Trafficked Love Ch. 17 - Sex Stories

Trafficked Love Ch. 17

Chapter Seventeen: The Hierarchy Angel returned when her dance was over. Bishop was still there, talking with Rich. A few of Bishop’s men, obviously guards, stood by, watching the crowd. Upon approaching, one of the men stopped Angel with a hand in front of her. Naturally she stopped, looking down at his hand, then up at the man. He was bald, with tanned skin that stretched over his muscular arms, which threatened to rip the rolled up sleeves of his black button up shirt. He wore sunglasses that were dark enough to hide his eyes, and Angel wondered how he even saw her in the dimly lit warehouse. Giving the man a good look over, she sidestepped him, trying to get around his outstretched hand. The man was quick to grab Angel’s arm, holding her tightly. He felt her tense in his grip, and he grabbed her shoulder with his free hand, just in case she got the crazy idea to put up a fight. “Let her go, she’s with me,” Rich ordered, making both Angel and the guard look in his direction. “She’s with me,” he confirmed a second time. Bishop turned towards Angel and the man holding her, then gave a slight nod to assure the man that it was ok to release Angel. The man promptly let go, giving Angel’s shoulder a friendly pat to assure her that he was only doing his job, and his manhandling was nothing personal. Angel gave the man a slight nod. She knew he was just doing his job, and she couldn’t hold that against him. She looked back to Rich, who had seemed to settle down from his ...

... outbursting demand moments ago. She could feel Bishop’s eyes on her, but she paid him no attention. She sat down next to Rich, and he placed a hand on her knee, absent-mindedly. He and Bishop were deep in conversation, over topics Angel paid no attention to. Angel was too busy looking over the crowd of people in the warehouse. She recognized a few girls, their pimps, some men she had seen here or there at various clubs. She was so busy watching the others in the warehouse, that she didn’t even hear Bishop’s order for Rich and the other girls to leave. Rich stood, catching Angel’s attention. He was uneasy with Bishop’s request to speak privately with Angel. It wasn’t good that another pimp was interested in his girl. However, he knew better than to object. Objecting could cost him more than the stress of trying to keep Angel out of Bishop’s interests. Bishop’s eyes were on Angel, and it made her tense. As she watched Rich and the girls leave the VIP booth, she could feel Bishop slide over next to her, getting both intimately and uncomfortably close. She looked towards him, at his chest, knowing better than to look him in the eyes. Her eyes followed the purple and gold paisley pattern of the vest Bishop wore under his suit jacket. The gold glistened in the light, ever so slightly, and the purple looked of crushed velvet. “You sure do have fire.” Angel didn’t respond. “A fire that could get you in a lot of trouble, if you expose it to the wrong person.” Again, she was silent. “A fire that ...