by Azarel
“Where?” I asked, looking around the room.
“Where else…on the bed silly.”
“Waitttttttt,” I stuttered. “Are you a real doctor? Like you went to school and all that?” I asked, backing up toward the bed.
“Yes, and all that,” he responded sarcastically. “Now, let’s get started. I get paid by the hour. You definitely don’t want to get on Daddy’s bad side already, newbie.” He grinned, as I took my thongs off and laid flat on the bed.
“A little bit wider.” He smiled and moved toward the end of the bed, pulling the stool over at the same time. Instantly, my nose was flooded with the smell of vinegar and other sanitizing smells.
I spread my legs a lil’ more, uneasy about his touch. His hands were unbelievably warm. They moved about my body seductively, from the top of my thighs to the bottom of my ass. When he whisked past my pubic hairs, like he was looking for something, I almost lost it. I’d never had an exam where the doctor rubbed and prodded as much as this clown did. He asked me a few lame questions, like when was my last period, and how many sex partners I’d had in the last five years. When I told him two…he almost fell off the stool.
“No…seriously?” he asked.
“I am serious,” I replied, as my eyes rolled toward the ceiling. Surely I lied with a straight face.
Before I knew it, he’d pulled out the speculum, and proceeded to give me a pap smear. I wanted to yell out so someone could be in the room with me, but I’d already performed the night before. So I laid back and prayed Ms. Dottie would come back in. Soon, Doctor Charles was done with phase one. He stood up like he’d just got a nut. His constant grinning made me sick. The way he squirted the gel on his finger made me think he was really insane.
“Now, this may feel a little cold,” he said. “So just relax.”
I squirmed and tightened my ass, preparing for his fingers. He placed one of his hands on my stomach, trying to relax my body, and then sneakily moved toward my breast. The moment he inserted his fingers, his eyebrows creased, showing his pleasure. He moved and fingered me like he was my man, while cupping my breast with his other hand. At first my muscles resisted, holding out for a few seconds, waiting for him to be done. Then, when I noticed his fingers were planted firmly in place, I loosened up, wondering what was next.
To my surprise, he started to massage the inside of my walls. The sane part of me told me to jump up and kick Doctor Charles in his damn face. But the selfish part of me enjoyed what I thought was happening. His fingers continued to grind and dance all in my pussy until his glove became drenched. I was so overdue, considering I hadn’t been wet in six months. Squeaking noises erupted, and became quicker and louder by the minute. Even worse, his hardness grazing against my ass cheeks signaled more trouble. Before I knew it, I was in ecstasy. I kept looking back and forth toward the door, wondering if Ms. Dottie was gonna come in, or if this was all a test. Then I snapped.
Our eyes met and he looked away, like he couldn’t bear to look me in the face. I reached for the upper part of his arm, which resisted at first, but then roughly pushed him away. My wetness continued to drip, as he backed up, trying to map out his next move.
Instantly, he packed up, throwing his things like a wild man into his bag. He slammed one of the plastic containers on the dresser with harsh instructions, “Piss in the cup and leave it on the dresser. Ms. Dottie will take care of it for me.”
I sat up on the bed and threw the sheet across my body like I’d just been raped. “I hope you enjoyed yourself,” I snapped.
“Sure did,” he shot back.
My eyes bulged out of my head. I couldn’t believe he was openly admitting to being a pervert. “We’ll see how long you continue to practice after I report your ass!” I screamed, like I meant business.
He chuckled. “Go ahead. I’m sure they’ll believe a hooker.”
Damn, is that what I am? I felt worthless. I didn’t even get paid.
“Go ‘head. Tell who the hell you want. They won’t believe you. You’re a high paid trick. You’ll just be named a troublemaker.” He let out a wild laugh, and walked toward the door. “You could’ve stopped me,” he ended, and shut the door.
I stood up, still wet and numb. I didn’t know how to feel or what to say. A part of me wanted to run and scrub my skin while another part said, just get used to it, you’ve been through worse.
