Chapter 5 🫦

I work my shift out, and to my surprise, it's pretty damn busy. I catch myself looking over to where Adams is setting, and he stays my entire shift. "That's not weird." Mr. Gordon and I cleaned up for the night. Once we are walking out the door and lock up, he hands me a wad of money. "What's this?" I ask him... surely, he doesn't want something from me, tonight right?

"That's your tip money he tells me."

Oh, thank goodness. "Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome... I will see you tomorrow at the same time he asks me?"

"No, Martin has me working another job tomorrow." I tell him I don't know if he knows what I do so I'm not going to just cough up that information just meeting him. I walk off to my apartment... and about halfway to my door, someone grabs me from behind and halls me up against the wall. Damnit, why do men have to be assholes all the time? "If you do this, you will pay me my money or I will find out who you are, and I will tell everyone you know you raped a damn prostitute."

"Shut up Cocky."

"Adams?"

"Yes, it's my smart one. Now shut up and listen to what I'm about to tell you. You have three weeks to get in with Martin. Have him trust you enough that he lets you do more than just the bar.

"get your fuckin' hands off me, so I can go up to bed." Of course he doesn't. Adams does the opposite of what I tell him. He turns me around to face him, then slams his lips down on mine. I try to push him away because I don't do the kissing thing, but he is strong, and he's not letting up. So, before I know it, we are sliding our tongues into each other's mouths. Adams runs his hands up my skirt and finds my pussy. "Whoa there... buddy, I don't give this out for free to anyone." I tease him.

"Um, you want to bet," He teases back. I really should make him stop, but then again, I want to see how he feels.

"So, Adams, do you do this with all the girls, or is it just me because who I am?"

"It's Dean... and now there's something about you. I just can't seem to get your smartass mouth off my mind, so I'm going to fuck you out of it."

"Oh-um okay I guess." Is all I can muster up before Dean has me hiked up higher on the wall, then slams himself inside me... and fuckkk, I can feel every inch of him. Mr. Dean isn't lacking down there. He pushes himself in and out of me over, and over with punching strokes. I can't believe it... it must be the why I am positioned on the wall, but I fuckin' come for the first time by a man fuckin' me.

"Fuck Dean... that feels so damn good, I whimper," and he pumps even faster, if that's possible. Once he's done, he pulls out, puts his junk back inside, then walks away.

Well, fuck, I haven't felt more like a whore than I do right now. Entering my apartment, I feel a sense of accomplishment after a productive day. It makes me feel fantastic. I get another shower, between the sweat from the bar, and smelling like cigarette smoke to what Dean and I just did. I feel a little nasty, so a good shower will help me sleep tonight.

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Later that morning, I made myself some food so I'm not hungry, then I went to the bar to see if Layla was there. She doesn't disappoint. She is right where she was the other day. I came to see Martin.

"Hey Corky girl, what's up with ya?"

"Just coming to see my best girl. See if you wanted to come and get a coffee with me from that new coffee shop down the road?"

"Yes, that does sound lovely, she says then hopes down off her stool." We head out of the bar when a group of guys' heads into the bar.

"Hey, don't we know you?" One of them questions, and I think he's talking to me, but when I look up, I see he's talking to Layla.

"No, I don't think so, Layla tells him."

"Oh, yes, I believe we have met," he says, then snickers at his friends. This was the woman I picked up the other night... the one I was telling you that wanted to rock my world, but I wouldn't let her. The boy obnoxiously says.

I'm so proud of my girl at that moment, because she sets that little bastard straight.

"You know you shouldn't lie to your friends like that. In front of the woman that had you on your knees begging for more, because I can tell all of your fuckin' secrets, so just remember that little boy, and scamper off."

"Bye... bye now. I say with a hand wave." We hurt his little feeling, if what he says as we are walking out the door is any sign.

"I thought whores always wore slut dresses. You must not be a good one wearing that trash you have on, but maybe you're just wearing what you are."

"Oh, boy Layla, that was a good one. It really hurt my feelings."

Layal laughs at me. "Let's go Corky girl, before you get us in trouble."

Once we are outside, I can't help but look down at what I'm wearing, and I have my favorite pair of ripped jeans and a white t-shirt on. I thought I looked good, but what do I know? I'm just a dumb prostitute.

Layla and I make it down to the coffee shop without another interruption. We get inside and order our coffees, then find a spot to sit down. I make sure there's no one around before I get into what I want to talk to Layla about.

"What is it.... Corky girl?" She asks me.

I clear my throat and look around one more time for good measure, then I launch right into my story. "Do you remember the cop that came and talked to you about Candy?"

