16 comments/ 161334 views/ 27 favorites Making Her a Hooker By: Scorpio44 [ There is sex in this story, but most of it isn't enjoyable. I have interviewed enough young women who have told their stories enough like the first part of this one that I felt compelled to tell it, for them. I pray their stories end up being better for them. Your comments and votes are welcomed. ] The bus bench could comfortably hold three people, if they were friendly. Usually someone comes to the bench when it is empty, picks an end and sits. The next person waiting for the bus sits at the other end. Six months ago a young woman started arriving at six-twenty and always sat on the Vermont end of the bench. In one or two minutes an older man arrived, said "Good Morning" and sat at the other end of the bench. The young woman looked barely old enough to be out of school. She dressed in earth colors, dark pants and her hair was always in a pony tail. She wore glasses and carried a canvas purse. She was slender and had nice sized boobs, not huge but nice sized and shaped, the man noticed. She got back off at the same stop at seven in the evening or about ten minutes later. After a month of her routine something changed. One morning, when she arrived at the bench a man about twenty-five was sitting in her spot. He was nicely dressed, very thin, short hair and had a well trimmed goatee. As she sat down he asked if this bus would take him downtown. She said she thought so. On that first day that was the end of the conversation. On the second day he thanked her, telling her that he got to where he was going with no problem. They talked briefly and the bus came. Four days out of five he was there and spoke to her. One morning when she arrived he had two cups of coffee waiting. She tried to refuse politely, but in the end she gave in. They tossed the paper cups in the trash when the bus arrived. The next morning he stood as he gave her the coffee and when they sat he wasn't exactly at the end of the bench any more. Each day he got closer. On Friday they sat next to each other. Looking at her face one could see she was getting comfortable being with him. They sat next to each other on the bus as well for a few days. He found out where she worked, what she did, who she lived with, that she was eighteen and he discovered a lot about what she believed about herself. She was glad to be working. Not only did she like having money of her own but it gave her time to be away from her parents. She shared a few stories with him about how her mother spoke to her, the things she said and her attitude. Her mother told her she was fat. She would never get married. She had worked hard in school but at home her mother had her raising her brothers and sisters and so she didn't get her homework done all the time. The man complimented her looks, her strength, her willingness to work and he told her she looked older than eighteen. Maybe twenty.. One morning he brought her a rose. She blushed and held it tightly as they boarded the bus. Friday of that week he asked her out. They agreed to meet there at the bench at seven-fifteen, go for some dinner and conversation. She was nervous all day long. She was pretty, he said. She was smart, he said. She wanted to believe him. Her dates from high school were mostly gropes and attempts to get into her pants. She hadn't had a second date in her life. When the boys found out she wasn't going to give it up, they didn't come back. When she got off the bus he was sitting on the bench. He stood and took her hand for the two block walk to the restaurant. She liked how it felt to have him hold her hand. She ate a good meal. He paid for it and even ordered a glass of wine for them. The server looked at Marie like she was going to ask for her ID to verify she was old enough to drink, then turned and walked away. The wine was her first taste. Her parents did not approve of alcohol. It was almost nine when they walked out of the restaurant. He broke the news to her then. "I won't be on the bus any more. My car was being fixed and it's ready. Starting Monday, I won't need the bus." "I'll miss seeing you every day." She didn't know what else to say. He gave her a business card. On it were just his name and a phone number. She read it and then looked at his face. "You can call me any time. In fact I'd like it if you would. If you'd give me your number I'd call you." She hesitated. Momma wouldn't like a man calling for her at home. He seemed to sense why she hesitated. He pulled a cell phone from his pocket and handed it to her. "This is a gift from me to you. I get a special rate. The number is on the back and the phone is yours. The plan I have only allows local calls so don't try to call your Grandma in Ohio." "This is too generous! I can't accept!" "Is that you talking, or your mother?" She stopped and then put the phone in her purse. "Thank you, Tony. I will call you." "Especially if there's trouble at home and you need to get away for a while. I'll take care of you. I really like you." "I'll remember that." Not wanting her mother to see him she left him at the corner before she was home and walked the last half block alone. As she opened the door she heard her mother's voice. "It's about damned time! I need help getting these rotten kids into bed! Where the hell have you been?" "A friend from work and I went for dinner." She went to work herding children into their beds. The tirade continued. Her mother wanted to be upset. She kept asking why this and where that questions but didn't listen to the answers. Even after the kids were in bed and quiet Marie's mother kept up the