Chapter 2
Helen was shocked when Ruby said that to her, but she waited until they were out on the streets again before questioning her further.
"Are you thinking of moving on?" she asked.
"Yeah," Ruby said. "I don't know what I wanna do, but I'm sick of spreading my pussy for any cock that wants it, know what I mean?"
"How do you do it?" Helen asked.
"I don't know," Ruby said. "All I know is that Jimmy ain't gonna like it, and I know he's gonna hassle me, and... sshhh, don't say anything. Here he comes."
Helen saw Jimmy walking across the street, in their direction. He had obviously seen them walk down after their Johns had left, and he was coming over for his money. Helen was already pulling out his thirty-percent share.
"You look like you had two rich ones," he said as he stood in front of them.
"Yeah, one of them had money," Helen said. "We made forty each from them, and for twenty minute's work, that ain't bad."
"Nah, not bad at all," he said, taking the money and greedily slipping it into his pocket. "Now, is that it for you, Ruby?"
"Sure thing," she said. "I've had it for the night, Jimmy. I'm just gonna go home and flop into bed. By the way, do you have it?"
"You know I wouldn't forget you," Jimmy said.
Jimmy looked so ominous in his black pants and black coat. His coat collar was pulled up around his neck. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet.
"How much?" Ruby asked him.
"Twenty," he said, and the black hooker pulled out a twenty and gave it to him. She stuffed his packet into her pocket. "I'll see you tomorrow."
She turned and started walking down the street.
Helen had wanted to ask her so much what she was talking about when she said she would be leaving soon, but she didn't have the chance. Jimmy was still standing there, and she felt his hand moving toward hers.
He stuck something in her hand that felt like a pill.
"How much?" she asked him.
"Just take it," he said. "My treat."
Helen was used to popping things in her mouth without looking at them at this point in her life, so she did just that. A few seconds later, she felt so mellowed out.
"I'm getting kind of tired tonight, Jim," she said to her pimp. "Do you think it would be okay for me to split?"
"No," he said. "I have one more customer for you. I was waiting for you to come down because I know this guy is perfect for you."
"Where is he?" Helen asked.
"Standing right across the street, outside of that theater. See him there under the marquee. The one in the trench coat."
Helen squinted. It was black as pitch outside, and the only light she had to see the man under was the dim light from the movie marquee. As Jimmy pointed to the man, he started walking across the street toward her.
She thought that he seemed kind of strange, and he gave her the creeps.
"Now, ain't she as beautiful as I told you?" Jimmy asked the man, and he opened one of Helen's dress buttons to show off more tit.
"Yeah," the man said, rather coldly.
"Just go with him," Jimmy said to Helen. "We already talked price and he's supposed to give you fifty when you're through."
Helen couldn't understand that. Fifty was a great deal of money for a straight fuck. The normal fee was twenty.
Still, she knew that she couldn't refuse a customer, especially when Jimmy had already made the arrangements.
"Come this way, baby," she said to the man.
She took his hand and started to lead him off the street and up the narrow flight of stairs that led to her hotel room. She noticed that the man seemed to be uncomfortable, and wondered if it was his first time with a hooker.
Whenever she was with a man, she always tried to loosen him up, for if the man was content, it always made for a better tip.
As he followed her up the stairs, she wiggled her ass a little more. She opened the top few buttons of her dress so that when she reached her apartment door and turned around, her large tits were practically falling out.
"Now isn't this what you'd call a nice set?" she asked, rubbing her tits and pushing them together. It was as if she was holding them out as an offering.
"Nice," the man said, coldly.
She slipped her key in the door and walked into the room. She flicked on the light and then walked toward the bed.
She started to strip, but the man stayed near the closed door.
"Now," she said. "I'm into almost everything that a man could want. However, I draw the limit when it comes to being tied up. I was tied up once and the guy just ran off and left me tied up when he was through. So no ropes, okay?"
As she spoke, she slid her dress off and opened her bra. Her large tits popped out and she rubbed her throbbing red nipples, in order to entice him more.
The man in the trench coat moved closer, and closer still when she pulled her panties down and exposed her thick blonde bush and red, wet pussy lips.
She smiled at him as he reached out and touched one of her nipples. However, she was a little upset about the fact that he hadn't opened his trench coat yet. She moved her hand down to his crotch and started to stroke him through his coat.
That was when she felt how limp he was. There wasn't the slightest trace of a hard-on.
