the side of the head.
“No!” he bellowed. “She needs to be nice and clean for the first client. We don’t want any loose, sloppy pussies. At least not for the beginning of the night.”
I felt the food start to come up in my throat, but I forced it back down with a couple hard swallows. I wondered how many men they were expecting me to service that night.
“You can go relax for a bit,” Shark said, though not in a kind way. Nothing about him was kind. “You’re going to need your energy tonight.”
“Kind of hard to relax with this energy drink running through me,” I sassed as I walked over and took my place on the bed.
“Just fuckin’ try,” Shark said, clearly annoyed with me.
I crossed my arms and glared at him.
I remembered Rat Hole saying something about nine o’clock earlier, so I glanced at the clock. It was almost six. We still had a few more hours, and just as I’d thought, I was already getting myself worked up.
I wanted to pace around the room and burn off some energy, but I knew they wouldn’t let me. I wanted to pick something to watch on T.V. besides the shit shows they had picked, but I knew they wouldn’t let me. I wanted to breathe in some fresh air, but again, I knew they wouldn’t let me. I was their prisoner. I was theirs to do with whatever they pleased. The sooner I accepted it, the easier the pill would have been to swallow. Or at least I tried to tell myself that.
My foot dangled off the edge of the bed and twitched wildly.
“What the hell are you doing?” Shark yelled. “That’s annoying. Stop that.”
“Really?” I replied. “I can’t move my foot?”
“No,” he said. “It’s annoying. Sit still.”
I took a deep breath, leaned back against the metal headboard, and tried to get comfortable. For the first time in days, I wanted each moment to tick by as slowly as possible. Each lingering second was one second I wasn’t going to be some stranger’s sexual plaything. I tried to hold on to each second as best I could, savoring the moment like my life depended on it.
“Well, it’s about that time,” Shark said to Rip as he stood up and stretched, checking his watch.
“Wow, it is,” Rip said as he followed suit.
I glanced over at the alarm clock which now read 8:45pm. The last few hours had flown by without any sort of warning. I had spaced them out somehow and now that horrific nine o’clock hour was almost upon us.
Rip reached down and grabbed another plastic bag off the floor. I hadn’t noticed it before and had no idea where it came from. He threw it at me and it landed next to me on the bed.
“Put those on,” he said.
I reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of dark blue jeans. I checked the tag. They were a size too big, but I didn’t care. I quickly slid them on, grateful to have my privates finally covered for the first time that evening. I reached into the bag and pulled out a tank top. It was a plain, white ribbed tank top, and the black straps of my lingerie peeked out from underneath it. It fit a little tight, but still, I didn’t care.
“You guys had this all day and you made me sit around in someone’s used lingerie?” I asked as I got dressed.
They laughed their wicked, menacing laughs. Those men were pure evil.
“Hurry up,” Shark said as he reached his arm out and motioned for me to walk towards him.
I purposely took my sweet time walking across the room because I knew the fate that lied ahead was going to be horrific. The moment I reached Shark, he grabbed me by the crook of my elbow and squeezed it hard. I was sure he was going to leave marks.
“Ouch!” I yowled. “You don’t have to be so rough.”
He jerked me hard, out of spite, and I was sure my arm was about to be pulled out of its socket.
CHAPTER 17
“Now, you keep your head down and you don’t leave my side tonight. Not even for one minute,” Shark growled in my ear. His breath was hot and stale and made me want to throw up. I held my breath as his face lingered close to mine for a few seconds.
The shade of night was quickly falling upon us as we stepped outside. I could hear the crickets chirping in the grass and breathed in as many breaths of fresh air as I could possibly muster as we walked to the truck. I was sandwiched between both Rip and Shark, with Shark at my rear. I knew there was no running. I knew they’d literally kill me if I fucked up their precious little plans.
They shoved me in the backseat of the truck once again, and I sat up, taking a good look around. In the distance, I saw mountains. It looked like the Rockies if I had to guess, and I was sure we were back in Colorado.
“Bitch, lay the fuck down!” Shark yelled back when he realized I was sitting up and taking in my surroundings. “Who the fuck told you to sit up?”
I said nothing as I laid my head down on the rough upholstered seat. I heard the rumble and roar of the truck’s engine as Rip started it up, and every bump in the road jostled my already unsettled stomach as we headed towards the bar. I glanced up a couple times to see Rip and Shark conversing, only it was so inaudible that I couldn’t make out a single word they were saying.
The truck came to an abrupt stop just a few short minutes later, hitting the curb as Rip slammed it into park. The guys climbed out and took good looks around before moving the seat forward. Shark reached in and grabbed my arm, pulling me up, and forcing me out.
He leaned in, hot breath in my ear, and said, “Remember what I told you earlier. No funny business.”
I said nothing.
“Acknowledge me, bitch!” he growled.
“Yes,” I said, avoiding eye contact.
“Yes, what?” he asked.
“I’ll stick right with you,” I said, begrudgingly.
Shark grabbed the crook of my elbow, his meaty fingers digging into my delicate skin, and escorted me inside the bar. The last thing I saw before we went inside was a line of about forty or fifty bikes parked outside, up and down the street and the sign above the door that read, “Matterhorn Pub”.
We walked in and Shark immediately pointed to an empty booth in the corner, pushing me to walk faster. I almost tripped, but he grabbed my arm even harder and pulled me back to an upright position.
“Sit,” he said as he shoved me towards the wall side of the booth. He climbed in next to me. It was a tight fit, and there was definitely no getting out of there. “P
ull your top down a bit. Show off them titties.”
I hesitated at first and then tugged my shirt down an inch or so so that my cleavage was on full display.
Rip climbed into the booth and sat directly across from us. Within a few minutes, a roly poly biker with the biggest beer belly I’d ever seen walked up to the booth.
“So,” he said as he cracked a strange smile. His teeth were yellow and pointing in every which direction. “I hear you guys are providing the entertainment tonight?”
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