Chapter 170
I watch him walk out. He is different, which I like. Although I doubt I will see him again. I broke the rules today, more than one.
I spoke to him, told him things, and said my real name. Took pleasure, I am not allowed to take pleasure. Drank, I drank even if it was only a bit.
I hear the door open and look up at the woman.
“Cherry, your payment.” She hands me the money. Smiling I take it.
“Thank you.” I watch as she walks out, my eyes on the money. I could leave, over four thousand is in my hand, and I could run. I consider it, yet I know I can’t. All it takes is one person to look me up and know that I am owned.
Standing I walk out, Dean stood by the door waiting. I walk out with him following and sit in the car.
“You were gone longer than an hour. You know the rules. When time is up you leave.” He looks pissed off.
“He paid gain for an extra hour.” I hold out the money. He takes it and smiles.
“Good girl Cherry, there are two other men who will pay high amounts, I will find out which nights they are there and you can get them to pick you.” He pockets the cash, and I smile.
He is happy, for a change he trusts me and is happy.
He begins to drive, and I stay with the coat wrapped around me. Getting back Mary is standing waiting.
“She got paid a lot tonight. Over two thousand an hour. Show her the proof.” He turns and looks at me. So still, even with that money, he isn‘ t happy. He still wants proof. Why would any guy go and pay again for an extra hour if it was bad?
I reach into the pocket and hand her the condom. Her eyes inspect it and I roll mine. What does she think I will do? Fill it with fucking glue?
“To your room.” Mary looks at me.
“I haven’t eaten today.” I need to eat.
“Then you may eat tomorrow. Now go or I will send you back there.”
Nodding I walk downstairs, my room is a box. I have a bed, a sheet, and a drawer with clothes. Very few clothes. I climb into bed, accepting that tonight isn’t the night I will get food. Even after bringing so much money back.
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I fall asleep quickly, too tired to stay awake, but I am smiling. I have no food and no freedom, but I am smiling because tonight, Mr Devil gave me more than anyone else ever has, or could.
He was different, from everyone else, which makes no sense. Why would he be willing to pay just to talk to women?
I want to find out exactly who he is, and how to find him again.
I wake up hearing someone shouting my name. Opening my eyes I see Mary looking at me.
“Cook breakfast!” She storms out slamming the door. Climbing out of bed I walk down the hall to the bathroom, the other women are no doubt still asleep. Showering I get dressed and walk to the kitchen.
It is four. I slept in! That explains why she was so angry. I begin cooking. By six I have cooked for everyone and watch as they walk through and sit and eat. As always I clean while they eat. If I eat, I will find out soon.
I feel like Cinderella, while there are loads of women here who they have bought, I am the only one who cooks and cleans. I’m one of the few sold for sex. All the other women work in shops, restaurants and
more.
“Be ready in fifteen minutes.” I look up at Dean confused. You’re going back to the club later, Mr Anderson is waiting now, however, so make
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it quick.”
Mr Anderson is a regular. I don’t see him in the clubs, I go to his place. Usually, he pays Dean enough to have me for a few hours.
“I haven’t eaten yet.” This is day three of no food now.
“You can eat after. You know the outfit he likes, put it on. Bring a spare as you’re at the club after as well. “I don’t argue, instead I get ready and leave.
Dean drives me to Mr. Anderson’s. Stopping outside he hands me the phone.
“Emergencies only Cherry. I will be waiting out here.”
Nodding, I take the phone and walk to the door, knocking Mr Anderson answers it. I walk in and he begins his usual routine. He strips me and forces me to face the wall.
I hear the shutter of the camera as he takes picture after picture. Handing me the outfit he orders me to get dressed, which I do. I play the role of his kitchen, on all fours as he once again takes pictures of
me.
Each sound of the shutter makes me feel revolted. Sex is one thing. I know once I leave it is done. Yet Mr. Anderson likes to dress me up and make me pose for his pictures. I know once I leave somewhere in his sick mind he uses them.
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A while later he orders me to kneel, which I do. I am used to the next part, my eyes stay fixed on the door, waiting. Sure enough, she walks through, and I watch him fuck her. He gets off on knowing I am watching, When he finishes he moves onto me.
She sits quietly, smiling and watching him fuck me, and part of me craves Demitri. That feeling I got in the pit of my stomach when I realised he was about to fuck me, I want that feeling again.
The sharp slap makes me scream and I stare at him shocked. “If I wanted to fuck a doll I would get one they are cheaper!”
I forgot and I zoned out. I begin my usual routine of moving my hips. Rushing while trying to make him finish so it ends quicker, and it seems to work as he does.
Standing I walk to the small shower, I always shower after being here. It is routine, like everything else in my life. I hear his harsh breathing first then see him step into the shower with me.
Moving I go to get out his hand pushing me back.
“I paid extra today, so you can get onto your knees.”
I am too exhausted for this, he moves forcing me to kneel.
“Don’t worry, you just need to kneel there looking pretty while piss on you.”
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My eyes widen at his words. Moving I try to stand his hand pushing me back down.
“No!” What the hell? “You’re fucking revolting!” I scream and try to get up, his hand holding me down. I keep fighting and screaming as he actually does it.
I feel sick and dirty. Screaming at him I push him.
“You dirty fucking bastard!” My words are silenced as his fist hits my eye. I stumble back slightly.
“Be glad it was on you, I considered doing inside your mouth.” I move quickly, getting dressed without drying myself I rush out. Getting in the car Dean looks at me annoyed. He drives and I can tell he is mad.
“You’re lucky he punched you as I would have done worse!”
“Did you know what he planned?” I feel dirty and used.
“I told him to. The way you walked out of that room said you took more than you were allowed yesterday. Plus I smelt the whiskey on your breath. I planned to do worse so be grateful!”
I don’t reply, as another day without food and I will be useless. Soon enough we stop outside the club. Walking in I stand on the stage and once again I perform with the most minimal movements. Today, however, everyone is wearing masks.
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I don’t know who I am meant to be getting attention from.
Even if I was listening it wouldn’t matter, I am too tired. Exhausted and hungry to even articulate what happens next.
I feel the woman tug me gently, I must have zoned out. I can’t even remember if anyone bidded for me.