"Come on," she said. "I'll do anything you want to get you up."
The man started to stroke her short blonde hair, then rubbed his fingers over her eyes. She thought it was nice, and closed her eyes slowly.
As soon as her eyes were closed, her shoved her flat on the bed. She felt something cold against her neck, and when she opened her eyes, she saw him holding a large knife against her throat. He pressed it against her skin, but didn't pierce her flesh.
"I want what you said you wouldn't give me, but I'm going to get it anyway."
Just then, Helen saw a piece of thick cord dangling from his coat pocket.
He pulled it out with one hand, then told her to put her hands up over her head. At first, she was hesitant, and he pressed the knife against her throat even harder. She resigned herself to the fact that he was going to tie her.
As she felt him binding her wrists, so tight that she knew her hands would start throbbing soon, she closed her eyes and started thinking about the first time she had been tied up.
It had happened when she first started working.
A pleasant enough looking businessman with a briefcase had come up to her and asked her if he could go up with her.
She had agreed, since it was her business.
As soon as the man had her in the room, he pulled out some ropes and told her that he wanted to tie her up. She had gone along with it that time because it was new to her. Besides, Jimmy had always taught her to satisfy the customers.
As soon as the man had her tied, he started to slap her tits. She had pleaded with him not to do that, but he had continued. No matter how much she squirmed, once her hands were tied she was defenseless. There was no way out.
The blond businessman had a huge, thick cock, and when he pulled it out of his pants he started to slap her across the face with it. She opened her mouth to try and suck him between her lips, but he made sure that she didn't keep him in her mouth too long. He whipped her all over her body with his cock.
When it came to fucking her, he rammed his way in so hard that she thought she might have been bleeding.
He came rather fast, then started jerking himself off to get hard again. When she had threatened him, telling him that she would scream if he continued, he stuffed her bra in her mouth. He fucked her large tits when his cock was hard again, then ended the session by fucking her ass. Afterwards, he had dressed and left her. She tried to spit the bra out of her mouth so she could plead for her money, but he was gone by then.
She had eventually spit the bra out of her mouth, and then she started to yell for help. Her neighbor soon freed her.
When she told Jimmy about it, later that same night, she was so frantic that he had to give her three downs to calm her.
"The guy was fucking crazy, Jimmy. I won't get into something like that anymore. I just won't. It's too scary and makes me feel too defenseless."
Now that she was tied again, she started thinking.
Jimmy had said himself that he spoke with the man. He must have known that the man wanted a whore he could tie and abuse. Jimmy knew that she hated it, and yet, he had set her up with the man.
He had also given her the down, and she could feel it still taking effect. At least it was keeping her from being as nervous as she had been the first time.
After the man had her tied, he took off his hat.
He had short red hair, and she finally could see his face, too. He looked like he was in his thirties, and he had a few red freckles on his face.
He started to unbutton his coat, and as he pulled it open, she saw that he had all kinds of whips underneath. He let the coat fall to the floor and pulled one whip out from the inside lining.
Under the coat, he wore a regular blue pin-stripe business suit.
Helen looked down at his groin. She could see that his cock was now hard and pressing against his pants for freedom.
"Come on and let me suck that for you," she said.
Her voice even sounded woozy and affected by the drug Jimmy had given her.
When she said that to him, he seemed to get more upset. He pulled the whip back and lashed it across her belly. He hit her so hard that she could see a red mark as the whip slid across her skin.
"You fucking whore," he said. "You're all alike. All you want to do is get us to come and then get us the fuck out, right? Well, that ain't the way it's gonna work with me, baby. No way."
He hit her again and again with the whip, and she could see him starting to open his suit jacket. He let it fall to the floor, then started on his shirt.
He had a hairy chest, and she licked that. She figured that when he would fuck her, his chest would rub over her nipples and that would turn her on. It always did.
The man stepped out of his shoes, then opened his pants and slid them to his legs. He wore a pair of blue bikini underwear, and she couldn't believe how big his cock bulge looked. However, he made no attempt to pull his underwear down yet.
Instead, he walked over to the bed and moved his mouth to hers. As he kissed her and pressed his tongue into her mouth, she started to suck on it. He let his fingers wander down over her belly. He played with her pussy hairs, then started to pull on her pussy lips, hard.
She could feel how much he was stretching them, but she hardly felt any pain from it. The down was doing it all, she knew.
