A Work Of Fiction.
Part 14 - Like Oxygen
Terri :
Just seeing both Martika, my boss, and Amber tear a new arsehole out of Jerry was such an amazing thing. I have only seen her in a upbeat yet pissed kind of mood. Never like this. Full-on gangster.
After he paid up, and ran off into the night, Martika made it very obvious that nobody would even dare try that again. Violence through intimidation. I like it. But I know that, if it came down to it, whoever caused grief for her girls would be in for a whole world of hurt.
I thanked her. Thanked her for getting my money back.
"Oh no, you're not getting that back. What did I tell you? You come to me. Right? If you came to me in the bloody first place then you'd not have to spend a bloody penny. Yet, here we are. You didn't put your trust in me. Now you know for next time there's any problems."
"Anyways, get back to fucking working..."
Great! Fuck! Great!
That's sarcasm.
Anyways. I worked. I had, like, 6 more hours to work. It was busy.
End of the night? God, I could barely walk. I'd been bonking the previous Friday, then Saturday...and now this Saturday. I was a little sore, to say the least.
Didn't stop Tom from getting his end away inside my slick vagina though...not once....not twice...but thrice!
I was exhausted....Tom had probably lost a stone in bodily fluids....not much sleep.
I could barely lift myself off the bed and haul myself into the shower...but, I did.
Tom was up....and made me a coffee.
Cue big, long chat.
I told him about the money. The savings. How Martika had took it all. That had him pissed. I made mention of what she said; that, whenever we have an issue that we should sound her out first. That she could have sorted it, easily, without us having to pay anything.
He's angry, but does calm down a little.
"Her plan did work, I guess, and she was taking a stance. I get it...." he muses...
"But, I know she's out to get you working for her, full-time."
"I know, babe..." I answer "...I know."
My next week at work was much better.
Carefree.
Well....I still did have people's finances and lives to deal with. Important stuff, after all, but at least I didn't have the threat of some blackmailing ex punter over my head.
I'd seen Martika. Seen what she was like. Seen her business mind. I respected that.
I felt safe with that.
We spent that weekend away with my family. In a cottage. In the Lakes. Nice to be back to normal. Mum and dad seem to be in a joyful mood. We go out walking, eating good homemade food or a Sunday pub lunch, and just hanging out together.
Very normal. Recharging and resetting.
Tom likes this time too. It's beautiful out. Lots of lovely views, few people - like-minded - to chat to when you're out, just slipping back into nature.
Back at work relaxed, rested and happy.
Martika :
We get no comeback from this Jerry, thankfully - for him - and I'm up £1k. I guess word gets around. He must have heard about the guy that smashed up one of my bitches cars. We found him on the CCTV, knew where he lived and, that night, a bunch of us - including you, April, remember? - went to his home and bricked all his windows. His wife wasn't happy - she came out, in her dressing gown, to all the broken glass - and then we told her about her husband.
Don't think their marriage lasted long after that.
Terri :
Then, of course, the next Friday I was back at Martika's. Putting in a shift. After having my check up, of course.
Good times.
As I came in to the Brothel, in all my finery, I heard you, April, with a raised voice to Miya. You were feeding her a coffee. I guess trying to sober her up.
Martika :
Back in the day, when Miya started this, she was in her heavy drinking phase. She'd been out with you before all this and she used to love to get wrecked in a nightclub. I thought that starting work for me - working in the brothel - would sort her shit out.
It did for a while, but she'd also lapse into just getting - her words - '...hammered..' from time to time. This was, obviously, one of those times.
But, to work, she needs to be professional. Obviously, these days April, with her being your partner, she's more adjusted. Plus we went to put her on the streets to sell herself, and that sorted her the fuck out.
But, at this time? This was how she was sometimes.
Not gonna work today, here. She needs to get her shit sorted...which is why April is giving her some shit.
There's no passengers when you run bitches like these.
Terri :
I just cough loudly, just to give warning that I'm not interrupting something.
Jackie's right behind me, coming in....hears the commotion....then puts a hand on my shoulder...
"Just stay here, babe. Miya, right?" she whispers "..let them sort things out. She needs a stiff word, sometimes. Anyways, you ok How's things?"
...and, just like that, Jackie is ever the professional, and we natter away.
Around 5 or so minutes, and Martika and you April come out...apologising for the delay, just needed to sort Miya out.
Just as Sarah and Donna arrive, again, all cheap hooker style.
Me? I've still got a long coat over my stuff...not as brazen as either of them.
They both say hi....and Candy comes downstairs to greet everyone too.
The girls natter, anecdotally, about the previous night. In jokes and all.
We all join Miya on the sofa...one by one...some lighting up cigarettes, like I am...some, like Candy, getting a big glass of vodka...and some making hot drinks.
Once settled, Martika does her speech as per usual....rally the troops into selling ourselves....as usual, Candy is the most attentive...alongside you, April....and, as is getting to be a regular thing, as not really listening to from Miya. Maybe because she's still drunk?
Anyways, Martika and you leave, April, and we get set for the day.
