Hostess at Ladies Night

Hostess at Ladies Night Pt. 7 By Samantha Burnett

--- This is a sequel to "Hostess at Ladies Night Pt. 6", and you should probably read the other chapters in the series to understand this one.

This story contains: Lesbian, Humiliation, Objectification, Reluctance, Anal, CFNF, NonConsent, Racism, Violence

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I crumpled slightly as I walked out of Big Mama's room without looking back, only to find my own small bikini set right outside the door where I left it. My legs were trembling, my anus hurting, and my thigh felt as if it just got hit by a bus.

I had to support myself against the wall outside the room to get back into that skimpy pink bikini I wish I never bought in the first place. I was still too overwhelmed, too shocked to contemplate what just happened. The thong actually hurt in my crack as I pulled it up.

I felt frustrated, hurt, scared, as I walked back through the large main space that seemed like the center of the house without any particular purpose. I figured I'd just go back to T's room to take a hot shower and pass out on the bed.

There was a group of three gangsters standing at the kitchen counter when I walked by. I didn't even look at them, I didn't want to look at anyone. It felt as if it was a walk of shame, coming out of that room.

People had seen me being used by Big Mama, some of them had seen how I was made into the old, small, but oh so aggressive woman's bitch completely.

I didn't look into anyone's eyes, but I just felt that they must be smirking at me as if they had won, as if I finally got the lesson I deserved, according to them and their constant accusations.

"Yo, Princess."

With a weary feeling, I turned my eyes towards the three gangsters. There was Bee, the older gangster woman whose crew I had to entertain last night, one of the much younger gangsters who was with her as well, and Alyssa. Alyssa had that ever present smile on her face while looking at me, baring her white teeth.

"Take a shower and put some clothes on, we're gonna go outside."

I nodded. What else could I do? Inked. I was going to be inked. The thought stressed me out completely, I stumbled and almost fell in the corridor towards the room where Alexa had me take a shower, change clothes and do my makeup before, preparing me for yet another deeply humiliating encounter.

I angrily kicked off the high heeled shoes, which made me grind my teeth because it just made my body hurt more, all over. With trembling fingers I took off the skimpy bikini as quick as I could, and I felt the tears well in my eyes as I got into the shower cabin. I sobbed under the very hot water for god knows how long. The hot water at least relaxed my muscles a bit, but mentally, I was in a daze full of demons.

As if in a state of apathy, I dried my hair, even brushed it with one of the brushes in the room, after finding my own bag in the corner of the room, and getting back into the much more comfy clothes I was wearing when I arrived here in the middle of the night with Gab - my Adidas sweat suit, my white tennis socks and sneakers, and much comfier white cotton panties.

I wasn't sure if I really thought I would be taken home, or whether it was wishful thinking, but I took my travel bag with me as I left the room, and walked back into the main area. The pain in my leg had become a bit more bearable, although I could still feel the pain in my ass very well with every step I took.

"What's with the bag?"

Bee looked at me with a serious face, her eyebrows raised, and I couldn't really tell whether she was acting or not. Alyssa was slightly behind her, smirking.

I didn't know what to answer.

"You ain't going anywhere. Leave the bag here."

She sounded as if she was correcting me. Correcting my way of thinking.

"Okay well, I.." I wanted to turn around to put it back in the room.

"Just leave it on the floor. Someone will take care of it."

Her eyes were focused on me, in a way that seemed as if she wanted to assert her control over me, ruling out every form of discussion.

"Okay.."

With a powerless, deeply disappointed feeling, and my legs feeling weak, I just put the bag on the floor. Leaving my bag in that open area even felt as if my privacy was intruded to an even larger extent.

"Aight, we're going."

She tapped the young gangster girl of her crew on the back of her head, crudely, but that just seemed to be their style, because the girl just walked with her without taking notice. All the gangsters dressed and looked similar. As if they were an army of some sort. Sneakers, baggy pants, and long shirts, most of them having braided hair, tightly over their heads.

I walked with them, submissively. As if they beat me into belonging to them. That's what it felt like, anyway.

With every step, I felt the dull pain in my leg, caused by being hit three times with that scary, thick cane by Big Mama. Her pimp stick. And even though I walked seemingly normally again, it felt as if I had just done a very extreme workout at the gym, but worse, as the pain concentrated so much in my right outer thigh. Even the thought of being hit with a stick freaked me out. I couldn't believe that actually happened.

I felt so helpless, like a little child, as they stepped into the car, both in the front, leaving me no choice but to step in the back.

The car radio turned on, and with that ever present hip hop music on loud, we passed by the heavily armed guards at the gate of the house a minute later, off the hill, and apparently towards the highway.

Bee and the younger gangster were exchanging words once in a while, but I couldn't understand what they were saying because of the loud music and their heavy slang. In a way, it was a moment of peace for me. Well, peace isn't the right word. Lonely despair.

I was supposed to be in college. I was supposed to have slept at home last night. I was supposed to have my normal life back, as if this whole stupid club thing never happened. I was supposed to have lattes with my friend Christine like nothing every happened. I wanted to see my younger sister on Skype being a goofball making faces while I called my parents.

It didn't take long before I had to wipe a tear off my face. And another. I was sobbing quietly, and from the corner of my eye I saw that Bee was checking on me in the rear view mirror. But she ignored the tears. She simply didn't seem to care.

The car exited the highway, and we drove into the downtown area. When we passed the street where my university was, I felt myself cringe. I didn't want to be seen in this car, even though that was impossible anyway, with the blinded windows.

A few blocks further down, the car stopped on the side of the road alongside a strip of stores. The gangsters got out, and I followed their lead. The younger gangster looked at me.

"You been cryin'?" she said, and she even smiled, as if it amused her. They were such bullies. Every single one of them.

I didn't know what to answer, and just slightly nodded, while she kept looking at me expectantly, on the sidewalk, where I grew paranoid about being seen with them. In public. And that was only because I didn't dare to not give any response at all.

"'s Alright baby, we gonna make you a real Tigres girl now, sure you gonna be proud."

Bee just stood waiting as the gangster girl who was probably even a few years younger than me, made me feel so small.

"Here, I'll take your hand," she said, and I swear the young girl had a sarcastic smile on her face as she took my hand.

I couldn't do anything about it. I was much taller than her, yet I felt like a child, as we walked towards a small door in between two stores, where Bee pressed the button next to the door.

We waited for a short while, before the door was opened by an older, somewhat butch looking woman, completely covered in tattoos. Even her face was completely covered.

Bee and the younger gangster greeted her the way they greeted other gang members, using gestures I still couldn't follow. The woman just looked at me, but didn't greet me. As if I wasn't one of them. Almost hostile, but indifferent at the same time.

We walked down a long corridor, before we entered a room on the right. It was something I had only seen from the outside so far, a tattoo studio. Drawings and photographs of tattoos all over the wall, a large leather chair in the middle with the backseat turned back, like a dentist chair, with a stool next to it, and two chairs against the wall. It felt as if I was going to get surgery. As if something was going to change here.

