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   Innocents Lost (fm, fm+, fM+, drugs, prost, incest) A young runaway
working for a brutal pimp recounts her life of abuse starting at a very
young age.

   Wearing a tight, thigh-high florescent green dress, the 13-year-old from
San Bernardino started her first shift on Compton Boulevard.  "Do me
proud," her pimp tells her flashing his golden grill as she opens the door.
She knows what that means.  She smiles back and gets out.  The clock on the
bank across the street reads 10:54 A.M., the normal start of her day.

   Scarcely ten minutes passes before the first car pulls up along side of
her.  "How much?" the large black man asks showing no emotion.  This was
strictly a business deal.

   "You a cop?" she asks out of habit.

   "Fuck no; I'm just looking for a blow job.  How much?"

   "Head costs forty," she said glancing around to be sure no cops were
watching.

   "Okay, get in." She knew better than to get into a car with a john. 
There are a lot of crazy fuckers out there and there's no telling what
they'd do to her.  That's what Roscoe always said.

   "I'll meet you around the corner," she said pointing to the small alley
just past the next building.  He pulls forward and makes the turn.  She
follows.

   ***

   Five hours later, on the hot and windy afternoon in August, she had
turned seven more "tricks." Three were blow jobs, three wanted to fuck her
and one wanted her ass.  She had one more hour to work before Roscoe would
come for her.  She smiled and waved as the dirty, white pickup pulled up
next to her.

   "How much you chargin', babe?" he asked rolling the window down.

   "You a cop?" she asked for the 10th time today.

   "Do I look like a cop?" the dusty and paint covered man asked with a
stern expression.

   "No, I guess not," she said realizing how dumb that question was.  "What
you want?"

   "I dunno, tell me what each costs and I'll let you know."

   "Head is $40, pussy is $80 and my ass will cost you a hundred."

   "'Ight, pussy it is," he said smiling and pulling out a few bills.

   "Pull around the corner, I'll meet you," she said stepping away from the
truck.  Her feet were killing her in the high heels but she walked the
short block swaying as sexily as she could anyway.  It's good for business.

   ***

   She stared up past his head at the tall cinder block wall next to them
while he thrust back and forth inside of her grunting and snorting.  She
let out a sigh, not from the sex but for how she felt about her life.  He
was longer than most and repeatedly banged against something deep inside.
There was one long moan before he stopped moving.  He was done.  She waited
for him to get off of her before moving.

   The used condom was toss precariously past her head and out the window
to join the countless others that had been accumulating over the past five
and a half months she's worked this street.  Watching as he pulled his
jeans up, she thought that he was actually kinda cute.  He was in his early
20's and had a nice build.  He was white, which was unusual for this area
as most of the men using her are black or Hispanic.  He reminded her of her
cousin Roger.  She smiled at the thought before pulling herself up to
leave.

   No words were exchanged as she smoothed down her dress and headed out
towards the street.  He backed up, not even looking her way as he drove
past.  She heaved a sigh.  Why would he look?  She was just a whore.  She
returned to her spot to pace back and forth for the next thirty minutes
before her first shift would be over.

   The old beat up Chevy drove past her twice before making a U turn at the
corner light.  The windows were dark tinted and she couldn't see who was
inside.  Pulling along side the curb the window was rolled down and she
could see there were two men sitting in the front.

   "How much for a fuck and suck?" the passenger asked.  Both men were
Spanish and from the looks of them, they were looking for a bargain.

   She stepped closer.  "Eighty for a fuck, forty for a suck," she said
leaning into the car.  The scent of marijuana was strong and she was
startled to see a third man sitting in the back.  "Each," she added.

   "Com'on baby, give us a break.  How 'bout a little discount, you know, a
group rate?  the driver said with a thick Spanish accent.

   "That's the price.  If you don't want it, then I'm wasting my time
talking to you," she said standing up.  The streets have toughened her up
some but inside she was shaking.

