Dark Leather

**Editing this story, trying to make it easier to read and smoothing out any kinks.**
**Not all warnings are in the first few chapters. In all actuality, their is torture(always through out the story) and more hints of sex. The sex itself doesn\'t start until chapter nine, and from there it takes off.**


\"I hate them, I hate them all!\"

Celest mumbles as she walks, soaked with water from head to toe. Ilana and her \'group\'
had decided to truely humiliate her at school today. They had dumped water on her,
gallons of it, as she was walking out of the school building. Michelle, her bestfriend
since kindergarden, had told her to stay calm and not let them get to her. HA! What
did she know, Michelle\'s greatest aspiration is to be a cheerleader, what did she
know about being tortured every day.

To make matters worse the weather is cold. It\'s one of those days that is still in fall but
winter\'s trying it\'s hardest to come. Which makes for chilly temps and an even
chillier wind. The cold cuts through to the bone and she\'s shivering before she\'s gone too
far. She walks two miles in the cold, soak and wet, before she gets home. The whole
way she nurses her grudge and instead of it going away it stays in the foremost part
of her mind until she\'s practically seeing red. The torture from Ilana and her popular
group had begun when she was little. they know her mother is a druggie, they
knpw she is poor, and every day they make sure to remind her.

Finally home she heads straight for the bathroom where she strips and jumps into the
shower. The hot water gives her chills, but soon the shivering stops as the heat penetrates
all the way through. They would pay for what they did, she thinks to herself, this will be the
last time they do this to me, the last time!

Getting out of the shower, she wraps herself in a towl and makes her way to the kitchen to
grab something to eat. On her way she glances at the clock, walking and the shower had
taken longer than she\'d thought, it is nearly time for work. She quickly makes herself a
sandwich and runs to her room, throwing something on for work while she eats. There is
really no reason to dress for work right yet, her uniform and everything she\'ll need is in
her locker at work. Her boss thinks it makes for a good work enviroment to keep work at
work and home home. Some days she\'d like to take work home, she\'d really have some
fun then.

Dressed and back in the living room she takes another look at the clock and sighs. If she
doesn\'t leave now she\'ll be late and, though her boss understands, she doesn\'t like being
late. Maybe if her boss knew she is still in highschool and had to walk everywhere she
goes. Maybe if he knew just how old she really is, he would truely understand, have
some knowledge. But, just as he liked keeping work at work, she keeps her personal life
secret from them and allows them to think she is more then old enough. Being
eighteen now made it al lright, but their had been a time when she wasn\'t.


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Walking several blocks Celest had taken a taxi the rest of the way to work. This is how
she always goes, making sure no one noticed her, no one followed her. Most of her life
she\'s spent hiding one thing or another, secrets are the only thing she knows. If one day
all those secrets came out she\'d be in big trouble. If only being forced to live a normal
life.

When she arrives at work she still has some time to spare so she sits a moment in the
back to rest before starting her work day. Somehow everything up to this point always
has seemed like a dream, as if work is the only real thing in her life. School, the other
kids picking on her, her mother laying around the house all drugged up, wasn\'t real. Or
maybe it was just that she wanted it that way. After all, who would want to live that kind
of life.

\"Early today, aren\'t we?\"

She looks up to find her boss, Roger, standing infront of her, towering over her. If she\'d
been standing she would of towered over him, her five foot five inches putting her a good
three inches taller than her boss. Roger prided himself on staying fit so there is no fat on his
body, only muscles, which looks odd on a man who\'s hair reaches his shoulders in
startling colors of blond and white. His dark brown eyes give the effect that he\'s leering
at her, that just maybe he can see right through your clothes. She had asked him once if
his true hair color was dark and he had told her the blond was his true color. Either nature
had messed up big time or he had lied, she really didn\'t care either way.

\"Thought I\'d suprise everyone, you know, come early once in a blue moon. Come in late
the rest of the time.\"

He smiles and takes a seat next to her.

\"You look a little tense, have a bad day?\"

She sighs, \"Understatement. It\'s been a horrible day and I\'m very ready for work,
anything to get my mind off it for awhile.\"

\"Mm, then I guess I shouldn\'t do this, but you need warned. I\'ve got some bad news and
some good news for you.\"

\"Start with the bad and get it over with.\"

\"Willis cam over earlier.\"

What ever good feelings she might of still had vanished quickly with the mention of that
name. Willis had been trying to get her to work for him for six months now. She had told him
\'no\' everytime but he had only become more persistant. She didn\'t want to work for no
crime boss, especially one who supplies her mother with drugs.

