Pull Me In

Tonights been so slow, there's been no customers and funds are beginning to run low, of course I never could live off fifty dollars a week, even when I had my apartment. Jasmine, the girl that usually works the room across from mine had gotten lucky, of course she was the only one that looked clean. She had money coming in constantly, it only really helped fuel her drug addiction. Most of the other girls, and guys, were either addicted to heroin, or meth. They never lasted long, I was never really surprised when I saw a new girl coming in, it was a shock to see a guy. Of course we were told to charge more, we were seen as “special” since the ratio of women to men was about 20 to 1. The last guy to stay here had to be carried out in a body bag, his client had snuck drugs in and caused him to overdose. I kinda missed him at times, he was a really great fuck and it was nice to not have to deal with clients all the time. Oh well, time to get ready for the clients that come in.

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“Brian! Get your ass down here right now!” Ah shit, what did I do this time?

I pulled myself up and out of bed and begrudgingly walked downstairs, it was so strange to watch everyone act so normal. Granted it was only ten thirty in the morning, so people normally didn't go to find hookers.

“Yes?” I normally wasn't afraid of the brothel owner, except for the fact that she didn't care about throwing anyone out on the street.
“You have a client coming in soon, try and tidy your room please” I was taken aback, a client this early? They must be married with kids.
“Sure, when's she going to be here?” It was better to have a set time than to rush, especially if I had to look nice at the same time.
“He, will be here in about an hour” I felt my eyes widen, HE? I hadn't slept with a man in months, I couldn't do this right now.
“Yes ma'am” I turned and headed back up to my room. There wasn't much to clean, just some laundry to pick up was all.

I sighed when the door was shut, I hated dealing with any kind of client so early in the morning, man or woman. I quickly cleaned up and made sure everything was nice and tidy, if it kept our owner happy then we'd be happy.

“He's here, remember to be good and don't piss him off please” Madame Julie stuck her head in, her eyes narrowing at me slightly.
“I won't, promise” I plopped down onto the bed and groaned, I could only hope he wasn't rough.

Before I could doze off again a hard knock was at the door, that must be him. Except I wasn't expecting the three men that walked inside. I wasn't warned about this, and there was no way I was going through with this.

“Don't worry boys, he won't try anything” The man that spoke was absolutely gorgeous, a thick dark beard, slicked back hair, beautiful blue green eyes. I couldn't imagine how much the suit he wore cost, probably more than I made in a month, a good month at that.

The two men that he had come in with left, slamming the door as we were soon left alone.

“Hmm, he did say you were pretty, didn't say anything about your tattoos” His eyes scanned over my body slowly, I couldn't help but cover my body. He scowled and stepped towards me angrily. I'm dead.
“Did I say you could move?” His eyes were smoldering, and my brain was having a battle over whether I should be turned on or terrified.
“Sorry” I mumbled softly, placing my hands into my lap to keep him from getting angrier.
“Get undressed” He crossed his arms and glared, I'm definitely dead.

I stood up and pushed off my boxers and pajama pants, turning back to him I crawled onto the bed on my hands and knees. His clothes were strewn haphazardly across the room, he must not care about his thousand dollar suit if he's willing to throw it around. The bed dipped down as he sat behind me, the room fell silent after that.

“You must not remember him then, that's too bad” Before I could turn to ask him who he was talking about a sudden intrusion was causing me to scream out in pain. He didn't even have a condom on.
“Fuck, you're even tighter than he said you were” I could barely catch my breath before he was slamming his hips against mine, the pain overtaking all my senses.

I bit down on the sheet roughly to keep the screams quieted, if the other hookers heard me they'd report this John and he clearly had the money to get me killed if he wanted to.

Once his hips began to falter I knew the pain would be over soon, I wasn't sure how much more I would be able to take of this.

“I'll have to tell him I stopped by” He growled and pushed his hips flush against mine as he came, I hated that feeling so much.

I couldn't help but whimper as he pulled out, it felt as if I was bleeding. How was I going to explain the blood to everyone? The man patted my thighs gently and grabbed his clothes, at least I could try and clean myself before the next client came.

“Don't you worry about anymore clients, I paid off Julie so that you're all mine” A dark smirk was strewn across his lips.

I was going to be raped whenever he wanted it? This couldn't be real, it just couldn't.

“She never did tell me your name though” He pulled on the suit jacket and fixed the color, his eyes never leaving me.
“Brian” I spoke softly, I wanted him to leave more than anything now.
“It suits you, my name is Zack, I'm sure you'll be screaming that next time I come to visit. Take care Brian” Zack turned on his heel and left.

I couldn't handle that kind of pain all the time, lord only knows what else he would do to me. He probably has a sick fetish for abusing people sexually. And another question that was nagging at me was, who in the world was he talking about? The last guy I slept with was nothing like him, he made sure I was ready and didn't cause me to bleed from being so rough. Of course the sex was amazing, but I hadn't seen him since that day, and I doubt I would now.

“Brian?” Jasmine asked as she knocked softly on the door.
“Come in” I pulled the sheet over my lap and made sure to hide any blood, better to keep suspicions low.
“How're you holding up?” She looked nervous, as if she knew the kind of man Zack was.
“A little sore, it's been a while since I've bottomed” I tried to smile, but it came out more like a grimace.
“I can't believe Zack picked you, he's always been so picky” So she did know!
“I wasn't expecting it, I'd gladly let him have someone else that wasn't me” I was struggling to keep my composure in front of her, my entire lower half was on fire.
“Oh my god you're bleeding!” Jasmine covered her mouth in shock, my eyes widened as I looked down at the sheet, it must've moved when I tried to get more comfortable.
“Jasmine please, you cannot tell Madame Julie, if that man finds out he got ratted out he will kill me” I stood up and paced over to her quickly, my legs and ass screaming at me to lay back down.
“He made you bleed, what if it gets worse?” Her eyes were pleading with me, I couldn't give in. Zack was terrifying to say the least. He'd probably send a body guard to kill me so he didn't get his hands dirty.
“I'll be fine, but you can't tell anyone, I'll do anything if you keep quiet about this” I was just trying to stay alive at this point.
“Fine, I won't say anything, but you owe me at least a week of payment” My heart nearly stopped, I didn't have that kind of money!
“I'll give it to you when Madame Julie does, and not a moment after, okay?” She seemed pleased with that and left quickly. My legs giving out as the door shut.

Was this really the life I was going to have to endure now? Being raped whenever that man wanted too? I would've rather ended my life than be around him ever again, of course I would be too damn scared to do it. I would just endure what he threw at me, no matter how painful. It couldn't be that bad, right?

Wrong.