   "How 'bout $150 for all three of us?" he asked with a toothy grin.

   "I'll suck all three for $120 but if you want pussy, it'll cost you
more." She listened as they talked between themselves in Spanish for a
while before another proposal was made.

   "Suck two and one fuck for $150.  That's all the money we have, okay?"
She thought about it for a moment and agreed.  It would mean that she was
taking $10 less for the fuck, but Roscoe would like the extra money she'd
make.  Besides, it was like a group discount, right?

   "Pull around that building into the alley.  I'll meet you there."

   She knew to always get the money first and had it before she even got
into the car.  The bills were mostly 10's and 20's and looked like a lot
more than it actually was.  They wasted no time in having her on her back,
one guy on top of her, the second standing outside the car with the door
opened and thrusting in and out of her mouth while the third guy reached
from the front seat to fondle and squeeze her breasts.  That really wasn't
part of the deal, but she didn't stop him.

   Words in Spanish were spoken and her arms were suddenly pulled above her
head and held into place against the chest of the man she was sucking.  The
man thrusting hard on her began to slow his pace and grunted out something
before slowing down.  She could feel her inner tissues becoming wet as his
cock jerked hard in rapid succession.  Damn it he wasn't wearing a condom!

   Her arms were held in place as she felt the man who had just cum inside
of her back away.  She tried to squirm free from the hard grasp and thought
briefly of biting the man's cock that was holding her down.  Just then she
felt the weight of someone moving to get on her and the familiar sensation
of a hard cock sliding back inside.

   Struggling to see, she noticed it was the other man who had been
fondling her breasts moments before and he was pounding her hard.  The old
car bounced slightly under the assault.  Her hands were released and the
man's cock slipped from her mouth.  Opening her eyes she watched as the man
who had just fucked her and the man she was sucking traded places.

   She could taste the sperm and sex still on his cock as it was cruelly
pushed into her mouth.  She didn't fight them.  The last time she fought,
she was beaten up pretty bad, couldn't work for a few days until her wounds
all healed.  After the second man came, the one she had been sucking
crawled on top of her.  She closed her eyes thinking of her brothers.  How
many times did they do that to her?  Even when she never struggled they
still were rough with her and held her down while they took turns raping
her.

   ***

   "Lemme count the money," Roscoe said as she slid into the front seat. 
Reaching for the small bag around her waist, she dug out all the money and
handed it to him.  $730.  He smiled as he counted it leaned over to kiss
her cheek.  He never kissed her on the mouth after she'd been working. 
"You did good, girl, I'm proud," he added with his notorious smile.  She
returned the smile and stared straight ahead as he drove her home.

   She'd have two hours to get cleaned up, changed and eat before she
started her second shift.  She used to share her room with two other girls
but for the past week, she's been alone.  A month ago one of his new girls
couldn't take the "life" and took off.  He's got people looking for her he
claimed.  The other girl, known as Cricket on the street, was passed on to
another pimp to settle a debt about a week ago.  Roscoe later said the
reason he dumped her was that she was "old and used up".  She had to shake
her head at that.  Cricket was only 19-years-old but had been in the game
for about five years.  Being on the streets that's almost a lifetime.

   ***

   "Let's go," Roscoe said snapping her out of her thoughts.  She looked at
the clock noticing it was just before 6.  She should have another hour to
go and asked about it.  "It's the first of the month and a lotta people
gots their checks in.  Let's go, don't wanna keep 'em waiting." She sighed
slipping on her high heel shoes again.

   She sat quietly as her pimp drove her to a truck stop a few miles away.
He handed her an ecstasy pill and she got out to walk the aisles of trucks.
By six-thirty she had finished her first trick.  The place was busy, more
so than usual and she was setting them up one right after another.  The way
she was dressed left no doubt what she was and why she was there.