Roger and her co-workers don\'t know quite why she hates Willis except on the line that
he is constantly harassing her. Her true reason for hating him is because he introduced
her mother to drugs and keeps her happy on them.

\"What did he want?\"

\"The usual. He tried to convince me to give you to him, as if I have control over you. Then
when that didn\'t work he threatened the place, said he\'d shut it down if I didn\'t comply.\"
Roger owns a private underground club called \'Desire\'s alley\', her work, it had been
founded in part by a large criminal corporation and no matter how much threatening
Willis tried if he even so much as touched the place he\'d be dead. Willis might think he\'s
top dog in town but the Corporation owns everything, including Willis.

\"He\'s a fool to ever think I\'ll come to him, I\'ve seen the way he treats those under him.
No, he\'d die before I came to work for him.\"

Roger laughs and slaps her on the back.

\"That\'s my girl. Oh, and speaking of dying, Peter called for you, said he wanted to see
you tonight and quote unquote \'usual place and time\'. Whatever all that means.\"

Peter is probably the only person she likes and doesn\'t have at least something about them
she detests. Not long after she\'d started working here they had come across each other
and he had liked what he saw. He had taken her in under his wing, and started training her. Now, Peter
isn\'t your normal man, he\'s spent most of his life killing people for money, and making
some good money. For some reason she likes the idea of being able to kill and get away
with it, and get paid in the process.

Roger glances down at his watch then back at Celest.

\"You know what your real problem is, you don\'t wear a watch. Time to start the night.\"

He stands up and leaves the room, going to check on how many of the other\'s have
arrived yet. It\'s the time of the month to see who\'s keeping good records, who the clients
like, and who\'s dropped off the face of the earth. It\'s hard to get and keep good help.
Celest sighs and goes to the locker room, the other\'s are there getting dressed, everything
is a degree of leather and black. Opening her locker she pulls out her \'uniform\', black high
heel knee high boots, leather pants and a leather tank top. Stripping off her casual clothes
and throwing them in her locker she slips into her work cloths, though slipping could
imply that it\'s easy.

As she\'s dressing she catches sight of her bare back in the mirrors that cover the bare
walls, she pauses a moment to stare at the scars on her back that run in criss cross.
She\'d been less than happy when she had started working here, she had started
from the ground up, but that\'s not the part that had given her the scars. The summer she
had started here all most two years ago she had been kidnapped by a man who had
enjoyed pain, he had used a whip on her the first night she\'d been with him. There had been
no sex, no touching in that manner, just the whip.

What the man hadn\'t expected was that when he had finished and went to sleep she had
crawled over to where he had hung the whip. In pain the whole time she had pulled it down
from it\'s hook and went into his room. He didn\'t know what hit him, she had learned that
night that a whip could kill a person if used correctly and she had gotten in plenty of
practice. She had walked out of the house, walked not crawled, and somehow ended up
at Roger\'s establishment where she passed out at the steps.

Some of the girls had found her and brought her in and she had told them, with Roger
present, her story. When she had recovered enough to move without much pain Roger
had offered her a job, he felt that one such as herself shouldn\'t be wasted. She had taken it
after much consideration and had been working for him for nearly two years. Through
the whole thing her mother hadn\'t even noticed her gone, so engrossed in her drugs, so
much lost to the world she hadn\'t even cared that her daughter had been through
something like that.

Celest finished dressing, the locker room beginning to empty. A part of her hated
her mother for not caring, for not loving her enough to pay her any attention. But there is
also a part of her that loves her mother, no matter what. Dressed, she leaves the room, the
next to last to leave. In her right hand is a whip, the same whip that she had killed a man
with, there had been a point in the begining when she\'d slept with it, feeling better when
it was close to her. She still feel like she isn\'t quite whole without it.

When the girls, and guy\'s, walk through the hall Roger assigns them a room, Celest
gladly takes hers. Maybe she\'ll be able to forget things for awhile and clarity will come
because she has to find a way to stop the humiliation and constant torture at school, even
if it\'ll only be for the last few months of her time there.

Celest walks into her assigned room, shuting and locking the door behind her. A man in
his mid-twenties stands in the middle of the room wearing only pants, his arms are up in
the air, chained to the ceiling.

\"Hello, are we ready for some fun?\"