by Brook Wilder
“You can put the film back on while I’m gone, if you like,” she said as I watched her naked form slide open the glass door and walk into what looked like simply one big shower. She may have been at least ten years older than me, or any of the girls downstairs, but she still had a hot body. Her back was slender and her ass was perfect, her skin pale like porcelain. I decided I knew why she’d summoned me up here, and I would be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on.
She didn’t close the frosted door, just left it open and stepped under the pouring water, leaning back in a practiced maneuver that kept her shoulder length black hair out of the water. It turned her side on to me as she let the water wash over her chin while I managed to make it over to her small bar to see if I could fix a martini. There’s always a first time for everything.
“Any trouble tonight?” I heard her yell from the bathroom.
“Nothing to speak of,” I called back. I was pretty sure she didn’t want to know exactly how my night went. I mixed and shook, pretty certain that I was never going to make it as a bartender.
“That’s not quite what I heard,” she said, her voice suddenly much closer than before. I spun around and found she had come back out of the bathroom without me hearing her. Either she was really sneaky or I was more tired than I thought. I looked away politely, as she was holding a towel and drying her face but making no attempt to cover up her naked body. I think she smiled. “I heard we lost April,” she continued, ignoring my uncomfortable expression.
“April?” I tried.
“One of the newer girls. No one is a prisoner her but every girl I take under my wing I invest a substantial sum of money in.” She walked towards me, holding the towel to her neck so it failed completely to hide her nudity, falling straight down between her small, yet pert, breasts. A single drop of water ran quickly down from her shoulder, over the mound of her breast, to hang as a drop from her pointed nipple. She looked down at it and dabbed her chest with the towel, lifting it enough to uncover the smooth area of skin between her legs. Whether she was doing this on purpose or just very comfortable in her skin, I couldn’t tell.
“But it’s not your fault. First day and so on,” she said, stopping less than a foot from me. “Anyway, I have an idea how you can make it up to me.”
My heart was hammering in my chest. I wasn’t used to being seduced like this. I usually did the seducing. I tried to look away.
“What’s wrong? Don’t you like my body?” she made a face like a disappointed child, dropping her towel and lifting my chin to face her.
“It’s not…” I stammered pathetically. “It’s just…”
“Shh…” Anna smiled and ran her hands down my chest, over my stomach, and started pulling my shirt out of my jeans. She reached around my back and lifted my gun out, before tossing it onto the couch. Her hands went back to my belt and deftly undid it, then she pulled my pants apart. My already hard cock sprang out and twitched as she cupped my balls, running the palm of her hand up the length of me. “Well, hello,” she purred as I sucked in air. She dropped to her knees and took the tip of me in her mouth. I shuddered. I was still pretty worked up by my near miss with Piper, and now this Asian temptress was all over me. It was tough not to just shoot my load right there.
She moaned loudly, her lips wrapped around my dick, while I tried not to blow. I didn’t think it would be a good idea to leave Madam X frustrated, for my job’s sake or for the girls. She must have sensed my problem, however. “Don’t cum, yet” she hissed, taking me out of her mouth. “Impress me right now and I’ll make it worth your while. I saw you talking with Piper,” she jerked my stiff cock as she spoke, smiling as I tensed up. “You like her? I can make sure she’s around for a while longer, if you want.”
Was she really offering to not sell her to Vinnie in exchange for me fucking her? Did this mean I’d have to fuck her regularly? Was I prepared to do that to keep Piper safe? Did she mean that much to me? I hardly knew her but, if I could help her, stop the deal with Vinnie, at least until she had all the money to buy her freedom? I don’t know why I needed to save her from him, it was just a feeling I had.
“You’re so hot, I can’t take it,” I told her, pulling her up off the floor. She smiled at that, wiping her lips as she stood up. “Let me take care of you properly,” I said, leading her back to the chaise longue. I lay her down and kneeled down on the floor. She her spread legs either side of me.
“Fuck, yes!” she laughed. “Good boy,” she mocked as she used two fingers to spread her sex open before me and a third to give her clit a couple of enticing strokes.
As I leaned in and went to work on her wet pussy with my tongue, she grabbed her remote, un-paused the lesbian porn and stared at it, moaning almost in time with the girl getting eaten out on the screen. I guessed she must have been playing with herself before I came up, because it only took a few moments of my tongue and fingers, with a little help from the lovely girls on the TV, before her small, tight body was bucking off the chair, and she was screaming, “Fuck! Fuck! Don’t stop!” while grinding her twitching lips against my face.
“Fuck me, Theo,” she commanded, pulling my head up from between her thighs. It was so similar to what Piper had said to me before, her face popped right back into my head, which was strange. I’ve never been one to get hung up on a girl. I like to treat them well, sure, but it’s only ever temporary. I’d never found myself thinking of one girl when I’m about to fuck another. Anna reached for my cock and grabbed it with both hands, pulling me back into the moment.
