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He waves for me to come in. I push my breasts up and my ass out as I walk past him. I can hear him close the door behind me.

“Welcome. Please have a seat. Can I get you a drink, beautiful?” I hear a slight accent.

“No. I’m good, but thank you.”

“Come on. Just one drink. It’s not like you have to drive anywhere after this.”

He has me there. I usually don’t partake in drinking with clients. I like to keep a straight head when I go from job to job. It’s vital to not be three sheets to the wind when you’re dealing with horny men all day. Dangerous things can happen.

“Come on, Mami. One shot. I hate to drink alone.”

“Well, you do have me for the night. So I’ll take anything you got, baby.”

He smiles and turns to the bar. His back is to me as he pours the drink. I move my head to the right to notice several stacks of money on the nightstand. He quickly spins around, steps forward, and hands me a glass. I jerk my head up.

“Brandy. It’s my favorite. I hope it suits your taste,” he says.

He sits down on the bed next to me and puts his hand on my thigh.

I down the liquor as fast as I can. I’m a bit nervous. It’s been awhile since I’ve had a new customer. I watch him toss back the Brandy in his glass, and then he looks over at me and smiles. He takes my empty glass out of my hand and places it on the nightstand along with his.

“I’ve heard good things about you, Nine.”

“Is that so?”

“They say your pussy is like gold,” he purrs.

“They, whoever they are, might be right.” I bite my bottom lip and wink.

He nods and looks away like he’s waiting for something. Suddenly there is a long silence. This huge gap in the conversation happens and I start to feel uncomfortable. Just a few seconds ago, I was ready to get down to business and now a gut feeling is telling me to leave. However, I can’t. He booked me all night. The money is right there. Maybe he’s the type who likes to take his time or maybe he’s a little nervous. I sit there in character just waiting.

“Are you good with your mouth, Nine?” he says.

“Would you like to find out?” I quickly respond while I lick my lips.

He chuckles and looks away again. What the fuck is his deal? This guy is bizarre. Most men would have unzipped their pants and had me down on my knees already. I clear my throat to get his attention, because he’s just sitting there gazing at the wall. He looks down at his watch and then back over to me. He’s definitely waiting for something. I start to speak, but right then the hairs on my neck stand at attention and suddenly I don’t feel too well. I become dizzy and my skin breaks out in a sweat. I grab at my chest. I feel my heart beat slowing down and my breathing feels off. He stands up and walks in front of me and that’s when I really start to feel it. My head tips forward and it takes everything I can to keep it up. I’m staring at a double vision of the man. He’s talking to me and his words are distorted.

“What did you put in that drink?” I ask, trying to reach for my purse that carries a knife. My coordination is off. I miss my purse and grab at the blanket. “You drugged me?” I slur.

“Ketamine. It’s a neat little drug.” His words echo.

Parts of the room are fading as I look around. I feel like I may vomit and that my feet are starting to become numb. The man leans down into my face and stares into my eyes. I try to shake off this feeling. My eyelids are getting heavier with each passing second.

“You’re taking a lot of money from me, Nine, and I don’t like when people play with my money.”

I’m sitting there on the verge of passing out. His hands are rested on my shoulders and right now, they are the only thing that is keeping me from falling forward.

“Wake up. Listen to me.” He shouts. “You’re my top bitch now. Do I make myself clear?”

He’s a goddamn pimp. He pushes my chin up with one hand. My head falls back and I look up at him with my eyes glazed over.

“Fuck you,” I mumble.

He backhands me so hard I fall off the bed and onto the floor. My purse gets knocked off the bed and flies somewhere out of reach. I’m lying on my side and I can see his boots walking toward me. He walks closer and kicks me in the face. I can feel the blood spray out of my mouth and the sting spreads across my cheek. I’m now clawing at the carpet in an attempt to get away, but I can’t. I have no strength.

“The only way to make you bitches loyal is to break you first. You’ll be begging to suck my cock when I’m finished with you, Nine.”

He kicks me hard in the stomach. I cry out in pain, and as much as I want to, I can’t move. My body is totally immobile. I hear a scratchy noise, and then he covers my mouth with duct tape.

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