She was only thirteen, but she thought it was fun to go to college parties. She didn’t see what the problem was. She was beginning to be aware of her female power. She liked older guys, but she didn’t know she would meet Smokey. In her abundant adolescent over confidence, she wasn’t leery about trusting strangers.
Smokey was cool. He was older, but he dressed nice, had a bitchin’ ride, and he liked to make her feel good by offering her drugs and liquor. He took her out proper to a fancy restaurant. He didn’t even flinch when she ordered a lobster and a fillet Mignon.
She had expensive tastes. He bought her a whole new wardrobe and a few pieces of nice jewelry. She was his special girl, and all the other girls in the house knew it. They knew it because they had each had a turn as Smokey’s favorite. They saw it coming, but she missed it.
Sometimes Smokey asked favors of her – like to fuck one of his friends as a mercy mission. “That cat is never gonna get no pussy unless you find it in your heart to help him out.”
She didn’t really want to screw these guys, friends of Smokey’s, but she wanted to make him happy. She thought she was living on top of the world. No parents to tell her what to do. No curfew. No limits on her drug or alcohol use and lots of good sex. Smokey took care of her.
He took her to a strip joint where she admired the girls dancing on the pole. She could learn to do that she decided. She liked to get high, but drinking wasn’t really her thing, still she ordered a Blue Flame on a dare and gulped it down. She immediately headed to the women’s room where she barfed it all up. She washed out her mouth and went back out and ordered a diet soda.
It was amateur night, so she got up and gave it a try. She had a great rack – perky large conical breasts with dark red nipples. She loved being in the spot light like that! She made quite a bit of money in tips which she promptly gave to Smokey. What need did she have for money? Everything was provided for her.
He took her into a private booth along with one of his favorite strippers. God! This was fun! She had never been with a woman before. This was something she would like to sample again. A series of three ways ensued. Smokey was only too happy to embellish her fantasy. He wanted her to learn all the pleasures in turn.
Everything was going along great as far as she was concerned. She had been so fed up with all the rules at school, the dress codes, and the immaturity of all the students. Now she could dress and act like she wanted and was appreciated for it. She didn’t give one shit for her parents. She was sure they were worried about her, but she was having a ball, so who cares?
She knew that some of the girls in the house went out on “dates,” but she was naive about what was happening around her. She thought everyone was just free to party. She didn’t know there was a price involved.
Then Smokey sat her down and had The Talk with her. The family needed money to survive. They had to pay rent, they had to buy food, and drugs, and they had to keep their front up by looking good as far as clothes, trips to the doctor, and beauty parlor were concerned.
She had been requested for a fee. Her agreement would be the beginning of a long mistaken path that would impact her life and all those around her. She did the date and several more before she was introduced to the street.
Now she was afraid. She was standing on a corner in the dark by herself trying to flag down customers. Smokey was in sight of her sitting in his car in a dark alley. he was watching for three reasons: #1. To see if she was soliciting as she had been instructed, #2. To be sure that the cops weren’t nearby, and #3. To protect her from any potential threat.
He knew most of the Johns who came down to The Arena… mostly married guys looking for a good suck. Often there was a child carrier strapped into the backseat. These guys were harmless. They got their rocks off, paid, and went home happy.
Older johns were happy if they could just keep it up long enough to get off at all. They liked to look at and play with some titties while the girl worked up a sweat trying to get the old geezer off. These guys were not a problem either. They always paid whether or not they got there.
It was the other pimps looking to snark in on his territory who were a major threat especially to a newly turned out minor. She had marketable skills and youth on her side. Any one of the players would have been happy to add her to their stables.
The second major threat (besides the law) were the younger Johns who had something to prove. They liked to come into the city in tag teams looking for a discount on three ways or group gropes. Smokey always charged a premium for three ways. They could get a little rough.
Two college boys wanted to take her together. She was young, punk, and slutty – just the way they wanted her. Smokey nodded for her to take the deal. He would be close by if there was any trouble. He carried a gun just in case. Usually just showing his weapon was enough to quell a fight. He hoped he wouldn’t have to use it tonight.
A bolstered attitude fueled by liquor and drugs sometimes led the young men to overstep the boundaries of decent behavior. What? There’s decent behavior among prostitutes and Johns? Well, there should be. No one should do anything they don’t want to do even if the lady is a tramp.
#SexWorkers
(First published 6/29/13)
