Chapter 2 - The Client(s)
Two weeks later...
I don't understand this fascination I have with mirrors. I think it's me trying to invent a new image of myself over the one that's unacceptably staring back at me. You can maybe tell I don't think too much of myself as a person. There's not much to be proud of, but I try not to think about it...
Yawning slightly, I feel so tried, beat and sore. I've been working nonstop double shifts for the past two weeks. I think it's Justin's way of punishing me like he threatened he would. I'm not surprised either. He's been so cold with me lately, more so than usual. I know it has something to do with his friends coming over and accusing him of being pussy whipped over me - Like that's even possible. But, he had to prove them wrong. His pride wouldn't allow him to even fathom the possibility. So, in order to make his point that he took no favors over me, he worked me twice as hard compared to the other girls. Now I'm paying for it. I can barely fucking stand to get in the shower. My legs feel numb and my entire body hurts.
His last customer late this afternoon really did a number on me. But sadly, I'm just so use to this life it does nothing for me anymore. I've mentally labeled it as my job. It's how I can provide for Courtney and she needs me you know? I love her to death and if it's the last thing I do, I'll find a way out of this life for her. I don't want her growing up into this - into this lifestyle. I don't want her following in my footsteps. I'll never forgive myself if that happens.
Standing on shaky legs, I tug at the maroon lingerie set I'm wearing which consists of a pair of laced thongs and a bra. Darting my eyes around the large spacious room that consists of plush black leather sofas, velvet rugs and carpets, a large plasma screen television and a king sized bed, I inwardly scowl. Sure, Justin has us living like playboy girls in his mansion but shit, it's not fair. I'm betting Hugh Hefner doesn't treat his girls the way Justin does. Giving myself one more glance in the large mirror up in my bedroom I groan when I take a step forward, feeling a shooting pain through my stomach.
"God..." I moan, leaning forward to ease the numbing pain. Still hunching over, I place my hands on the vanished dresser for support before I hear someone clear their throat behind me. Whipping around, I'm greeted with an amused Justin standing in my doorway drinking out of what he likes to call his ‘pimp cup,' - a large gold chalice with the picture of a crown encrusted on the glass - even though he's not really a pimp in the true sense of the word. He sure acts like it sometimes.
"Looks like good ole John worked you out girl." He chuckles heartily, stuffing his free hand into his pant pocket. Walking further into the room, he takes a quick look around before he rests his cup down on a nearby table to fix his black and white fedora hat on his head. "It's good considering you're my best girl so I definitely cashed in today." He adds in malevolently.
"What do you want?" I hiss, not caring that he shoots me one of his warning glares. I know I get into a lot of trouble because of my mouth but I just can't help it. I'm so over this life.
"Courtney is here. Rachel just brought her over." He shrugs grabbing his glass to take another sip of what I'm assuming is scotch on the rocks, his favorite lethal alcoholic substance.
Rachel is actually Justin's cousin who's been taking care of Courtney whenever I have to work which has been nonstop lately. I know she doesn't condone what Justin is doing, but she remains quiet about it simply because she's afraid of him, just like everyone else.
When I attempt to move but tumble over in pain again, Justin groans loudly. "Well, I guess Courtney won't be seeing you today. I'll tell Rachel to bring her back tomorrow." He drawls before turning to head for the door but I stop him with my next statement.
"She's your daughter too you know. It wouldn't kill you to spend some time with her." I whisper, my voice cracking slightly. Oh no, maybe I shouldn't have said that. I can see Justin's breathing immediately become labored as he grips the doorknob tightly with his back facing me.
In a flash he spins around, slamming the door shut and placing his cup down before he storms over to me, gripping me by my brown locks and yanking me towards him until our noses touch.
"You listen to me Diane. Don't you ever in your life say shit like that again else..."
"Else what Justin?!" I challenge him, knowing damn well I'm looking to be sent to the emergency room tonight with how enraged he is. If it was possible I'm sure his ears would be steaming and his eyes spitting lava.
"Have you lost your fucking mind?" he snaps, tightening his hold on my hair, my scalp setting on fire but I try to play it off.
"She's your daughter too." I enforce, cringing when I feel his palm connect to my cheek making a loud smacking sound. In an instant, he shoves me by the shoulders sending me crashing to the floor as he steps over my waist, hovering with a sadistic glimmer in his eyes. Oh god...