   She had just opened the door to one of the trucks she did a trick in and
hadn't even climbed down when the trucker next to her yelled out the window
to her.  "How much, honey?" She rattled of the price and he opened his door
allowing her to climb in.  He would be the ninth man and she had only been
there for three hours.  It was going to be a long night.

   There would be two more "dates" before she got a break.  Eleven dates in
less than four hours was a lot but she'd done more before.  It was almost
10 and she was exhausted but she knew she had to keep working.  Pulling out
the pill she popped it into her mouth.  Roscoe could be the greatest,
kindest man in the world or he could be the cruelest and most heartless
thug when he's mad.  She never wanted to see the bad side of him.

   In the restroom she cleaned up, fixed her hair and then went for a soda.
The place was still busy but not like before and it didn't take long before
someone approached her.  She followed him out to his truck and climbed into
the small bed area behind the seats.  This would be a fuck job.  Two blow
jobs and an ass fuck later she walked away from the crowded truck stop. 
She needed a breather.

   It was almost midnight when she walked back, spotting a security guard.
To get out of his sight, she turned a corner, took five steps and ran into
another security guard.  They changed guards at midnight and she was lucky
enough to find them both.  This one of these rent-a-cop bad asses who
thinks he's actually a real cop.  "What do you think you're doing?" he
asked towering over her.

   "Nothin'," she said trying to get around the large bulk.

   "We don't allow whores here," he added grabbing her arm.  That sounded
pretty funny to her as she'd been working there almost every day for three
months and no one ever said anything to her.

   "Let me go," she said struggling to get free.

   "I'll let you go," he said smirking.  "But first you gotta pay your
dues." Just then someone came up behind her and grabbed her other arm.  She
turned to see the first guard smiling down at her.

   ***

   She grew up in Fontana with a younger brother and three older ones. 
Being the only girl in the family brought a lot of responsibilities to help
out around the house and she hardly had time to spend with friends, going
to sleepovers, playing outside, riding bikes or even going to the movies.

   When she was six, her 13-year-old brother started touching and fondling
her.  Within a week, he began requiring her to perform oral sex on him. 
Weeks later he started raping her.  The abuse continued for over a year,
usually several times a week, until the next older brother caught them
"having sex".  He threatened to tell their mother and in a panic, the older
brother offered her to him for his silence.

   He agreed, beginning a series of abuse from both brothers for over the
next year.  Everyday both of them would have sex with her whenever and
where ever they wanted.  She was almost nine when the third brother found
out about this arrangement and also began to rape with her.  He was only
twelve at the time and not really a threat but the acts still remains in
her mind.

   Having to service her brothers whenever they wanted became too much for
her and she told her mother what they were doing.  Her mom thought she was
lying and slapped her face for saying such "lies" about her brothers. 
"Never say such bad things ever again!" she had yelled.  She felt abandoned
and alone and never again told her mother what was going on.

   That summer her cousin Roger came to stay with them.  He was in the
military and had just returned from serving overseas.  He came to stay with
them until he found a place of his own and she was happy as she hadn't seen
him in several years.  He was so handsome and built very well and what she
really liked about him was how nice he was to her.

   That first night he took her out roller skating, just her, and then to
the movies.  He kept telling her how pretty she was and that she'd make
some man a good wife one day.  The next day they went swimming and she
loved how they splashed around and he tossed her in the water and how he
let her jump from his shoulders.  They went for ice cream after that.

   Later that night they sat together and watched TV.  He was just like the
father she never really had.  Her real father was seldom home as he worked
a lot.  Sometimes he'd be gone for more than a week before they would see
him and when he was home, he rarely spent time with the kids.  Roger was
like the father she wanted.