"So what's your name, baby," she then said to me, once we're all in side.

"Princess," I answered awkwardly, probably sounding quite nervous.

She didn't comment on my ridiculous name, but just gestured at the chair. She was probably used to it.

"Well why don't you lie down here for a while, Princess."

I walked towards the chair, my nerves increasing, while Bee and the younger gangster took a seat on the two chairs on the side of the room, paying attention only at their phones.

"How about you lift your sweater and shirt to your titties, and pull them pants down just a bit."

I did as she told me, ignoring the humiliating language she used. What could I do but ignore it, and let it all happen?

"That's right," she then said, as she took what looked like a pen, and started to draw on my naked skin, right above my hip.

I didn't want to look, but I looked. She was drawing a logo I had seen before a few times, maybe unconsciously. But as I kept watching, I started to recognize the Tigres logo. The tiger. I hoped that it would be at least very small, but it was definitely big enough to stand out immediately. I could tell she had done this many times before, and it didn't take her more than five minutes, that's what it felt like.

Then, when the tattoo machine finally hit my skin, the lights went out in my head, and I must have passed out for I don't know how long.

I wandered around in a confusing dream, trying to find my way out of a labyrinth, running through a thick blue fog.

It was only when I felt a plastic cup pressed against my lip that I started to wake up, barely being able to separate my strange dream from reality.

"There she is. Here, drink some water, baby," the tattoo artist sat next to me, and Bee and the younger gangster were standing next to my chair. I had actually passed out.

My sweater was still pulled up, and there was a bandage above my hip. But not only that. There was a small, blinking stud right at my navel. I was pierced, as well as inked. The skin around it was still a bit red. I felt so out of control. I couldn't get my thoughts in order.

"Bet you were partying all night, weren't you, falling asleep like that. So listen up. You gotta keep that bandage on for another few hours, and after that, you gotta moisturize there every once in a while, real good. And no hot tubs with clients for a few weeks."

I just nodded, still barely awake, hardly registering what she said.

"'s alright, she'll figure it out," Bee comments. "Aight, get up."

I carefully then let the sweater slide down, and with my leg still hurting, my skin above my hip aching, I walked out of the tattoo studio, back down the long corridor and towards the door, walking in front of Bee and the younger gangster.

Bee was saying goodbye to the tattoo artist, while the younger gangster handed me a strip of what looked like painkillers, after I opened the door and walked back to the car parked on the side of the road. I just took it, without saying anything.

"Some good shit to relax."

It's the only thing she said, right before I let the strip slide in my pocket, and the three of us went back into the car.

I wanted to go home. I wanted this nightmare to stop. Yet, it didn't seem like they were planning to take me home. My things were even at the gang's mansion still, including my wallet and my phone.

I saw normal life passing by, as I looked out of the car window from the back seat, looking at the people on the streets. People living in freedom. The blinded car windows were the only thing separating me from them.

My legs started to tremble a little as slowly, reality sank in yet again. How I was basically captured. How I was now marked for life, and having no idea how to live with that. How they had my body pierced without any consent from my side. I had ended up in a world of pure evil.

The car went up the highway again, but took an exit soon afterwards, in the direction of a large M sign. The younger gangster turned to me while we were still driving into that direction, and into the drive-through.

"What do you want, a Big Mac with fries?"

I nodded. As terrible as I felt, one of the few things I did now realize was that I was hungry, and I was not picky.

The car stopped along the intercom to place orders, and Bee did the talking. After a while, we were able to drive through to fetch our food. I actually felt lucky that I couldn't be seen by the girl behind the window delivering our order, although she must have known there was someone in the back, as Bee handed me my burger and a bag of fries.

We drove off, while Bee started to eat her burger behind the wheel. I only noticed how hungry I felt exactly as I started eating too. Wow, did I need that. The greasy, sugary meal kicked in, and for a moment, I actually felt a bit of peace inside, as I was finally able to fill my empty stomach. I don't think I had ever eaten that fast before, and I could fall asleep right then and there, after I finished it. Once the young gangster girl finished eating too, she turned and took the paper wraps of the burger and the completely empty paper bag for the fries from me, and just threw it out of her window. So very antisocial. But what else did I expect?

We kept driving, and some 10 minutes later, we arrived back at the mansion, at the highly secured gate. The guard on duty followed the security protocol strictly; stopping the car, taking a look inside, then letting us pass.

Immediately I felt how sore my body was as we got out of the car, and passed by the second guard, heavily armed in front of the back door of the house, near the parking lot.

The three of us walked back into the dreaded house, and I saw a small group of gangsters further down, talking to each other. Gab was with them, and as soon as she noticed us, she walked towards me.

"T's gonna be home soon, go to Alexa to prepare you, and take care of T when she comes."

No small talk, just orders. I nodded, and while still barely able to think clearly, I walked towards the hallway where Alexa's "office" was; the dressing and makeup room where I was a few times already.

When I opened the door, I saw her there sitting in the makeup chair, smoking and playing on her phone. I felt a bit awkward having to disturb her, but she got up by herself soon enough.

"Did it hurt?" she asked, apparently knowing exactly what happened.

I shook my head.

"I was asleep."

"Asleep? Through that..?"

She looked at me, clearly surprised, with what seemed like a slightly amused smile on her face.

I just nodded, with an awkward, clownesque smile, and I desperately wanted to see the humor of that little thing. Being able to laugh about something, anything, with anyone.

"I never hear that before," she remarked with her heavy European accent.

"I need to prepare for when T comes home."

"OK, clothes off," she pointed at the comfy clothes I was wearing, barely paying attention.

I started taking off the sneakers, the socks, the jogging pants. I wasn't wearing a bra, and I finally took off my own comfortable panties that I had been wearing on our trip to the tattoo place.

"Go to the shower to wash. Use cloth. Do not take shower." She pointed at the bandage on my hip. "You can take shower later again."

I just nodded.

"Make pussy and ass clean."

I heard her words echo in my head as I walked off to the shower cabin in the room. I didn't want to think about the things that were ahead of me.

At least I got some privacy with the cabin door closed, and somehow this room felt like one of the more quiet and safer areas of the house.

I took a cloth, and soaked it in warm water. I washed my body, carefully avoiding the bandage.

I hadn't even seen the actual tattoo, apart from the drawing the tattoo woman had made. The whole idea of having gotten a tattoo, something to remind me of this for life, completely against my will, drove me crazy. I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to take the bandage off, even. How could they do this to me!

I couldn't stop my train of thought, and while I started to clean my ass and pussy, running the cloth in between my crack, I was once again reminded why they were keeping me here. For exactly these body parts. A feeling of deep humiliation took hold of me. I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh.

Once my body was clean enough, or at least, clean enough for god knows what they were going to have me do next, I got out of the shower cabin, and walked back to the dressing room to find Alexa, who was going to have to prepare me further.

While I was still bare naked, she pointed to a chair, where she had laid out something for me to wear.

