where we end up, ‘kay?”
“Okay,” I reply as I blow out a breath and gaze at Lower Manhattan. Will I ever get back out there again and just do my own thing?
“Lovey, you’re still free to go, you know? No one’s holding you here.” Yeah, because I’ve got so much to go to.
“Do you do this all the time, pick up unfortunates and train them? Roxanne said something about selling me? You don’t really sell people, do you?”
“I don’t do anything, lovey,” she says with a smirk, turning her face from mine and looking at a door on the other side of the road. “You should be glad she found you. There’s a lot worse out on these streets than Roxanne. She’s a good one, really.”
“Oh, I am glad. I’m very thankful. It’s just, I could have done some office work instead. I’ve got a brain. I could use it to help her that way rather than becoming a...” What? Whore? Sex slave?
“Sub. Lovey, she’s a good employer. She’ll treat you right and look after you. All you gotta do is bend over every other night. Be good at what you do and you’ll have money, riches, and a very nice life. You won’t be manhandled too much. You always get a choice, and either Jacob or Gage here will be around to look after you.”
“But, I–”
“Lovey, we’re stuck in traffic. Just open the door and get out if you want. I won’t do shit to stop you, and nor will he. We’ll just swing around the corner and pick up another one of you,” she says, continuing to suck her olive, as if I’m replaceable at the drop of a hat. In reality, I suppose I am. I can see the other homeless women littering the streets as we drive along. Tall, short, black, white, Asian. They’re all carrying their bags and suitcases, gripping onto them for dear life as if they’re all they have in the world. Probably because they are. I know that feeling. The only difference between them and me is that I’m sitting in a warm car because I was scooped up. I could be back out there just as quickly.
“Jacob, why did you choose me?” I ask. His face doesn’t move as I gaze at him in the rear view mirror. Nothing comes from his expression as it did when he smiled at me that night. He just continues staring forward, completely nonplussed by my question.
“Pretty eyes,” he replies as the car eventually starts to move forward.
“You do have pretty eyes. They remind me of someone I used to work for. They’re gonna love those eyes. Can you do a sad face?” I’ve never thought that much about my eyes. They’re just a washy green colour. “You ever fucked a woman, or are you hopelessly straight?”
“There was one time in school...”I halt my verbal diarrhoea before I recall all my fantasies to someone I barely know at all. Jesus.
“Really? We have a kinky one, Jacob. Jacob likes two, don’t you, baby? He’s a big boy. One needs a rest after a while. The chaffing is a bitch.”
“I was going to say I kissed a girl. I was drunk. I’m not sure if that makes me gay or not.”
“It makes you non-boring, and that’s a good fucking start around here. Vanilla shit is not welcome and causes all sorts of problems. Honestly, you should see some of the idiots who come in here giving it all the ‘I’m a Dom’ shit. They wouldn’t even know how to blow up a doll. They just want a crack at fucking pussy. You’re expensive pussy, by the way, three grand an hour. You’ll get half of that as long as the customer’s satisfied. If he’s not, you get nothing. Rox keeps the lot and argues for you.”
“Oh.” That makes me so much less like a whore . “I really am a whore.”
“Nah, think of yourself as a high class service, a product. And, lovey, you ain’t nothing yet. You got some proving to do before you see a penny of anything.” The sigh that leaves me at her words only heightens the potential need to grab that handle and get straight out into winter’s arms again. Cold it might be, but at least it comes for free. “What’s
“Okay,” I reply as I blow out a breath and gaze at Lower Manhattan. Will I ever get back out there again and just do my own thing?
“Lovey, you’re still free to go, you know? No one’s holding you here.” Yeah, because I’ve got so much to go to.
“Do you do this all the time, pick up unfortunates and train them? Roxanne said something about selling me? You don’t really sell people, do you?”
“I don’t do anything, lovey,” she says with a smirk, turning her face from mine and looking at a door on the other side of the road. “You should be glad she found you. There’s a lot worse out on these streets than Roxanne. She’s a good one, really.”
“Oh, I am glad. I’m very thankful. It’s just, I could have done some office work instead. I’ve got a brain. I could use it to help her that way rather than becoming a...” What? Whore? Sex slave?
“Sub. Lovey, she’s a good employer. She’ll treat you right and look after you. All you gotta do is bend over every other night. Be good at what you do and you’ll have money, riches, and a very nice life. You won’t be manhandled too much. You always get a choice, and either Jacob or Gage here will be around to look after you.”
“But, I–”
“Lovey, we’re stuck in traffic. Just open the door and get out if you want. I won’t do shit to stop you, and nor will he. We’ll just swing around the corner and pick up another one of you,” she says, continuing to suck her olive, as if I’m replaceable at the drop of a hat. In reality, I suppose I am. I can see the other homeless women littering the streets as we drive along. Tall, short, black, white, Asian. They’re all carrying their bags and suitcases, gripping onto them for dear life as if they’re all they have in the world. Probably because they are. I know that feeling. The only difference between them and me is that I’m sitting in a warm car because I was scooped up. I could be back out there just as quickly.
“Jacob, why did you choose me?” I ask. His face doesn’t move as I gaze at him in the rear view mirror. Nothing comes from his expression as it did when he smiled at me that night. He just continues staring forward, completely nonplussed by my question.
“Pretty eyes,” he replies as the car eventually starts to move forward.
“You do have pretty eyes. They remind me of someone I used to work for. They’re gonna love those eyes. Can you do a sad face?” I’ve never thought that much about my eyes. They’re just a washy green colour. “You ever fucked a woman, or are you hopelessly straight?”
“There was one time in school...”I halt my verbal diarrhoea before I recall all my fantasies to someone I barely know at all. Jesus.
“Really? We have a kinky one, Jacob. Jacob likes two, don’t you, baby? He’s a big boy. One needs a rest after a while. The chaffing is a bitch.”
“I was going to say I kissed a girl. I was drunk. I’m not sure if that makes me gay or not.”
“It makes you non-boring, and that’s a good fucking start around here. Vanilla shit is not welcome and causes all sorts of problems. Honestly, you should see some of the idiots who come in here giving it all the ‘I’m a Dom’ shit. They wouldn’t even know how to blow up a doll. They just want a crack at fucking pussy. You’re expensive pussy, by the way, three grand an hour. You’ll get half of that as long as the customer’s satisfied. If he’s not, you get nothing. Rox keeps the lot and argues for you.”
“Oh.” That makes me so much less like a whore . “I really am a whore.”
“Nah, think of yourself as a high class service, a product. And, lovey, you ain’t nothing yet. You got some proving to do before you see a penny of anything.” The sigh that leaves me at her words only heightens the potential need to grab that handle and get straight out into winter’s arms again. Cold it might be, but at least it comes for free. “What’s
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