   That is until she felt his hand on her leg.  At first she didn't think
anything about it until it began to move higher up her thigh.  They had a
blanket over them so no one saw what he was going.  She sucked in a gasp of
air as his finger touched her panties.  He leaned over and whispered that
she was so pretty and sexy and then she felt his finger under the leg band
of her underwear.  She froze as it began to stroke back and forth along her
pussy.  She breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly pulled his hand away
but that was short lived as his hand went to hers and guided it to his
boxer shorts and his hard cock bulging within.  "Play with it," he
whispered into her ear as his hand found its way back between her legs. 
She squeezed it a few times but didn't really want to do it.

   "Meet me in the back yard," he whispered after a few minutes before
getting up and heading towards the kitchen.  She waited a while before
going.  Why she went she doesn't know, but she did.  He was sitting on the
brick wall smoking a cigarette when she stepped through the sliding glass
door.  He smiled and crushed out his cigarette.

   Roger was bigger in every way than any of her brothers and it almost
felt as if she had lost her virginity all over again.  He seemed to know
that she had had sex before and while he was thrusting in and out of her
she wondered if one of her brothers told him.  He didn't last very long and
just as quickly as it started, it ended and he headed back towards the
house.

   "This is our secret, okay?" he said smiling.  "And don't stay outside
too long, you'll catch cold," he added ducking back through the glass door.
That was sort of his way of saying "thanks for letting me fuck you".  She
didn't feel much like watching the movie any more and went to her room. 
Opening the door, her oldest brother was sitting in his underwear on her
bed.  She knew what that meant.

   Roger stayed with them for about four months and during that time they
had sex at least five times per week.  Once he left, though, she had an
empty feeling and actually missed him.  Her brothers continued their daily
assaults and every night she went to sleep with multiple loads of cum in
her.

   Just after Roger left their father was home for one of his "extended"
week-long stays.  As usual he didn't bother with the children and sat in
his chair wearing a dingy tank top and shorts watching TV.  He had been
home a few days and was alone in the living room when she approached him.
She wasn't sure what she would say, or how she would say it, but she wanted
her brothers to stop raping her and figured they'd listen to him.

   The reaction from her mother made her think twice about even talking to
him, but she had to do something.  Meekly she approached him.  "Get me
another beer," he belched out not even looking away from the TV.  She
returned with one, handing it to him.

   "Daddy," she started still scared of what he might say or do.  "Daddy,
can I tell you something?"

   "Can it wait?  The Lakers are up by six," he said still staring at the
television.  She stood silently for several long minutes debating on if she
should even tell him or not.  What if he blamed her?  What if he beat up
her brothers and then they got mad at her and beat her?  Their father
wasn't home enough to really protect her.  She decided not to talk to him
about it was about to turn to leave when fate intervened.  The game went
into half time and now he was looking at her.

   "Well?  What is it you want to talk to me about?"

   "I, um, I'm not, huh, it's just that, I, or really it's, hum."

   "Just fuckin' say it, damn it!  I don't have time for all this
jabbering!" She closed her eyes and blurted it out.  She told him
everything that had been going on for over three years with her brothers
and even the stuff with Roger.  It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted
off of her and she could finally breathe.  She was shaking but it was worth
it to make them stop.

   Slowly she opened her eyes and saw the shocked expression on his face.
His cigarette dangled precariously from his mouth and his beer had been
tilted to the degree that it spilled onto his lap.  The room was eerily
quiet for several long minutes, only the sound of the blaring commercials
broke the silence.  She watched as the ash from the tip of his cigarette
dropped down onto his stained undershirt.

   "You're telling me you're fucking 'round with your brothers?" he blurted
out almost too loudly.  It somehow got twisted around that instead of them
molesting and raping her, she was "fucking 'round" with them.  She stood
perfectly still as he looked her up and down, trying to assess any damage
that may have happened.  Crushing his cigarette out and putting his beer
down, he turned to her.  She noticed his hand going to his lap and a quick
adjustment was made.  She swallowed hard as she noticed the large bulge in
his shorts.

   "I think we need to talk about this more in your room," he said getting
out of the Lazy Boy and walking towards the hallway leading to the
bedrooms. He stopped when he noticed she wasn't behind him.  "Come," was
all he said.  She followed.