tirade. When the kids were in bed her mother got close to Marie and a whole new upset erupted. "You've been drinking!" "I had a small glass of wine but I didn't finish it." "You know how God feels about drinking! You think I'll allow a drunk to live here?" "Momma, I'm not a drunk. I've had half a glass of wine with dinner. In my whole life!" "That's how it starts! Pretty soon you'll want a bottle in your room. Then you'll start fooling around with men!" She spit the last word out as though she had said something that made her mouth hurt. Marie looked at her mother and said, "If you hate men so much why are you still married?" "I found one that at least helps pay the bills. When he cheats he doesn't rub my face in it!" "Maybe I can find a good one, too." "You couldn't find your fat ass with a flashlight! Who are you kidding?" Marie walked away. Fat and stupid. The logic of why her mother would want her to take care of the younger children if she was stupid never crossed her mind. Just the judgment that she was fat and stupid. In her room her little sister acted like she was asleep until after the door was closed and she couldn't hear her mother ranting through the door. Then she looked at Marie and saw the tears. In a whisper she said, "Momma doesn't mean it. She's just tired and Daddy didn't come home for dinner tonight." "Did he call?" Marie whispered too. "No. Momma waited for a long time then she got angry and threw his food away." "Let's go to sleep and maybe Momma will too." "I hope so. I'm worried about Daddy." "So is Momma. So is Momma." Marie pulled on a big t-shirt and crawled into her bed. She fell asleep thinking about what Tony had said to her. "I'll take care of you." She remembered seeing how he paid for their dinner. He paid with a fifty dollar bill from a roll of at least thirty bills. They came from his pocket, not from a wallet. She had never even seen her Dad pay like that. She and the other children slept for a couple of hours before the storm arrived. The digital alarm clock beside her bed showed 4:25am when she woke to the sound of the front door closing. A few seconds passed and she heard her Momma. "You smell like a woman! Where have you been?" Marie heard her Daddy's voice but couldn't make out what he said. "And, how much of your paycheck did you bring home?" "What?" She was screaming. Marie heard a plate break. The door to her bedroom opened and her Daddy came in, closing the door to keep Momma out. Daddy looked at the girls and said, "I fucked up. I need to sleep. Sorry girls." He fell onto the bed alongside Marie and was asleep in seconds. He smelled like sweat and grease and something else. After a while, Marie went back to sleep. In the morning she woke up to a strange sensation. Her Daddy was spooned up behind her and was holding her breast as he slept. It took her a while to get out of bed. She moved slowly, not wanting to wake him, and she didn't. She dressed and went out of her bedroom, thinking maybe she could get something to eat. Sitting at the table was her mother. In front of her on the table was a half empty bottle of tequila. As soon as she saw Marie she picked up a coffee mug from the table and threw it at Marie. "You slut! I know he went into your room last night. He fucked you didn't he? Now you're his whore!" Marie backed right back into her room. She gathered a few things into her backpack and grabbed her purse. She scampered out the bedroom window and out into the alley. Five minutes later she was a block away and wondering what to do. She had known her Momma drank but had never seen her doing it. She had never been accused of fucking. For over an hour she wandered the streets. She spent almost four dollars at McDonalds for breakfast. When she paid for the meal she felt the cell phone in her purse. She smiled. "I can call Tony. He'll help me." She finished her breakfast and walked to her bus bench. She dialed and Tony answered. "Tony, it's me Marie." "I wondered when you'd call. Everything ok?" "No. Momma and Daddy had a fight. Momma's drunk and Daddy's passed out on my bed. I can't be at home." "Where are you?" "Sitting on the bus bench." "Stay there. I'll be right over." Fifteen minutes later a six year old Cadillac stopped in front of the bench. The electric window slid down and Marie heard Tony's voice. "It isn't the bus, but if ya' want a ride, get in." She grabbed her things and got in quickly. Tony leaned over and gave her a quick hug. He drove and she told him the whole story. When she ran out of story he was parking the car in the lot of a motel. He walked her to a room and opened the door. She hesitated. "It's your room. Sleep. I'll come back in six or seven hours and take you to dinner. I told you I'd take care of you." He kissed her cheek and left. Marie went into the room, closed and double locked the door, and realized it was the first time she had ever been in a motel room. She showered, loving the hot water and that no one yelled at her to hurry, dried off using two towels and climbed into the bed. She slept peacefully for seven hours. Bang! Bang! Bang! Someone banged on the door to her room. Marie jumped up, pulled her clothes on and peeked out the window. Tony stood just outside. She relaxed and opened the door. "You sleep deep!" He said. "I knocked and knocked but you didn't hear me." "I'm sorry. I did sleep good." "Well, I'm hungry. Let's go eat." He drove them to a restaurant in Hollywood and they ate. Tony ordered and Tony paid. They each had a glass of wine with dinner. An hour later Marie felt strange. She knew she shouldn't be sleepy but she was having trouble staying awake. When