Her muscles were so relaxed that he could have done anything to her without making her feel any pain, Helen realized.
That realization did scare her, however. Since she couldn't actually feel any pain, she knew that he could do things to her that might scar her permanently. He could make her bleed, and she wouldn't feel it, but as soon as the down wore off, the pain would start up. It was like getting novocaine from a dentist before he pulled a tooth. You wouldn't feel the pain from that pulled tooth until after the novocaine wore off, but when it did, the pain was always intense.
He started to pinch her clit, and she could feel her pussy getting wet. She was happy about that because at least her cunt would be lubricated if he tried to do anything else to hurt her inside.
"What do you want me to do?" she moaned.
"You don't have to do anything. Just lie there like the whorish bitch you are."
Helen didn't mind being a whore, but she was not proud of it, either. She did, however, hate the fact that he was calling her one again and again.
"Look," she said, moaning a little with real passion from her fingered pussy, "I don't give a shit what you do now, but the name's Helen, okay? I don't like it when you call me a whorish bitch."
He spit on her face, and she felt his saliva dripping down her cheek.
"That's what you are, aren't you?" he asked.
He looked at her with such an intense hatred, that she got very scared. When she didn't answer him, he slapped her across the face twice, hard!
"Aren't you?" he asked. "That's all you are. A whorish bitch."
She could feel her bottom lip trembling. The pain on her face was a throbbing pain, and it was the one place she didn't want him to hit her.
She didn't want to be scarred and out of work like her friend had been.
"Aren't you?" he repeated a third time, pulling his hand back as if he was going to smash his fist against her face this time. When Helen saw his clenched fist and realized that he meant business, she started shaking her head up and down.
Her wrists were throbbing like crazy now.
"Yes," she moaned. "I'm a cheap, whorish bitch. That's all I am. A cheap whore."
He smiled at her when she said that, as if he got satisfaction from hearing it.
Then he moved his mouth down to one of her nipples and started to suck on it. He flicked his tongue back and forth over the very tip of it, and just as the pleasure was reaching a terrific high for her, he bit it hard.
She could feel his teeth grinding together, and her nipple was right between the uppers and lowers. However, aside from some throbbing, she didn't feel any pain.
Still, she wasn't feeling much pleasure. She just thought about getting the John off and then getting him the hell out of her room.
He sucked on one nipple for a long time, continuously grinding his teeth. As he moved his mouth to her other nipple, she raised her head a bit. She could see how bitten and chewed her first one was.
She thought she was going to cry, but she was too stoned.
As the man bit her other nipple, he let his hand fuck her pussy, still. He was thrusting his fingers in and out of her cunt with more and more aggression. She sensed that his nails could have been scratching her pussy walls, but there was no way that she could tell. The drug was masking everything.
It did not mask her orgasm, however, and she could feel it rising steadily. As her pussy started to spasm around the man's fingers, he pulled them out.
Her pussy was aching now, with a need to come. Her body was sweating a little, and she tried to rub her legs together.
"None of that," the man said, yanking them apart hard as he pulled his mouth away from her second bitten nipple. "You're not gonna come until I tell you that you're gonna come, hear that whore?"
"Yes," she said, her lower lip trembling.
The man straddled her body next, sitting on her belly. She wished that he would pull off his underwear already. She could feel his weight knocking the air out of her, and she figured that if he was going to sit on her, the least he could do was pull his underwear down so she could feel his naked ass flesh and see his cock.
He cupped her two tits and started to push them together. As he did, he pressed her nipples in with his fingers.
"Jesus," she moaned. That time she felt the pain.
As she looked at the man's crotch, she could see a few wet spots in front. She knew that his cock was probably so hard and ready for fucking. He was dripping drops of come from the tip, that's how excited he was.
"Like that, baby?" he moaned, and his moan assured her that he did.
She shook her head no, because she didn't want to say the word. She knew that he would probably hit her if she told him she didn't like it, and since he had his eyes closed as he asked her, she could shake her head without him seeing.
"If you like that, you'll probably love this," he said.
He opened his eyes, then leaned over and pulled his trench coat off the floor.
He reached into one pocket and pulled a lighter out.
He flicked it on, then moved it closer to her already abused nipple. As she felt the heat coming closer to her body, she started to moan and beg.
"Please don't burn me," she said. "Please. I can't afford to have you burn me like that, baby. Oh, please, don't."