"The really cute one, or the really Dushey one?"

I smile at that. "The cute one."

"Yes, how could I forget McDreamy?"

I roll my eyes at her. "Layla, he wasn't that cute, anyway. Listen up, girl. He wants me to spy on Martin. He wants me to discover the identity of his drug suppliers, so they can be apprehended, but that's not the eerie part. Last night, he followed me home and had sex with me against the wall. Layla, I came... I never come from a man touching me."

"Okay, Corky girl, back up some. You said he wants you to do what on Martin." Layla whispers.

"You heard me. I don't know what to do."

"You do it." She says, shocking the shit out of me.

"What? Really?"

"Yes, really Corky... if it gets that bastard and the drugs off the streets, then I say go for it. Now back to Mc'Dreamy fuckin' you against the wall outside your apartment. You lucky little girl."

I laugh at her. "It was hot Layla."

She takes a paper towel and fans herself like she's hot. "Ah, Corky girl."

"What?"

"Nothing, girl."

"You are welcome to take your turn at him." I told her.

She just winks at me. "Okay, back on track, so I'm going to assume the reason you asked Martin for different jobs was because of the McDreamy?"

"Yes, I would not do it at first, but then there was this creep that held me at gunpoint. And was about to rape me when Adams and another cop broke the window and saved me from that mess."

"Corky, why in the hell did you not tell me about that?"

"I didn't want to worry you."

"You are stubborn, boneheaded and full." She scolds me.

I smile at my friend. "Thank you, I'll tell her."

"For what, Corky girl?"

"For being the momma figure, I've needed all these years."

"Oh, Corky girl."

"I'm just telling you how I feel. We don't have to go all hallmark or anything about it."

"Oh, Corky, you have been in this damn life too long," Layla complains. "So, are you working the streets or the bar tonight?"

"Martin has me working the streets most nights and the bar just one night a week until I prove myself."

"Well Martin will have you working other jobs in no time then. Once he sees how smart you are he won't be able to reset you." Layla tells me.

"You think so?" I ask her, because it really would be nice to do other jobs besides sell my body to nasty assholes every night.

"Yes I do Corky Girl.

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The next day I'm heading out to meet Layla for our lunch date when officer Adams and dude-drop comes up the stairs of my apartment.

"Corky, can we get you to go back to your apartment so we can talk to you, please?" Adam's expression made me do as he asked, without giving him my smart mouth. Once in the apartment, I turn around to face them. "Okay, what do you want?" I ask them. Even dude-drop has a worried face on.

"Guys, what's going on? What has you both coming up to my apartment wanting to talk to me... that has you both looking worried as fuck?"

Adams clears his throat, then begins. Your friend Layla has been badly hurt Corky. She is at the hospital right now but it's not looking good for her.

I stumble backwards. "That's not possible. I had coffee with her yesterday."

Officer dude-drop walks closer to me. "I'm sorry, but she was attacked around 2:30-3 this morning. The perpetrator beat her up so bad her face is unrecognizable. Do you know anybody recently that Layla had a run in with, or maybe a John that could have thought you guys did him wrong?" Officer dude-drop is asking me.

"Why are you asking me these questions? Was Layla not attacked the same way the other girls were?

Adams shakes his head at me. "No, Corky, this attack was personal. They also left a note addressed to you."

What the fuck! "What does it say, and how do you know it's addressed to me?"

Adams hands me the note, and it's addressed to me pacifically.

"Hello whore, remember me? Yea, that's right, the fucker from the bar you dissed. I bit your thinking twice about that now. Just wait until I get my dick in that pussy. You will remember me then."

P.S. "Yes, Corky, I know who you are. I had fun beating it right out of your whore friend."

"Oh, FUCK the college kid. Why would he brag about what he did to her, and basically confess to what he did?"

"What college kid, Corky?"

"I'm thinking they were a couple of college kids that came to the corner a couple weeks ago that were doing their last pledge before they were in the sorority... they were pledging. The one I got was a good kid. He didn't want to do anything, just talk. Apparently, it wasn't the case for Layla... her boy wanted sex. But that's not what this is about. We met at the bar yesterday, getting ready to get some coffee and just chat for a bit. When a group of the boys from the college came along and this one kid was being an obnoxious asshole to Layla. Well, Layla told his little secret about the sex. He didn't like that, so he started talking about us and we just laughed at him and walked out. They are from that big college downtown." I tell Adams and dude-drop.

"Do you remember the sorority?" Adams asks?

"I'm pretty sure the boy's shirt said Bata, Delta, Bears."