Gripping my aching cheek I look up at him in detest.
"That little bastard is not my fucking child Di. Don't ever say that shit again. It's not my fault you didn't follow the rules and allowed one of my customers to impregnate you. I should have kicked your ass out when I found out but I just had to be fucking lenient on you, and this is how you repay me." He spits fiercely, his ears turning a bright shade of pink. "You're such a fucking waste." He adds for good measure as I feel the tears building in my system. God, why do I love him? He's such a monster.
"She looks just like you Justin!" I scream through immense dislike. "I never broke the rules! You're just coward to accept your responsibility. I wasn't the one who told you to fuck me bareback!" I cry out, pushing at his little patience left.
That definitely set him off and I know I'm going to pay dearly for it. I'm so stupid. I need to learn to shut my mouth sometimes.
Without warning, he grabs my hair again, dragging me across the carpet to the exit of my bedroom. My arms and legs instantly begin flailing as I cry out in pain, my bare back burning from the friction of my skin with the carpet. I just know I'll have rug burns by the end of this.
Swinging the door open, Justin inhales deeply, trying to catch his voice.
"Rachel!" He calls out to her from the doorway and I hear her reply with a ‘yes' from somewhere downstairs. "Bring Courtney back tomorrow." He demands and my eyes grow wide as I begin struggling against his hold frantically.
"No Rachel..." I wail but Justin quickly shuts me up by yanking on my hair, the pain too much to endure.
I can hear Rachel asking what's going on but everything seems blurry now, the unbearable pain threatening to knock me unconscious.
"Tomorrow Rachael." Justin yells, slamming my door closed and locking it in the process. "Now ask for you." He looks down at me with a deranged glow in his piercing blues. "I'll teach you to fucking talk back to me. You need to learn your fucking place Diane."
And before I can comprehend what's going on, I'm being tossed unceremoniously onto my king size bed. "Oh god...please Justin don't..." I cry out, scurrying away from him, but he grips my legs, forcefully pulling me to the edge of the bed as he scrambles with his belt buckle. "No don't do this please. I can't..." But I'm silenced by his backhand.
"Shut the fuck up!" Justin's voice booms, as he grips my neck tightly using his other hand to undo his pant button and zipper.
"Oh god..." I heave, my tears now streaming down my cheeks when I feel my center still aching from my previous encounter with one of his customers.
In a heartbeat, I can feel my panties being ripped to shreds and my bra easily taken off my body before I shut my eyes tightly, too weak to fight back and too terrified of the monster I know will be staring back at me.
Grabbing my thighs and digging into my flesh, Justin wraps my legs around his slender waist instantly plunging into me without warning, his dick thick, hard and throbbing as he rips my walls apart. Crying out in pain, I feel my entire body go numb as my stomach and legs begin cramping up. "Oh my god..." I gasp, gripping the bed sheets to steady myself under his vicious pounding.
"This should teach you not to ever fucking talk back to me Di." Justin pants, slamming into me, his thrusts wild and barbarous.
Losing my voice, I whimper under his grasp, too decrepit to even form coherent thoughts or phrases.
"What's that? I didn't hear sweetheart, speak up." He censures - his breathing erratic as he pulls all the way out and shoves himself back in, knowing damn well I can't take all of him. When I don't respond Justin snickers under his breath. "That's what I thought." He laughs patronizingly and I just wish I could run him over with a truck or something.
I can feel the stinging sensations overpower me and I just know I'll be bleeding by the end of this. Finally opening my eyes, I gaze into his orbs, noting the antipathy in them as his forehead creases into a frown, his t-shirt clad body glistening from light sweat. When he notices I'm just glaring back at him, Justin snarls, sliding out of me and flipping me over unto my stomach like some rag doll before he reenters me from behind.
My eyes widen as my breath remains lodged in my throat when the pain rips through my body from his new angle. Choking from inhaling too much air, I cough roughly hearing him chuckling behind me as he continues to fuck me mercilessly - to the point where my vision becomes clouded and I literally feel the blackness washing over me until I completely knock out cold...
****
Hours later...
"Get up Diane!"
Moaning, I stir when I hear someone calling out to me faintly.
"Get the fuck up Di!?"
Before I can snap out of my drowsiness and regain full consciousness, I feel my body being lifted up into a pair of strong arms.
