Please, in order to have this story make any sense, read chapters 1 and 2 first, otherwise, happy confusion dear readers.
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I concentrated on the biker approaching my car but kept an eye on Rosa after she killed the engine. FUCK, what was that sharp jab in my groin. Things were getting fuzzy and I heard my car doors being unlocked. Strange voices, sort of distant and not very clear. Blackness...
Rosa's story
All I wanted was to get my GED and not be hassled. I didn't like how Mr. Tucker was staring at me. I felt his eyes trying to undress me and then for him to know about the Kit Kat Klub was really bothering me. On the ride back to our apartment Thursday night, I was pretty upset and hugged my lover tight. The motorcycle was bucking a bit but I held on and pushed my helmet close. The smell of the leather, together with the bit of chill in the air was all I needed right now.
Once upstairs in the apartment, the questions started in, what was bothering me and why did I seem sort of shaken up? I just started speaking and I let it all pour out. I said how I thought Mr. Tucker was manipulating me and going to use me like a puta barata Sunday morning. I didn't think studying was what he had in mind. We talked as I sipped some tea, and felt so much better after voicing my concerns.
I was here in America illegally and just wanted to stay low and get something better than being a waitress and part-time stripper. I hated having to go out into the crowd after my dance set. The men just wanted to maul me and get their rocks off. I didn't like that, but the money was good. No one got into my picha unless I wanted them there. These men, so full of booze and stinking of sweat, didn't have a chance with me.
My lover was almost all I needed. As her girl, I did what she wanted me to do and she kept me happy. But now this Mr. Tucker wanted his turn with me. What should I do, Jana? Please tell me how I am going to get out of this mess, think of something for me.
"Rosa, listen to me carefully. This Mr. Tucker is like so many other men. They get you trapped in a situation and then think they can just use you all they want. I've got a better plan."
"We're going to get him before he can get you and if things work out my way, he'll give you the grade and maybe even something more."
Jana asked me what I knew about Mr. Tucker. I really couldn't say because I don't know him. He's an okay teacher but learning how to write English is hard for me right now. I know when he was staring at me and not listening to me, that he was not to be trusted.
Jana then explained her plan. We'd work as a team, get him into his place and see what happens when he wakes up. It was up to him how easy or how hard this was going to be.
Since you know what kind of car he drives and what he looks like, Jana said, she would have one of her friends be in the parking lot and hopefully spot him. If he headed in early to check you out, her friend would let her know. Jena's scheduled to work Saturday night too, so it would be easy for her to find him while I'm on stage. Most guys don't pay that much attention to the girl on stage from the back of the house, they're too busy checking out the girls bouncing around, hoping to get their dicks sucked or maybe get a hot fuck in one of the private rooms. If some guy that fits his description comes in and doesn't want to be seen by me but is really checking me out, then it's probably him. If he's horny and turns down an easy fuck, then he's probably got some other plans for his dick. Men are so predictable.