Trafficked Love Ch.14 - Sex Stories

Trafficked Love Ch.14

... the street?” one of the women asked, insinuating that Angel was brown-nosing her way out of working on the street by offering sex to Rich. Angel took the opportunity to quickly slip free from Rich’s grasp and off his lap. She quickly went back to the dishes. Rich glanced at Angel, but thought it wiser to leave her alone, and instead put the two women in their place. He stood abruptly, and in three strides, towered over the two women. He grabbed the mouthy one, a thin woman in fishnets, purple leotard, and black strappy heels, by her throat. Her dirty blond hair was wild and curly, and her smeared makeup made her look more like a crack-addicted clown. “Give me one good reason why I should let you go back to your pimp?” The woman looked terrified, the complete opposite of what she was only moments before. She stared Rich in the eyes, her own as large a saucers, and filled with sheer terror at the thought of what Rich might do to her. “Oy, Bishop sent us to collect the money you owe him! He’ll know if we don’t come back!” So they were with Bishop. Bishop Bordeaux was one of the more well known pimps in town. Angel had never met or seen him, but she had heard of him. Everyone in the life had. He was one of the few pimps that the cops could never bust. He had many other pimps working under him, and drug dealers as well. Rich gave her a shove, sending her stumbling back. “Don’t talk to my girl, Trixie.” So Rich did know them. “I don’t own Bishop anything.” “Well Bish says you do!” ...

... Rich had walked past the two women, towards the living room, but quickly snapped his head back at Trixie. “Why would he send you? You aren’t even one of his bottom girls. You’re just a crack whore he turns out for kicks. Bet he doesn’t even break even from you. Filthy habits, filthy girl.” His eyes were menacing as he enjoyed making her nervous. Trixie shifted, clearly uncomfortable. The woman with her looked just as uneasy. Angel turned her back to the three of them as she finished switching out the dishes in the dishwasher. When the dishes were finished, she returned back to the laundry room to grab the basket of clean clothes and take them upstairs. The house had three bedrooms, one of which was Rich’s office, another his bedroom. The third was a spare room that many of the girls used when they crashed there. In it was two dressers and a closet, all packed full of lingerie, shoes, flashy stage outfits, and other provocative clothing. Most of Rich’s girls who crashed here regularly were pretty good about sharing, so their clothes and makeup belonged to all of them. There were also two mattresses shoved next to each other on the floor, in the corner of the room. You could fit four girls on them if need be. The window in that room didn’t open more than a crack, and it was so dirty that it made seeing in or out almost impossible. Only light seemed to seep through it. Angel quickly put clothes away in that room before going to Rich’s room and hanging his shirts in his closet. ...