"That is what T likes," she said.

Girlfriends. Plural. I wondered how many others there were, or had been. And once again this thought of being practically owned by someone possessed my mind. But I realized I might not have much time to think.

The outfit that Alexa had laid out for me on the chair was entirely pink. Everything. From the skimpy nightie with the small thong beside it, to the stockings, to the high heeled ankle boots. It looked somewhat like the white outfit I had worn on that one cursed night I decided to get into that little adventure at the club, although on a closer look, I noticed the frills that decorated both the thong and the nightie. I was going to look like some kind of girly girl barbie doll, and a very slutty one at that.

I just nodded, knowing very well I had no say in this. I sat down on one of the chairs in the room, and pulled the pink, seamed holdup stockings up my legs, making sure the seam was at least straight. The thong followed, and it looked ridiculous. It was like the micro thongs I had been forced to wear ever since this bad trip started, but the frills along the crotch just made it look weirdly girlish. I tried to just ignore all this, but I couldn't. They seemed to just keep pushing me further away from who I really was. I pulled the nightie over my head, and of course, this piece of clothing was also barely long enough to cover my ass. Fortunately, the wide, soft, sheer fabric wasn't going to touch the bandage. In fact, it even covered it a bit.

I slipped my pink stocking clad feet in the pink ankle boots, and pulled the laces to tie them up. Once I stood up straight, Alexa noticed me, and walked towards me.

"Is the size okay," she asked, looking down at my shoes, casually pointing at them.

"Yeah.. I think so," I said, while they definitely felt too tight. It was as if everything that was ever assertive about me was slowly fading.

She knelt in front of me, and repeatedly pressed where my toes were.

"You probably don't wear long," she mentioned, and now we both knew that they were slightly too small for my size. I just nodded, and while I wondered what she knew that I didn't, I didn't have the energy to ask about what I was going to have to do.

She stood up straight again, and pointed at my hip, where the bandage was.

"Did they give you the pills?"

I nodded, and realized they were still in the pocket of the pants I had been wearing.

"Take two. It can hurt when you have sex."

Sex. I was going to have sex. With T. While I walked towards the chair where my own clothes were draped over, I heard Alexa pour a glass of water. I found the strip with painkillers that one of the gangsters had given me, and popped two out.

I took the glass from Alexa, and she waited patiently how I downed the two painkillers at once, with a gulp of water.

I handed her the glass, and with the glass still in her hand, she then pushed gently into my lower back.

"Come."

She led me out of the dressing room, and pointed into the corridor.

"You go to T's room. You wait there for her."

I nodded, I knew where it was, even though I had only been there for a short time, and since that was the only instruction she gave me, I paraded down the hallway towards the door she mentioned.

"Watch how you walk," I then heard Alexa say from behind me. It sounded like a warning. I felt so deeply frustrated when apparently even when no one was around, this was expected.

I looked over my shoulder, with a slight nod, while she was just staring at me. I hated to do it, but I did my best again, while walking down the hallway, swaying my hips as I had been doing before while people were watching, seductively, feeling the sheer material brush against my ass, as if I was putting on some kind of show, while no one was there. Did they really have to go this far with all this?

I opened the door to T's room and switched on the light. The red rugged carpets, the Jacuzzi, the shower cabin, the large bed with the purple sheets, everything tidy under the dim light of the silver chandelier on the ceiling.

Even though I had no idea when T would show up, I treasured this moment of at least being alone. I walked towards the bed, and sat down on the soft sheets. The softness of the sheets was just too comfortable after all that I had been through, and I lowered myself on it, enjoying the soft feeling of the mattress underneath my back. The painkillers had a sedating effect, even though I didn't know what they were exactly. I just felt deeply, deeply tired.

I wasn't sure whether I actually slept, or what time it was, when I suddenly heard the door open, and when I opened my eyes, a beam of light came in from the corridor. The door wasn't opened completely, but I could hear T's voice clearly, talking to someone.

I hurried off the bed, patting and straightening the sheets to cover up the fact that I had been lying there, and stood right next to the bed, when T then finally came in, dressed in all black as before, but wearing black army boots this time.

She stood still for a moment, while at the door, looking at me, looking me over, and I wasn't sure my presence was a surprise to her.

I wasn't sure what to do, but her quiet presence made me nervous. It felt as if I had to do something. I took a few steps towards the door, where she was standing, that small figure, that very dark skin, those eyes that made her seem as if she was always on fire.

"Hi princess, baby," she then said.

"Hi," I just said, quietly, standing there in the room, awkwardly. I felt so small when being with her. She was the one who had been completely claiming me, up to a point where she took over my life.

"Over here," she then said, and despite her looking tired, she had the capability of immediately having me on my toes. Big Mama had it. She had it.

For a second, I considered rushing towards her, but then I realized that other things might be expected of me. I wanted to do the right thing. Despite having felt sedated by the painkillers, looking into her eyes, the fear of not doing things right was taking over.

I walked towards her at a normal pace, but making sure I exaggerated the way I walked, moving my hips, my back arched more than I normally would. She just stared at me, and I took her silence as approval.

It only took a few seconds looking into her eyes as I came closer to realize that she expected more. The kissing. The ritual kissing. And even though I must have seemed slightly unsure, I came even closer, and looking into those ever sharp eyes while leaning down towards her, I reached for her lips with mine, my head tilted, and within seconds, our tongues were twirling. She had expected it, that much was sure going by her response.

She didn't break the kiss, as I then felt her hand slide over my hip, and for a second I was afraid she'd touch the bandage. But her hand slid right past it, towards my ass, lifting up the small amount of fabric, and giving my cheek a firm squeeze, and another one. A slap. More fondling, as I tried my best to stand still. Not a slap for punishment, but out of some deep rooted desire.

Finally, she broke the kiss.

"Damn I missed that sweet white ass," she mumbled. I was still too much on edge to care about what condescending language she used. I still even felt my anus hurt when she squeezed my cheek hard once again.

"Undress me, baby," she then said simply.

I stood up straight, without a word, while T looked at me, calm but alert as always.

I awkwardly reached out to her, and it felt as if I had to be careful with everything. I struggled somewhat while unbuttoning her black blouse. But she didn't care.

"I've had a rough day, baby," she then started talking while I undressed her.

"Had to take care of some real nasty shit. But you gonna make me feel all better, ain't you baby," she said, while I carefully pulled her blouse off her shoulder, to reveal the black tank top she was wearing, through which her nipples poked slightly.

"Yes," I just answered, my tone as obedient as I could. I was scared enough of her to never hesitate with these things.

I wasn't sure what to continue with, but I bent down, as she clearly wasn't planning to do anything to undress herself. Sitting on one knee, I untied her black sneakers, and helped her out of them, one by one. It was as if I was helping a child undress.

Without saying a word, I then carefully took off her ankle socks, with her offering her feet, one by one. She didn't say anything, and when I looked up, she was just lighting a cigarette. Although it was clear soon enough from the smell that it wasn't a normal cigarette. It wasn't even weed. I didn't know what it was.