He moved the flame close enough so that her nipple started to burn with a sense of the heat. However, he never brought it close enough so that her skin was actually burning, and in the end, she had to be thankful for that much.
After he held the lighter under one, he moved it to her other nipple.
"How would you like a flaming cunt?" he asked.
"God, no! You're going to kill me. You will."
The man panted when she said that. It seemed that the thought of killing her was exciting him more than anything else.
Helen started thinking about Ruby and what she had said about Jimmy and how he would probably hassle her if she told him she was leaving the streets. She thought that Jimmy was mean enough to do something bad to Ruby.
He had to be, especially if he was mean enough to stick her with this client.
She knew that she was going to have it out with Jimmy as soon as she hit the streets again when the man was finished. If she hit the streets.
For the possibility that Jimmy was having this man deal with her in some way, to the point of death perhaps, was now running through her mind. The man seemed to get off on the thought of killing her, and maybe Jimmy had hired him to do just that.
Helen couldn't imagine why, however. She had always been good to Jimmy.
She knew, for a fact, that some of the other girls who worked for him cheated him out of a great deal of money. For instance, if a girl fucked and sucked a man and got thirty dollars from him, she might only tell Jimmy that she had fucked him. Therefore, she would only be giving Jimmy his percentage for the fucking, keeping all the money from the sucking for herself.
Helen had always been too scared to do something like that, which was why she never did it. Also, she liked Jimmy.
He had helped her out of many situations. Once, a black man had pulled her into an alley. She had tried to struggle with him because he wanted to fuck her right there. However, he had been too rough with her, and he was hurting her badly and almost getting his way.
As he pushed her down so she could suck his cock first, she noticed that he started to slump forward. She moved out of the way so he wouldn't fall on her.
As she stood up, Jimmy was standing there with a large club in his hand.
"Let's get the fuck out of here," her pimp had said. "I don't know if this nigger's dead or not, but let's not wait around to find out."
When they got to her room for a drink, she thanked Jimmy for saving her. He had been standing across the street when he had seen the big nigger drag her off to an alley, and he had run there to save her.
Perhaps, she thought for one second, he had no idea that this redheaded man was planning to tie her. She hoped that maybe Jimmy would come upstairs and save her now.
The man clicked the lighter off, after holding it under her other nipple for a long enough time to make it quite hot.
By that time, there were so many wet stains on the front of his underwear that she wasn't at all sure if he had come or not.
She wished that he would have pulled his cock out of his pants so she could tell.
As soon as she thought about that, it happened. The man lifted his ass off her belly and slid his underwear down under his cock and balls in the front.
Helen could see that his cock was nice and long, but, it was thinner than any cock she had ever seen. She wondered if that could have been his hang-up.
For most men into things like bondage and abuse, she knew, had certain hang-ups about their own sexuality that only the bondage could cure. When she thought about how his cock had been so limp before tying her, and how he had gotten hard instantly as soon as she was bound, it only confirmed her point. The man moved his cock between her tits and rubbed them together. Then he started to thrust his cock back and forth.
"Flick your tongue over my cock head, bitch," he commanded.
Helen lifted her head as best she could and started to thrust her tongue out as far as possible. He was making it quite hard for her, purposely she could sense, and the first few times, he pulled back just before her tongue touched him, then blamed it on her, then slapped her across the face.
She prayed that her cheeks wouldn't swell up.
When she felt the man's cock starting to throb between her tits, she was sure that he was going to come. However, he stopped thrusting so hard and as he did, the intense cock pulsations subsided.
"Did you really think I was going to come between your tits?" he asked.
She shook her head yes, and he started to laugh.
"Baby, I'm not paying you to come on your tits," he said. "I'm paying you to come in your asshole."
"What?" she asked. She had assumed that he was going to fuck her pussy. He had fingered her pussy so much that she needed a cock inside to relieve her aching.
"Yeah, baby, I'm gonna fuck that ass of yours. How do you like that?"
"I like it okay," she said, referring to a regular ass fuck. "But in this case, I wanted you to fuck my pussy."
Suddenly, his anger raged up again. He moved his two hands to her nose and started to squeeze. She could feel him squeezing all the breath out of her, and her eyes started to bulge as he continued.
Helen began to gag. She knew he was going to kill her.
She closed her eyes and resigned herself to death. When she didn't see her life flashing before her eyes, something she had always heard that happened before death, she somehow knew he wasn't going to really kill her.
