Trafficked Love Ch.14 - Sex Stories

Trafficked Love Ch.14

... Monster.” “Monster?” “Yeah, one of they guys’ boy. People will pay good money to watch him lick ya.” Angel took another sip from her water before standing abruptly. “What do you say?” Angel glared at him. “I’m not into four legs and fur. Find someone else.” She turned and left the man and his money at the bar. She needed some fresh air. +-+-+ “What’s this about me owing you money?” The milk chocolate skinned man slowly raised his head to look at Rich. Rich held his ground as the man peered at him. His left eye was white and ghostly from a deal gone bad many years ago. His right held a solid black contact, making it look more like a black hole. Rich regarded the man’s attire as mockery more than anything. The man wore a purple suit jacket and bellbottoms that made a seventies themed Halloween costume seem classy. The man always wore outlandish clothing that clearly marked him as a pimp. His left hand rested on a black cane that had rubies and diamonds set into the handle. A purple hat sat on his head, shadowing his face. “You best recognize who you’re speaking to, boy.” “I don’t owe you anything, Bish,” Rich almost cut him off. “I took no product, I owe no money.” “You’d skin any man who took looks of your girl without asking.” “You offered them to me.” “So ...

... pay up.” “I don’t want your girls. I’m not into kids.” “They’ll grow.” “On your terms. Not mine.” “Fine, you don’t like the girls. I offer you good, innocent, pure meat. And you spit on my offer. Fine. Don’t take the girls.” Rich glared at the man silently; he knew that disrespecting a well-known pimp like Bishop Bordeaux, could mean trouble. Bishop had run many pimps completely out of business, and he wasn’t afraid to take lives either. His hands were dripping with blood. “I’ll tell you what,” Bishop smiled, showing his bleach white teeth, “the annual is coming next week. Show up. Bring your girls. Make a purchase, and we’ll call it even.” “I won’t promise that.” “I’ll have something of your tastes. You’re hungry, and I know what you crave.” Rich’s jaw tensed, but he said nothing to the man. Silently he turned to leave Bishop, hearing a “see you next week” called after him. He slipped back past Bishop’s henchmen, and looked down at the stage. He quickly found Angel, who was quickly leaving the bar, and heading towards the restrooms. A man she seemed to have been conversing with was close behind her. Was she taking a client right now? She needed to be back on stage in a few minutes. Something didn’t feel right. Abruptly, he turned and headed down the stairs.