Chapter One
“I expect you to bring in at least one grand by 5am tomorrow.” Milo said, lighting his cigarette.
“That’s a lot of work Milo.” I replied.
“Shut your fucking mouth you bitch.” He said, grabbing my hair making my cry out in pain. “If you don’t bring in at least one grand you don’t get your hit for tonight.” He said, releasing my hair and pushing me away from him. I stood up and attempted to tidy my hair. If I didn’t get my hit tomorrow morning I would go crazy, I was already starting to get cold sweats from not have having any cocaine since yesterday afternoon.
“Come sweetheart.” Sugar said. Sugar was an older woman who had been in the prostitution business for fifteen years. She had tried to run away and leave multiple times, but each time Milo would find her or she would come crawling back for the cocaine. “How much?” She asked.
“One grand by 5am.” I replied.
“Great, that gives you twelve hours.” Sugar said.
“No one looks for a fuck at 5pm.” I said.
Sugar winked at me, a smile playing on her lips. “I’ll take you to my corner.” She smiled.
Forty minutes later we arrived on a dodgy corner. Across the road was a Chinese shop, but apart from that it was deserted. “I’ll leave you to it, hun.” Sugar said.
“Thanks.” I replied. Waiting for my next customer, I pull my shirt down lower exposing my breasts more and shortened my skirt. My fishnet stockings were ripped and trashy, but I couldn’t afford new ones as it aggravated Milo having to spend money on me. Even though it’s the money I earned. Becoming bored, I pulled out my red lipstick and started to reapply it.
“Hi.” A gentle voice said from behind me. I turned around to see a boy not much older than I am holding a bag of Chinese food. He had tan skin, blue eyes and brown hair that finished at his eyebrows. He had a sad smile on his face, looks like he needed some cheering up.
“Heya sweetheart.” I said batting my eyelashes and giving him a fake smile.
“What’s your name?” He asked.
“Sparkles.” I replied, biting my lip.
“Your real name.” He said. It took me a moment to realize what he was referring to. For a moment there, I had almost forgotten I had another name. No one called me anything other than Sparkles and no one and once asked what my name was.
“Do you want a good time or not? $300 an hour.” I snapped. Why was he wasting so much time?
“I just wanted to talk.” He said softly, like he was trying not to scare me away. What was this guy on about? Talking? A guy had never turned me down before; this was why I was so well known on the streets. No one rejected me.
“I’m not interested then.” I replied, seeing and oncoming car and smiling at it but scowling as it passed. “Look could you piss off? You’re making me lose customers.” I snapped again.
“Meet me for coffee then, at Maria’s. 10am.” He said, before turning to leave.
I was so confused by this guy. Its obvious I was a prostitute, I was wearing slutty clothes, a blonde wig and black boots… what did he want from me? I smiled and began to walk over to a car that was slowing down. “Hey there,” I purred. “Looking for a good time?” I said, leaning into the window making sure he could see my breasts.
“Yes. How much?” A deep, angry voice said.
“$300 an hour.” I replied, doing my famous sexy smile.
“I’ll give you $1000 for the entire night.” He replied.
I grinned and hopped in the car. This was amazing, I only had to fuck one guy and then he would just want me to sleep in his bed, easy. The man looked to be in his fifties and was big and hairy with a sour face.
25 minutes later we arrived at The Bello, my favourite hotel. It was the biggest and fanciest hotel around town. My customer had already booked a room so we quietly made our way to it, avoiding eye contact with anyone we passed. When we walked in the door I turned and smiled at him. I slowly began to undress myself in front of him, feeling sick at his eyes lingering all over my body. “Stop.” He demanded. “Let me.” He walked forward and ripped the clothes off me as fast as possible, throwing them to the side. He then pushed me on the bed and forced his tongue into my mouth. Usually I refused to kiss customers, but considering I was getting paid so much I put up with the grossness of it.
Skipping the foreplay, he sat and up and pulled off his pants and boxers and then lay on top of me. He thrust himself inside of me and started grunting as he thrusted hard and fast. I started to moan, pretending as though I was enjoying myself. “Stop moaning.” He scowled. Confused as to what to do, he stopped moving and picked up my fishnet stockings and tore them in half. He tied my wrists to the sides of the bed and then inserted himself inside of me again. Hmmm, a man that likes to take control.
“Yeah you like that?” He said creepily.
“Oh yes.” I purred.
“No you don’t!” He growled, raising a hand and slapping it across my face. I winced, as the stinging was unbearable but put up with the pain. Anything for the money. “Oh don’t mind that either?” He said. He raised his elbow up and punched me square in the eye, causing me to cry out in pain. “Oh yeahhh” he murmured. This sick bastard was getting off at my pain.
“This is enough, untie me now.” I demanded.
“Not quite yet.” He said. He sat up and pulled out a knife from his pocket. My eyes widened at the possibilities of what he could do with that knife. My heart rate quickened and I felt a bead of sweat run down my face.
Looking me in the eyes he smiled, before drawing the knife down my forearm, making the blood leak out onto the bed. I screamed in pain as he put himself inside of me. “Stop, please!” I begged, struggling to untie myself. He quickened his pace and then came inside of me, his body collapsing on top of mine. Thankful that it was over I sighed. Hot tears ran down my face as I tried my harded not to start sobbing from the pain
. The man then got up and threw a $20 bill ontop of me.
“For the taxi home.” He said.
“Are you fucking serious? What about my $1000? Untie me!” I screamed, struggling to sit up. The man just scoffed as he picked up his things.
“You’re nothing but a prostitute.” He said, exiting the room and closing the door behind him. I yelled out for someone, anyone, to come untie me but nobody came. Eventually I gave up and closed my eyes despite the fact my arms were aching.
“Room service.” A female voice said from outside the door. I opened my eyes to see that it was now daylight. The blood on my arm had dried and my face ached from being punched. The door opened and in walked a small Indian lady.
“Help me, please.” I begged. The lady gasped and ran over, quickly untying my arms.
“You must go to a hospital immediately! Who did this to you? I will ring the police right away.” She said in a thick accent.
“No! You can’t! They’ll lock me away, please.” I said, my eyes watering.
The lady looked as though she didn’t believe me so I just threw on my skirt and top and then ran out the door before she could stop me. I ran outside of the hotel, the tears rolling down my face quickened, and I found myself to be sobbing. I didn’t stop running away, running down the street turning this way and that way, despite the fact that I was choking on my tears and finding it hard to breath. Eventually I was hyperventilating with exhaustion and leant against the wall to catch my breath. I looked up to see the sign of where I was. “Maria’s”. Wasn’t that where that kid asked me to meet him?
“You came.” A familiar voice said from behind me. I turned around to come face to face with the same boy from last night. The smile fell from his face when he saw the bruises and blood that covered my body. “What happened.” He whispered, his face full of concern, looking behind me protectively.
“Just another night.” I said, brushing it off.
“You don’t have to be here, you don’t have to do this. Run away with me.” He said, grabbing my hand.