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I froze, both Annie and Lily going still. "Sir?"
He tilted his head back and forth like someone agreeing, yes, yes, I know what we agreed on but things have changed sort of way. "I thought you could show your appreciation. Just so you know, security is on its way to collect you."
"Security?" I was distracted by that news, and by his cock. He might be in his fifties but he was hefty and long and really super hard.
I didn't want him in my mouth.
Only I couldn't not think of all the other girls being forced to do that and worse, those girls who tried to run and died, those girls thrown into brothels so illegal and filthy their life expectancy was months.
"Lily?"
I knelt and took him in my mouth.
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Annie
Other than the BJ, we seemed to be maintaining the illusion that I was going to be escorted – because sometimes girls took advantage of poor old Judge Townsend, and ran – to a women's shelter where I'd help cook.
Sure, I believed that. I also believed Cole wore little pink lacy panties when no one was looking and that the tooth fairy existed.
Every step of this journey my self preservation barked up into my face and asked me if I was a fucking idiot? Probably. Because I couldn't stop seeing exits from everything going on and not taking them.
This was being a hero. Or a martyr. Or an idiot. I could have turned this over to a multi state taskforce on trafficking.
I was here because I didn't want Cole dragged into it.
That, and I was an idiot.
The van for the "law enforcement" trio that came for me was windowless. Even convicts driven from job to job to jail to job get windows.
There were three of them, to take me somewhere I'd agreed to go.
Keep going? I didn't think there was any such shelter or any such job.
The van kept ploughing through Vegas, taking corners fast and running yellows. I goggled at the streets as we passed until the guard in the back with me said, "All right, Lily. Time to take your clothes off."
I squinted at him. "What?"
He started to slap me but the other guard who wasn't driving caught his hand. "Calm down, dude. She didn't say no. She said what. You can understand why she'd be surprised."
"Do they search the women going into the shelter?" I asked. Because there was a teeny tiny possibility of that. Except it would be done by another woman or a medical professional. And not in a moving vehicle. And not by anyone stupid in uniform and pulling out his camera.
"Lily?" asked the guard in the back. "You need to take your tops off and show us your tits. Then you need to take your skirt off and show us what you've got between your legs."
"I will not!" I cried. "Stop the van!" When they didn't, I turned to the back and pounded on the door there. "Stop the fucking van!"
I heard him before he reached me. Simple expediency. He wrapped an arm around my neck and pulled me to the front of the van where the shotgunner was removing his safety harness and climbing back with us.
I was supposed to have access to my blades! To Cole, maybe! I was supposed to be in a big space where I could move and why hadn't I ever considered this?
I fought and bit and almost got hit but one guard reminded another I was to be delivered unharmed.
Then they simply tore the clothes off me because apparently that wasn't harm. They took their photos. My face, my hair, my upper body. My boobs, my full body front and back, and then, horribly, unbearably, they pulled my legs apart and took photos there.
"Get dressed," said the shotgunner, returning to his seat. He sounded bored as he started sending photos to whoever these were for.
"Not so fast," said my companion. He was tugging on his belt and I felt the bile rise up my throat again, I was going to get raped and after that, who knew what. I thought the pattern would be U.S. exclusive group, U.S. prostitution, and then shipped overseas to somewhere with more violence, more use in countries that weren't as able to police their sex trades.
