Cleared Debt
“Fucking bitch, take that!” The man’s breathy baritone voice grumbled into her ear. “You like that don’t ya, you filthy little bitch. Take my big, fat cock!”
Like any other day, she had to lay on her back with her only good thing about her spread out wide for another disgusting man to take to his liking. Another person would feel sick in themselves to be subjected to doing this kind of thing every single day as a way to survive, but not Venus.
Venus was only twenty-six years old and that was the last thing she felt. In fact, the young woman felt nothing as she laid there taking the penis of a young man who couldn’t even measuring up to her two fingers.
Her client kept delivering sloppy, punctuated thrusts. “So fucking tight for a used up whore!” he exclaimed with every fibre of his being. “I’m gonna cum! Cum with me! Cum with me right now, slut!”
To play her part, Venus dramatically gripped onto the man, raking his back more than necessary with one hand as the other dipped into a glass of whiskey just on the side table. As he continued to jab into her, she wet two of her fingers and quickly dripped the liquor below her eyes, sounding out fake moans and gasps of pleasure as she also put on a performance of stiffening limbs.
After a moment, he pulled back, looking down at Venus’ dishevelled state, hair wildly out of place and reddened eyes with tears on her cheeks. His smile was big and satisfactory as he took in his work.
“You’re quite pretty, Venus,” he complimented truthfully. “Too bad you’re a whore.”
With a forced giggle, Venus playfully smacked him on the pec. “I’ll see you same time next week?” she asked in a tone that sounded as if she was eager for him to come back. She lifted her head, bringing her lips to his ear gently grazing it as she spoke, “I can’t wait to take your fat cock all over again. I love being your personal slut.”
If it were left to Venus alone, she’d never let another man touch her again, possibly even do everything in her power to never even see one again. But here she laid in a bed with a crooked toothed, oily skinned, bad breath White man on top of her, having to put up a front that she wanted him like no other.
“I will definitely be back,” he murmured before abruptly pulling away from her and rolling off the bed to gather his clothes.
As he got himself together, Venus laid on the bed with a “dreamy” smile set on her lips as she watched him, the sheets draped closely to her body. After getting dressed, he placed the rest of her money on the side table and left, bidding her a goodbye.
The moment the door clinked shut, her smile fell and her usual non-expressive face revealed itself. She grabbed the money and counted it with his deposit and took her share separate from what she had to give her “pimp”.
A melodic song hummed from her lips as she rose from the bed, sheets falling away as she sighed looking for her bag. Finally spotting the strap peeking out from beneath the bed, she grabbed it and stuff her share inside and placed her boss’ on the side table.
As soon as that was sorted, she stepped into the adjoined bathroom and took a look at her reflection. With amber brown skin, a flat nose, full lips and dark vixen, alluring eyes, Venus was indeed “pretty” as her stinky customer stated. She believed in herself that she was too pretty and capable to be in the predicament she was today. But she knew the reality that anything could happen to anyone no matter how pretty or smart they might be. Either way, it wouldn’t stop her from hating the reality of her life.
And speak of the Devil, another reality of hers appeared as she viewed her reflection. The bead of white forming at the peaks of her breasts, that made her release a bitter laugh. Her melodic humming stopped instantly and her eyes glistened with real tears. Removing her corset, she traced the healed lines of her C-section with shaky fingers.
About to step in the shower, Venus had to pause as a familiar voice came shouting down the halls.
“CODE GREY! CODE GREY! CODE GREY!”
The words echoed in Venus’ head. Her heart sank. A code grey meant that someone was going to get bought. She was the last one her boss would ever let go of. Not because she was special to him, but because she had to pay her debt. A debt none of their customers could ever clear even if they desperately wanted her. She’d never be so lucky.
So, with those thoughts, she wasn’t even going to bother to attend the showcase, but as she made to step into the bathtub a second time the shouting came again, a heavy knock on her door.
“VENUS! You too! Boss says everyone! Get your fat flat ass out here right now!”
She sighed. Not bothering to shower, she quickly brushed her teeth, washed her face and made sure that her armpits weren’t stinky.
After pulling in a sundress and boots, she sprayed her afro with water and fluffed it where necessary as she walked out.
By the time she got to the lobby, all the men and women were lined up looking their best for purchase. Some wore their Domm outfits, some wore their sub outfits, others simply wore lingerie that left little to the imagination. Venus, on the other hand, looked like a regular person just passing by a store.
Before the line there were two men. Both tall, both handsome with striking features and the most gorgeous green and grey eyes. They were clearly twins with the strong resemblances. The way they nearly moved in perfect sync was a bit unsettling to Venus.