I then finally unbuttoned her black khaki pants, and slid them down. She was wearing regular panties. Even her underwear was black. She simply stepped out of them while inhaling deep, and blowing out the smoke with a sigh.

"That's enough baby, I need to relax a bit. You gonna relax with me and help me fall asleep," she said, as she stood there in just her tank top and panties. It wasn't a question.

She took another look at me, glancing over my body.

"How about you take off those panties for me, give me something to look at."

I was immediately triggered by the harsh lessons I had learned from, well, multiple people, but Big Mama in particular. About just what was expected when I was asked to give someone something to look at. And although T looked more relaxed than before, I started to feel tense again. I was not going to make mistakes if I could help it.

While standing in front of her still, I reached under the short sheer pink nightie I was wearing, hooked my thumbs under the thong, and even bent through my knees a bit as I slid it down, making it look sexier than might be expected. I carefully pulled it off the pink, high heeled ankle boots I was wearing, and left it on the floor.

She didn't talk. She just looked at me, and I swear I could see a slight smile on her face. And I didn't even stop there. I had become so dead scared of any kind of reprimands, that I felt I had to put in a bit of extra effort into everything I did.

While she was still glancing at my body, I then lifted the sheer, short material of the nightie, and actually showed her my pussy. It embarrassed me that it was completely on my own initiative.

"Mmm.. that's a pretty pussy, baby girl," she just remarked, clearly satisfied with the way I was behaving.

And even while it was humiliating, it was at least physically less painful than being punished for any supposed mistake I could be making.

"I see you got inked today," she said, while she reached out and lifted the sheer fabric slightly more to reveal the bandage.

"You're a proud Tigres girl now, ain't you," she said, looking into my eyes.

"Yes," I answered immediately. I knew better than disagreeing with her in any way.

"Mm.. come with me baby," she said, as she took my hand, and started walking towards the bed.

I just couldn't get used to the contrast. Me being much taller than that small, dark brown skinned woman, in that pink, slutty outfit, being walked around like that. But I remembered all the terrifying things about this whole situation all too well to feel a deep fear towards her.

She walked us to the bed, and she sat down on it, inhaling from that weirdly smelling cigarette once more. She didn't give me any hint of what she wanted me to do, and it seemed we were just going to sit on the bed together. I sat down too, and I realized that the harsh lesson I was taught by Big Mama made me feel nervous about every move. But it was clear soon enough that I had learned some things, but not everything.

She looked at me while I sat next to her on the bed, suddenly having that furious look in those piercing eyes again.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she spat at me.

My heart skipped a beat, and I felt panic through my whole body. Oh god, oh no. I tried to figure out what she meant, but I just couldn't. I'm not sure if the painkillers had made me a bit drowsy, and if I had known what to do if that wasn't the case.

She reached out while I felt like cringing, and roughly pulled my knees apart.

"Spread the fuck open, you're hiding that pussy," she said with her tone raised, clearly upset with what I was doing.

I immediately raised my foot, and within seconds, I had my left leg up on the bed, my pink ankle boot on the purple sheets, but I didn't care, I had to comply with what she wanted to see. With my legs spread wide open, and me even making an effort sliding up the nightie to reveal myself, I looked at her, feeling frightened.

But she wasn't done punishing me just by words. A harsh slap on my bare inner thigh followed, right above the pink stocking covering my leg. It stung, but I didn't dare to move my leg. I squirmed slightly as I closed my eyes, doing my best not to move, not to get out of the position I assumed she wanted me in.

She kept looking at me with that intimidating stare, and it seemed like minutes where she didn't say anything, and it felt as if she wanted to let me feel guilty by looking at me like that.

"You need some lessons with Big Mama," she said, in a matter of fact way. If only she knew what harsh lesson Big Mama already taught me.

She kept staring still, as I sat there with my legs wide open, my pussy on display, posing next to her on the bed. I didn't dare to say a word. I barely dared to breathe. The silence was awful.

But then, like snow under the sun, her anger seemed to disappear. She reached out, and with her cigarette still between her fingers, she reached to my bare shoulder, pushing away a few strands of my blonde hair. She caressed my shoulder with her thumb, softly, almost lovingly.

"That's how I like to see you," she said, calmly, bringing back that cigarette to her mouth, while glancing down to my blonde, trimmed, exposed pussy. I just looked at her, not daring to say anything.

"You been getting along with the gang today?" she asked, as if we were having an actual, casual conversation.

"Mhm," I said with a slight nod, and it felt so awkward acknowledging that, as if I liked being here in this mess.

"Good, good.." she said, approvingly. "Did you show off that pretty body, showing them that you are T's girl?"

"Yeah.." I went along into what she said.

"You been showing off that pretty face?" She took my chin in between her thumb and index finger, the smoke right under my nose, but I didn't dare to move my head. Showing off my face. What was that even supposed to mean.

"Mhm.." I even managed to give her a faint smile. Not because I wanted to, but because I was eager to stay on her good side.

"Yeah I bet you did.. I bet you did.. you love to show off don't you. You love to show off how you're T's girl."

She looked at me, expectantly, and I knew I just had to keep answering the way she wanted.

"Yeah.."

"Mhm.. that's a good babygirl."

She kept talking to me as if I was some child, expecting answers that satisfied the way she wanted to shape me, and I didn't dare to stray away from that path.

Her finger traced down from my chin, towards my chest, over the pink nightie, and towards my pussy. With her cigarette still between her fingers, she used her knuckles to caress the blonde strip in between my legs, and moving down slightly, to trace her fingertips along my pussy lips.

"You been showing off that pretty pussy real good too? That prize winning white princess pussy?"

"Mhm.." I went along with her, while she was petting my pussy like that, and as I looked down at what she was doing, I still saw the red spot on my thigh where she slapped me before.

"Good.. that's a good babygirl.." she spoke quietly, as she kept petting me right in between my openly spread legs like that, while I felt tense about her cigarette touching my bare, vulnerable skin.

She then withdrew her hand to take another drag from her cigarette, only to reach out to my shoulder again afterwards, caressing my upper arm.

"I had to do some real nasty shit today, babygirl, some real nasty shit," she mumbled. "But sometimes you gotta do what's necessary, don't you. Can't have people steal money from you, you know what I mean, don't you."

I had no idea what she was talking about, but I just nodded slightly. "Mhm," I answered, when she looked into my eyes, which always gave me the feeling that I should acknowledge what she was saying, no matter how little I understood.

"Yeah you know what I mean.."

It even felt as if she really saw me as her girlfriend, someone she could relax with, and vent like couples do. The fact that her ways, and the pressure she put on me to get me here, and the downright aggressive, twisted way of getting me where and how she wanted me to be did not seem to bother her at all. It was as if she had never done it any other way.

At last, she withdrew her hand, took another drag, and then put out the bud in an ashtray on the nightstand next to the bed.

