Trafficked Love Ch. 15 - Sex Stories

Trafficked Love Ch. 15

... to tell me what happened?” Angel tensed, rolling over the memory of what happened, “he wanted to pay me to watch me fuck his dog.” “And you said no?” Angel couldn’t tell if Rich was asking for the sake of asking, or if it was rhetorical and he was surprised. She responded with silence. “So he followed you outside and beat the shit out of you, because you said no.” It was a statement, and required no response. The anger in Rich flared up again, and Angel could tell he was doing his best to hold it back. She was grateful, since she wasn’t sure if it was anger towards her or the other guy. Rich took a deep breath before pulling Angel back to him to rest her head against his body. He gently placed a kiss on the side of her head as he pulled a few pieces of dirt from her hair. “It’s ok, baby girl.” Another kiss to her head. +-+-+ Upstairs in the balcony, Rich looked down at the stage as Ginger Snapz, a petite and busty redhead, was swinging around the pole, center stage. He watched, but his interest had long died. He wanted to go home, put Angel in his bed and then go after the guy who had beat her, only an hour prior. But he couldn’t. Ginger, and a handful of his other girls were still working the club, and he needed to collect their earnings still. He also needed to be there in case trouble struck with them too. So, despite his need to continue to pummel the man who hurt his prized girl, he stood there in the balcony, watching the girls work below, with Angel, there in front of him, wrapped in his arms. She too was watching. Grateful to be let off the hook about working the club, but fearful that she was going to be headed back to the motel. Back to Frank. Because some dirt bag decided that she had no right to refuse his business. Was it worth it? Refusing his business? The pain coursing through her with every breath said no. Was this life worth it? She wasn’t so sure anymore.