she walked her balance was off. Tony had to help her walk. He got her into his car and took her to his apartment. Inside he got her something to drink. He said it would help her feel better. She drank it. The room was hot. When she told Tony the room was hot he recommended she take her clothes off, to get cooler. She thought the suggestion was strange but she did what he suggested. He undressed as well and the rest of the evening was a blur. In the morning she woke up in bed with Tony. She was naked. As soon as she moved Tony woke up. He grabbed her and she tried to pull away. "What the fuck is this?" He asked. "Tony, where are my clothes?" "Right where you left them when you took them off. You stripped down and dragged me to bed." "No!" "Yes! You had me bring you here after dinner and as soon as we were here you took off your clothes. I must admit I was surprised. You look great naked!" "Did we...?" "Three times!" "Oh my God!" "You are a great fuck! Good thing too. From now on you work for me. From now on you belong to me. This morning you'll meet Carla. She's my bottom bitch. She'll teach you the business. With your looks and your natural ability in bed you'll make me at least two grand a week." "What are you talking about?" "You don't work in that store any more. You work for me. Carla will teach you the business." "I want to go home." "You can't. You think your Momma will let you come back after she sees pictures of you suckin my dick? You think your Momma will let you live in her house after she sees pictures of you with my cock in your ass? I've got those pictures." Marie cried for a long time. Tony got up and dressed. The front door opened and a blond Hispanic woman walked in. She wore a mini-skirt and a tank top that was too small. She kissed Tony and looked at Marie. "She's cute, Tony. Is she mine?" "Yup. Lost her virginity to me last night. She's never been with a woman. I want you to teach her the business and get her some clothes. I think she should start on Figueroa this weekend. Get her ready." He turned and walked out the door. Carla walked over and sat by Marie on the bed. "Stop crying. Tony's one of the good guys. One of the other pimps would be worse. I'll teach you the business and Tony will protect us both. You learn the business and we'll both be happy. Fuck up and Tony will beat the shit out of both of us! I hate getting my ass kicked! If you get my ass kicked I'll kick yours twice! Understand?" "No. What's happening?" "You quit being a good little girl last night. You fucked Tony and spent his money. He gets his money back and he only fucks women he owns. You are a street bitch now." "I won't do it! I don't even remember fucking. I'm not a whore!" Carla slapped Marie across the face and then she walked to the front door she opened it and three men walked in. One white, one Hispanic and one black. They took one look at Marie and smiled. Carla sat in a chair and said, "She's yours until noon. Use condoms. If you want her ass, lube her. Tony doesn't want her torn up." The three men undressed and walked to the bed. Marie stared at them like she was in a movie, a horror movie. The Hispanic man stepped up to her and said, "Suck me, puta!" He held his hard prick pointed at her. Marie pulled back and said, "No!" His hand shot out and slapped her face hard enough that she fell off the other side of the bed. The black man picked her up from the floor and said, "She's cute!" He dropped her on the bed, on her back and he grabbed her legs. She tried to fight him off. He grabbed her legs with a grip that hurt so bad she froze. When she opened her mouth to scream a hard cock went into her mouth. The Hispanic man shoving it in said, "I'd have to pay Tony a grand if I kill you, but if you bite me you will die! Suck!" She believed him. She started to suck. Carla came near the bed and began speaking to her. She taught her how to get a guy off quickly and how to look like she was enjoying it. When the first man was done the white guy, Lance, took his place and he fucked her mouth. He made her gag with every stroke and she nearly threw up a dozen times. Carla taught her how to suppress the gag reflex. She didn't master the gag reflex that day, but within a week she did. Marcus, the big black guy fucked her cunt. He started slowly and made sure she was wet, dripping wet, before he upped the pace and strength of his assault. When he came all eight inches were slamming home. He held her legs wide open. Carla sent Lance to the nearby market and he came back with sandwiches and Cokes. They sat around the bed and ate. The men didn't talk to Marie. Carla did. She talked to her about what prices she could ask, how to spot and avoid police, who to call if she got caught, and a hundred other subjects. Marie listened. She understood that not listening would have her make mistakes and mistakes would be painful. When lunch was over they sent Marie into the shower. As soon as she was clean they fucked her again. All three men used her cunt and all three fucked her face. She cried, she begged them to stop and they laughed. Marcus had her doggy style and Carla stopped him when he wanted to push into Marie's ass. "Don't have her ass. I don't know if Tony laid it last night or not. You can have it tomorrow." "Damn! I want to fill it up." "Well, tough. Get her to suck you." "She makes that face like my dick is covered in shit!" Carla came over and talked to Marie. "Sweetie, no John is gonna pay you to blow him if you keep making faces. Now, you are going to suck Marcus' big ass cock and he is gonna unload in your mouth. You will convince me that it was the best