The Awaening of Chastity

A Work Of Fiction.

Part 13 - Hell & Heaven

Terri :

I'm in a tizz. I drop my keys.

"W-what?" I stumble through my words as I try to pick them up.

"Yeah. You're 'Chastity'. You're one of Martika's girls. I banged you the other day..." he trails off.

I was about to speak. Deflect the situation. But....I couldn't. I felt a wave of hotness through my body. My face, I felt, probably gave me away. I couldn't lie. That would just make the whole...embarrassment....worse....and I'd just get redder.

"I-I'm not sure what you mean..." I say, looking up at him as I get back to standing.

"Yes..." he affirms, "...your face. Not the same makeup - obviously - or wearing the same clothes, but I remember you. You're a great fuck."

Would be a nice comment to have, but only in a better context...not out on the street in front of my bank!

"Look, maybe we can come to some sort of arrangement...."

Ok...I'm all ears. My redness, I feel, subsides....

"I'm needing that loan...for my business..."

"I'm sorry, but like I said, if you bring in the evidence to support your application - like you said you had some more - then I'd be happy to go through it again with you..."

I'm non-committal. Not owning up to 'Chastity'....good.

He shakes his head "No, no, no..." he begins. "That'll be too late."

"Look...you must make a mint at Martika's. Give me £5k and I'll not mention this to anyone...."

"I haven't got that kind of money!" I panicky answer. 'Fuck! I've just admitted it!' I think to myself.

"Bollocks! You must be raking it in..."

Balls! How do I admit, in the middle of a street, in the early evening time...that I make no money from this? That it's just mine an Tom's 'kink'. How do I admit that without looking like a total...fucking....idiot?!?

"I don't have that kind of cash. Please..." I reiterate.

"£2k. You must have two..." he anxiously asks. I shake my head.

"Really? Fuck off..." he snarls.

"I-I-I can give you £1k...." the words tumble from my mouth...surprising myself, not just this....person.

He nervously runs his fingers through his hair....pacing side to side....

"Ok. Give my your fuckin' phone..." he asks.

I pause.

He makes hand gestures.

"Just fuckin' give it. Open it..."

I find myself reaching into my bag and grabbing my phone. Trying to open it in a bit of a panic...

Fail...

'Shit! C'mon, girl...get your shit together..' I think to myself.

Success.

I hand my phone over to Jerry.

As he's frantically working it, he tells me that he's giving me his contact details for later.

"I'll be in touch...." he answers, giving me back my phone before walking away....

I'm shaking. I hurriedly race to my car....get in....delve around in the glove compartment and pull out a spare packet of cigarettes. 'God, I need one...' I think to myself, nearly in tears over what had just happened.

A cigarette, of course, doesn't make it any easier...but calms me down enough to slow down the tears...to bring myself out of a panic state....enough for me to manage to drive home.

I vaguely remember him. With 18 + punters throughout the day, copious amounts of drink and drugs, I hardly remember their faces.....they're just cocks with wallets, really. Most don't want to talk or nothing. They just wanna ball me.

Fine....until something like this happens.

I get in...in tears.

Tom's there....comforts me....then asks what's up. We sit down....face to face....shaking, I tell him.

"Christ!" says Tom.

He tells me to take a shower and he'll make some food for us. He tells me to calm down. That we'll work things out.

I shower, get changed....but I'm not sure what my head is feeling. I'm on remote control.

My phone pings. It's a message from....this fucker.

This Jerry.

We read it. Bank details, send £1k, which is pretty much all of my savings, and money that we were putting towards plans for a holiday.

I send it, going through all the hoops that banking apps put you through for any dodgy transactions....fine, but do they do anything for bloody blackmail? No! So the transaction goes through and the money sent.

We try to eat. Well, I do. Tom is alright....but concerned about me. Me? I hardly touch my dinner.

Fitful night's sleep. Not in the mood for sex at all.

Extremely tired. Up and back at work.

Not feeling it. Some of the staff notice I'm not good today. They think I'm ill....Well, I am! Sick to my stomach!

On my way home, my phone pings. New message. I don't get to see it until I pull into my drive.

Horrified...

"I want more money!"

Shit!

I'm, once again, in tears putting the key into the door.

Neighbours see me. I don't care.

I tell Tom...I see his face drop.

Upset. I haven't got the word for it. I haven't got the strength to support him.

