The brief period of sleep that Bobbie Jo was able to corral ended abruptly when all four of her children started to stir and cry as the sun crept over the New York skyline. After initially trying to cover her head with a pillow to drown out the noise, Bobbie Jo realized it was a losing battle and grabbed the flimsy sheet that was covering her nearly naked frame, wrapped it around her body and slowly teetered to her feet.
As soon as Bobbie Jo's body became erect on the cluttered hardwood floor, the muscle spasms precipitated by the previous night's sexual ordeal, nearly caused her to swoon backwards onto the bed.
Collecting herself, as she bitterly groaned to her offspring to calm down, Bobbie Jo limped over to the small refrigerator in the corner nook of the motel room and got the pitcher of unsweetened Koolaid she had stolen a day earlier from the store around the corner, so her kids could have some semblance of a breakfast.
Once the four paper cups were poured, Bobbie Jo sat the pitcher back down in the fridge and made the short but arduous walk to the bathroom. After closing the door behind her, Bobbie Jo dropped the miniscule white sheet covering her body to the floor. She then rolled down her still damp panties and proceeded to stare for several agonizing moments at her naked and hickey covered body in the rusty mirror above the sink.
"SHIT," Bobbie Jo spat at the image staring back, seeing the obscene physical as well as emotional residue of Raoul and Ivan's conquest from the night before in the white semen that was still crusted on the side of her cheeks and the far away look of depraved defeat that glimmered like storm clouds in her tearless brown eyes.
Taking the musty washrag that was draped over the sink and wetting it, Bobbie Jo did her best to wash away the evidence of her sordid indiscretion before going back out to get her kids dressed. As she was about to leave the bathroom, Bobbie Jo attempted to cast one last look back at herself in the mirror to perhaps gain any hint of insight into what she had become. There was nothing there.
A few hours later, after dropping the kids by the babysitter's, Bobbie Jo found herself walking through the rear door of Kim's Cleaners to start her nightly shift. She had spent the whole day contemplating how to run away, to the next job, to the next town, to anywhere that she wouldn't have to face those same two teenagers that had used her for nothing more than a cum receptacle a night earlier.
The fact that the scent of her own lurid and base feminine desire still coated her fingers, from her own personal sexual indulgence hours after Raoul and Ivan had used her, was completely lost of the hapless white woman as she nervously sauntered into the backroom to the glaring stares and all-knowing expressions of everyone assembled there.
"Fuck you...fuck every single one of you," Bobbie Jo muttered under her breath as she made a deliberate beeline past the throng, to her locker.
For that entire night's shift, either real or imagined, Bobbie Jo felt as if everyone working around her knew how she had gotten the brutal purple hickeys that lined the circumference of her neck. Every so often, Bobbie mustered the will to look up and when her gaze fixed on Raoul and Ivan on the main work floor, she felt a sickening slow burn in the pit of her belly from the cocky way they strutted around the place.
During her fifteen minute break, Bobbie Jo hesitantly dragged herself into the breakroom and took a seat at the far end of the table, away from everyone else. Literally feeling as if she were a leper on an island, Bobbie Jo quietly nibbled at a 25 cent bag of crackers while all the other employees laughed and conversed around her.
By the time Bobbie Jo had ended what seemed to be the longest night of her life, she briskly peeled out of the shop and swore to herself she'd never come back to Kim's Cleaners. Wherever she could go had to be better than having to face the same gauntlet of gawks, whispers and stares that she had endured the whole evening.
Snaking her way through a few of the employees who were carousing in front of the exit to leave, Bobbie Jo cast one last fleeting look at the clock on the wall before disappearing out into the back alleyway. It was 10 minutes after midnight.
Just as Bobbie Jo took her first breath of the foul night air, her eyes immediately picked up on the shadowy presence of two men sitting on top of closed dumpsters, like vultures on a perch, waiting for their prey for the night to stumble along.
"OH...SHIT," Bobbie Jo groused out loud, knowing before she even made eye contact with the two guys that it was Raoul and Ivan sitting there, effectively blocking her only exit from the alley.
Bowing her head and biting her lower lip hard, Bobbie Jo tried her best to hold her breath as she slipped past the glaring onlookers.
"Who ya gonna fuck tonight, Bobbie Jo?" Ivan haughtily mocked down, not caring who was within earshot of his lewd comment.
Bobbie Jo took another two steps before it seemed as if her feet had become entrenched in concrete.
"Yo' Girl...who's gonna get a crack at that pussy tonight?" Raoul hissed when he saw her stop.
"Maybe us again," Ivan laughed.
"Nah...we tried that cunt last night...we ain't got nothin' for her...but we know somebody who do," Raoul hinted sarcastically.
It appeared as if Bobbie Jo had turned to stone as she meekly stood her ground in the dark smelly alley. Hoping down off their perches, Raoul and Ivan fanned out to each side of the shaken woman and started to close in.
"You didn't say too much in there tonight Bobbie Jo...are you sure your feelin' OK," Ivan asked with mock empathy.
"And what about those nasty things around your neck Girl...are those hickeys or did somebody try to choke your ass," Raoul cruelly giggled, tapping his crotch lewdly with his right hand as he sized up the numb woman in front of him.
"Get out of my way, " Bobbie Jo hissed as if she were a scalded cat. " I have to get home to my children."
A moment of awkward silence passed between the three before Raoul and Ivan began to snicker to one another. "Yeah...your the Mother of the Year...coming home to a rat infested dive after midnight every single night...I bet those kids really think the world of you!" Raoul snarled back.
The hurtful verbal daggers that were raining down seemed to cripple Bobbie Jo as she started to sway from side to side, floating in the ether of her vengeful hate and putrid helplessness.
"So you're going home to tuck your little ones in for the night huh...I wonder ...just how much sleep did you get last night?" Raoul quizzed slyly, waiting out the din of silence that followed.
"I didn't think so," Ivan concluded.
"I've done enough women like you...nothin' to live for...spiraling down and down and down...nothin' left of your dignity...I wouldn't be surprised a bit if you didn't stay up all night last night playing with your pussy...hummm...," Raoul continued, to only more silence from Bobbie Jo.