“Give it to me! Quickly!” she panted, dragging me towards her slick entrance. She let out a low moan as the tip of me touched her and tried to pull me inside. Only I put my hands on her hips and held her fast.
“Swear you won’t sell Piper to Vinnie,” I said, quietly but firmly. She stopped, my firm rod still throbbing at the edge of her frantic hole.
“What?” she sighed, breathlessly.
“Swear you won’t accept the offer from Vinnie for Piper, let her buy herself out.” I clarified calmly. She flexed her pelvis, desperately trying to force us closer together, but I still remained unmoved.
“Are you fucking crazy?” she nearly wailed in frustration. I stayed quiet and still, trying to tease her beyond endurance. “Fine, I won’t sell her!” she snapped. “Now, for fuck’s sake, do me!”
Satisfied, I relaxed my grip on her hips and shoved myself inside her as hard as I could, and she rewarded me with a grateful moan of ecstasy.
CHAPTER 5: Piper
Somehow, I was able to haul my tired ass back to work the next day. Weird thing was, I think it was the thought of seeing Theo again that gave me the strength to get there. It was crazy. I didn’t even know his last name, but something had allowed me to open up, just a little, and I felt a small connection. The first connection with a man I’d had in as long as I could remember.
But it was stupid to dream. He knew what I did and what I was, and a guy like that would never want a girl that’s been ridden more than a subway train, would he? For a quick fuck, maybe, but not for marriage and kids and picket fences.
That being so, it was his face I saw every time I closed my eyes as I was getting ready. It was his look of approval and appreciation I was craving as I did my hair and makeup and picked out what to wear.
I’d forgotten all about my impending fate to be Vinnie’s sex slave, until I pulled up in the club parking lot. It all came rushing back: the scared feeling of knowing Vinnie’s time was approaching; the terror I’d feel when he leered at me with a new idea of how to abuse me; the sound of his laughter as he found new and painful items to use on me.
I sat in my car, in the car park, shaking. The temptation to just drive away was strong, but I knew they’d find me. I knew Anna and Vinnie would have little problem tracking me down, and even less problem hurting me in the cruelest ways. They knew I cared for the other girls, and they would torture, disfigure, maybe even kill at least one of them, just to teach me a
lesson.
A knock on my window startled me. I looked up and saw Theo’s smiling face outside. He looked even more perfect in the daytime, the sun shooting golden streaks through his floppy, light brown hair.
“I have amazing news for you,” he beamed as he helped me out of the car. He seemed really excited. “Don’t ask me how, but I got Anna to drop the deal with Vinnie. Another month and you’ll be free!”
For a second I couldn’t believe what hearing. “What? How?” was all I could manage to stutter at him as I got out of the car
“I said don’t ask,” he laughed. “Anyway, she’s inside looking for you. I guess she’s going to tell you herself.”
I was in shock. I couldn’t believe that this guy I barely knew had done something so amazing for me. No one had ever done anything for me. I threw my arms around his neck. Fuck me, I actually felt happy.
Stepping out of the hot California sun into the cool, dark interior of Madam X’s always felt like there was a steel prison door being slammed behind me. I knew when I came to LA as a med student, it was going to be hard. I had no family left back home, no support system here, and I hadn’t counted on the effect a few bad decisions would have on me.
Living off campus, a bad roommate choice and two even worse boyfriend choices meant that, in a few short months, I was in debt for tens of thousands of dollars. Not even able to buy my college text books, I dropped out of medical school and turned to stripping and porn to make some cash. But couldn’t control myself. I was barley nineteen and the allure of drinking and partying with the other girls was too much. It was a whirlwind of drugs, booze, multiple sex partners, often at once, and I kept blowing any of the extra cash I was making, never being able to make a dent in my debts.
Then Anna found me. She offered to pay off all my debts, give me a wage and a place to live, and promised to keep me straight. If I hadn’t taken her up on it, I would have been another twenty-year-old girl on the streets, giving hand relief for a sandwich and blowjobs for a place to sleep.
But I was young and stupid and didn’t understand all the numbers she was saying to me. Now, it had taken me more than five years, but I was nearly free.
Today, when that sunlight disappeared behind me, I nearly bounced into the office on the second floor, for once actually looking forward to seeing Anna.
***
“Fabulous news, darling,” she smiled at me as I came in. Her eyes were as cold as ever, but I didn’t care. “Vinnie offered me fifty thousand so he could take care of you, isn’t that sweet of him?” I kept my expression neutral. “Only I told him no. I couldn’t let my best girl go for such a low sum. You look ravishing today, by the way.”
“Thanks,” I began, “but I have good news too…”
“I haven’t told you the best news yet. He came back and immediately offered me seventy-five.” My blood froze. “He must be in love with you, darling.” She couldn’t keep the self-satisfied smirk off her face, “and I can’t be the one to stand in the way of true love, can I?”
“What…?” was all I could manage. My heart was racing. If I ever had any hope of being free, I was going to have to match that offer and there was no way I could find another twenty-five thousand before the deal was done. And the only way I’d escape Vinnie was in a pine box.
