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I squirmed and kicked at him, but he was too strong. He planted a slimy, invasive kiss on my mouth which made me retch. He squeezed my breasts so hard I gasped in pain, and I worried he’d find the small phone that rested between them.

“I like to take samples of what I buy. You’re clean and I want the first sample before you’re covered in some other man’s cum. Come with me, bitch. You may as well stop fighting me. Your fate is sealed. I’ll have you one way or another. My men can hold you down if necessary. I may even let them take turns just to tame you some. How would you like that my little whore?”

Zoe was gone and with her went a small piece of me. I was alone and had to be brave. I took one last look at the broken older woman on the ground and vowed I’d never end up like that. The best I could do was shut my mind to what was about to happen and pretend I was somewhere else. I prayed for help.

Chapter 24

It didn’t take longbefore my prayer was answered. The nasty slime never got to take his sample of me. Once he got to the dump of a hotel where he kept his string of prostitutes he received a phone call that had him running off in a frenzy.

“Doll her up, Jenny baby. I want her to start earning me some cash asap,” he’d ordered of the hugely fat woman who was in control of the hotel and its occupants.

“It ain’t gonna take much, boss. She looks good to me. I can make her show a lot more skin though. Trixie get me one of them dresses you stole,” she demanded of a girl that looked to be no more than fifteen.

“You don’t even need washing,” she said as she looked me over. “You smell like a damn flower. I don’t know where you came from, but I sure ain’t gonna throw you back. If I don’t ask questions I don’t get told no lies.”

Trixie’s hands shook when she handed over the strip of cloth that Jenny called a dress. Her eyes appeared to be ready to pop out of her head and I could smell fear on her.

“Strip for me sugar britches. Let me see what I got to work with,” Jenny demanded.

Trixie bumped into the dilapidated dresser beside us and knocked over a bottle of cheap perfume. Jenny moved over to slap her as punishment, and I took that instant to slip the phone out of its hiding spot and put it beneath a ragged blanket on top of the same dresser. If the three other sad, tired, and resigned women in the room noticed my action they kept their mouths shut.

I stood naked in front of everyone. I shook inside and wanted to scream, but I thought of the children that were even younger than Trixie and held myself steady. This humiliation would be the least of what I’d have to endure.

“Okay, I can work with that,” Jenny announced as she walked around me. “We’ll play up the eyes and show so much skin that we’ll get us top dollar for this one.”

She forced the dress over my head. It was merely a strip of cloth that covered both nipples and had a skirt held to it by thin chains that ran down my sides. The skirt started below my belly button and ended at my crotch.

“Dig me out a thong, Princess,” she said to a purple-haired woman lounging on the bed. “We gotta make them men work a little bit for the merchandise.”

She sat me on a stool and put thick eyeliner, false lashes, and bright red lipstick on me to match the dress. She sprayed a stripe of red down each side of my hair and decided I was ready to go.

“Now you go to the bathroom and grab you some condoms off the vanity. I can’t have no pregnant girls or have diseases spreading all over the damn place, and men don’t always feel the need to cover their dangly parts these days. They don’t care howmuch they spread their damn seed as long as they ain’t asked to pay for it,” Jenny stated.

“Tonight is your debut, Trixie. The boss done got you all trained up, so let’s get you dressed,” she added.

I didn’t try to run. I knew the doors were guarded and I’d rather face a john than their filthy hands. I carefully retrieved the phone as I went to the bathroom. I stowed it and the condoms in the thong. There wasn’t anywhere else to put them.

Trixie and I were handed over to a guard and taken out to the streets. He never took his eyes off us. We had no choice but to begin looking for work. Poor Trixie was shaking so hard her teeth chattered. I felt old and like a protective mother hen. My shaking had ended once I’d seen her terrified face and bulging eyes.

“I’m going to watch out for you, Trixie. I won’t let anyone hurt you,” I told her.

“I’m not a virgin,” she told me. “Big Daddy trained me. I know how to do most things men will ask for.”

I closed my eyes and sighed. I already guessed she’d been broken in, yet it still made me sick to have it confirmed.

“I know that. You’ll do fine. I just don’t want you to end up with someone abusive. I’ll do what I can to keep you with someone safer,” I explained.

“I’m not a kid. I don’t need protecting. Everybody thinks I look fourteen, but they’re way wrong. I turned seventeen last month. I graduated to the big leagues. The little whiny kids spend their days in the fields reaping the illegal crops or helping process the shit. They discovered kids are too much trouble for the sex business and everybody’s ready to sic the cops on them for it. Don’t treat me like I’m stupid,” she argued.

Her angry attitude had given me information I’d really needed without any spying. At least I now knew the littlest ones weren’t on the streets anymore, though sadly they had been at one timeand would still be scarred for life. Regardless of what she’d said I would protect her the best way I could. Even though she was only two years younger than me it felt more like we were separated by an eternity. I was a mother and felt ancient.

Two men approached us. One was about forty and the other was about eighteen. They looked a lot alike, so I assumed it was a father and son. The older man had hard, cruel eyes while the young one seemed to be nervous and less than enthusiastic about being there. He appeared pretty and slightly effeminate. I summed up the situation quickly. The father was forcing the son to have sex with a female prostitute because he didn’t like the fact that the younger man preferred men.

The older man looked us over and declared, “I’ll take the fresher meat. The other one can teach you how it’s done. I bet she knows a few tricks that will convert your screwed up ass to the right path.”

He put his hands on Trixie and started to feel her up right there on the street. I wasn’t about to allow the asshole to use her or his son. If I managed to convince him to take me instead then Trixie would be safe for an hour since I knew the young man would never touch her and she wouldn’t try to manipulate him either.

I pushed Trixie aside and rubbed my body against the man as I grabbed his crotch and whispered into his ear. I gave him a detailed description of what I wanted to do to him. He was practically panting by the time I finished. After that, it was easy to trade places with Trixie. She took the younger man by the hand and led him away. They both looked relieved.

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