We chat, whilst I have a shower. Going through the motions. Towel dry and change into my PJ's. Tom forces me to have some soup, at least. It's tough going but I know I have to have something to eat.

I feel drained. I message that I haven't got that money....in tears, pretty much....with a reply of "Get It!"...which creates just more tears.

I try to sleep. Too many bad thoughts through my head. Numerous. Various permutations of how my mum and dad find out...each ends the same; my heart breaking.

Tom is fitful in his sleep too.

Work the next day. Drained. 'Looking like shit..', according to Shauna. Mind elsewhere. Couple of messages...one from Tom, asking how I am...and one from this complete and utter bag of shite, Jerry, who keeps on about the money.

Back home, I talk to Tom. I'm still a mess...

"Fuck this shit! Right, I'm calling Martika..." and he goes off on one, into the other room....pissed...

Martika :

I get this phone call from Tom, y'know that cunt Chastity's husband, just as I'm serving up dinner. I ask Mark to take over as we chat.

He tells me all the shit that's gone down from this fuckin' Jerry. I really am incensed

Firstly, the brothel is exclusive...that we vet the punters that go there...by recommendation of my street slags, built up over a period of time. All about trust....as in...we trust them.

It really is a case of 'If your name's not down, you're not coming in'. That's always been the rational behind it.

Like I keep saying, reputation is everything. Somebody steps out of line, it gets sorted. No messing. Now, this Jerry has been a pretty good customer over the years. I used to go with him. But...you never try to intimidate one of my girls.

Never.

So I tell Tom that we'll sort it.

We have dinner as I'm formulating the plan. I talk some shit through with you, don't I April? Then, before I need to shower, I phone up the bitch...

Terri :

Tom goes for a while, then comes back in. He's looking relieved.

"Right. So I've told Martika. She says that she'll message you shortly, Terri. She says that she's got this..."

I fake some sort of smile and then it's the long wait before Martika rings me up.

Rings? I thought that she was just going to message..

Martika :

I'm still incensed but have calmed down a bit when I chat to Chastity. The bitch, you can hear, is in pieces and I can hear those tears as she both listens and talks.

It all comes blurting out - the trying to pay him off and shit - and, throughout, she keeps sniffling 'I'm sorry....I'm so sorry...' to me.

I have to tell the bitch "Shut the fuck up and listen. Yes? Good. Right, well you are coming in and doing your shift this Saturday, ok?......Yes, I know it's not your Saturday...just fuckin' listen....you're gonna tell Jerry that you can't get the money right now, but as you'll be working this Saturday, you can give him more.....make it sound like you'll pay him off and you'll be rid of it all....he'll say some shit like that but I know he'll ask for more as soon as he gets his money....but don't let on that, ok?"

"Say that you've invited him so that you can have a session with him, yes?....tell him some shit that'll get him excited about fucking you and he'll come...ok? Good."

"I wished you told me all this shit earlier. I don't like people doing this, trying to muscle in on my bitches. Especially in the brothel. It's not on. You might have to fuck the twat but we will get this sorted, he will regret taking this attitude with you and I will make sure that this type of stance, by any fucker, doesn't go unpunished. Now, fuck off...relax...message him about Saturday and try to enjoy your evening. I still have to shower and all that shit. I do have a fuckin' job to do myself!"

Terri :

So, Martika phones up. Surprised by that. She's quite direct and to the point. Angry. This all goes against everything, she says, she stands for. She tells me to shut up and listen....and I do...she has it all in hand. I just have to entice him...oh, and work this Saturday? It's not my....oh...yes....'Shut the fuck up and listen..', yes...ok.

I text Jerry, after getting off the phone with Martika. Keeping him strung along.

Martika has said that some men are guided by their dicks....and, it seems, Jerry is one of them.

I feel better after the chat and things. Calmer. I get told that nobody messes with Martika...so, I feel safer...not safe...but safer...

Martika :

I'm out on the streets, hanging with my bitches....selling myself...and I've got a bit of a break between punters - Wednesday's are like that - an' I think to myself '..the bitch needs to be on the needle for for this to work..', so I quickly phone up Tom, out of respect, and tell him this. He's, of course, not happy.

I explain my rational.

I talk though getting her working, which is fine with him, and that bein' on the needle will subdue her a little. I don't want the slag addicted, just mellowed out enough for this twat - Jerry - not to realise what's happening.