fun you've had this year and that his spunk tastes like a vanilla milk shake. If you don't convince me you will hurt. You will scream. Understand?" "What will you do?" Carla opened her purse and brought out a four inch long pin. She showed it to Marie. "I'll have the boys hold you and I'll shove it in your tit!" Marie recoiled as if she had already done it. Marcus stepped forward and offered his long, limp dick to Marie. She smiled at him, gripped it with her hand and slid it into her mouth. Carla coached. "Ok. Now pull it back out and tell him you like how it tastes." "It tastes good." Marie said and no one was convinced. Carla reached over and stuck the pin in the bottom of Marie's tit. Marie screamed. Carla pulled the pin back out. "That was a touch. Convince me you love sucking his cock." Tears streamed down her face and she took the head in and sucked on it. "Tell him how good he is." "Your cock is so big! I love how it feels in my mouth." She sucked it back in and bobbed her head. "Yeah! Now that's more like it." Carla said. Marcus said, "Lick the underside. Play with my nuts too." Marie knew he would cum faster if she convinced him she liked it. She moaned as she held his big balls in her hand. The sack started tightening. Carla said, "Feel that? When his nuts tighten up let them. It means he's getting close. Tell him you want his cum in your mouth. Tell him to fill you up!" Marie looked up at Marcus' face and said, "I have waited all day for a mouthful of your cum! Can you fill my mouth? Will you give it all to me?" Then her mouth opened and he slid back inside. Her cheeks showed she was sucking hard and Marcus grabbed her head and said, "Take it all, bitch! It's all yours!" "Hold it in your mouth and when he's done show it to him. Then swallow," Carla coached. She did just what she said. When Marcus walked to the bathroom Carla said, "A guy needs to pay big for that. At least one large. Everybody else uses a rubber." The Hispanic guy handed Marie a rubber and said, "Put it on me with your mouth." She looked at Carla and said, "I don't know how." Carla took the condom out of the package and showed her how. Then Jose handed Marie another one and said, "Well?" Marie unwrapped it and put it in her mouth. Jose gave her a hard dick to practice on. On the forth condom she mastered it. Lance stepped up and she rolled a condom on him just as easily. She looked over at Carla and smiled. She was proud of getting it right. For the next five days Carla and the boys used Marie. One evening Tony dropped by and filled her ass. She cried. Carla told her he would be back in two days and do her again. If she cried that time no one would ever find the body. Marie believed her. Making Her a Hooker The next morning Marcus showed up at the motel room and said to Marie, "I'm gonna fuck your ass until you don't cry anymore." She had been in the room nude and abused for almost a week. He put her face down on the bed and gave her a little lube. When his finger touched her hole she tightened up. Carla and Marcus saw her do it. His big hand held her down and Carla stuck the pin into her tit. She screamed and Marcus shoved all the way inside her ass. Carla pulled the pin out. He fucked her with long deep strokes until he came inside her. Waves of pain went through her as he punished her ass. When he pulled out Carla saw a little blood on his cock. She taught Marie how to take care of her ass and together they took care of her ass. Four hours later Marcus walked through the door again. He didn't say anything until he was nude and standing in front of Marie. "Suck me." She did. She told him how she liked sucking him. He got hard. Then he pulled out and said, "Give me your ass." His voice was soft but mean and cold too. Marie went on all fours and Carla saw a tear fall. She had Marcus hold Marie up and she showed her the pin. "One more tear and it goes all the way through your tit. Give him your ass! Don't make him take it. Give it to him!" Marcus let her go and she went back on all fours. "Marcus, I want you to fuck my ass! Be inside me with that big chocolate cock. Fill me up so much I have trouble breathing!" He entered her and slid in deep. It hurt a lot but she didn't cry or even make a sound until she said, "Give me more! I want it all." She got it all. Carla watched and even she was convinced Marie liked it. Six hours later Tony walked in with two other guys. Both looked like they were not his friends. Too well dressed and too nervous. Both were white and over forty. Tony looked at Marie and asked, "Has Carla made sure you were well fed?" "Yes, Tony." Marie answered, practicing being an actress. Carla had made sure she had food but well fed wasn't the truth or close to it. Tony turned to the two men ask pointed to them. "These gentlemen would like to have you play with them. If I asked you to, would you show them a good time?" "Yes, Tony, if you want me to." She was afraid he wanted exactly that, for Marie to fuck both of them. The slightly older of the two handed Tony a wad of bills and Tony put it in his pocket. Carla, Marcus and Jose went outside. Marie was still sitting on the rumpled bed. Tony turned to her and said, "Be nice to my friends. They will play with you until morning. I'll be back in the morning." The door closed behind Tony and the older man said, "I'm Matt and this is Steve. Where can we put our clothes?" Marie pointed at the closet. Both men undressed and Steve said, "Come into the bathroom and we'll shower first." Marie followed him into the bathroom and watched him start the shower. Matt followed them in and closed the door. When the water was