"Alright baby, let's go to bed," she said as she stood up.

I stood up with her, and awkwardly stood beside the bed, while she finally reached for her tanktop, and pulled it over her head.

"You gonna keep those on 'til you done," she pointed at the pink ankle boots I was wearing. I just nodded. Done with what? As so often, I had no idea what she meant.

"You gonna make me feel all relaxed now, I had a tough day, you know that baby, don't you," she kept talking to me, while she hooked her thumbs under her black panties, and revealed her smoothly shaven pussy.

"Mhm.."

I tried not to stare. I didn't even know why I wanted to peek at her. Perhaps it was just that I hadn't expected to see her naked suddenly.

She climbed onto the big, smooth bed, and laid down flat on her belly.

"Alright baby, come up here, you gonna relax me," she said while patting next to her on the bed.

But just as I put my knee up onto the bed, she pointed behind her.

"Over there baby, you gonna make love to my ass, make me feel better."

She said it casually, leaving me dumbfounded. Did she actually just say..? She wanted me to.. what?

I suddenly remembered how I got my ass licked by that black girl before, with her tongue swirling through my crack, licking over my asshole. But having to do that myself versus having it done to me, even while that was embarrassing, felt like another level of humiliation.

But what was I going to do? I didn't even dare to hesitate. I knew very well that even the slightest hesitation would result in something painful. And with T, as with Big Mama, I wanted to stay away as far as possible from any kind of punishment, even more so than with any of the other gangsters I had been dealing with.

I had no choice but to then climb up on the bed completely, and get behind the naked, slim dark skinned body of that petite, but brutal gangster woman.

Feeling ever so awkward and insecure, but knowing I had no choice, I leaned towards her, to her cheeks, and while I felt my face flush because of the intense humiliation I felt, I moved my face closer to her ass.

I nervously placed a few kisses on her left ass cheek, close to her crack, and even put in an effort into making them soft and long kisses, like the girl had done to me. I had to do this well, I knew it. I had to do everything well.

"Mm.. that's right baby.." I heard her mumble, as I placed those soft kisses on her black, small ass, and her approval at least made me feel a bit more secure about doing what was expected, so I continued.

She seemed to relax, her body seemed relaxed at least, and the occasional sigh coming from her, in that quiet room, gave me the impression that I was doing the right thing.

"Get your tongue in there baby, make love to my ass with that pretty face," she then mumbled.

I had to actually do it. She expected me to lick her ass.

I awkwardly, hesitantly reached out to her cheeks, and parted them, seeing her puckered asshole right in front of my nose.

I didn't want to. I didn't want to lick someone's ass. I would never lick someone's ass. But here I was, and I knew things were not going to end well if I stopped now.

While my body resisted with every muscle that I had, I then buried my tongue in between her cheeks, actually licking over her exposed asshole, the slightly musky scent driving me insane.

"That's right, that's a good girl.." I heard her mumble again. "Make love to it, use those pretty lips and that fine tongue.."

I couldn't believe what I was doing. But I had to, and I knew I'd better not ignore any of her instructions. I was too afraid.

I started actually kissing her asshole, the asshole of that deeply evil gangster who had made sure I ended up here in the first place, and who acted as if I was her actual girlfriend now. Or her toy. Or whatever she thought I was to her.

I alternated between kissing her ass and licking it, hearing the wet sounds of what I was doing as if it was the only sound in the universe.

"That's right.. that will make me fall asleep baby, use that tongue real good. When I'm sleeping, you can come into the bed with me and get your princess sleep, alright baby?"

I knew it was a question I had to answer, regardless of what I was doing.

"Mhm," I mumbled, in between kisses, and started to lick that small asshole again.

"Mhm.. tongue up and down all the way baby, that's it.." she mumbled, even sounding tired.

I even put in an extra effort, licking all the way through her crack, which resulted in a deep sigh from her.

"Mm.. that's a good babygirl.. make love to that ass.."

It was the most humiliating thing I had ever done, but the pressure of doing this right, combined with the chance of her falling asleep hopefully sooner if I did it right kept me going.

I just kept going, licking, kissing her asshole, running my tongue all the way between her cheeks, feeling my own saliva rub off her cheeks as I buried my face into her crack once more. I still heard her mumbling, softly squirming, not even intensely, but satisfied, the sounds coming from her seeming tired, rather than excited.

I must have been doing that for about half an hour, when finally, I didn't hear her anymore. Still, I was too afraid to stop. What if she wasn't actually asleep? I kept going, for minutes, for maybe another ten minutes, I couldn't tell.

Then finally, when I just heard her breathe steadily while I stopped and listened, I figured she must have fallen asleep at last.

I got up, sat up straight, and moved closer to her face, to see if I was right. She seemed to be in a deep sleep. I had licked her to sleep.

I felt deeply tired, as I then sat on the bed, careful not to make a sound while I unlaced the ankle boots and took them off, followed by the pink seamed stockings. I even took off the nightie, and left everything next to the bed, on the floor right next to the bed, before I then finally joined T in the large bed, naked. I carefully draped the soft satin blanket over our bodies.

I lied next to her, with her back to her, curling up. But she might have noticed in her sleep that I was there, because I suddenly felt her hand crawling over my skin, and resting on my naked stomach, and I knew that if she pressed any harder, the pressure on the bandage would cause a very annoying pain. She scooted towards me, and I felt her warm body curling up to me, spooning like an actual couple.

For minutes, I thought I would not be able to close an eye, curled up against my tormentor, in this ridiculous situation. I don't even know how I managed to, but I must have been dead tired because of everything that had been happening, or the pills might have just stopped the activity in my brain, because I fell into a very, very deep sleep.

A few rapid knocks on the door, which opened right after and sent a beam of light from the corridor into the room woke me up. And while it took seconds for me to realize that I was still at the house, the memories of what happened came back to me quickly. I was in T's room, still completely dark apart from the light now entering the room, with those satin sheets pulled over my naked body. I looked next to me, and T was nowhere to be seen.

I turned my head and stared at the silhouette near the door, and I figured out it was Alexa again, dressed in her usual trashy attire; booty shorts, a tight top, and high heeled black boots. She seemed to be inspecting who was there, before she then switched on the light. And even though it wasn't a bright light - it was the same dim light that was on the night before - I squinted my eyes as she walked in further, towards me, and I was looking up to her, with my sleepy eyes.

"Hello, sleepy princess," she said with that ever present Eastern European accent. I even smiled slightly.

"Sleeping long, sleeping when you get the tattoo, such a lazy princess," she remarked, although I could see the slight grin on her face, and I actually grinned with her. Somehow it felt good to have at least a bit of companionship, some lighthearted jokes. It made me feel safe for a second.

"Well that's what princesses get to do" I even joked back, and I felt a relief that it seemed like I hadn't felt in days. It even made me feel actually happy, even for a slight moment, feeling like my old self in a way.

But the questioning look on her face as she stood still made it clear that she didn't understand, probably because of the language barrier she had, which felt slightly disappointing.