Chapter Seven
An hour later, I was downstairs sitting on the sofa, waiting for our meeting to start. I scanned the room out the corner of my eye, as each girl walked in one by one and took their spot on the carpet, or plopped down wherever they were most comfortable. I could tell the meeting would be informal by the way everyone strutted in nonchalantly. Most of the girls were standoffish except a brown-skinned girl, who was overly friendly. She was originally from the south and spoke with a twang.
“Hi I’m Cinnamon, and you must be the new girl,” she announced, with a warm welcome. She sat her barely one hundred pound body on the edge of the couch next to me, not even interested in a real seat.
I smiled back, hoping that I’d made at least one friend, because at that moment, Cat walked in, towering over me and all the girls, and sat directly next to me. She shot me the hardest look possible. Of all places to sit, why near me? Her height intimidated me a bit, only because she was tall like my mother, but I turned my head and watched the other girls enter the room.
By the time Ms. Dottie cleared her throat, I had counted about eight girls in all. We came in all sizes, and apparently many different attitudes. The same Asian chick, who was laying on the floor with the dildo the day before, abruptly walked in and sashayed across the floor, headed to the far corner of the room. We all looked at her strangely as she kneeled, not wanting to sit or stand. She started doing squats with a disgruntled look on her face. She stared directly at Ms. Dottie, like she had a problem with her, but paused every so often and performed another squat.
“Listen up, Kitty Cats,” Ms. Dottie began, “I have a few things on the agenda.”
I watched as two Hispanic looking girls, who sat side by side, make jokes under their breath. They never looked my way, but I watched them closely. Hell, I was watching everybody.
“Some things are getting out of hand around here,” Ms. Dottie uttered. “And it needs to stop now. Some people are abusing their time in the gym.” She paused and walked around the room. “You know who you are.”
“Be woman and just say,” the Asian chick blurted out, and stood to her feet. “You mad ‘cause I look good…tasty… so…lickable,” she teased, turning in a circle and making her ass jiggle from the back.
At that moment I noticed the nose ring that adorned her face. She was a strange looking woman, sorta manly, yet sexy in her own way. The more she moved, the more I noticed her shape. She was obviously serious about working out. Her stomach was flat as mine, and perfect for her body piercings.
“Sit your nasty-ass down, Sushi,” Ms. Dottie spoke firmly. “Rules are rules. You get one hour per day to keep yourself looking good. Use it or lose it. Otherwise, keep your ass outta the gym. It’s too small for more than three people at a time. Besides, it’s not your house…it’s
Daddy’s. And I run the show around this place.”
“Me house too!” Sushi shouted, pointing her finger down south. “Daddy tell me that.”
“Shut the fuck up, Chica!” one of the Hispanic girls yelled. At that moment, it dawned on me that they were twins.
“No…no…you shut up, School Teacher!” she shouted, in her thick Asian accent. “Can you see me through glasses? The entire room burst into laughter.
Even though I wasn’t sure if I got the joke, I assumed Sushi called one the Hispanic chicks School Teacher because of her red round-shaped eyeglasses. Besides, the granny smith apple that she was eating didn’t help her image either.
“Sushi, this is my final warning!” Ms. Dottie shouted, in a firmer tone.
Sushi clearly wasn’t a real threat to
anyone. She was just upset. Eventually, she sat down, but not before passing evil stares around the room. Strangely, she omitted me and two other black girls, who only paid Ms. Dottie attention. They seemed to be serious about their business and not interested in all the drama.
“That goes for you too, School Teacher,” Ms Dottie added. “Oh, while I’m on you, we had a complaint last week about you not wanting to take off your glasses while you were with a client. Now, Daddy has told you about that before, so if you refuse to get contacts, then you’re
gonna find yourself out of here.”
School Teacher bit into her apple and shook her head. “I’m gonna go get the contacts, I promise.”
“You better. I don’t know what you need to see anyway. Just lay on your back and make that money,” Ms. Dottie continued. “Okay my next point…days off! This is the situation. You need to be bleeding from the mouth or have HIV to take a day off other than what you’re assigned. We got bills to pay, so stop pretending to have issues when you need to be on your back! By the way, Candice, you’re new, so you got Mondays off.” She looked at me, making sure I understood.
