Alisha

It was so chilly tonight; I was really regretting wearing this damned mini-skirt. I shivered as I stood on the corner waiting for my first “client” or “job” more like a joke is what I say, I scuffed as I thought of what Arlen was making me do. This is humiliating!

“Hey are you Hilary?” a man said as he approached me. I turned around to look at him; he was a Chinese man in his late 40’s with a small lip mustache. I shuddered at the thought of sleeping with this man. Oh how I wanted Devon right now, wanted to smell his sweet cologne, wanted to feel his soft lips pressed against mine, oh how stupid I was to have left him! I’m so confused. These hormones are driving me every which way and I have no idea what I’m thinking half the time. I’m such an idiot, first I made the mistake of sleeping with Devon, and then I made the mistake of leaving everything I know, but my biggest mistake of all was thinking I could fool Arlen. I should have known he wouldn’t have bought my excuse of the whole icing sugar thing, he knew I bet, he knew I was trying to poison him or something. I shook my head.

“So you’re not Hilary?” the man questioned. Oh shit, for a minute there I forgot he was even on this planet.

“Yes. I’m sorry. I am Hilary.” I replied. Phew, that was a close one.

“Well then …” the man started as he checked me over, “let me check out the merchandise” he said as he leaned in and pinched my ass. I winced at the slight pain. Just then he noticed my stomach.

“So you’re pregnant?” he asked.

“Yes.” I answered, hoping he would want nothing to do with an expected mother. I was so wrong. His devious smile enlarged at whatever it was he was thinking.

“That’s excellent, so I can cum in you and you won’t get pregnant, and I won’t have to pay anymore child support. Oh yeah, this is going to be a night of pleasure for me. You on the other hand are going to endure some pain, part of our punishment for that $50,000 you lost us. By the way I’m Kevin.” He concluded.

Tears started to stream down my face. But I quickly wiped them away before he could notice, or at least I hoped. And I was off…to my night of doom.

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We arrived at a cheap motel, nothing special really. It had 2 beds and a coffee machine, a bathroom; you know just the regular stuff. Kevin approached the bed practically tearing his own clothes off impatiently.

“Well c’mon, let’s get this started” he ordered. With that I started to undress myself, but I thought I would do it slowly hoping that might delay the inevitable. Oh how wrong I was, because just then he rushed up to me and flipped out his pocket knife. I screamed and jumped back but he grabbed my halter top and sliced it down the naval and off it came.

My mouth was wide open in shock - that was a $75 shirt! He was about to do the same with my mini-skirt but I quickly backed off and slipped it off faster then ever before. He gleamed at the sight of my body. My bulging stomach didn’t seem to bother him; in fact it actually appeared to arouse him more. I looked down and seen he was fully erected. My stomach churned with nausea. I imagined what my old friends would think of me, they would probably think I was no better then a cheap whore. I know I keep saying that but its how I feel.

He grabbed me and threw me on the bed and climbed on top of me. He started to kiss my neck and slobbered all over me with his big clumsy tongue. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to take a shower right now. I knew I had to get into the role of this whole slut thing but that wasn’t me. Suddenly I felt my baby kick. It brought a smile to my face, I wouldn’t let my child down, I thought to myself. So I started to moan, I tried to sound like those girls off of those porno movies that always go “ohh, oh yeah” I know it sounds so fake but it was the best I could come up with and Kevin didn’t seem to mind.

He ripped my bra and my panties off, now revealing my 18 year old body. It’s funny. If I think back to before I got pregnant, that was only a few short months ago and now this will be the third man that has his way with me. My stomach churned again. I was really fighting off the feeling to throw up. But I guess I wasn’t strong enough because up came a huge pile of puke all over Kevin and partly in his mouth too. I cringed at what he was going to do to me, at what Arlen would do to me.

I scrambled to my feet keeping as much distance between us as possible. “I’m sorry. I’m just really nervous…” I explained.

“You little bitch.” He said through his clenched teeth.

“I said I was sorry. You can’t expect me to be an expert when I’m being forced into this!” I shouted. God there I go again, word vomit. What has gotten into me lately? I hate this; I just keep getting myself more and more in trouble. But ‘with lip comes consequences’ as Arlen would say. And just like that I was punched hard in the face sending me flying into a dresser, smacking my head hard against the corner then falling to the ground. I must have blacked out because when I woke up Kevin was gone and I had a huge puddle of blood by my head.

