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A Year in the Life Part II
By Mister Double-U
Joe carried my suitcases up the stairs on that bright
Spring morning. I had finally, after weeks of indecision,
decided to move in with him. He had been continually coming
to the club and I had been spending more nights there than
with Michelle at the apartment. The hardest thing was
telling her I was moving out.
"You're what?" she yelled that evening. I had made her a
wonderful dinner and even rubbed her feet before telling
her. I knew she wouldn't take it well.
"Moving in with Joe." I replied. "Things have been good
between us and I've been spending all my time there
anyway."
She sat up, the dress barely concealing her white cotton
panties. "I can't believe this!" she screamed. "You hardly
know the guy. You've been dating, for how long? Three
weeks?"
"More like five." I replied. She slid closer to me, taking
my hand.
"I just don't think you should move in with him right now."
This was going to be more difficult than I thought.
"I love him. And I want to spend my life with him."
She stood up, her face red. Boy, what that the wrong thing
to say. "I love you too, you asshole!! Fine! Do whatever
the fuck you want!" She ran to the bedroom and slammed the
door. I could hear her crying. A moment later, a suitcase
came flying out of the bedroom followed by my clothes. "I
never want to see you again!" She slammed the door again.
I walked over and picked up my clothes and placed them into
the case. I thought I should go over to the door. Try to
plead with her. Tell her how sorry I was. Couldn't do it. I
picked up the phone and called Joe. He told me to come
right over.
We walked into the apartment and Joe took my stuff to his
room. He walked back out and put his arms around me and
kissed me.
"I'm so glad you decided to move in here." He said,
smiling. This is the happiest I'd seen him since we started
dating.
"Me too." I replied. I tried not to think about Michelle. I
glanced at the clock on the wall. "Oh shit! I have to get
to work." He held his grip on me.
"Quit." He said. I looked puzzled. "I have enough money for
both of us. And you can work part time at the restaurant,
if you'd like." He let go and walked over and picked up the
phone. "Give Jack a call." I walked to the phone and dialed
the number. Ralph, the bouncer, answered. He put me on hold
and a moment later Jack came on.
"Quitting?!!" he yelled. He cleared his throat and
continued. "You... You can't quit on me, baby. I need ya!"
The tone in his voice reverted to the one he used that
first night when he picked me up in the car. The night this
whole nightmare started. "You're the star of my show."
"Sorry, Jack. I got a better offer." I replied, smiling at
Joe.
"I'll double whatever he's paying."
"It's not the money, Jack." I said. "This is much, much
more."
The next thing I heard was inaudible screaming. Fuck this
and bitch that. I had to pull the phone away from my ear.
Joe could hear everything and started to walk over. I put
up my hand to stop him. Jack finally slammed the phone down
and I heard silence.
"I think he took it well." Joe laughed.
For spending money, I worked nights at the little diner
owned by Joe's parents. It was hard work, but I enjoyed it.
Joe would spend his nights at home. I would come home and
he would be passed out on the couch, the books sprawled out
across his chest and all over the floor.
"Ronnie, why don't you leave early?" Joe's mom said. It was
a warm May evening and the diner was almost empty. "We can
handle it." She smiled. Her smile reminded me of my own
mom. I started to well up with tears. My mom. She had no
idea of where I was or what I'd been through. What I
wouldn't give for some time with her. "Are you okay, dear?"
I composed myself. "Yes." I wiped my eyes with a napkin.
"I'm fine." I replied laughing. "You've just been so nice
to me."
She walked over and put her hand on my shoulder. "You're
good for our Joe." She said. "Now, get out of here."
I grabbed my purse and headed out the diner door towards
our apartment. I couldn't wait to see Joe. We talked about
going out dancing. Tonight might be the perfect night to do
it. I ran into the building and up the stairs. I could hear
loud music and voices coming from the other side of the
door. I quietly put the key in the door and opened it. Joe
was standing over our table that was covered in bags of
white powder. There was another man there, measuring out
the powder and placing it into little bags. There were also
two girls passed out on the floor, both in various states
of undress. They had been fucked. You could smell the scent
of sex in the room.