The bitch is emotional...crying....all that shit. All understandable, don't get me wrong, but I need her cool as a cucumber...an' I don't think she's gonna be at that stage. He understands and, I think, appreciates how honest I am being with him.

Build better relations, right? I want the slag to work for me properly - full time - so anything that gets him onside is also a good thing. In the long run.

The easy thing is to get in touch with her bank myself, tell them all about the bitch, and get her sacked. Then she'd be free to work for me. Yeah, sure, but in the real world things don't happen that smoothly.

Reputation is everything. Again, like I keep fuckin' sayin'! Treat the bitches well and when someone's ill or some sort of shit, one of the other's will be more inclined to dep in for her on her day off.

Forcing works with some bitches - Candy - and pushing hard with others - you, April - but mainly it's about positivity and support, then dedication comes.

I tell Tom not to tell the bitch, that I'll mention the heroin more towards the time.

Terri :

Tom has me more relaxed now. Even though I do have to work this Saturday. Even though I'll probably have to face this Jerry guy again. Even though, as Martika has said, I'll have to - more than likely - fuck him again.

Vile creature.

But, we go to bed that night, for the first time in days, in a calmer sense. Calmer....and passionate at the same time. I ride Tom like he's the last person I'll ever have sex with before the apocalypse.

Happy...content...

..and the apocalypse is coming....

Work? Manageable.

People say that I must feel a little better after my illness...or that I am '..coming thru it..'....how very observant of them. I smile and say that I feel much better.

...and then....it's Saturday again.

Butterflies....

Butterflies of fear...

I'm really not feeling it today. Like that child that doesn't want to go to school because of that big bully might pick on me. Which make Martika and Tom, just like my 'parents' encouraging me, giving me praise....

Leading me along.

Shower....dressed....makeup...breakfast....fucking....then out the door, into the car, and Tom drives us over to Martika's brothel.

We get there early, of course. Candy opens the door, just in a dressing gown. Un-made up. I've never seen her as 'natural', just the sleazy bitch, oozing pure sexuality, that'll bang anybody.

Here she is looking just like an everyday 20 year old...or whatever her age is.

"Come thru, bitch. Boss is just having a bump..."

Behind her, I can make out the back of Martika bent over that coffee table, doing a couple of lines of cocaine.

She gets up to her feet, turns and smiles at me...

"The breakfast of champions that...doing a bunch of lines..." as she feeds herself a cigarette. She offers me one and lights me up.

"Bitch...." she says, under a cloud of smoke, in Candy's general direction "..you get your shit done and get ready. I'm talking with Tom and Chastity here.."

"Ok, boss.."

Martika offers us a seat. We sit whilst she talks.

So, I'm doing a shift, and - as messaged to Jerry - I see him later in the evening, around 8 pm, and after he's done me I'll sort out the additional £1k that he asks for...or, at least, go through the motions...After my fuck with Jerry I'll message Martika and she'll come, along with Amber, and sort this whole thing out.

"You met Amber?" she asks.

"Briefly" I answer.

"Well, that bitch...not just is she family - my mum's younger sister - but she's a 1st Dan martial artist. Does all that Jeet Kune Do shit, y'know?"

...no, I don't know Martika, but...carry on...

"..the style that Bruce Lee created. You heard of him?"

"Yeah, of course.." I take a drag.

"I've seen her kick the shit out of jealous wives and girlfriends before. She'll sort him out, if anything physical has to happen. But, people 'round here know that my words carry weight. It shouldn't get to that stage."

"Anyways, bitch, that's not your problem. It's mine. I wished you'd have come to me earlier though..."

"Tom...you ok babe?" she asks.

He replies that he feels that all is going to be sorted.

Good.

"You're looking good, slag..." she compliments me.

"Right. Piss off. Let's get this show on the road. See you later, Tom. It'll all be sorted when you come later to pick up the ol' slag, ok? Don't worry."

We say our goodbyes and he goes.

Martika gets me a coffee.

"Thanks."

She tells me that I'm not to drink a drop of alcohol today. I ask why? To have a clear head?

"Nah, far from it bitch. Clear head wouldn't be good for you, and being coked out will just be bloody stupid! You're hyper enough about all this...shit - obviously - and we don't want you too on bloody edge, no."

"Tom and I talked last night. He understood. We need you on a bit of gear..."

"What? On the needle?" I exclaim.

"Yeah, you need to mellow the fuck out, bitch. Candy'll shoot you up, don't worry. Just enough to take a bit of edge of you, y'know? So, I know you like the shit. Do a bit. Enjoy. Tom's okay'd it."