to Steve's satisfaction he got in and helped Marie under the stream. She was asked to scrub both men. She did it, making sure she acted like she liked doing it. When Matt took the soap from her he started scrubbing her and telling her how he liked her skin. When he washed her tits he got rougher and pressed them hard enough that she winced. "She doesn't like her tits mauled." Matt said. He handed the soap to Steve and grabbed her nipples with both hands, using the middle of his first finger and his thumb. He squeezed hard and the shot of pain made Marie scream out. He let go and got very close to her face. "We paid Tony a lot of money to play with you. If you scream out like that again, I will pull your nipples right off your tits and I'll watch you bleed. If you want to be here for lunch tomorrow, be quiet." "Spread your legs." Steve said. Within the limits of standing in the tub she did as he asked. He shoved the bar of soap up inside her ass. She wanted to scream, but didn't. Tears flowed down her cheeks and neither man cared. He left the soap in a long time and then had Marie squat and use her fingers to get it out. The men were clean. Marie was clean and they stayed in the shower. Steve tore up a pillowcase from the bed and used the strips of cloth to bind Marie's arms behind her back. Then he walked her near the bed and he hit her in the chest hard enough she lost her breath and fell back onto the bed. While she gasped and focused on breathing again he used more cloth strips to bind her legs to the bed. When she could breathe again she realized she was totally helpless. No matter what they wanted to do she could not fight back. She wanted to scream out, but knew that she had been screaming in that room for a week and no one knocked, called the police or anything. She didn't scream. Over the next nine hours they tortured her. Neither of them fucked her in either lower hole. They gagged her with their cocks and peed in her mouth, but did not enter her ass or pussy with their cocks. Her vagina tore when Matt attempted to shove a Coke can inside her. She felt it rip and she felt the blood run down her body and fall on the sheets. She gagged hard enough to throw up and Steve rubbed her face in it. They took turns beating her with leather belts. At seven in the morning they showered again and put her in the tub with the water running. She was still bound. The water rinsed a lot of the blood off her. She woke up when they turned the hot water off. It hurt but she didn't have the strength to scream. Just before she passed out again she heard a knock at the door. A long time later she woke up, back in bed. Someone had tended her wounds and removed the strips binding her. Carla was sitting near the bed reading a magazine. Marie just watched her. Eventually she looked up and said, "So, you decided not to die." Marie closed her eyes, thinking that death might have been a good choice. When she opened them again Tony was sitting there and he smiled at her. "You did good. They liked you. I know that because you're still alive. I want you to rest here for a couple days, then we'll get you out on the street. Carla or Marcus will bring you food." He got up and walked to the door and talked with Carla. "We need to clear up a few of the bruises before she can do anything except suck cock. Get her strength up and talk to her about her choices. I know if she had the strength she'd run. If she does, I'll give you to Steve." Marie heard it all and knew Carla knew that meant death. For three days she hurt too badly to stand. Her vagina hurt. Her ass hurt and the first time she took a dump she cried for over an hour. On the fourth day Carla gave her some clothes and said, "Time to go to work. Get dressed." "I can't I hurt too much." She said, weakly. "If you don't get to work and earn a couple hundred tonight Tony will give you to Steve." She said it cold. It was like saying Tony will throw away yesterdays L.A. Times. She didn't add that Tony would give her to Steve too. It took a while but Marie got up and got dressed. A short wrap around skirt, fishnet thigh high stockings, heels and a tube top. Her breasts were still sore enough that putting on the top hurt. No bra or panties. Carla walked her to her new corner. On the way she told her about the prices and told her again how to spot police. When they got to the corner Carla stayed for about half an hour. Jose was in a car not far away. If Marie made any money she was to stroll over and drop it through the car window to Jose. A blue four door Ford pulled to the curb. Two men in the front seat, the passenger window down. Marie walked to the window and had a conversation with the men. To do that she had to bend over, giving them a good look at her tits. "You looking for something special?" She asked, in Spanish. "Yeah. We want someone for a little party. One puta for both of us." "And how big a party do you want?" "We each get to cum in your mouth, no condoms." "No problem. What did you have to eat today?" "What's that got to do with it?" "If you had the right stuff your stuff will taste great and I want it. If you ate crap it'll taste like shit and that costs extra." "I ate at King Taco earlier. So did he. Carne asada tacos and a beer." "Seventy-five each. Twenty each with a condom." She stood up so they could talk it over. She flashed Carla a signal for what they wanted. Carla spit on the sidewalk. Marie didn't care. Seventy-five each would get her most of the money she needed for the night. She leaned back to her customers and they were counting money. She waited and they came up with a hundred. The both looked at