"What's going on here, Joe?" I asked in a soft little
voice. I'm surprised it came out that way. I guess the last
month has mellowed me a bit.
"Nothing hon." He replied, walking over to me. "Just a
little party." He had white powder all over his nose.
"Then what's this?" I asked, wiping the powder off and
showing it to him.
"Look, baby. It's cool." The friend chimed in. I shot him a
dirty look and he sat down quietly. I turned back to Joe.
This was getting serious.
"How long has this been going on?" I asked. "This has to
stop, now!"
He got a look in his eyes that I had never seen on him
before. It was the look that Jack gave me that first night
at the club when I couldn't perform. It was the look that
the cook at the diner gave me that same night when I
couldn't pay for my meal. He grabbed my arms and squeezed.
I could feel his nails digging into my skin.
"You aren't going to say anything!" he said through gritted
teeth. "Do you understand me?" He shook me around a little.
I started to get really scared and tried to break away.
"Joe, please." I said, helplessly. "Let me go."
He must have seen the look in my eyes, because his
expression changed. Those soft eyes that I fell in love
with were back. "I'm really sorry hon." He hugged me tight.
I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Will you please tell me what's going on? What is all this
stuff?"
"Don't worry about it, okay?" he replied.
He hugged me again and kissed me hard. All of a sudden, I
felt a sharp pain in my leg, then a burning sensation. Joe
continued to hold me tight. I started to feel lightheaded.
"What...what's happening?" I asked. My speech was slurred
and my eyes blurred.
"Just giving you a sample of what we've been doing, doll."
The friend replied. "This is the best shit we've ever made.
Really great when you shoot it." He laughed hysterically.
I felt myself being picked up and carried off. Joe dropped
me hard on the bed. He was standing over me with his
friend. They each grabbed an arm and tied them to the
bedpost. They then did the same with my legs. The friend
started running his hand up and down my legs. Joe stopped
him.
"No touching, man." Joe said. "She's mine." He smiled
evilly and pulled my uniform up, revealing my white
panties. He turned back to me. "I think you'll enjoy this,
hon." He smiled.
I remember feeling more lightheaded and unable to focus on
him. I felt something inside me. I wasn't sure for how
long, but I then felt him cum in me. When Joe was done, he
pulled off me and put a ballgag in my mouth.
"You'll be safe here for a while, hon."
He kissed my forehead and left. The drug in my system was
making me swim. I was sweating and my mouth was dry. I must
have passed out because the next thing I remember was the
friend coming in again with another shot. This went on for
days. I only knew that days passed when I woke up and the
sun was up, then I woke up again and the sun was gone. Each
time I would wake up, he would give me more drugs. I had
needle marks all over my legs and arms. But, I wanted it. I
was hooked. My own lover hooked me. I felt like crying. No
tears would come out. All I wanted was the shot.
Joe walked in one day and sat on the bed with me. "You're
not going to say anything about our little operation, are
you Hon?" he asked.
I shook my head. No, I wasn't going to tell. If I did,
where would my supply come from?
"Good." He continued. "I'm going to let you up now. If you
do anything to upset me, you'll find yourself right back
here again. Understand?" I nodded.
Joe walked over to the headboard and undid my arms, then
undid my legs and took the gag out of my mouth. I
swallowed, trying to get saliva back into my mouth. He ran
his fingers through my hair.
"You'll be fine, Ronnie." He smiled. "Go take a shower,
then come out and see us."
He stood up and left the room. I shakily got out of bed and
headed to the bathroom. It was difficult to walk being tied
up that long. I stopped and looked in the mirror. My hair
was ratted and I could see the needle marks all over me. I
stepped out of my waitress uniform that I had been wearing
for I don't know how long and started the water. It felt so
good. I began to feel like myself again. Damn Joe for doing
this to me. Damn that fucking bitch that started this whole
thing all those months ago. I hope she was having fun in my
body. I finally cried and dropped to the floor. The water
started to turn colder, but I didn't care. I needed this
cry. This had been inside me since the beginning.