"Then we'll sort out the shit you're in...."

The others arrive - Miya, Sarah, Donna, and Candy's just coming down the stairs, now in her regular clothes and heavy make up.

"Fix the bitch up..." orders Martika, and Candy gets me to sit down beside her as - just like last time - she preps the heroin and loads up the syringe, shoots up herself and with still-awe-inspiring set of actions, does the prep and shoots me up too. Same needle, as before.

I find myself saying "Blood sisters..." to her as she smiles and, I guess, sorts out the kit.

I can't quite fix very well with my mind and my eyes but I think I make out Sarah's disapproving stare.

Then, it starts.

As before, when I did my very first Saturday - just last week - it's busy. Pretty much from the off.

Candy and Sarah have their first punters and it's not long before I'm putting down my cup of tea, getting picked and having some inside me. It's very much like a factory...especially when you're on H. The effort to drag yourself off the sofa and up those stairs, like, almost 20 times a day....

Fucking...shagging...sucking cock...taking it up the arse...whatever it takes to make coin.

I'm looking like a hot piece of ass in my black leather mini, my fishnets, my 4 1/2" heels, my halter neck top. All my bangles and chains and shit? You can hear me before you can see me.

Again, my banding on my stockings feels moist throughout my working day. Semen. Pussy juices.

Well used...

I bang 5...or is it 6...punters and I'm back on the needle, being shot up by Candy. Cigarette between my lips....then...back at it.

I like being on the needle. It stops me thinking. That's why Martika wants me on it today.

Tom checks in on me, from time to time too...messages....the video camera set up, so he can see it all. Loves watching my display. I love him so much for letting me do this...and I'm finding that the smack is just accentuating that feeling of love.

I gush.

I also get a message from Jerry too, asking if I was working today. I replied that I was and that I'd get the Money for him.

It's soon around 8pm when I've just finished up a punter, up my arse, and I'm leading him down the stairs. I'm a little-bit-recently-medicated, thanks to Candy again, so I was in a cool little headspace.

Cigarette freshly lit as I'm thanking the latest guy for '...having me..' And I'm showing him the door when I notice Jerry. Jackie interrupts me to tell me that Jerry was waiting for me. Good.

So, I take him upstairs. I quickly excuse myself to use the toilet and message Martika.

Martika :

Slag messages me. I've just been with a couple of punters myself and, although Amber ain't around - she's just been picked up - I know she'll be back soon.

I tell her - Chastity - That I'll be there, shortly.

Terri :

I'm a little nervous, but the H pulls me through. I get down to the task at hand. I'm a ho...he's my punter....he's paid...and now he has to cum...which is where I come in.

So, I ride him. Give him my best....he doesn't deserve it, of course, but I can't let on any shit is going to go down.

We finish up...he leaves a great big wad of cum in my pussy and, as he pulls up his jeans, I sort myself out.

"Now, my money..." he whispers.

"Sure babe..." I say, leading him downstairs.

Martika's nowhere to be seen....at first....then she comes into view...alongside Amber.

There's people about...activity....and Martika tells everyone to stop and stay still....

I push Jerry forward.

Martika :

Thankfully, Amber finishes her punter and we rush over to the brothel. She knows what is going down and what she's expected to do, if needed. Ambs, bless her, isn't one for violence but if someone needs the shit kicking out of them then she's the warrior to do that.

We get in there, just out of view from the stairs, in the hallway, and chat to Jackie about the bitch. Amber steps to the side of me, and there's a few punters and bitches hanging around. I tell them just to hang on for a little while...that we've got a little thing to talk about.

Then I see Chastity's feet, followed by the rest of her, alongside this piece of shit. As Chastity pushes him forward, Ambs manoeuvres herself to be behind him.

And...so it begins..

"Jerry, Jerry, Jerry..." I start. He's looking a little flushed in the face. No doubt bangin' Chastity will do some of that but I get the feeling that he's been caught out might just do that too.

"I hear you've been causin' shit with one of my girls, is this true?"

Fucker, like shakes his head and then tries to talk...I cut him off, telling him to shut it.

He shuts it.

"So, I find out that you're trying to blackmail this bitch, am I right?"

Says nothing.

"Jerry....dear, sweet Jerry. I know you. Well, I thought that I knew you. But....I do know your name...what car you drive...where you live...don't I? Or, did you not know that?"