Marie and she said, "No. Go back to your boys and get me the rest. Then you can watch each other while I do you. Or, go get some condoms and have enough left to buy a beer or two." They drove off and Carla said, "They won't be back." They talked to other cars and Carla got in with two black guys and blew them both. She gave Jose the money and came back. She had a five in her hand. In the small store between Jose's car and their corner she bought two small bottles of juice. She drank half hers. "Save yours to get rid of the taste of these assholes." A pick up came to the curb and Marie talked to the two big white men in the truck. They looked to be about seventeen. An open 40 oz beer sat on the seat between them. She talked and they offered. Carla had told her that Jose would follow if she got in a vehicle. They gave her two hundred for a fuck each, with condoms. The passenger got out and helped Marie in, after she passed the money to Carla. The driver asked if she had panties on. She lifted the skirt and he saw her bare slit. He drove to the Santa Monica freeway and just before they got on he pulled into a gas station and the passenger got out. He helped Marie out and into the back of the truck. They had a mattress in the back. Marie lay on the mattress and her guy climbed in next to her. He knocked on the cab window and the driver pulled onto the freeway. Marie smiled. She had never heard of someone doing it in a moving truck. The young man unzipped and hauled out his long thin white dick. Marie gave him a few strokes and he was hard enough. While she stroked him she touched herself to get some juices going. She rolled a condom on his shaft and he almost came right then. He rolled over on top of her and shoved in. No grace, no anything but shoved in. Marie heard Carla in her head, "Talk to them. Get him going and he'll cum faster." "Oh God! You're really long. I'm little. Go slower for a minute, OK?" He slowed a little and grabbed her bruised tit. She started to lift her legs. "No! Don't lift your legs. Bruce did that last weekend and a cop saw her legs. They got arrested!" Marie kept her legs down. It didn't take long before he grunted and she felt him fill the condom. He rolled onto his side and she removed the condom. She tied it in a knot, trapping his stuff inside and then she put the condom in a corner of the truck bed. The boy rapped on the back of the cab and the truck pulled off the freeway and into another gas station. The boys traded places. The new boy unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down as they got back on the freeway headed back the way they came. Marie repeated the process and in just five long stokes the boy shot his load. She held him on top of her and said, "Stay on top of me. He'll think you lasted a long time." He stayed and got hard again. Ten strokes and he unloaded again. Then he rapped on the back of the cab and they left the freeway. A few minutes later they were back in the cab of the truck together. When they stopped at her corner she said, "I liked what you guys did with me. Come back and we can do it again." She kissed them on the cheek and got out. They high fived and drove off. Carla came to her and asked what they did. Marie told her and she laughed. In the back of the truck? Those boys are crazy!" "They will be back. I made them both feel like they did me good." The rest of the night didn't do too well. They blamed gas prices, George Bush, Govenator Arnold and slick Tony the mayor. All totaled they each made four hundred for the night. At six thirty Jose stopped at the curb and gave them a ride home. Home was the small smelly motel room. They went through a Mickey D's for breakfast. Jose paid. A year passed and Marie was resigned to her life. She would sell herself until she was ugly or old and Tony would give her to Steve or Matt. Somehow she avoided drugs. She realized that drugs would have her age faster and die sooner. She heard Tony talking and found out who Matt and Steve actually were. She found out why no one paid any attention to the motel. It belonged to Tony. When she allowed day dreams she thought about killing Tony, Matt and Steve. Then she cried because she knew it would never happen. One night it was raining. Carla had them both wearing white and on the corner anyway. A black Buick came to the curb and Marie bent to talk to the man inside. "I want the other one." She heard his voice. She waved to Carla and backed off a step. She heard his voice again. "Three hundred. The rest of the night." He handed Carla three one hundred dollar bills. She handed them to Marie and got in his car. I walked the cash to Marcus and made the drop. Five minutes later a Lincoln slid quietly to the curb and I leaned to his open window. "Want to get in out of the rain?" "It depends." "On what's in it for you?" Marie nodded. "A thousand. Cash. Where's your bag lady?" "You a cop?" "Nope. A lawyer. I drive this street ever night and I've watched the two of you. Who will you give the money to?" "I keep the money." "Then get in." He had the hundred dollar bills fanned out in his hand. Marie opened the door glanced at Marcus and got in. Marcus didn't follow. He was asleep. Marie didn't know it. She tucked the money in her tiny purse and looked at her "date." Well dressed, fifties maybe sixties. Suit, tie and polished shoes. He drove to the beach and pulled into a motel. He got a room and then they parked. Marie noticed no security cameras. As he opened the door to his car he stopped and said, "Shit. I'm a little late." His hand found his wallet and pulled all the money out. He handed it to her and said, "Take