Eventually, I got up, turned the water off and stepped out
of the shower.
An hour later, I managed to pull myself together enough to
head downstairs. Joe was there alone. The equipment they
had been using was still all over the kitchen table. They
didn't even make an effort to hide it from me anymore. He
saw me and sat up.
"Feeling better, Hon?" he asked.
"Not really." I answered. He smiled.
"I have something to make you feel better." He replied
holding up another needle.
I didn't want it. But I had to have it. I walked quickly
over to Joe, knelt down and rolled up the sleeve of my
sweatshirt. He gave me the shot and smiled.
"My little junkie." He said smiling. "How about a little
thank you gift?"
He said undoing his pants. I helped him take off his pants
and underwear and grabbed hold of his erect cock. I stroked
it and played with it, but I didn't enjoy it. I felt like I
did back at the club. The dirty, disgusting, sweaty men who
came in to see me and get a little "relief". I stroked it
and played with it, but my heart wasn't in it. I could
taste the cum on the tip of his cock. He started to moan
and I knew that he was close to cumming. When he finally
came, I was relieved. He stood up and put his pants back
on.
"That's my girl." He said.
His friends were over every day. It was always Joe and the
guy, who I later found out, called himself "The Deliverer".
Sometimes there would be other girls there, but mostly it
was them. Together, they would make the stuff and
distribute it to the dealers who came by the house. They
would even put the stuff into pies and bread that were sold
at the diner. Joe started having me make trips to the
dealer's houses. They would ask for some sex, then give me
a shot as payment. Either that or beat me up. This went on
for months. We didn't do anything except make and
distribute the stuff. His mom wouldn't even let me in the
diner anymore.
"Time for another delivery, my little Angel of Mercy." The
Deliverer said. I got up and took the package from him. It
was on the other side of town. I went out and found a taxi.
The ride downtown was nice. The weather was beautiful and
Memorial Day was right around the corner. Made me think of
summers at the beach with my parents. I almost started to
cry again.
"Here ya are lady." The cab driver said. "That'll be
$3.40."
I reached into my purse. "Here a ten. Wait for me." He took
it and I walked out of the cab. The building was a
beautiful brownstone in a very nice section of town. I
walked up to the door and rang the bell. An older man in
shorts and a T-shirt answered.
"Hi." I said. "I have a package for Tom. It's from Joe."
"He's right inside, young lady." He answered. "Follow me,
please." He led me down a long hallway to a dark parlor. I
stopped, but he continued inside. "It's all right, girl."
He said.
This didn't feel right and I turned to head out, dropping
the package on the floor. I didn't get far. From out of one
of the side room came two police officers. They grabbed my
arms and held me tight. The older man walked back in and
took off the gray wig he was wearing. His bright red hair
shown again the overhead lights.
"Shit!" I said, quietly.
"Girl, you are in big trouble." The man said.
I was led back to the parlor by the two policemen and told
to sit in a chair. The man read me my rights, then
continued.
"My name is Detective Lieutenant Thomas Willowbough." He
said. "We've been watching you for months." He sat in a
chair across from me. "We've been trying to get enough
evidence to arrest you and your boyfriend, but never had
it." He stood up and took the package off the floor. "Until
today." He opened the package and stuck his finger inside,
then tasted it. "Good shit too." He said. "Now, tell me
which apartment your pals are in."
Willowbough got right in my face. I couldn't do that to
Joe. No matter what he's put me through, I need him and
love him.
"I don't know." I replied.
Willowbough sighed. "I was hoping not to have to do this
the hard way." He said and slapped me hard across the face.
I would have fallen over had it not been for the other two
officers holding my chair.
"I'm going to ask you again. And this time, I want the
correct answer. Where is your boyfriend?" I said nothing.
Willowbough sighed again and punched me in the face. Blood
ran down my chin and dripped on my dress. "Shame it has to
be this way."