She paused, and then looked at the blanket covering my naked body, before she leaned in and pulled the blanket away gently, uncovering my nude body.

She looked at the bandage on my hip, leaning slightly closer to see it.

"You can take off now," she pointed at it, dragging me right back into this harsh reality. I didn't want to see what was under that bandage. I was afraid to find what was there.

I just stared at her, while I kept hesitating.

"What. You want me to do it?" she then asked, seemingly surprised at my hesitation, but apparently willing to help. And for some reason, I nodded.

"Okay, fine," she responded, and then reached out, and carefully started to peel the tape from the skin, which felt very itchy.

I barely dared to look as she slowly started to reveal what was under the bandage. I had no idea still, since I passed out while getting it. Now I just looked down, worried about what I was going to see. There was a piece of plastic under the bandage, sticking to my skin slightly, which she then peeled off as well, and slowly, I witnessed how the drawing that had been made had turned into an actual tattoo. First there were letters, which spelled "Tigres", in handwriting style, half overlapping a tribal style head of a tiger, right there between my now pierced belly button and my hip. A mark on my vanilla body, on my plain skin. My heart was beating in panic as I was confronted with what would stay there forever.

While Alexa was gently peeling it all off, I felt a tear roll down my face, onto the pillow. I would never be able to face anyone with that. I would always have to cover it. I would never be able to explain it. I would always feel owned, and it drove me crazy, right there on the bed.

Alexa looked up, and then seemed to notice that I was crying.

"Just a tattoo baby," she said simply, not sounding particularly affectionate at all. And although she must have been noticing tear after tear dripping on the pillow, she just didn't seem very impressed by it. Just a tattoo! That thing would be there for the rest of my life! Reminding me of this mess!

Alexa even seemed to grow a bit impatient.

"Okay, you have to shower, you cannot sleep the whole day," she then said, with a serious look on her face. And as much as I'd have preferred to stay in the bed and dwell in my misery, I knew I didn't have a choice.

Despite feeling miserable, I then finally got up, and slid out of bed. My clothes were still next to the bed, and Alexa picked them up, holding them in her arms.

She then paced towards the door, and I hesitantly followed her, although slowly, and still way too impressed with the tattoo.

I walked down the corridor behind her, completely naked, and again I wanted to go home. I wanted to be in my own bed, and cry all day. But I was here, and no one was going to come for me.

"Here, you take the shower, and brush the teeth," Alexa pointed at the shower cabin in her room once we arrived there, where I had been washing myself the night before.

"You have to put the -" she then said, while I was about to enter the cabin, but she apparently couldn't find the right word. With a frustrated look on her face, she marched towards me, and pointed at a bottle of lotion near the sink. " - use that, put on after you dried," she pointed at the now uncovered tattoo on my hip. "Just a bit," she elaborated, as I nodded. "And after the shower you come to me." Then she disappeared.

With a heavy feeling in my legs I closed the door of the cabin, and turned on the shower. I let the warm water rain down on my skin, and put my head in my hands. I felt so deeply miserable. I didn't want to look at that thing on my skin.

"Fuck.." I cried, and just let the tears flow free this time.

I took a deep breath, and tried to tell myself once again that all this wasn't going to last forever. That one day, soon, I'd be free again. I'd be my old self again. But the big sign on my hip made that idea a lot more difficult to believe in.

The warm water calmed me down a bit, but as soon as I started washing my body, and I glanced over that tribal tiger thing, I started to cry again. I just couldn't handle it. My knees felt weak, and I sat down on the bathroom floor with the water still running.

I don't know for how long I sat there, sobbing, when suddenly the door of the shower cabin opened. I looked up, feeling miserable, and saw Alexis peeking in.

"Are you okay?" she asked, after seeing me sitting down in the corner of the shower. I shook my head while looking up to her, still sobbing. I wanted to get out of here. Now. And stay invisible for the rest of my life.

Alexa reached further into the cabin, and turned off the water. She grabbed a towel, and reached out her hand. I hesitated, but I did grab her hand. She wrapped the towel around me, and as if there was at least some humanity in this place, she then hugged me, with my hair still wet.

I don't know for how long I held her, but I did not feel like letting go, while I kept crying.

"I want to go h-home," I sobbed, while keeping my arms wrapped tightly around her.

"It is okay baby, it is okay," she rubbed my back over the towel. I never expected her to be there for me, but she was the most important person for me in the world at that moment.

Finally, I started to calm down slowly. I looked into her eyes, as she rubbed my shoulders.

"Now. I make you pretty, and you are going to be the prettiest girl they have ever seen, okay?" she said, like a mother to a child.

I just nodded. I felt safe with her. Because she was the only one reaching out to me.

"Come," she said, and she even reached her hand towards mine, and with my hand in hers, we got away from the cabin, back into the room.

She led me gently to the sink, and handed me a toothbrush wrapped in plastic. At the sink, I brushed my teeth while she kept talking to me.

"I will make you very pretty. They will say, oh my god, what a pretty girl!" she said, with her strange accent. I finally laughed about her act. It was as childish as could be, but I appreciated it like nothing else. It felt warm, and that was what I needed.

After I had brushed my teeth, she placed me in the chair I had been sitting on before, and took another towel to dry my hair, and started brushing it while she kept making silly jokes, as far as her language barrier allowed her, eventually continuing to my makeup.

"You have to be.. " she stopped, looking for the right word, but then raised her hand, as if she was flexing her muscles. "Rarrr.. strong girl!" I laughed out loud this time because of the silly face she made, and finally, I felt some strength back into my body.

"And.. sexy girl! You move the hips, hmm? Like this," she said while fetching some more makeup, showing me how she was using her hips as she walked. "Hmm? You see?" I nodded, having a wide smile on my face by then. "You always move. The hips. When you walk.. like this," she took a few steps, showing her exaggerated move, "and when you stand, and when you kiss, hmm?" she continued as she pretended to kiss someone, while still swaying her hips seductively from left to right. I watched her in astonishment, as she demonstrated how professionals did it. She then leaned towards me, to put a pair of large silver earrings on me, and with her face close, she continued. "See and when you are sexy, strong girl, they will not hurt you! They will not hurt you!" she repeated it as if she had made the greatest discovery ever.

"No.. they will not hurt me!" I even repeated her, shouting, and I felt so very relieved. I actually felt as if I could deal with all this.

Alexa smiled, seemingly satisfied.

"Now, I get you very sexy clothes, strong sexy girl clothes," she said, as she walked away from me, and came back with a tiny looking red lingerie set, and a pair of open platform sandals, where both the sole and the strap going over my feet was transparent. But I didn't care at this point how revealing or slutty the outfit was. I was going to feel strong.

She handed me the outfit, and I got into the small red thong, with a sexy zipper in front, feeling the thin piece of fabric pull up in between my cheeks, and put on the bra that matched it. Yes, it was completely slutty, and it revealed a lot of my skin, but I actually felt confident this time.