Groaning in pain when I feel my legs hanging, the person growls under their breath and my eyes immediately shoot open, connecting to a pair of irritated blues.
"Wh...what?" I mutter, still spaced out. Lifting my head up, I grip it in pain when I feel my scalp throbbing. "Oh god..." I moan.
As if on cue, what happened earlier replays in my mind and my body instantly tenses under his hold.
Justin is giving me this questionable glare when he sees me quiver suddenly.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he snaps - his voice amazingly calm as he continues to eye me strangely.
"I...I..." I stammer drably, my throat dry and painful.
With me still in his arms, Justin walks into the bathroom, turning on the shower faucet before he puts me down to stand but my legs instantly give way and I fall into his embrace. Grumbling in annoyance, he lifts me up again and opens the sliding glass doors of the shower before he carefully sets me down, pushing me under the running water and watching as I shiver when the cold water bats on my sore naked body.
"Get cleaned up, we have a client coming over in a few." He demands turning to leave but stops when he hears me whimper.
"You never allow clients over to your estate after business hours." I supply. Justin's business is at a completely different location here in Las Vegas, where we put on shows and perform on stage outside of the pimping he does. Justin never mixes his business with his personal affairs. And I know for a fact his estate is off limits to all clients. Only he and his girls, live here...
Spinning around, he cocks his head to the side to look at me. "Why are you so fucking inquisitive Diane? Haven't you learnt your lesson?" He frowns, his eyes shamelessly traveling up and down my soaked figure as he leans against the door with his hands folded across his chest, pursing his lips.
Swallowing hard, I back into the shower wall and shake my head ‘yes', not wanting a replay of earlier. I'm having a hard time standing as it is, and I'm doing a hell of a job ignoring the pain zapping through me like lightening jolts.
Sighing, Justin pushes off the wooden frame, opening the bathroom door to exit. "He's an old friend." He simply explains. "And he specifically asked for you. So make yourself presentable."
With that last statement, I can't help the new wave of tears that take over. Oh god, I can't go through this again. Not tonight. Why don't the other girls get as much requests as I do? Jesus, I think I might faint again.
"Di..." Justin whispers, shocking me back to reality. I thought he left already.
Staring at him through the glass doors, I notice how his gaze significantly softens and he seems to be battling with his thoughts on what to say to me.
Looking on expectantly, I hold my breath wondering if he's going to have a change of heart and allow his softer side to show if only for a split second, but suddenly he furrows his brows, backing into the doorway with a huff. "Make it quick and be out and ready in thirty. Our guest will be in the lounge room waiting." And with that said, Justin walks out, closing the door behind him, causing me to slide down the shower wall in tears, hugging my knees to my chest as I sway back and forth under the deluges of water...
****
In thirty minutes flat, I'm dressed in my best ‘hooker outfit' which consists of a tight mini black leather skirt and a black tube top. As I'm applying some makeup in front of my wardrobe mirror, I hear a knock on the door. Turning around in curiosity, I quickly voice enter...
Justin casually struts in with his ‘pimp cup' in hand and one of the girls hanging on his arm. Her name is Bethany and she's a tall raven-haired vixen. I honestly despise her. She's always all over Justin and he doesn't seem to mind at all. Plus, she's the main one around here that gives me the most lip, saying I got pregnant to trap Justin and all that fucking shit. God, I hate her. She's giving me this comical stare when I walk forward, stumbling in my heels since I'm still in so much pain.
"Looks like John worked you again..." She laughs knowingly. I'm the only one John always requests to live out his sexual fetishes which are fucking creepy and always terrify me to no end.
Freezing under Bethany's hold, Justin cuts his eyes at her but doesn't say anything. It's strange, but he always seems to get defensive whenever one of the girls gives me a hard time. I just don't understand it. He's not like that with any of them so why do I always get the short end of the stick?
Shrugging, I amble towards them, dropping my red lipstick on the bed which I applied earlier.
Giving me a once over, Justin nods his head in approval and Bethany is still just there glaring at me with a nasty scowl on her face.
Rolling my eyes at her, I divert my attention to Justin for his orders.
"He's here..." Justin voices and I nod. "And try to walk straight please."
Refraining from snapping at the mouth and blaming him for my current dilemma, I bite my lip and move around them, heading out the door and down the stairs, hearing Bethany giggling before she squeaks out a ‘Justin stop,' through her sobs.