I nodded.
“Yeah, bitch…you at the bottom of the barrel,” Cat spat.
She looked at me and rolled her eyes. I’d never done anything to this woman, yet she was treating me like her worst enemy.
“She not like, ‘cause you pretty,” Sushi remarked.
“Shut up, you non-talking, bitch!” Cat yelled.
“That’s enough,” Ms. Dottie interrupted, giving Cat another stare. “Moving right along.”
Her hardened look said it better be over.
Cat folded her arms and crossed her legs as the meeting continued. I slid Tracey’s crumbled up business card out of my pocket, and held it tightly in the palm of my hand. I needed a pep talk to make it through the day.
Besides, I needed to ask her why the fuck would she set me up like this? I had managed to block out everything Ms. Dottie was saying, until she covered the time allowed to wash clothes, phone and computer time. Everything was done on a schedule, and it was obvious she ran a tight ship. Soon, we were all graced with a surprise. Daddy walked in wearing a tailored black suit, and a pair of expensive looking black loafers with huge silver G’s embedded on the front. Gucci of course. I had good taste in mens’ shoes, after all I used to shop for my exlove all the time.
Once Daddy walked in, the mood changed. All the girls sat up nice and tall, like the principal was in the building. At first he just nodded, continuously looking all around the room at each of us carefully. “Did everyone meet Candice?” he asked, standing with his hands in his pockets.
“Me did,” Sushi announced, with a grin.
“What up, Candice? Hello, Candice,” they all started to say. Even Cat said hello, in a somber tone under her breath.
“Treat her good,” he instructed. “She’s sexy and gon be a money maker around here. New blood is always good,” he promoted. “It’s what we need. You feel me?”
“Sure do, Daddy,” one of the younger white girls responded. They all started giving their fake responses one after another. He seemed to put fear into the room, and everyone had quickly changed their fucked up behavior.
“By the way…Candice, you’re now Candy.”
I pointed to myself, just to be sure he meant me. A lump formed in my throat when he looked back at me.
“Yes, you! Every girl in the house has a nickname. Yours is Candy. It’s final,” he said, with authority. “I think it fits you.”
I just smiled, considering his expression showed that I didn’t have a choice. Luckily, Ms. Dottie stepped in front of him, giving me time to pick my jaw up off the floor. I was still in shock.
“I’ve got money,” Daddy said, waving some white envelopes in the air. “Your pay is goooooooooood this week. Remember, the more money the house makes, the more money you make. Now, before I give these out, I wanna remind you about tomorrow night. It’s a big night. I want everybody up in here to look like Rock stars. You feel me?”
We all nodded.
“The Music Expo is in town tomorrow night, and of course, who did they choose to host the brothas in the rap and music game?”
“You Daddy,” they all chimed. I got in on the last part.
I knew I had to learn fast. “Yeah, you Daddy,” I said softly. He obviously liked his ego stroked.
“These high rollas is ready to spend money. I told‘em we got the best pussy in town. Show time is at midnight. So be ready. Don’t let me down, or there’s a price to pay. You remember what happened to Lisa, don’t you?”
Nobody said a word. You could’ve heard a feather drop, which kinda freaked me out. He stood in the middle of the floor, shaking his head up and down, and looking at each of us for moments at a time. Damn, the whole situation gave me the creeps. Who is Lisa, and where the hell is she now?
Daddy handed the envelopes off to Ms. Dottie, and all the girls jumped up, crowding around her, signaling that the meeting was over. Daddy walked over to me and stared before cupping my breasts. “These babies are gonna make me a lot of money,” he said, with a huge grin. “Consider yourself my new asset.”
His asset. Damn, I was flattered, but a little concerned at the same time.
Cat watched nearby, and her face wrinkled like unfolded laundry. Strangely, Ms. Dottie was disturbed by Daddy’s extra attention toward me too. She didn’t have to say anything, I just knew the look. When School Teacher walked over to talk to Daddy, it was my chance to leave. I hopped up and made a b-line toward the door. I figured it would be a good time to get on the computer while everyone was getting their loot.
