A Work Of Fiction.
Part 16 - Big Changes.
Terri :
Year 2 rolls on at a pace. New girls, new to the brothel anyways, and creating new relationships. Same as well as with the new punters. Lots of sex, of course, which was the reason that I did this all in the first place.
But....drugs.
Things are getting a little, shall we say, ropey in terms of my real job....my paid job....firstly, I'm so alive and on a big chemical and emotional high...and this....this working in a bank....this...this running a team and being responsible for people's money....their dreams, in essence....this....'thing'....it's feeling less and less all the time.
Keeping my head straight, when that persona of Chastity is always at the front....always butting in...always got some...fuckin'...thing...to...say....
"Oh, sod all that, bitch. Just go to Martika's and do a few lines. That'll sort you out...."
That's the voice of the Devil on my shoulder.
"You really don't want to be at this desk, smiling...you want to be on your back with a cock inside you..."
Actually....I do...2 times a month...that's starting to not keep me going into the time in-between. I'm craving it.
Martika :
Getting my bitches high is working good. Sure, paying for a lot more coke, I guess, but on the other side of the scale is that they aren't as bitchy...not that they were much, anyways...but it keeps them in line...it keeps them alert and not tired, so they can get more cock.
More cock equals more money....for me.
Simple!
The amount of cock that Chastity is getting is a lot...for her. The adrenaline rush and all those 'pleasure centre' responses, from fucking and cumming, just build up and build up. That becomes what the body requires to function. That's what it needs to satisfy itself. It's playing the long game, with that bitch, but she'll be around here soon, selling herself every fuckin' night.
I know it.
I can smell it.
The third year for Chastity is, of course, the first year that Jasmin - my daughter - is old enough to sell herself.
Sure, Miya has given her little sister some encouragement. She's always been there for her; when Jasmin had been picked on, 'cos she was black and - obviously - not Mark's daughter, Miya stepped in and would fight those bullies.
Of course, so did I...but that was more the mums. Remember Tracy, April? Her son picked on Jasmin. She couldn't give a shit... So I had to drag that blonde bitch around the playground by her shitty hair extensions and give her a thick lip before a) the bitch knew I was deadly serious, and b) the teachers took note.
Nobody causes shit on my family.
Nobody!
Jasmin got no shit afterwards.
Terri :
Jasmin. The lovely Jasmin. The quiet one. Just like the Beatles. Really nice girl. Young, of course, and I met her ages ago now - years - at her mum's house.
It's very strange to equate that pretty dresses, demure girl that's now this one, in a very tight leopard print mini dress with a scoop neckline, the heavy makeup...big, tumbling curls of hair....heels....the shedloads of jewellery...
...and....smoking?!?!
I know that Martika wants all her girls to smoke - her hookers - but it seems so incongruous with the girl that I've started to know.
April :
Bitch got what they call 'second child syndrome', which is when the child feels not as special as the first. I don't think that's the case with my owner - she adores all her kids, and Mark is a fuckin' fantastic parent himself - but that don't mean that the kid, Jasmin, don't feel that, right? Her shit, yeah? I know what she's going through. I'm the adopted child with my parents, boo.
When the 'real' child came along later, I felt abandoned.
I wasn't, but that's how I felt.
So, to make her feel special, the kid proves her love to her mum, right? That's what's happenin' with Martika and Jasmin. That's where the 'family business' is coming from.
Miya? She's my boo. I fuck her all the time. In a relationship with that bitch.
But she's had it easy. My owner would say that that bitch didn't revise or shit. She was one of those naturally intelligent bitches we all love to hate. She hated revising too. Bitch is lazy, and I'll say that out of love.
Jas? That bitch would be up 'til all hours revising and learning, 'cos that shit was hard for her to grasp, y'know? She got good grades in her exams. Actually, so did Miya. But Jasmin had to work hard for hers.
So, she's here...looking like a hot piece of ass...doing what the fuck her mum asks...'Cos the bitch wants to please her.
Simple.
Terri :
Jasmin comes over, smiles and offers me a cigarette. That's nice. She uses my name too, not like the other girls, who are 'bitch' this, 'bitch' that. There's something about her.
Some innocence.
Meanwhile, Miya is far from innocent...eager to hit the cocaine, as she waits for Amanda, bent over that table and snorting up lines...before she hits them... hard..herself.
Donna sits on the sofa by the side. She's sorting out her works. Injecting heroin again. She briefly glances up and sees me.
"Want some 'H', bitch?" she asks.
"No, I better not. Tom'll give me shit for it. I'll stick to the coke and the vodka, thanks..." I reply.
"Suit yourself." says Donna, with a shrug, as she carefully finds that vein and injects.
I am...jealous.
Why am I jealous? Crazy!
Jasmin lights me up and tells me it's her 3rd day here.
We sit, talking and smoking.
"I'm a bit sore. I wasn't thinking that I was going to be doing so many of these punters on my first time out...."
"..but men are men, babes..." I counter, taking a drag "..they just want to get their end away in some really beautiful young lady."
"But all that...."
"Semen?" I answer. She nods her head. Takes a drag "...that'll come with time, pardon the pun..." I smile at her.
"First time I worked here? God, there was just so much! I felt....dirty...then I realised that was the entire reason that the punters come here. It's a bit like wearing a hat..."
She looks puzzled.
"When you put a new hat on you're very conscious of it. But, after a while, you don't even realise it's there. Same with the semen."
"More semen means that you're popular, yes?"
Again, she nods her head.
"That's what mum says. She says I'm doing a good job for her."