it. Run. I'm having, a heart, attack." She took the money and saw him struggle to put the wallet back in his jacket. He fell on the pavement beside his car. She went out the back gate and kept going. After four hours she came to an Amtrak station and sat inside until a train came in that was headed away from Los Angeles. In the ladies bathroom on the train she counted the money. Six thousand dollars and change. She got off the train in Stockton and walked to a store and bought new clothes. She bought food at an IHOP and got on another train. In another city she got off and rented a hotel room for one night. At breakfast the next day she saw a sign saying they needed a waitress. She got the job and worked hard. She gave them the name Julia. She had no ID, no shred of anything that would help her get set up as a person. So, she worked and stayed in a flop house. When her first payday came the manager gave her a check for $310.00. It was the most money she had ever been paid for anything except sex. Her problem was she couldn't cash it. She thanked the manager and walked out of the restaurant. One of the Hispanic guys from the kitchen followed her out and said, "I can help." "Help?" "Hey, I understand. Mr. Walters handed me my first check and I looked just like you. I couldn't cash it. No driver's license, no birth certificate. I can help you get both. Then you can do just like me, walk into a bank and cash your check." "How much will it cost me?" "You need a driver's license and a birth certificate. I think that will cost a hundred." Before she could react he said, "I know you don't have a hundred now. I'll pay for it and you can pay me back when you cash the check, Ok?" "What do I have to do?" "We have to go to the park. The guys who make the papers are there. It will take a couple hours. Do you have time now?" She nodded and they walked to the park. Near where a vendor was selling tamales three men sat at a picnic table. Carlos, the dishwasher, walked up to the table and was recognized by one of the three men. In rapid Spanish he asked about getting papers for his niece, Julia. The guy looked her over and in English said she was cute. Carlos told the man to get his mind out of the gutter and get her some papers. She was a good girl not one of his sluts. Marie stood by holding an expression on her face like she didn't understand everything they said. The man said produced a digital camera and took three pictures of Julia. Carlos took Julia to a small restaurant at the edge of the park and they had lunch. They met back at the table and the man gave Carlos a large envelope. Inside were a driver's license and a birth certificate. Carlos paid the man one hundred dollars in cash and handed the envelope to Julia. She was no longer Marie. She was no longer eighteen. She was a new person. At the bank she opened an account and they showed her how to write checks and make deposits. She knew how but let them show her. She deposited the check and withdrew one hundred and forty dollars. Outside the bank she gave Carlos one hundred. He smiled and said he needed to go and he'd see her at work the next day. Three weeks later she moved to a small apartment. Six months later she transferred to working the late night shift. She enrolled in school and studied hard. On Christmas eve she worked, so one of the waitresses with family could be with them. At one in the morning the IHOP was almost empty. A man came in with two women. Julia knew instantly that the man was a pimp and the women were his property. She served them and paid attention to how he treated them and how he spoke to them. The more she watched and heard the angrier she got. When she went to pick up their orders the two men in the kitchen were talking. "See the one in red? She blew me last week. Damn! What a mouth. On payday I think I see her again." "You think she'd do us both?" "For money she'd fuck a snake." "I just happen to have one with me!" They laughed. Julia picked up the three plates and walked to their table fuming. She never said a word. The pimp left her a ten dollar tip. She traded the bill for one in the register. The one he held felt nasty to her. After they left, she served two or three other customers all night. What she did was think. Tony was still down in L.A. doing to other girls what he had done to her. Steve was still there too, and Matt. A slow boil started within her. She needed to do something for all the things that had been done to her. Over the next week a plan formed and became an action plan. She worked hard and lots of hours. She spent almost nothing. Within six months her bank account had almost ten thousand dollars in it. She asked Carlos if he knew where she could get a good car for cheap. He did. It was an ugly car but the mechanic promised it would work well for her. The mechanic was a cousin of Carlos so she bought the car. It was March when she was ready. In February she had driven her car to Fresno and bought a gun. She loaded a suitcase into her car with the gun and twenty five bullets. She took a week off from IHOP and left for L.A. after depositing her check. She had two hundred in cash and an ATM card with her. It was Saturday night when she got to L.A.. Her hair was different, shorter and curly. She was dressed like a woman, not a whore. She drove past her mother's house and was shocked. A black family lived in the house. Two blocks farther on, she pulled over and cried. She really had lost her family forever. Making Her a Hooker Then she drove Figueroa. She passed the corner where she spent many nights. Two women she didn't know were there. She looked over and