"Where have you been? You never answered my messages or showed up." Jon said as Jade entered his house.
It had been four days since Jade had ghosted him. She had had to make a decision, obey Jon and disobey Paul, or obey Paul and disobey Jon. She had chosen the latter.
She wasn't sure how to tell Jon what had happened, so she decided to wait until she saw him again. It was not a conversation she wanted to have over text.
She didn't see him until her class on Wednesday. They had a few brisk words in the auditorium. Jon told her he had a staff meeting to attend, and to come by his place at 5pm. Jade went home and waited until it was time to meet him, then borrowed her parents' car to head over.
"I'm sorry, something came up." Jade said after she had removed her clothes, per his rule, and had settled in on his couch.
"That's not the problem. The problem is you didn't let me know." Jon replied as he handed her a drink. "I didn't know what happened to you. You said you were on the way, then just nothing."
"I....was on my way out when I got stopped." Jade said. She avoided looking him in the eyes.
"Stopped? What do you mean? And why would that stop you from messaging me?"
Jade didn't answer at first. She was trying to find a way to tell him.
"There's someone else." She finally blurted out. She side-eyed him, trying to gauge his reaction.
Job raised his eyebrows at her. "Oh?"
For a few minutes, neither of them said anything. They just sat there, sipping their drinks.
"It wasn't supposed to be this way." Jade finally said. "It wasn't intentional. It kind of just happened."
"How did it just kind of happen?" He asked. She could tell he was annoyed.
"It wasn't a choice. He kind of just took me, claimed me as his own."
"That's not the way this works." Jon said. "You don't just take someone, even in the BDSM community. Not without them agreeing to it."
"He didn't ask. He didn't propose. He just did." Jade replied, finishing her drink. Jon was not happy with her.
"Jade, that isn't a master, that's a rapist." Jon exclaimed.
"He takes what he wants. He doesn't take no for an answer. He is abusive, degrading and brutal. I can't get enough. It's exactly what I need."
Jon narrowed his eyes as he looked at her. He knew there was something she wasn't telling him.
"So, where do we go from here?" He asked.
"I'm sorry, I never meant for it to be this way. I never wanted to hurt you." Jade said as she put a hand on his cheek. "I still want you, but I also need what he gives me. If you can stand that, then we can continue with what we have."
Jon thought about it for a minute.
"No, not in the way we have." Jon said as he stood up. "You were my slave, that made you my property. If you don't respect that, then there is no such relationship between us. You chose him over me. That means it will happen again. "
Jade's heart sank. She wasn't sure what she was expecting from him. It was a lot to ask him to continue on like nothing had happened, like nothing had changed.
"I will, however, continue to use you as the fuck toy you are. I have put a lot of time and training into you. I won't let that go to waste."
"Yes, sir. I will be your fuck toy." Jade said, bowing her head. "I will do whatever you want. Be whatever you want, do whatever you want."
*****
Jade walked down Dougan street. Jon had kicked her out after their conversation. He was upset. Jade understood, he had every reason to be angry with her.
She had returned home for a short while and then decided to leave again. She needed to clear her head, think a little bit. She had lost a strong support network for her. Jon was no longer her master. She no longer his slave. She was his holes now, a vessel for him to drain his balls into. She didn't realize it mattered so much to her until it was gone. There was a stability, a comfort in the master - slave relationship.
She felt naked without it, but she couldn't blame anyone but herself. She had allowed herself to be transformed into Paul's play thing. She knew Jon wouldn't react well to it but she let it happen anyway.
The sun had set and Jade found herself in the twilight. She hadn't even realized how far she had walked. She was in the "entertainment" district. This was where people from the city came when they were looking for some company. There were strip clubs all down the block, sex shops positioned sporadically along the street and prostitutes congregated on the corners.
"I belong here." She thought to herself. "I'm as much of a hooker as any one of these girls here."
It was a seedy area. It was said that the strip was owned by organized crime. The strip clubs were money laundering pits, and the prostitutes outside were all owned by the Bay street gang, a violent group that made most of their money through drugs and sex trafficking. It is also said that they are behind Lick It Productions, the city's local pornography company.
Jade began to feel nervous as she walked down the road. There were a lot of heads turning to watch her as she passed, most coming from unsavory characters.
"Yo, bitch!" Jade heard someone say. She turned to see a woman, in her mid thirties, standing there and she did not look happy. "This is my fucking corner! You can fuck off, find somewhere else to make your money!"
"I'm not working." Jade said, her voice trembling.
"Yeah, I've heard that before! Get the fuck out of here before I stab you with my heels!"
Jade hurried down the road. She was really starting to regret wearing such tight, revealing clothes. She didn't even bring a jacket to cover herself up. She was fitting right in. She didn't like that.
She stopped and stood against the wall. She watched as cars slowed and stopped, the girls would run out and get in, and they would drive away.
"Fuck toys for pay." She thought to herself. "Good for nothing. Just to lay back and keep their legs open...just like me."
A car rolled to a stop in front of her and honked its horn. Jade just started at it.
A thought came to her. Why wasn't she making money? She was no better than these whores. In fact, she was worse because she had a good thing going for her and she messed it up. These girls were probably screwed over since birth. Besides, if she was going to behave like a hooker, she might as well be one.
The guy rolled down his window and stared at her.
"Well? Are you coming or not?"
Jade slowly walked over to the passenger side, opened the door and got it.
"About fucking time." The man said, annoyed as he hit the gas and pulled onto a side street. He drove for maybe another minute before pulling into a dark corner behind one of the strip clubs and put the car in park.
"Finally. All alone." The man said, turning to face Jade.
He was not an attractive man. He was a fat slob, stubble on his face. His shirt was stained with something, his hands black with grease and his body odor was foul.