   Locking the door he ordered her to strip so that he could "see if she
was lying." She did what he asked and soon he was naked and lying with her
in bed.  She was on a large wet spot from the cum that had leaked out of
her earlier as all three boys had fucked her one after the other just
before she talked to her father.  He wanted to hear more about what they do
to her and was glad to hear that even though she sucked them often and
wasn't a virgin, her ass hadn't been touched yet.  That would soon change.

   He wasn't as long as Roger but was defiantly thicker and stretched her
tender walls more than they had ever been before.  Digging his fingers into
her butt, he rutted deep and hard inside her until he came and then rolled
panting hard.  She could feel the thick mucus slowly dripping out of her
stretched hole.  Once his breathing slowed, he crawled over her, dressed
and headed for the door.  Before opening it, he turned towards her.  "Keep
your fuckin' mouth shut 'bout this, understand?" he barked before
disappearing into the hall.  She rolled over towards the wall crying.

   "Lookie here," she heard someone say snapping her from a light sleep. 
She must have dozed off after her father left and she turned to see her two
older brothers glaring down at her.  She was still naked and the older
brother had already removed his shirt.  The rest of his clothes quickly
followed as he moved between her legs.  Seconds later her other brother
joined them in bed pointing his hard cock towards her face.  She opened her
mouth and accepted it without a struggle.

   Their father suddenly started being home a lot more after that and just
like her brothers, began using her as his personal cum dumpster whenever he
wanted.  Her mother began looking at her funny and she suspected that her
mother knew what was going on but never said anything.  Even the time she
caught her father coming from her room at 5:30 in the morning.  She asked
what he was doing in there and he explained that he was looking for a
brush. Nothing more about it was ever mentioned.

   If she knew, she never said or did anything about it.

   When she turned 11-years-old she rebelled.  She fought with her mother,
started smoking and drinking, starting ditching school and started having
sex with any guy who asked.  Lots and lots of sex.  Even though she was
still getting fucked often at home, she went out and found others who would
fuck her too.  In December 2006, she ran away from home.  She was 12.

   After running away, she spent all of 2007 living with guys she met,
friends, drug dealers and pimps in Los Angeles, Las Vegas, San Jose and
Seattle.  Each of the men wanted the same thing from her and everyone of
them ended up pimping her out in one way or another.

   Her first stint as a prostitute began New Year's Eve 2007, just a week
after she ran away.

   She had just moved in with girl she met in Rialto.  The friend promised
her clothing and lots of money.  Instead, the "friend", a prostitute, and
her boyfriend, a pimp, forced her to the street.

   She felt stupid and didn't know why she was listening to them, but she
felt she had to stay there because they were the only ones who cared about
her.  In the beginning she usually worked from 4 p.m.  to 2 a.m.  on a
one-mile stretch of Holt Boulevard seeing up to ten customers a night on
secluded streets or in hotel rooms they paid for.  They furnished her with
food, clothing, a place to live, condoms and birth control pills.  In
exchange she turned over most of the money she earned, keeping just a small
amount for herself.

   The friend had posted an ad selling herself on Craigslist.  She was
shown the ad and said she would create one for her.  But she picked up by
another pimp before the ad was posted.  She found herself in San Jose for
the next three months before being shipped to Seattle for a two month stay.
Las Vegas came next for a few months before finding herself back in
Southern California working for Roscoe.

   Of the five pimps she'd worked for, he was the meanest looking and
worked her the hardest.  Even when she's not feeling well, he sends her
out. She can't stop until she's made him a grand a night, more on the
weekends.  "Move your ass, whore!" the fat man with the over active sweat
glands shouted as he pumped into her.  "I ain't payin' you to just lay
there!" This brought her back to reality and she smiled as her hips began
to rotate.  He had really bad body odor and his breath reeked of stale
cigarettes, cheap beer and onions, but he was paying her so she had to
endure.  A few more pumps and he slowed down before grunting loudly like an
injured pig.