Alexa helped me into the super high heels while I was standing up, ready to face my fate once again, but I felt I could do it.

"Now, you go to the big room, there is breakfast. So you get more strong." she grinned, and I grinned back. As if we had some kind of understanding. Some secret we shared.

It was probably for the first time in this house that I did not feel afraid, and it was all thanks to her. I looked into her eyes, and with that smile still on my face, I leaned in to her, and kissed her on her lips.

"Thank you," I said, and I meant it from the bottom of my heart.

"Next time, you kiss, and you move, yes?" she pointed at my waist, and demonstrated once more how she did it.

I nodded, and I told myself that I was going to do it. I was going to be strong and sexy, and they wouldn't get to me. No one would.

"Now go," she said, gesturing to the door as if I should hurry.

I walked down the corridor, towards the door that led to the main area of the house, and opened it. And no matter how strong and sexy I felt, the nerves were again very real when I saw a whole group of gangster women gathered along the kitchen counter where apparently breakfast was served.

While I felt my confidence already decreasing rapidly as I walked into the main open area in the center of the house, I told myself once again to follow Alexa's advice as much as I could.

It felt odd exaggerating the way in which I walked now, without someone demanding it from me, swaying my hips seemingly on my own initiative, while I wasn't even close to the group just yet, although any sound of high heels knocking on the marble floor was sure to get attention.

It didn't take a lot of time before some heads were turned in my direction. And while I told myself once again that I was strong and sexy, even their glances already dragged me back to memories of the dangerous, humiliating situations I had been in.

I recognized a few of them. Alyssa was there, the young gangster girl I first met in the car, curiously staring at me with that smirk as she always did. Eyes was there, whom I had met in the club before. I thought I recognized a few more faces from that one particular night in the VIP area of the club, where I had to entertain them under such harsh pressure.

Further down the long kitchen counter, I saw a group of about ten gangsters standing in a circle, and I caught a glimpse of the black girl who was there with me when I had to entertain the Russian woman. Something else was clearly going on there, which I couldn't see, but I could hear by the yelling that something was happening at least.

I noticed how there were plates with sandwiches on the counter, and a few bowls with yogurt, fresh fruit and cornflakes. I put on my most neutral face, as I kept swaying my hips like I promised myself I would do consistently from now on, and in that super revealing red outfit, on those super high heels, I found an empty spot in between the two groups of gangsters - the one group keeping themselves busy with whatever was happening inside that circle, and the other group with Alyssa.

I was actually feeling a bit hungry after everything that had happened, and as if nothing was going on, I took the spoon from one of the yogurt bowls, and filled it up. Just when I was ready to pour some fruit on top of it from another bowl, I could no longer ignore their attention.

"Who that pretty piece of ass!" I heard someone right from me remark very loudly. I could literally hear their conversation as it went on, and it was obvious they were talking about me.

"That's T's girl yo," I heard someone say.

"Goddamn. Ain't she called Princess? Princess is T's girl ain't it?"

"Oh, that's Princess?"

"Yo! Princess! You gonna come say hi or what, eating all our food."

I could no longer ignore them, and I knew that not coming over wasn't even an option. I gave the group a faint smile, as I took the bowl, and brought it with me as I took a few steps towards the group.

I saw five gangsters glancing over me, curiously, over my minuscule thong with the zipper in front, over my legs, they were clearly taking me in. But once again I told myself that I could be strong. Strong and sexy.

"Oh I know her, she been entertaining us back at the club a while ago," one of them said.

"Hi," I even said, in an attempt to sound confident. I wanted to be confident.

"Hi baby, don't be shy, come stand over here pretty girl," she pointed to the middle of the group, and for a second, I felt as if I had to prepare for being bullied just like the other group was doing with that black girl.

I took another few steps, and it seemed as if I was willingly joining them.

"Now that's what I call breakfast," one of them remarked, resulting in some laughter from a few others.

"You can give sugar later, better eat your vitamins baby."

Awkwardly, I then started to eat some of my yogurt, while surrounded by those gangsters.

"That's some tasty white ass she got there," someone behind me said, and with that, I felt a rude squeeze from behind, the woman literally just grabbing my cheek like that. I moved my feet slightly, not having counted on that sudden touch, but I managed to maintain my posture.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Alyssa staring at me in that weird way. She seemed completely obsessed with me ever since she had first seen me.

But then, just as I awkwardly continued eating from the bowl, and I felt fingers on my hip, playing with the red thong I was wearing, something completely unexpected happened.

From one of the doors to the side of the main area of the house, Bones, the gangster who had crudely brought me to one of the parties, came in, dragging a girl with her by her hair, dressed up like one of the, well, hookers, wearing black stockings, garters, panties and a bra, high shoes. But what really caught my eye, was that she had a black eye, a very red cheek, and something that seemed like blood under her nose. She was sobbing, yelling even, as I finally recognized her. It was one of the girls who had been present at that little party with the young gangsters, where the two blonde girls were making out in exchange for drugs. The blonde girls who had been mocking me, who had been giggling and called me a hoe so sarcastically. Who had been making fun of me. They apparently weren't brought home as I heard the gangsters promise them right before I left that humiliating little party. They kept them here, like they were keeping me. And it was very clear that she had been abused very harshly in the meantime.

The whole group I was with at that moment turned their heads to see what was going on, and so did I. Bones let go of her hair, and gave her a rough push in her back, causing her to almost fall.

"Fucking rude ass bitch! Walk! Walk!" She pushed her once again, and the girl again barely managed to stay up on her high heels.

"You need me to punch your face again bitch!"

"No no, don't hit me! Don't hit me!!" the girl screamed hysterically, on top of her lungs, holding her arms before her face.

As much as I had hated them both while they were present at the little party where I had to perform, with their mean remarks when they were partying with the younger gangster girls, I felt shocked seeing her go through that amount of abuse. That girl had been going through hell.

"Psshh.. bitch gotta know better than messin' with Bones," someone in the group surrounding me remarked casually as the whole scene unfolded in front of my eyes.

"Fuck are you still talking for! Huh!" Bones yelled as she kicked the girl against her bare ass with her army boot, so very crudely.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!!" the girl screamed desperately.

"Hey did y'all know about Bones.." one gangster in our group started, ".. that she had a bad childhood?" The group burst out in laughter. I just kept staring at what was going on, as they laughed about their silly, sarcastic joke.

Somewhere in my mind, for a second, I figured that's what the girl deserved for being such an obnoxious bitch when they were having their party. I remembered very well how the girls had called me a whore, poking fun at me so very sarcastically, backed up by the gangsters around them. But this.. I wasn't sure I'd wish this on anyone. Maybe I felt sorry because I saw myself in her position. It could happen to me.

And at that moment, another door opened. I knew that door. It was Big Mama's room, and she came storming out, that evil stick in her hand. That cane she had been hitting me so harshly with.

"What the fuck is going on here!"

The short, old, but intensely energetic black woman stormed into the big main room, and I could see the fury in her eyes as I had experienced her before.