“Nothing’s in stone yet, of course,” Anna continued, ignoring my look of horror and despair. “Now go on and have a good night, darling.”
I felt numb. I wanted to complain, to shout, scream, and rage at the injustice of it all. How could she sleep at night, buying and selling human beings? Only, with no warning at all, I suddenly felt more tired than I ever had before and I didn’t have the strength to start a fight I had no hope of winning. Anna went back to the papers on her desk while I slowly turned around and trudged off downstairs.
Ruby, the beautiful Caribbean girl, and Lucy, another of our young, blonde teenage waifs, smiled and greeted me warmly, but I barely noticed them. I continued out the side doors and stepped back out into the sunlight. I closed my eyes and turned my face up to the sun, feeling like this might be the last time I felt its warmth on my skin. I pulled a cigarette out of the packet in my purse and lit it, leaning back against the stone wall of the club. My legs could hardly support my weight anymore, and I slid down, scraping my favorite leather jacket on the concrete, until I was crouching on the ground with my head in my hands.
My car was parked just a couple of dozen yards away. I could just get in and drive. Alaska maybe? Or Mexico? They’d never find me. But walking to my car felt like just too much effort. I turned my head so I could take a drag without having to move my hands, because that also felt like too much effort and, as I blew the smoke out through my nose, I focused on Theo’s bike. He had parked it next to the club, probably to keep in in the shade. Examining it, the thin chromed wheel at the front was at odds with the massively fat tire at the back. The rest of the machine seemed to just arc around that wheel, with a pillion seat and backrest on top of it that curved into the main seat, which itself led to the fat gas tank that climbed up to the instruments and the weirdly high handlebars. On the tank was an exquisite mural of a nearly naked woman, her nipples and pubic area only just hidden by a strategically placed elbow or a wisp of smoke. She was gorgeous, blonde, nice full lips and titties. Odd, but she kind of looked a little like me.
I’d had a boyfriend with a Harley. He taught me to ride but he also showed he the weird way you start them. From the depths of my mind, I remembered that they don’t have an ignition key, as such, but a large chrome switch in the center of the gas tank. In the middle, it's off. To the left, the ignition is on and it starts. A key was used to lock the switch in the Off position but, when I thought about Theo, it felt like he was too cocky to think anyone would dare steal his hog.
Leaving my purse against the wall, I got up. I flicked away my cigarette, took a step towards his bike and through a leg over it. I had to hike up my short skirt right up past the point of decency to sit properly but, when I did, the soft leather felt warm on my thighs. I flicked the switch left and the dial lit up, the needle swinging around the clock and then returning to rest. I reached forward, the high bars meaning I had to lift my hands high up above my shoulders, and wrapped my hands around the grips.
I thumbed the start button and a deep, deafening roar instantly spat out of the tailpipes. I twisted the throttle a couple of times and a smile came to my lips. The raucous, frightening noise of the motor almost announced that it was alive. It sounded like freedom. That the vibrations from the two giant pistons thrashing away under me buzzed the seat and gas tank against my pussy at a pleasing frequency didn’t hurt, either. But, crucially, it was like I could hear the world calling, beckoning me to come find it.
The outer door flew open and Theo barged out, looking around angrily to find the one who was messing with his baby. He spotted me sitting on his bike and, for a split second, a smile crossed his lips.
“I’m sorry, Theo,” I yelled to him. He got the first two letters of ‘wait’ out of his mouth before I kicked home first gear and tore away, leaving him standing disbelievingly outside the club.
***
I accelerated unbelievably quickly down the street, slotting in gears as each started to slow and weaving the bike around in my lane, trying to get the feel of her. The wind pushed hard against my chest, battered my face and sent my long hair streaming out behind me, but I was free. I was able to just lean to the left and pass any car in my way, so simply, I felt like nothing could stop me. This was my chance. I was going to ride until I didn’t know where I was, until no one knew me, and my old life was behind me.
Before long I saw the on ramp for the I405 and slowed to make my turn, only to get the fright of my life when an old bronze Honda Civic appeared and blocked my way. My heart was in my mouth at the close call, when I realized that it was my old bronze Honda Civic that nearly rammed me. I peered into the cabin to see Theo inside, shouting orders at me. Emulating the move in some of
my favorite movies, I gave him the finger and opened the gas, roaring away from him.
I guess he must have stayed behind me because, soon enough, there was a turn I had to slow for and, as I stroked the brakes, he drove past me, before turning the car side on and blocking my path. I came to a stop and tried to turn the heavy bike around in the street. I just couldn’t do it, though, my feet scrabbling for purchase in my tall heels. As I struggled. he calmly got out and stopped me by putting his hands on the handlebars.
“You started well, I’ll give you that,” he said with a sardonic smile, “but, as high-speed getaways go, you’re totally failing right now.”
Fuck him. Fuck him and his condescending voice. What did he know about being used and abused most of his adult life? Right now, he represented Madam X and I wanted to be away from him, away from everything.