He said, punching me hard in the stomach. I bent over and
threw up. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back up. I
could taste a mix of blood and vomit. I felt like I was
going to throw up again.
"One more time." He asked. "Where are they?"
I said nothing. He nodded to the officers and I felt
something against the back of my skull and I passed out.
***
When I came to, I was lying on a bed. A man was standing
over me applying pressure to my face. I tried to sit up
quickly, but he placed his hand firmly on my shoulder.
"Easy, young lady." He said. "If you move too quickly,
you'll start bleeding again."
"Where am I?" I asked, groggily.
"Jail." He said. "You came in pretty beat up. We took you
right to the infirmary."
Two large men walked into the room. One was Willowbough,
the other I didn't know. Willowbough walked over to the
man.
"How is she, Doctor?" he asked. The doctor shook his head.
"Not very well." He replied. "Whoever beat her up, did a
pretty good job. She's got a broken nose and probably
internal bleeding." I shot up, franticly. The doctor put
his hand on my shoulder and pushed me back down.
"Can she talk?" he asked. "We need information about the
people she was working with."
The doctor nodded. "She can. But she needs better attention
than I can give her." He looked at Willowbough and left. He
walked closer to me. I could smell his cologne. After what
happened at the house, there was no telling what he might
do.
"We really need that information from you, young lady."
Willowbough said, forcefully. He had his one hand on my
leg, running it up and down. "Things will go much easier
for you if you tell us what we need to know." He looked
back and whistled. Two officers entered the room and closed
the door. They walked over to me with a sick, twisted look
on their faces. "Is your memory improving?" Willowbough
asked.
I was too scared to speak. I opened my mouth but no sound
came out. He reached up and ripped off my panties. For some
strange reason, this excited me. He reached his hand back
up and smiled.
"A little wet, huh? Perhaps you like this rough treatment
after all?"
He grabbed my pussyhair and held on tight. The pain was
almost unbearable and I opened my mouth to scream. Quickly,
Willowbough threw my panties in my mouth and one of the
officers placed duct tape over it. I couldn't say anything.
"Can't have you annoying the neighbors, can we?" one of the
officers said. The other laughed. Willowbough shot them
both a look and they shut up. He still had hold of my hair.
I grimaced in pain every time he adjusted his grip.
"I just want to help you hon.," Willowbough said. "Write
down their names. That's all I want."
The second officer brought over a pad and a pen. He placed
the pen in my hand, as Willowbough tightened his hold
again.
"If you tell me who he is, I promise we'll get you the
attention that you need. Will that help?" He pulled and I
nodded a wholehearted yes.
"Good." He smiled.
I grabbed the pen and wrote Joe's name. I cried as I wrote.
Partly from the pain, but also from the fact that he would
wind up here. I still loved him. Willowbough finally let go
and I sighed. He smiled and nodded at the first officer.
The officer then reached up and ripped off my top, then my
bra. The other took off my skirt. I was completely naked in
front of these men, except for my heels and socks.
Willowbough put his hand back on my leg and ran it up and
down again. I started to kick but he hit me, hard, knocking
me back. He grabbed my leg and the officer grabbed my arms
over my head. Although I had been naked in front of
hundreds of men in the last few months, this was more
frightening than even that first night on stage.
"She's got a great body, doesn't she boys?" Willowbough
finally said after a long silence.
"Oh yeah." The second one said. "I'd love to bang her,
man... uh, I mean sir."
Willowbough smiled. "Her skin is very soft and smooth. Why
don't you check it out for yourself?"
The officer smiled back and ran his rough hands up and down
my body. He started at my stomach and reached down around
my pussy and along the inside of my legs. He then reached
behind and along my ass; along the stomach again and around
my breasts. A moment later, there was a knock at the door.
"Everything okay in there, detective?" It was the doctor.
"We're just about done here." Willowbough yelled.
The officer that had been all over me walked over and
grabbed a gray top and pants and threw them on my stomach.
"Put those on."
He let go of my legs. I sat up, removed the tape and
started to put on the clothes. The first officer went and
opened the door as I pulled the top over my body. The
doctor walked in.
