Roxanne (511 hits)
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Submitted by iradney (View user info) at 2006-10-13 02:20:42 EDT
I met Brian back when I was still turning tricks. No, he wasn't a John, but a waiter at one of the pub n grubs me n Cassie used to go to. We'd share a plate of chips and chain smoke, swapping stories and jokes in the early morning - to wind down after a long night on our backs or knees.
He was cute - not male-model gorgeous, but cute. He had floppy brown hair and earnest green eyes and had just enough padding to make holding him feel like home.
It started with some flirtation - Cassie would always tease me, saying that I "should have gotten enough of men by now". I just laughed her off, but now I see there was a hidden edge to her words.
Flirtation led to number-swopping, led to dating, led to meeting the family. We never slept together - Brian never pushed me, and I liked that. But after meeting his family, I had to tell him. I went into it out of necessity, not because I was some easy lay. I needed the money. My parents were both killed when I was in my last year of highschool, and they left barely enough money to cover the fees for the last term. When I graduated, I looked for jobs, but all of them didn't pay enough to even make the utility bill on my flat, let alone the rent.
Then, one night at a club, I bumped into Cassie. She was my age, but had loads of cash. She must've liked the look of me, or recognised an easy prey; because she latched onto me that night, and became my friend. After a few weeks of going out, with her buying drinks and food and even, on one occasion, a whole outfit for me, she told me how she got the money.
"I don't have a pimp, and I don't need one," she said flatly. "I make my own hours, and make a good amount of money. Hell, it's even mostly tax free coz it's cash!" She laughed that sexy hoarse laugh of hers.
It took some persuading, but I considered the growing pile of bills, the empty fridge and looming eviction, and caved.
My first trick was with a friendly middleaged man. He cracked jokes and came within minutes. I only had 3 rules: no barebacking, no bondage, no blood. This helped to weed out the freaks. After the first one, it wasn't so bad. But then I met Brian, and we got serious.
I was so scared when I told him. I waited for the threats, the name-calling, the disgust. But he sat there, taking it in, his solid body a little tensed up. The tension I felt was unbearable, until he gathered me in his arms and told me, "It's ok, baby. I love you for who are you, not what you do."
We both cried that night. Me for him being so loving, him for realising the depth of his love. I agreed to stop tricking, and he would help me find a job at the pub. He was studying Web Design, and was nearly finished - a matter of weeks. After that, he said, I could quit the job and be a housewife. Cassie tried to persuade me not to quit, that "he'll use you and drop you - all men are like that!" I disagreed, saying Brian was better than that. She shot back accusing me of being a snotty cow and thinking that she was below me. We parted on acrimonious terms.
A year went by, and Brian was working at a multi-corp. He was pulling good pay, and we were comfortable. I started playing with the idea of studying Interior Design, a secret passion of mine. We got engaged, made love for the first time, got a cat, bought a house, got married.
Then, after our 18 month anniversary, things turned an abrupt 180 degrees. Two of the directors in the company Brian was working for made off with $15 million. Amid scandal and tales of nepotism, corruption and blackmail, the company came crashing down and Brian with it.
I worried that we might not make our house payments, but Brian assured me he had put some money aside in case something like this happened.
"In any case," he told me, "I should get a job pretty quickly! I have experience and projects now to my name!"
But alas, the stench of the multi-corp scandal followed Brian everywhere, and companies were reluctant to hire someone who had worked for a company that had imploded so publicly.
We were getting desperate, and I started waitressing again. Brian tried to freelance, and the trickle of funds he received along with my tips helped keep us out the debt-collectors hands.
But every night, I would wake in my bed alone, and creep downstairs to see my husband, surrounded by bills and paper, furiously punching numbers into a calculator, trying to find a few extra bucks for us to work with.
I had to go back to tricking. I couldn't let Brian stress that way, but on the other hand, he could never find out. I already decided I would save the money up, and when it was a goodly amount I would tell him a distant aunt had passed away and left me some money. I would only need to hook for a month or so, I reasoned, just to help out a little.
But things were slow, people didn't have money for "luxuries" like cigarettes and hookers. One month turned into two. It was getting harder to hide it from Brian, until I told him I'd gotten a second job waitressing at a joint across town. He relaxed a little, but I could never shake the feeling he didn't quite buy it.
Then it happened. I was standing on the sidewalk, when I was knocked down by a kick to the knees.
"Well, look who's back," a familiar husky voice sneered. I looked up into Cassie's cold stare.
"Dump you did he? Told you he would. All men are the same. They fuck you then they leave. Hell, even my father did that!" she spat out at me.
I tried to explain that we'd fallen on hard times, but she must've been high or something. I'd never seen her like this - she had lost alot of weight and had dark circles under her eyes.
"Stupid uppity bitch!" SLAP! Her ring-laden hand met my face with such force that I spun back to the ground.
Then a pointed toe in the ribs. While she kicked and pummeled me, a stream of abuse poured forth from her mouth.
"Bitch! Stupid whore! How could you? How dare you think you're better than me!"
I curled up into a ball, trying to limit the amount of area she could reach. But a pointy toed stiletto boot is a surprisingly efficient weapon, and soon I was bleeding from dozens of wounds.
After a few minutes she seemed to forget who she was beating, and her insults and kicks grew more vicious.
"You fucking bastard! Look what you've done! You goddam asshole! I hate you! I HATE YOU!!"
By the time her insults had turned into screams and yells, I couldn't hear her. I'd passed out due to a combination of the pain and blood loss. It wasn't long after she'd worn herself out and stumbled off for a fix that I regained consciousness.
I tried to move, but it hurt. When I breathed, I coughed up blood. My left eye was swollen shut and I think she'd broken my shin. I lay on the sidewalk, gazing up at the stars with my right eye. They gradually became more and more blurry as my life pooled on the pavement - soon, there won't be enough....
User Reviews
Submitted by Danger_Ranger (user info) at 2006-10-20 21:40:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
hmm. I find it hard to believe that the fresh-faced author is a street strumpet. I find it even harder to say street strumpet. Combine it with sehs... SHE, SELLS street shelves on the street strumpet and it's nigh impossible. Please forward me a picture of this 'Brian', I am working on a project.
Submitted by Kent_Weirdo (user info) at 2006-10-20 21:39:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Come, now. You don't have to wear that dress tonight...
Submitted by BadAssJulie (user info) at 2006-10-20 21:16:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Didn't read it but auto +2 because my dog's name is Roxanne.
Submitted by matchoo (user info) at 2006-10-20 21:04:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Beautifully writen. A succint combination of your experiences vs. the ones you could have had.
well done
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-10-13 16:17:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-XANNE....
Submitted by firefly (user info) at 2006-10-13 15:27:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Targa (user info) at 2006-10-13 14:03:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
paying rent sucks.
Submitted by creep_firebombing (user info) at 2006-10-13 13:20:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
[bloop]
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2006-10-13 13:09:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
My rape slave brings all the rapes to the yard, and they're like: "Rape-rape-rape-rape rape!"
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2006-10-13 04:51:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Fucking hell
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2006-10-13 04:36:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by phuzzygish (user info) at 2006-10-13 03:50:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
'Stupid uppity bitch!'
'SLAP!'
Heh. It made me giggly.