She felt his grip loosen up just then, and when she opened her eyes, he was smiling again. His hard-on was twitching up and down with excitement.
"You wanted me to fuck your pussy," he said. "No fucking cheap whore tells me what the hell to do with my cock, got it?"
She shook her head up and down and tried to form the word yes with her lips. She didn't have much energy, however, and although she mouthed the word, no sound left her throat. There was only a choking pain.
Meanwhile, the man was sliding down her body to her pussy.
He took hold of his cock and rubbed his cock head against her cunt. She somehow sensed that even if he were to fuck her cunt, she wouldn't get off because he was so thin. Ever since she had been working steadily, taking on an average of four men a night, only thick cocks had their effect on her pussy.
An average-sized cock, in length and width, could only turn her on if the man knew how to use it right to grind it against her clit.
She wondered if this man had trouble making women come with his long, thin member.
He slid all the way down her legs and then pushed them up over her head. She started to groan as she felt him sliding his cock head near her asshole.
"Hey, you love it really, don't you?" he asked her.
"Sure," she said to him. "Anything you say."
He grabbed her pussy hair and pulled on a tuft, hard. She yelped in pain.
"Don't put on that fucking attitude with me, you bitch," he said to her. "I don't like shit like that, understand."
"I don't like shit like this either," she said.
He slapped her across the face twice.
"What the fuck do you like?"
"I thought you were going to fuck my cunt," she said to him. "You worked me up and now you're only going to fuck my asshole Go ahead and get it over with."
She was surprised when he made no attempt to enter her. Instead, he leaned forward and pulled his coat closer again. He reached into the lining and pulled out the thickest dildo that she had ever seen.
She was sure that he had bought such a thick dildo because he felt inferior with his own thin cock.
"All right, bitch," he said, "you want your cunt filled with a cock? I'll fill it with this cock. How's that?"
She wanted to plead with him. The phallus was so fucking thick, and she knew that she could take it in, as long as he went slowly.
However, she had no time to plead with him, for as soon as he had the phallus near her cunt, he rammed it into her.
She groaned in pain. It was even worse because once he rammed it in, he left it in. Then he moved his cock near her asshole again, pushing her knees up closer to her head. He rubbed his cock over her asshole, then thrust in.
She hardly even felt her ass stretch to take the man's thin cock in. But she did let out a moan, even if it was phony. As he started to fuck her with his cock, he started to move the dildo in and out of her pussy.
"Yeah, baby, that's right. Moan like the cheap whore you are. Moan, even if you don't feel anything but a need to make me come and get it over with. Yeah, baby. Bullshit your moans to try and make me think you're getting off on me."
Helen hated this man more than any other client she had ever been with.
She could understand how Ruby felt a need to get out of the business. Clients like the redheaded man gave prostitution a bad name.
His cock started to throb in her asshole, and as it did, she hoped that he would come. She started to squirm her ass a bit, hoping that it would make him higher with pleasure. She could feel her own pleasures rising a bit, too, for now that her cunt was used to the thickness of the dildo, the thing was starting to bring her some pleasure.
She could feel her pussy spasming around it.
"Oh, this is it for me," the man moaned, and then she felt him shooting his come into her asshole. As soon as he was spent, he pulled right out.
He pulled the dildo out of her cunt, too, right when her orgasm was reaching its peak. Her feelings began to subside slowly.
Helen couldn't believe that he had pulled the dildo out of her cunt without giving her a chance to come. She knew that the client was only supposed to satisfy himself, but she was still pissed.
The redheaded man pulled his underwear up and started to dress. He made no move to untie her, and she was sure he was going to fuck her over like the first guy who had tied her did.
When he was fully dressed, he slid the whip and the dildo back into the fining of his trench coat, then put it on. He put on his hat and looked ominous again.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked.
"Right," he said, and he pulled five ten dollar bills out of his coat and placed it on the dresser top. Then he walked over and untied her wrists.
She sat up and rubbed them together. She could feel the blood starting to circulate again, and she was happy about that.
"Is this the price you and the man settled on?" she asked, walking over to the dresser and counting the bills.
"Yes," he said, opening the door.
"Tell me one thing. Did you tell him what you wanted to do to me?"
"Of course. I told him what I wanted to do, and he said you were the perfect girl for it. You were, too. It was a good orgasm."
And then he was gone.