saw Marcus sitting in his old Ford, watching. She circled around and parked a ways from Marcus. He would lead her to Tony. She already knew where to find Steve and Matt. At three fifteen in the morning she saw Tony pull up alongside Marcus' car and they spoke for a minute. Then, Tony parked his Cadillac behind Marcus' car and went forward to it and got in. Julia couldn't believe her luck! This was better than she had hoped for. She got the gun and bullets out of her suitcase and loaded the gun. She took four fifty dollar bills in one hand, the gun in the other and walked to Marcus' open window. Neither man saw or heard her approach. She threw the money onto their laps and while they dealt with the surprise of that she stuck the gun through the open window and shot Tony in the crotch. Less than two seconds later a second shot went into Marcus' crotch. They both screamed! Julia backed away and walked back to her car. The two women on the corner stayed on the corner. They knew Tony's rule. Stay away from the car unless you have money to deliver. Julia got in her car and was ready to leave when an idea came to her. She smiled and made sure the idea would work. Marcus was parked in the middle of the block in front of her. No cars parked in front or behind him except Tony's car. She pulled alongside Marcus' car, slightly to the rear and as far to the curb on the other side as she could manage. She looked at the two men suffering and bleeding in the Ford. Her arm extended and the pistol aimed at the small door near the back of the car. The door where gas goes into the car. She pulled the trigger and saw a hole suddenly appear an inch or so below the door. She stepped on the gas and suddenly the car exploded, pushing her forward and flipping the Ford over on it's roof. She turned the corner and drove to the motel. Even to herself she was surprised at how calm she was. She walked to her old room, number five and knocked on the door. A woman answered and backed into the room when she saw the gun. "Tony isn't here." She said. A very young woman was on the bed, nude and bloody. "Have either Steve or Matt been here?" "No. I thought that's who you were. She's a gift to them from Tony." "Take her in the bathroom and clean her up and get clothes on her." The woman didn't move. Julia said, "I'll either be giving you to Steve or her, choose." She helped the girl up and into the bathroom. They left the door open. Julia watched. Most of the blood was from her ass and vagina. Someone had torn her up pretty bad. The woman got her cleaned up and dry. They came out of the bathroom and the woman said, "She has no clothes." "Ok. Put her on the bed and then go in the bathroom and stay there." The woman was shaking in fear and did what she was told. As she entered the bathroom Julia said, "Sit in the tub and stay very quiet." When she was in the tub Julia closed the bathroom door. She opened the door to the motel room just enough that it was obvious all you needed to do was push and you could enter. She sat in Carla's old chair in a corner of the room. She would be the last thing Matt and Steve would see as they entered. She sat quietly and noticed the girl had fallen asleep, or passed out. 'All the better,' she thought, 'she's had enough trauma.' Julia heard feet on the sidewalk outside and the unforgettable voices of Steve and Matt. The door swung open and they stepped inside. Steve closed the door behind himself and Matt said, "Tony is such a nice guy. Look what he left us." He pulled gloves from his pocket and Steve did the same. Julia raised the gun and took aim at Steve's groin. She squeezed the trigger and heard a small click just before the gun fired. Steve heard it too but all he turned was his head. The bullet hit his pubic bone, shattering it and dropping him to his knees. Matt saw what happened and Julia raised her aim a bit and moved to him. He rushed her and stopped when the bullet slammed into his face. Her second shot was into his groin. It didn't matter. He was dead. Steve was holding his wound and blood was running between his fingers. He looked up at Julia and she said, "Remember me? You wanted to kill me but Tony said no. I shit blood for two weeks because of you. Now you can just bleed to death. Good-bye Steve." Julia went to the bathroom and told the woman to undress, and help the girl into her clothes. She did. Julia said, "Go to your room and call the police. Tell them you heard shots coming from room five. Don't worry about Tony. He's dead too." The woman stumbled from the room and went down the hall. Steve was losing consciousness. She stepped around him and left. The door was still open. On the way out of L.A. Julia listened to the news on the radio. Tony made the news. The report said the police suspected gang violence. Two hours later the report of Steve and Matt hit the news. "Two lawyers were found shot to death in a run down motel in south central L.A. They were found with an under-aged woman who had been brutally sexually assaulted by the two lawyers." Julia smiled and hoped the young woman would recover. At a rest stop on her way home she took the gun apart. She stopped six times on her trip north and dropped a piece of the gun in each place. The barrel was the last piece she tossed. It left her hand from the middle of a bridge over the American River. I fell into the water and sank into the silt at the bottom. One year to the day from that night Julia went out on her first date. A romantic date. They had dinner together, went to a party at his brother's house and Julia kissed him at the end of the date. The rest is a much nicer story. I hope.