Trafficked Love Ch. 18 - Sex Stories

Trafficked Love Ch. 18

... unfastened his seat belt, opened the door of his truck, and slid out. “Stay here,” he mumbled to Jessica, knowing she did not even have the strength to undo her seatbelt. Rich shut his door, and began walking towards the van. He watched as the driver got out of the van, and walked towards him. The man was slightly taller than him, and lanky. He had a strawberry blond beard that he clearly kept well groomed. He had long hair that was pulled back into a braid, that trailed down his back. He wore blue jeans, and a stained grey shirt that had the logo of some automotive repair shop. Rich could see gun in a holster on the man’s belt, along with a knife and sheath. The sight of the weapons made Rich tense, but he continued towards the man, until they were within earshot of each other. “Where’s this girl?” Rich motioned toward his truck “in the truck.” The man gave a quick nod then walked past Rich, toward the truck in large strides. Quickly, Rich followed. When the man reached the truck, he promptly opened the door to look at the girl. Slightly taken back by the man’s boldness, Rich held the door as the man pulled Jessica from the truck. Unable to object, Jessica laid limp and shaking in the man’s arms. He attempted to stand her upright, but Jessica’s shaking and twitching quickly got the best of her, and she slid down the side of the truck, to the ground. The man reached into his back pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, held together with a rubber band. He handed the money to ...

... Rich, who took it silently, and leafed through the bills. “She ain’t worth that, but I know she’s your only one. A grand for your loss.” Rich put the money in his pocket and shut the truck door as the man picked Jessica up, and tossed her over his shoulder. Rich stood with his back to the man, as the man began walking away. He closed his eyes for a moment, attempting to calm the sorrowful emotions that were washing through him. He truly cared for the girl, but he had no choice. This was for the best. “You ain’t been doing this long, have you boy?” Rich turned to look at the man. “Can’t get attached to them like that. They’re just tools of the trade.” Rich said nothing. The man turned to look at Rich, his eyes narrowed as he thought for a moment. “Tell you what, I’ll give you a call in about a week. Why don’t you come down to my place, and I’ll school you a thing or two.” +-+-+ After six months of working along side Frank, Rich had made up his mind as to how he wanted to run his own business. He had begun a list of rules, and he planned to enforce them with his own girls when he’d gathered them. Firstly, there would be no drugs. Rich had seen enough girls drugged out, and addicted to last him a lifetime. They didn’t work well, they looked terrible, and clients didn’t care for them. They had no motivation other than to get high, and they had to be high to function at all. It was also expensive to keep up with their drug habits. That was money out of Rich’s pocket just to keep the ...