   "I'm done so get the fuck out.  I gotta go," he said struggling to pull
his jeans over his bulky ass.  Sitting up, she steadied herself with the
backs of the seats as she made her way between them to leave the truck. 
She waited until she outside before smoothing out her dress.  She needed a
smoke really bad.

   "Are you working?" a voice from behind her asks.  She turns to see a
tall Spanish man wearing a cowboy hat smiling down at her.  It was almost 2
in the morning and Roscoe should be coming for her soon.  After both of the
guards got a blow jobs she sucked off one more john and the fat ass she
just left was the second one in the past hour.

   She wanted to tell him no.  Wanted to tell him to fuck off and to leave
her alone, but then what would Roscoe do?  She smiled.  "Whatcha lookin'
for, handsome?" she asked trying to sound as sweet as she could.

   "How much for a straight fuck?"

   "Eighty." He stood there for several long minutes looking her up and
down.  At first she thought that he would say it was too much and walk
away. Deep down she hoped he would.  A smile cracked his face and he agreed
to her price.  "I'm parked over here," he said pointing towards another big
truck.

   She sighed and followed as he quickly walked through the parking lot. 
She was light as he lifted her into the cab of the truck and quickly joined
her.  Making their way to the sleeper compartment behind the seats, it
wasn't long before her top was pulled down to her waist and her skirt was
pulled up over it, allowing him full access.

   He had trouble getting it hard so she sucked him until it was firm. 
Normally that's extra but she just wanted this day to end.  The faster he
came, the faster she could go home.  Once fully erect, she rolled on a
condom on him and leaned back.  He was fully immersed on the first stroke.

   Seeing his face crease as he thrust repeatedly inside of her made her
smile.  It almost looked like he was in agony, but she knew better. 
Testament to that came a few minutes later as he slowed his thrusts and
quickly wielded his thighs to hers.  She could feel the weak jerking of his
cock filling the condom reaching for the depths of her girlhood.  He rested
a moment before pulling away from her.

   Sitting back, he watched as she pulled her top back into place and tried
to smooth out her skirt.  He was finished and it was time for her to go. 
She noticed him watching and smiled.  He was one of the nice ones, not
asking for anything weird or treating her too roughly.

   "What's your name?" he asked not taking his eyes off of her while
putting on his boots.

   "Huh?"

   "Your name?  I know you got a name.  What is it?" She was puzzled. 
Hardly any of the men that fuck her even bother to talk to her let alone
ask for her name.  She wasn't sure what to tell him.  Roscoe gave her the
street name of 'nilla because she's so white but she never liked that name.

   "Becky," she said honestly.  "Rebecca."

   "That's a pretty name." She watched as he buttoned his pants and buckled
his belt.  "You been working like this for long?"

   What was with this guy?  She watched him to gauge where this was going.
Most guys see her only as a hole to fuck and couldn�t care less about who
she was.  "Not long.  A little more that a year and a half."

   "You like it?  The sex I mean." She wasn't sure how to answer that.  It
wouldn't be good for business if she said no.  She stared at him a moment.
Could this be a set up?  Could Roscoe have sent him to ask her these
questions to see what she'd say?  He told her before he's got spies out
everywhere and knows everything she does every second of the day.

   "Yea, I guess so," she replied hoping to error on the side of caution.
Just in case he was a spy.  Even if he wasn't, it really didn't matter one
way or the other.

   "Good.  I wouldn't want to pay for sex with someone who didn't enjoy
it." She smiled as she squeezed between the seats to leave.  "I'm Jason,"
he said grabbing her wrist.  She mumbled something about nice to meet his
and slipped away from him.

   "Hey, I'd like to see you again sometime.  You work her often?" She
nodded before sliding over the seat to the door.

