Trafficked Love Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Trafficked Love Ch. 16

... naked across as clients and pimps bid money for either their services, or to buy them outright. Clients and pimps were buying drugs and weapons from one another, discussing business, and drinking alcohol as if it were water from the fountain of youth. This was the annual. “Do you want to go down to the dressing room until your show, or stay up here?” Angel turned her head towards Rich as she decided, “stay.” Nodding, he led her to a nearby bar, his arm still on her shoulders. He ordered a bottle of beer, and a Shirley Temple for Angel. Once they each had their drink, Rich ushered Angel into a VIP booth next to Riggz, who had a girl on each side of him, one chewing on his neck, the other looking extremely bored. “What’s up my man?” Riggz questioned. “Not much. We just got here.” Angel set her drink down on the coffee table in front of them, then sat down next to Rich. “Woah! Baby girl got some color” Riggz commented, noticing Angel’s bruises from the assault at the club, despite the attempts to cover the dark spots with make-up. Angel tensed. She hadn’t been sent to the motel to work with Frank, but Rich had kept her under house arrest as the bruises healed. No one pays for bruised girls, so Rich had kept her busy with housework and counting money from the other girls. They had not really talked about what happened, and Angel never did figure out if Rich was upset that she refused business. Noticing her body tense, Rich put an arm around Angel and pulled her to him. “Yeah, ...

... she took a beating from a salty client.” It was a half-truth, the man was never a client, but Rich did not want his favoritism for Angel to be noticed. The bored looking girl next to Riggz piped in “yeah, I feel you girl. Had a man crack my cheek when I said I won’t lick his nasty asshole.” “You’re gonna lick my asshole later girl, if you know what’s good for you.” Rich shook his head at Riggz. Angel remained silent. “Look, if it ain’t the little suckling prossie again!” Trixie, one of Bishop’s drugged out girls exclaimed as she and another drugged girl came over to the group. Rich looked up at the two druggies, but Angel continued to stare into space. “Haven’t seen you on the street in a while, musta suckled up to daddy real good,” Trixie tried to bait Angel “or maybe you’s just not worth enough with color like that. You know you ain’t suppose to bite your daddy when he’s go his dick in your throat, dumb bitch.” Angel glanced up at Trixie, only just now noticing she was there. “Watch your mouth, slut” Rich warned. “Oh Papi, you know girls like her waste your time,” Trixie cooed at him, pushing her knee between Rich and Angel, so she could straddle his lap. “ You can’t get what you wanting from prude bitches,” she unbuckled his belt. The other girl slid over on the bench next to Angel, licking her lips like a hungry animal. Angel raised an eyebrow at the girl. “Papi, you know you wanting something only a girl like me can give,” she unbuckled his pants and tried to unzip them, ...