That asshole better not fuck her in my room on my bed. He says I'm the only girl he fucks in here but I know he's lying. I swear to god, I'll burn him alive if he does. He's such a heartless jerk. Shaking my thoughts, I pick up my pace heading straight for the lounge room. The sooner I can get this over with, the sooner I can drown myself in pain killers to knock me out for the rest of tonight so I'm dead to the world and oblivious to the pain and despair that is my current life.
Finally making it into the lounge room, I squint under the dim yellow lighting, knowing Justin had this place prepared to ‘set the mood.'
God, I hate him.
Walking further in, I look around for our customer, not quite finding anyone or seeing any sign of life. Before I can decide on whether to leave and ask Justin if this is some sick twisted joke, I hear someone clear their throat from behind me scaring me out of my skin.
Twirling around, I stumble back in shock, gripping my chest and heaving when I notice a tall dark figure walk out from somewhere behind the door, closing it in the process.
Scrunching up my nose, I pass my hands through my brown locks, trying to fluff my hair to make myself more appealing. Well, here goes nothing...
The guy is still just standing under the shadow of the light so I can't quite make him out. I'm sure he's staring at me, even though I can't see his eyes. He's dressed all in black with a black jacket to match. Stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets, he leans against the door silently, lifting one of his feet to rest against the wooden barrier as well.
Are all Justin's clients this creepy? Jesus, this is torture.
"Uh...so..." But he cuts me off, pushing off the door and walking over to me.
Holding my breath, I gasp when he moves into the light, allowing me to finally get a look at who I'm supposed to be whoring myself out to.
Reversing from him on instinct, he frowns at my reaction but doesn't budge.
"Listen..." he begins, and my eyes widen at how smooth and calm his tone is. "You don't have to be afraid of me. I'm not going to hurt you or anything." He explains and I just groan. That's what they all say...
Chuckling at me when I narrow my eyes at him, he closes the gap between us with amusement twinkling through his dark blues.
I'm suddenly rendered speechless by this man, his hair a beautiful brown giving off a silky glow under the yellow lights. His persona is mysterious yet rough and he has a beautiful chiseled face with a smile playing across his lips as I continue to stare at him. He's tall, but I think Justin might be a few inches taller.
"Uh..." well, so much for remembering what Justin taught us on how to communicate with his customers. I just hope this guy doesn't complain else I'll never hear the end of it.
"Not much of a talker huh?" he cracks and I just scoff at him.
Sighing, he bows his head in thought before he looks back up at me. "Miss Blossom..." He grins when I arch my brows at him. No one is supposed to know our real names. People are only supposed to know our stage names.
"Justin told me when I asked. We're...old friends." He quickly explains and I breathe a sigh of relief. Still what is with Justin breaking the rules for this guy? I just don't get it.
"Fine. Then let's get down to business and get this over with." I quickly shake myself out of my current stupor and begin pulling off my tube top but he immediately grabs my arms to stop me. Ok, what the hell is his deal? I know he's paying big bucks for the time he spends here with me.
"No, don't do that. I...I didn't come here for what you think I did." He says shyly, giving me a crafty smile that's unnerving. What a weirdo.
"Fine. Then what did you come for? You'll still be charged." I explain.
"I know. I was hoping we could...sit and talk." He's pleading with his eyes and I refrain from laughing in his face.
"Talk? Are you serious?" I ask incredulously, feeling antsy all of a sudden. God, his stare and those eyes are piercing through my soul.
"Yes. I know this is out of character but I promise that's all I want to do." He enforces and I slump my shoulders feeling slightly relieved but still unsure of his motives. Wincing at the immense pain I'm still feeling, the stranger gives me a worried look.
"Are you ok?" He touches my shoulder, but I smack his hand away.
"I'm Fine. What do you want to talk about?" I enquire, fixing my tube top over my breasts. I don't miss his eyes darting to my chest. Well, he's still a guy so his reaction is expected.
"We should start this right. Hi..." he smiles extending his hand to mine. This guy just keeps getting stranger and stranger.
"Uh...hi?" I hesitantly shake his hand before he ushers me over to the couch to take a seat.
"I'm sorry if I scared you in any way. Oh and it's not courteous since I know your name but you don't know mine. So, I'm Joshua." He drawls and I nod my head in response. "But my friends call me JC." He supplies and I shake my head again silently before a large smile adorns his smooth features. "You can call me JC..."