Oh my god, oh my god, I thought. I started to panic. I hated the sight of blood, and seeing that much always makes me think I’m going to die. I pressed my hands against my stomach protectively, and crawled to the bathroom.

“Oh god Alisha, how do you get yourself in these situations?” I asked myself. I stood up gripping the counter edge for support, then rose to my feet. I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. I didn’t even resemble myself anymore. I was so skinny and pale, and now I had another flat lip to match the one Arlen had given me last night. I was a mess. Who was I kidding? I should have known that an 18 year old wasn’t ready to take on the world. I suddenly felt my whole body shaking, almost as if I was going into convulsions or something, but then I realized I was crying. I was so out of it I couldn’t even tell that I was crying. That’s it, I needed to get away. I need to escape. I turned to run out the door and there he was.

“You are going to pay for this PAINFULLY tonight little girl” Arlen threatened. I swallowed the hard lump that had formed in my throat.

“Arlen It was an accident, I was just so nerv—“he cut me off, he didn’t even give me a chance to explain myself.

“There won’t be a next time with the executives until you get more practice. This just means I’ll be getting anal sex and whatever I want from you more often, and you’ll be working the crummy sides of the streets. No more suits for you Alisha, you blew it.” He said.

“Why anal sex, please Arlen please don’t hurt me anymore” I pleaded. It’s no use though. He doesn’t have a heart.

“Why do you ask such stupid questions?” he asked me. “You know I want anal sex to rip your tiny little ass open, I want you to bleed little girl. I hate you with a passion now, you cost me so much money and my business is failing because of you. You were fresh ass for the executives and that would have brought in an enormous amount of money. But you couldn’t even handle sucking his cock or kissing his ass, or whatever he wanted to do to you. That’s all you had to do for me Alisha. But I guess it’s my fault.” He finished.

“Y-your fault?” I stuttered.

“Yes, my fault, I was too easy on you the other night when I raped you. I didn’t hurt you enough, I threw you in there like Daniel and the Lions from the Bible, but you should already know that because you were raised by Christian parents.” He said grinning. My mouth dropped. My heart started to pound harder and harder with panic. Did he hurt my family? Was he going to hurt my family?

“And by the way Alisha, if you don’t shape up and start obeying me, I will do the most unimaginable, painful things to your baby sister.” He warned.

“NO! NOT HER!” I said defensively, and followed by that remark came another punch. Once again I was on the ground. I looked down to see a puddle of blood around my crotch. I scrambled away from the spot as if it was Alien and had a mind of its own. Arlen just stared at me. Huge blood clots were streaming across the floor. I held my stomach, oh god… I’m losing Devon’s baby I thought. I looked up at Arlen and he was beaming from ear to ear. Why was he so happy that I was losing my baby? Never mind that, I thought to myself, he was always happy to see me in pain anyway.

Somehow I worked up enough courage to find out some answers, I had to, my sweet Marisa was at stake. “How do you know my family Arlen?” I asked. He just shook his head in disappointment.

“Why must I break down everything for you? First you wanted to know how I knew your name, now I have to spell it out for you how I know your family!?” he asked in disbelief. I didn’t respond. I didn’t even move for that matter. I just stared at him, pleading with my eyes for answers.

“Alright. But I don’t want anymore questions from you for now on. This is getting fucking annoying.” He said angrily. I just nodded my head in agreement. Anything to get answers is what I thought.

He sighed hard. “I don’t know why I’m so good to you.” He started. I so wanted to scuff or roll my eyes, but at this point all my emotions and reactions were frozen. “Okay, when you and I first met and I took you to Italianos the beach topic came up and you had explained to me that you stayed at Huntington Beach Hotel being the stupid tramp you are.” He insulted, “so I thought I would check it out, and I found out that you used your credit card to book your room. I was very curious how and why an 18 year old would have a credit card, so I investigated further, I spoke to a few people and they discovered that about two years ago your father co-signed for a credit card in your name that was meant for emergency purposes only.” Once again, I was shocked, I don’t know why I should be though, he works with mobs and gangs, and surely he would be able to find out things about myself that I don’t even know!

“Does that answer your question?” he asked me. I nodded my head slowly, depression seeping in further. Bottom line is, I am stupid. I should have been more careful of what I said, I was so frustrated. Nothing was going according to plan when I decided to run away to begin with. I was so angry. I was angry a God, angry at myself, angry at Devon. I shook my head, Devon probably has forgotten about me by now. What a prick, he never even thought of looking for me, I had to assumed.