Trafficked Love Ch.14 - Sex Stories

Trafficked Love Ch.14

... When she got back downstairs, she heard moaning from the living room. She glanced around the corner, catching sight of Rich standing over Trixie, his hand pressed firmly on the back of her head as she squirmed, no doubt trying to break free from his groin to catch her breath. Angel wasn’t sure how long she stood there watching them, but when she glanced at Rich, he was staring at her. His hand clenched into a fist in Trixie’s hair as he thrust himself quite forcefully into her mouth, his gaze never leaving Angel. Almost embarrassed, Angel quickly turned away and went back to the laundry room to return the now empty basket. But before they were out of earshot, Angel heard Rich growl and a warning smack, probably upside Trixie’s head, and him sternly warn “quit with the teeth.” +-+-+ Angel had just applied the last bit of her make-up when Rich leaned against the door frame of the bathroom, his forearm pressed against the cheap wooden frame above his head. Angel gave him a glance as she checked herself in the mirror. “You wanna tell me what that was about?” Rich’s eyes narrowed at her as she dabbed at her lipstick. What business was it of her’s? It was his business. He was the pimp, the enforcer, the master. Not her. She wasn’t even a partner. “Was is about the other night?” Rich still didn’t answer her. His silence told her all she needed to know. “Don’t get on Bishop’s bad side. We both know what he does to people who don’t cooperate.” “I didn’t take anything from the truck. ...

... I don’t owe him anything.” “Looks aren’t always free.” “I have no product, I owe no payment.” “What was in the truck?” He didn’t respond. “What was in the truck, Rich?” she asked a bit more demandingly, now turning to look him square in the eyes, which he avoided. “Rich!” “Girls,” he finally caved to her prodding. Angel gave him an annoyed look. If it was just girls, Rich would have taken more time to look them over. He hadn’t. He had instantly said no. “Young girls.” “How young?” “Too young.” “Children?” He nodded “some probably only ten years old.” +-+-+ Bishop’s men were waiting at the club when Rich and Angel got there. Rich draped his arm across Angel’s shoulders as they entered, clearly marking his territory. Bishop’s men didn’t try to talk to either of them. Nor did they approach them. They simply followed the two around. Angel recognized the man from the other night, a nice bruise now spreading across the left side of his jaw. She remembered how he had so rudely man-handled her at that very club, how he had baited Rich right there in public, how he broke every code of conduct in the life, and how she decked him good that same night. When their eyes locked, she blew him a kiss, baiting him to try his luck again. Rich’s arm tensed and tightened around Angel’s neck as he watched her. It wasn’t smart for a girl to look a pimp in the eyes. It was disrespectful to her pimp, and could even cause the other pimps to corner her, and make her “choose up,” – choose a new pimp to ...