I hurried down the hall and into the office where the computer was. Damn, the antique desk must’ve cost a fortune, I thought when I entered. The room was small and cozy, and didn’t contain much more than a phone, a highback leather chair, and a nice sized Dell computer. I looked at the phone and thought about calling Tracey first, but then I hit the button on the computer and the screen popped on. Just my luck, I hadn’t even gotten my passcode yet, but I was on.
Instantly, I started typing www.hmprisonservice.gov. The website popped up, and I typed in my mother’s name. I leaned back in the chair and waited with anticipation. When her picture popped up, it scared me half to death. The closeness of the photo revealed her high cheek bones and flawless dark brown skin. Her hair was swooped up in a ponytail, and had obviously not been done. Still in all, she was beautiful. I leaned closer into the computer screen just staring. The bad memories made me shiver.
I thought about the time when she got into a fight with some loud mouth chick at a Frankie Beverly and Maze show. We looked real good in three-inch heels, bomb dresses, and the best purses money could buy. My mother looked so good nobody knew how hood she really was. Before security made it to her side to break up the fight, she’d gutted the girl like a fish, and had passed her knife off to someone who wasn’t even with us.
I suddenly snapped out of it and took a deep breath. I looked back at the screen and read the red writing under release date. I panicked.
RELEASED it read in big bold letters. I panted like a forty-two week old pregnant woman in labor. I took quick short breaths in sets of threes, like I was preparing to give birth. I swirled around in my chair, unsure about what to do next. My heart sunk into the depths of my stomach. I leaned down to the floor then back up again. Without prompting, one hand reached for the phone, and the other for Tracey’s business card all at the same time. My fingers punched the number keys hard and quick. By the third ring, I felt like I’d already died. When she answered, I just started jumbling all my words.
“Tracey, she’s out,” I whispered. “Whaaa…t should I…”
“What the fuck are you talkin’ about Candice?” Tracey questioned.
“My mother. I went on the site.”
“Bitch, you playin’?”
“No… no…listen to…” I stopped mid-sentence. Ms. Dottie was staring over my shoulder l
ike I was a teenager and she was my momma. “Ah huh,” I said into the receiver. “Oh, no,” I continued, making up conversation along the way. Tracey wasn’t saying shit. I started pretending like I was answering questions from someone, like it was a business call.
I hadn’t received my phone time yet, but from the look on Ms. Dotties’s face, I wasn’t supposed to be on the phone.
Before I knew it she scribbled a few words down on her clipboard and ripped the pink sheet off her pad and handed it to me. It was a fine. Circled with a black marker, $100.00 was written in the fine section. This broad had given me a fuckin’ fine for being on the phone. My lips puckered, but I didn’t say anything, ‘cause Daddy walked up behind her, showing his disapproval.
“Don’t you think a fine is unnecessary this early in the game? Baby girl just got here.”
I didn’t hear what Ms. Dottie said, because Tracey was yelling into the receiver. “What the fuck is goin’ on over dat mufucka? Why you actin’ like you can’t have a normal conversation? What kinda shit is that? You might need to leave…now.”
Daddy escorted Ms. Dottie away from the door, and surprisingly glanced at the screen. He frowned, and just walked away. If he thought anything, he was too cool to show it. I tried to keep my face looking as normal as possible, and turned my attention back to Tracey, while hitting the x on the screen at the same time.
“Leave!” she continued to yell into the phone.
“No… no…I can’t,” I whispered.
“And why the hell not.”
“Didn’t you hear what I said about my mother?”
“She don’t know where you at. And she don’t know where you goin’, stupid.”
“Look, I don’t know when I’ll be able to call again. But I’ll e-mail you or call,” I said, looking at her e-mail address on the card. Then it dawned on me for the first time. Her card read ‘Tracey At Your Service’. Why in the hell would an old ass stripper have a business card, I thought. At that moment I wondered if anybody in my life was good for me.