So much so that when both their eyes snapped in her direction, she jumped back a bit.
“Jumpscare to bloodclaat,” she whispered, her voice was soft enough only for her eyes with her hand splayed on her chest.
Her heart nearly slipped out her bum when the twin with green eyes pointed at her. She wasn’t even in line with the other escorts as yet. As if queued by his pointing, she stepped in line and looked straight ahead and away from them.
In that moment, Boss came in. A woman elegant and thin with an air of dominance about her. He was dressed in an all-white, nearly tailored suit with her blue eyes welcoming yet stern. The room suddenly quieted as the butt of her cane clacked on the floor.
“Like anything you see, Ivanov?” she asked as her heels joined the subtle clacks of her cane. She slowly moved up the line, blue eyes surveying each and every one of her employees, giving each an approving nod.
The stern woman was pleased until she finally got to Venus, a silent rage in her icy blues and a involuntarily clench of her jaw. But instead of saying anything, she pivoted back down the line and to her purchasing customers.
Venus let out a small breath. This was the first time that woman didn’t take the opportunity to yell at Venus for her insolence.
“So, have you made a decision, Ivanovs?” she asked again.
The Ivanov twins deliberated amongst themselves in a hushed manner before the one with grey eyes finally spoke loud enough for the whole lobby to hear. “Who amongst you are willingly here?”
Of the twenty-seven lined up, only nine raised their hands.
Green eyes nodded as he said firmly, “Dismissed.”
Confused, the nine buffered in stance but quickly exited when Boss’ cane hit the floor in a demanding and abrupt manner.
“How many of you have been here for less than… let’s say… five years?” Grey Eyes asked.
Hands were hesitant, but after locking eyes with Boss, ten raised their hands.
Again, Green Eyes popped in with his stern, deep voice, “Dismissed.”
And then there were eight.
Venus wore an annoyed expression as she stood there, waiting to be dismissed as well. She had no hopes for leaving this place. Not because she liked it there, but because she knew Boss wouldn’t want to let go one of her star pupils, no matter how much of a asshole they could be when they were ready.
With the eight left, Boss instructed them to scoot closer as the buyers neared the line up.
“Raise your hand if you have experience caring for the elderly.” Grey Eyes scanned the closely standing escorts, his eyes lingering on three of the girls, including Venus.
Venus almost smiled but bit it back as she raised her hand, ready to be dismissed so she could finally get to wash the feel of her last client off her body. But that feeling if relief quickly flew out the window when Green Eyes opened his stupid mouth and said, “if your hand is down, you’re dismissed.”
Her eyes narrowed at the two men and it deepened even more when Grey Eyes looked at her with a small smile on his lips with a hint of smugness. She wanted so bad to say ‘fuck you’ but kept it under wraps.
Looking at the three left starting, both men stepped closer, their eyes scanning the three girls.
“How many of you are in debt to your pimp?”
Venus sighed as her hand went up along with the slimmer girl standing right beside her. The twins simultaneously jutted their chins in the direction of the door for the third girl that had her hand down.
“And then they were two,” Grey eyes said with a twinkle in his gaze that met Venus. “Tell us your government name, age, place of birth and why we should… employ you. Starting with the Asian one.”
While the older woman filled in the blanks for the potential buyers, Venus paid no attention, her mind quickly drifting off as she caught a subtle tune in her mind that felt very familiar but for some reason can’t remember the lyrics or the song title. She wasn’t sure how much time passed, but eventually it was her turn and the twins stared at her expectantly. Grey Eyes with his smug gaze and Green Eyes with his stern stare.
“Venus Allegra Graham. And yes, my initials really do spell the word ‘vag’. Add some sparkle emojis in your head for a lil razzle dazzle,” Venus said with her tone dripping with sarcasm. “I’m twenty-six. I be fucking for a living. I hate people. And if you’re wondering what you I’m doing. I’m giving reason not to buy me, Masa. Cause if I get called a nigger even once, I’m just gonna murder someone and then you’ll end up murdering me which would be $750,000 of a poor fucking investment on your part since that’s the debt I owe that blue eyed bitch over there. Oh, and I was originally born in Jamaica. I was raised in Tyler Perry movies, so I will be using hot oil and gritz to beat whatever rapist y’all throw at me. See, so pick the thirty-year-old baddie right beside me who can cook like chef, fuck like a mistress and care like a mother.”
“Is she always like this?” Green Eyes asked flatly.
Boss stepped forward with an unimpressed look on her face. “Unfortunately.”
“We’ll take her,” both men said before the silence could even settle.
Venus’ heart instantly dropped.