   Roscoe wasn't waiting like he usually does at 2.  She used the restroom
and had a cigarette near the pay phones.  It was already twenty minutes
past two and there wasn't a sign of Roscoe anywhere.  She called his cell
only to get his voice mail.  Damn it.

   She thought of the trucker she just fucked.  Jason is her youngest
brother's name and that made her think of home.  She kinda missed sleeping
in her own bed and having her own things.

   "You looking for some company?" she heard someone asking as she hung the
phone up for the third time.  Turning around was a stocky white guy wearing
shorts, a tee shirt and flip flops.  Great, she thought.

   "What do you have in mind?"

   "How much for a bj?"

   She looked him up and down and wondered if he even had $40 to his name.
She told him the price and he pulled out several small bills counting out
the money in mostly fives and tens with five ones.  She wanted to turn him
away but figured he must really want it to give her almost all of his
money. She followed him to his car and got in the passenger seat.

   Turning to face him she noticed a boy about 3-years-old in the back in a
car seat.  He had bucket seats and the kid was right in the center of the
back.  She almost told him no but figured money was money and if he didn't
mind her blowing him in front of his son, then why should she?  Looking
back at the guy she noticed he had already taken his hard cock out and laid
his seat back.  Bending forward she took it inside her mouth.

   He didn't last long and was soon firing volleys of cum to the back of
her throat.  Like any good whore she swallowed all that flooded her mouth.
She waited until he finished before lifting her face from his lap and was
startled to see someone leaning against the van parked next to them
watching.  Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she slipped silently
from the car and rushed towards the store.

   "Wait!" she heard someone calling out.  She kept walking but he caught
up to her before she reached the door.  "I'm interested in, uh, making a
deal," he said grinning.

   "What kinda deal?"

   "You know.  You're a working girl, right?" Slowly she nodded.  "That's
what I want.  How much for what you just did to that guy?"

   "Forty."

   "And a fuck?"

   "Eighty."

   "Look, it's late and I know you probably need the money or you wouldn't
still be out here.  I'll give you sixty for a fuck, what'll you say?"

   "No, sorry, eighty or nothing," she said sternly.

   "Okay, okay, you win.  Let's go to my van," he said grabbing her hand.
She followed him back to where her last trick had been parked.  He had
already left and the new guy slid open the side door and moved aside for
her to get in.

   "Money first," she said not moving.

   "Get in and I'll give it to you."

   "It don't work that way.  No cash, no ass."

   "Okay, here," he said reaching into his pocket and pulling out a knife.
Her heart skipped a beat.  "Now get the fuck in before I cut you up,
whore!" he growled between clinched teeth.  One push and she fell towards
the van.  Seconds later he was on her pushing her further in and tearing at
her clothes.  Time seemed to stand still as he cut off her skirt and shirt
before fumbling with his zipper and pushing his cock into her.  She was
sure that he didn't have on a condom as there wasn't any time for that.

   "You said eighty or nothing, right?  Well, I pick nothing!" he spat at
her.  He was very rough with her, slapping, punching and squeezing her like
some inflatable toy.  He bit her nipple and she slapped him resulting in a
harder slap across her face.  She tasted blood after that last hit. 
Finally she gave up and allowed him to do whatever he wanted.  Every time
she tries to resist, she gets hurt.

   Once finished, he opened the door and pulled her out by her feet,
causing her to land on her back on the pavement with a thump.  Getting back
in, he closed the door and backed away, running over her hair in the
process.  Her clothes were torn to shreds and she laid there bleeding and
in pain for what seemed like hours but was probably only minutes.

   "You okay?" someone asked standing over her.  It was one of the security
guards who made her suck him off a few hours earlier.  She wondered where
he was when that guy was raping her.  Pulling herself up, he helped her
towards the outside restrooms to clean up.