"Did you get what you wanted, Tom?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah." He answered. "And then some."
"Good. Let's go get her partners." He walked over to me and
helped me off the table. "Come on, girl."
"What about my medical attention?" I asked. Willowbough and
the officers laughed boisterously.
"All you have, Hon, is a few bruises." The doctor answered.
"You'll be fine." He smiled. I felt like a fool.
"Come on." Willowbough said. "Let's go."
The two officers grabbed my arms and led me out the door to
a cell door. It opened and the men threw me inside. I sat
on the bench and started to cry. I can't believe this is
happening to me. Why did I ever agree to give up my year? A
few moments later, Joe was escorted down the hall and into
the next room. As he walked by, he ignored me. Didn't even
look my way. When he entered the cell, he never looked my
way.
"Joe? Joe, honey?" I said. He continued to ignore me.
"You've got to do something. I... I need a fix, bad hon."
He turned and sat on the bed, still not saying a word.
An hour later, the guards walked towards Joe's cell. His
mother walked behind them. They opened his door and he
walked out. His mother hugged him, hard.
"Oh, my boy. My poor innocent boy!" she yelled. "This is
all a frame! My son would never do something like what you
say." They walked back towards the door. I ran to the bars.
"Mae!! Mae! Don't leave me here!!" I yelled. She stopped
and looked puzzled.
"I'm sorry, my dear." She said. Her face was right up
against the bars. "You must have me confused with someone
else. My name is Sally."
Her look was frightening. It said that I would be taking
the wrap for everything. That she would be doing what ever
was necessary to protect her son. I backed away from the
bars and sat on the bed. As they passed, Joe turned and
smiled evilly. My stomach dropped. This was it. I would
spend the next few years in jail and never become myself
again. The thought made me sick and I threw up in the sink
next to the bed. I would be this junkie woman for the rest
of my life.
The night was long and cold. I lay there sweating, unable
to control the shakes I was getting. In the back of my
clouded mind, I knew it was from the drugs that I had been
forced to take. But there was more. It was desperation,
despair, and the realization that this was the end. I was
having horrible dreams.
I was dancing on stage again, but this time, it was a sex
show. I was lying on the stage wearing only a string
bikini, surrounded by 4 men. Each one was running his hands
all over my body. They removed my clothes and started to
remove theirs. Their cocks erect and waiting for me. I
raised my hands and was jerking off two of them. One was in
my mouth and the last in my pussy. I couldn't stop. No
matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop. They stood over
me. The two in my hands turned into needles and I thrust
them into my breasts.
Taking all the nectar inside and wanting more. The one in
my mouth got larger and larger. It was closing off my
throat and I couldn't breathe. The one in my pussy just
kept pumping away. My head was throbbing and my breath, or
what I could get of it, was shorter and shorter. The
audience was loving it and throwing money all over the
stage. They couldn't get enough. Finally, blissfully, the
one in my mouth came. It fell down my throat and out my
mouth. I was drowning. The needles in my breasts were
filling up again and shooting more stuff into me. The room
began to fill up with cum. Enough so that eventually, I was
submerged. I couldn't get up. The four men stayed on top of
me and continued to fuck my mouth and pussy. I closed my
eyes and screamed...
***
I awoke to the sound of my door opening. The doctor entered
along with an officer. I was naked and covered in sweat. He
sat on the bed and put his hand to my forehead.
"Withdrawal." He said. The officer nodded and lifted my
naked body off the bed. He walked me down the hall and into
one of the rooms. He lay me down and applied straps to my
arms and legs. "Just a precaution." He said, smiling.
"We're going to get all that nasty stuff out of your
system."
He walked out and closed the door. I was alone and scared.
'So this was detox', I thought. 'This is my ride through
Hell!'
I struggled all through the summer trying to get the junk
out of my system. Two things kept me going; finding Joe and
making him pay for this, and Seeing Veronica at the end of
the year to get my body back. I needed to live for that.
The doctors kept track of my progress and, in September,
finally told me I would be free to go at the end of the
month.
"Really??" I shouted. "I can't believe it."
"Believe it." The doctor said. "You've made wonderful
progress. I think you're ready to go. The judge has decided
to let your time here count as time served for your crimes.
Do you have a place to stay?"
I thought about it. "I have a friend who I think will put
me until I get myself together." I replied. He smiled.
"Well, get yourself together." He finished. "You'll be out
in 10 days.
I left the treatment center that bright sunny September
afternoon. I haven't felt this alive for a very long time.
I wore a new fall dress, with little black shoes. The
center had their stylist do my hair up in a cute little
bun. This was great. I would go to see Michelle and
hopefully, she would put me up for a while. I would go out
and find a real job and wait until December. I walked up
the steps to Michelle's apartment and ran the bell. There
was a delay and I rang again.
"Hello?" she said. "Who is it?"
"Michelle. It's Veronica." I answered. There was a long
pause.
"Oh." She said.
The buzzer rang and I threw the door open. I ran up the
stairs, taking two at a time, and knocked at the door. She
opened the door slowly, wearing tank top and bikini
panties. She looked drowsy.
I walked to her and hugged her tightly. "Michelle, it's so
good to see you. I was such a fool." I said. She stood
there with her arms at her sides. I backed away. "Is
everything all right?"
She backed away from the door. "Fine." She said. "You
caught me napping."
I smiled. She looked great. I felt like jumping her right
there. "I need to talk to you."
She shook her head. "It's not a good time." She replied.
"Can you come back tomorrow?" My jaw dropped.
"Actually, no." I said. "I need to talk to you."
She sighed. "Give me a minute." She closed the door and I
waited. She finally opened the door. She had put a robe on
over her shirt and panties and had fuzzy slippers on her
feet. "Come on in."
I walked past her into the apartment. She had changed a few
things here and there, but for the most part it looked the
same.
"It really is great to see you." I said. "I've had a
horrible few months. You wouldn't believe what's been
happening to me." Michelle kept looking at the bedroom as I
spoke. After telling the whole story, she got up.
"I really have to ask you to leave." She said. "I have to
get ready to go to work." It was time to put my cards on
the table.
"Michelle." I said, taking her hand. "I need a place to
stay for a while. Just until I find a job and get myself
together. It'll be just like old times." She angrily moved
her hand away.
"So that's what this was all about?" she screamed. "You
thought that I would just pick up and continue as if
nothing happened? As if you didn't break my heart?!" She
stood up and headed for the front door. "Get the fuck out
of my house!" she yelled.
I got up slowly. "Michelle, I'm really in a fix."
"Tough Shit!" she yelled. She closed the door and stomped
back to me. "I can't believe you! I've gotten on with my
life." The bedroom door opened and a tall, statuesque blond
walked out. She was completely naked, smoking a cigarette.
"Are you having a problem, Michelle?" she asked. Her voice
was gruff.
"No... No hon." She replied.
She walked over to her and kissed her cheek. The woman
ripped off Michelle's robe. It was then that I noticed the
bruises all over her arms and legs.
The woman turned to me. "I think you'd better leave." She
said. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes.
"Goodbye, Michelle." I replied.
I walked slowly out of the room and closed the door. I
could hear yelling and screaming behind me along with the
sound of slapping. I closed my eyes and cried. I felt so
bad. Bad for Michelle and bad for myself. We separated and
both our lives turned to shit. I walked out into the
sunshine. Where to go? I supposed I could get a room at a
local hotel until I find a place. I walked aimlessly out
into the streets. A car pulled up next to me.
"Excuse me, Miss." The man said. He was an older man with
dark wavy hair. His sideburns were gray and he wore
glasses. He had a map across the passenger's seat. He held
it up. "Can you tell me how to get to Canasta Street? I
appear to be a bit lost." He smiled embarrassed.
I smiled back and walked to the car. "Okay, take this
road..."
That was all I got out before I felt someone grab my hands
and place a cloth over my mouth. Things started to get
fuzzy and I blacked out.
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