   She stayed in there for the longest time wondering where Roscoe was and
when he'd come for her.  It was already almost 3 and she hadn't heard from
him.  Opening the door she saw his car parked near the gas pumps.  Sighing
she went out to join him.

   "Where have you been?" she almost yelled getting into the car.  Looking
next to her she noticed it wasn't Roscoe sitting behind the driver's seat.
It took only a second before the large black hand back slapped her.  "Don't
you eva talk to me like that again, bitch," he said nearly growling. 
Falling against the door, she rubbed the cheek which had just been slapped.

   "Where's Roscoe?" she mumbled hardly audible.

   "Ain't here.  You my ho now," he added pulling her back towards him. 
"Where my money at?" She wasn't sure what to do.  If she gave him the money
and later Roscoe asked for it, she'd be screwed.  He suddenly grabbed a
fist full of hair and yanked her over the center console.  "I axed you a
question, ho.  Now where my money at?"

   With shaking hands she retrieved the wad of cash from her waist belt and
handed it his way.  She was shaking so much she dropped a few of the bills
eliciting another slap on the side of her head.  "Bitch, be more careful!"
He counted it out before looking at her.  "This all?"

   "Y..yes, sir," she mumbled cowering against the door.

   "I don't believe you.  You holdin' out on me, bitch?"

   "N..  no, sir.  That's all.  I promise."

   "No it ain"t Roscoe tole me you pull in over a grand a night and there
only nine-fifty here."

   "He already got some money earlier.  That's all I have right now, I
promise."

   "Ain't good 'nuff, cunt.  Get your ass back out there and make me some
more money!"

   She stared into his dark, cold eyes and knew he had the soul of a
killer. He wouldn't hesitate cutting her up and dumping her body someplace.

   "Please.  I'm tired and I..." a punch in the chest knocked the wind out
of her and she coiled up against the far door.

   "Don't you eva back talk me, understand?" She nodded.  Reaching over he
opened her door and watched as she climbed back out.  "Make me two more
Benjamins.  I'll be back in two hours to pick your ass up and you bess be
havin' my money, understand?" She nodded before stumbling back towards the
store.  The only men out at this time are the drunks leaving the bars and
she hated those guys.

   Her clothes were hardly on and she had to hold the top together to keep
it from opening.  One car was at the pumps and a truck was parked in front
of the store.  She approached the car and was turned down but the truck guy
agreed to a fuck for $60.  She didn't even try to negotiate and climbed
into his truck.  Her door wasn't even closed when his hands were all over
her.  The bright store lights flickered as he pumped steadily into her. 
Head lights shined on them but he didn't stop.  She closed her eyes and
thought home.  Even as bad as it was there, it was nothing compared to a
life on the streets.  Over the past 20 or so months she's been a
prostitute, she's had thousands of men fuck her and there's no end in
sight.

   Who was this new guy that claims he's her pimp now and why was he in
Roscoe's car?  He didn't have to be so mean to her.  The man on top of her
began grunting and slowed his pace.  He was cumming and quickly he pulled
out.  She didn't need to be told to leave.  He was finished with her and
she knew what was next.

   Slipping out of the pickup, she headed towards the restroom.  Staring at
herself in the mirror she made up her mind.  She was getting out of this
life.  Her family didn't live that far away and the $60 she just made could
pay the cab fare.  Going to the phone she made the call.
Addendum:
Becky went home, back to the life she had before.  Nothing was the same
but nothing really changed.  Her oldest brother had moved out but the other
three were still at home.  Her father seemed to be the happiest she was
back and treated her very well for the first few weeks.  During that time
no one tried to have sex with her and she was glad.  The past year and a
half had been brutal on her body as she had experienced two life times
worth of sex.  It was exactly three weeks from the day she got home that

her father appeared beside her bed.

   He had that look that so many men had before they fucked her and she
knew what he wanted.  Without hesitation she pulled back the blanket and
spread her legs.  This is a small price to pay for the safety of home.

   ~ the end ~

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