She paced right at Bones and the blonde girl, and I knew that nothing good would come from it. The girl looked at her, confused, while Bones stood behind her, once again grabbing her blonde hair, yanking her head back to be able to look into Big Mama's eyes.

"Who the fuck are you!" she spat at the blonde girl.

The blonde girl visibly started to stutter at Big Mama, although they were too far away from us to be able to hear it.

I saw Big Mama raise her stick, and poke right into her stomach, harshly, making the girl squirm in pain yet again.

"You take off them bra and panties when you're talking to Big Mama! Dumb bitch!"

Oh I remembered very well how she lashed out to me when I didn't do that.

But the girl just stared at her. She didn't know what was happening. She probably didn't even understand what Big Mama demanded. Or even know who she was. I felt actually sorry for her.

Without any mercy, I saw Big Mama poke the stick into her stomach quite a lot harsher.

"Are. You. Fucking. Deaf!!"

I just stood there, staring with my mouth open, the bowl of yogurt still in my hands, when I suddenly saw Alyssa appearing next to me. Her smirk as present as ever, and really close to me, which made it seem as if she wanted something from me. I still hadn't figured out how old she was exactly, but I think she must have been what, 16 or so, a few years younger than me for sure, which made any encounter with her even more awkward.

"Hi baby," she said, as if nothing was going on around us. She insisted on my attention.

"Hi," I answered, giving her a brief look into her eyes, before I focused on what was happening between Big Mama and the girl, and I noticed how she was taking off her underwear, stumbling, dead scared.

"Look at me baby," Alyssa continued, very clearly talking to me, and it sounded as if she was correcting me.

I looked at her, confused, and somewhat nervous. I still had a role to play here, in so far you could call it a role. It wasn't like I could jump out of it.

The fact that even this young girl was able to order me around like that felt humiliating, even while the request was simple and harmless. I just had trouble showing her that I was afraid. Of showing her I wasn't in the position to decide anything for myself. Of admitting somehow that even she could boss me around.

"Mm that's right.. maybe show me your pretty white titties," she continued, still keeping that smile on her face, her white teeth contrasting with her dark skin.

Was she seriously asking me to show my breasts, while all this was happening? The group around us wasn't paying attention, they were too focused on what was happening with the girl.

But I knew I had no choice. I didn't want to take risks. I once again remembered what Alexa had told me. Sexy and strong.

I would have actually taken the red bra off, because I knew by now that that was probably what was expected, but I was standing there with that bowl in my hands, and the group was still surrounding me. So I simply used one hand to lower the cups, exposing my bare breasts that way. Still I saw that smirk, and I could only hope that was enough for her.

She stared at me for another while, and in a way, it seemed as if she was up to something devious.

"How 'bout you turn around baby, I can help you with that, you got your hands full don't you," she said simply, but in that belittling way.

I couldn't protest, if I didn't want any problems. I learned that much. Strong and sexy. I had to keep that motto in my head.

I had wanted to just bluntly say "yeah, good idea," but I couldn't. I was just feeling too proud again to immerse into whatever they wanted me to be.

I quietly turned around, and within a second, I felt her fingertips crawl up my back, over my bare skin.

"So nice and soft.." she said softly, as she stood behind me, very close to me. She really was obsessed with me.

It was only after running her fingertips up and down my back, as if she was admiring my skin, that she unclasped my bra, and I even helped her by pulling my arms out of the bra straps, making sure I had one hand free to hold the bowl.

She took the bra from me, and kept it with her, although I couldn't see where she put it while she stood behind me. I was standing there in just that red, sexy thong with the zipper in front, and those ever present super high stripper shoes.

I could feel her body press against mine, from behind, as she reached around me, and took one of my nipples in between her thumb and index finger, slightly squeezing my nipple. I wasn't sure if she was taunting me, or whether she was just obsessed with me. Either way, I couldn't stand that she was making my nipple rock hard. The way I was turned now, I was facing the group, and I couldn't see what was going on anymore. But nobody in the group was paying attention to us.

But suddenly, I heard Big Mama's voice from much closer.

"Damn. Is that Princess?" her raspy voice sounded right behind me.

I did not at all expect Big Mama's attention at that moment, given how busy she seemed with that girl. But I knew better than to ignore her attention, even though it freaked me out. Was I going to be the subject of her fury? Again?

I knew I had to turn around. And more. With my legs slightly trembling, I then finally turned around, looking down into the short woman's eyes while I noticed she was holding the blonde girl by her hair, as if she had taken her over from Bones. The girl was shaking, and from up close I could see the bruises on her arms and legs, even through the stockings she was wearing, her eyes red because of all the crying. She was short as well, about as tall as Big Mama, while she looked at me, because Big Mama forced her to look at me.

Without a word, I nervously reached down to hook my thumbs under the red, sexy thong. I bent as I tugged them down while she was standing there, doing exactly as I knew she expected. I would not even dare to think about getting on her bad side. I knew that meant being punished with that evil stick she was carrying. That cold, hard stick I'd be having nightmares about one day, and from which the bruises on my own legs had only just started fading. I had been punished for even the slightest mistakes, or what counted as mistakes in her eyes, demanding that extremely over the top slutty behavior from me.

Alyssa reached around me while I was bending to take the thong off my shoes, and held out her hand, as if wanting to take something from me. I wasn't even sure what she meant, but with Big Mama right in front of me, I didn't have time to think. With an awkward gesture, I handed her the small thong, and Alyssa took it.

Without even looking at Alyssa, I stood up straight, right in front of Big Mama and the terrified girl, nude on those super high heels, and seeing Big Mama glance over my body, seemingly fixating on my pussy. I did not anticipate yet again getting Big Mama's attention at all, and I did not have time to prepare for this happening, but I did realize that if I didn't want that drama I had with her to repeat again, I had to really, really make an effort, because I knew she was going to be as relentless as ever. I was going to have to be just what she expected, and if I thought it was good enough, I probably had to give even more than that.

I remembered her reprimands so very well. Not giving her 'sugar' on time, not completely exaggerating how I moved and showed myself. The slightest mistake was punished brutally. I had to give her what she expected. I simply had to.

As soon as I saw the eyes of the small lady meet mine, that grim look, I knew what time it was. I had to do something immediately.

"Hi Big Mama," I sounded quiet, as I leaned forward to her, to give her an ever so soft, long kiss on her lips.

It made me actually feel like a slut. To be doing this in front of people watching, in front of the girl watching, whom she still held by her hair, her grip clearly tight.

I stood up straight again, feeling so tense, as I saw her free hand reach out, towards my crotch. Immediately I knew what to do if I didn't want trouble to start here. I put my legs apart slightly, so she could touch me there. And she did. I felt a slight tremble in my legs, as that dangerous, strict hand then cupped my pussy, squeezing a bit between my legs, as the palm of her hand rested on my trimmed blonde pubic hair, while I gave her access, as if I was a pet eager for attention. That's how scared I was of her. That was the extent to which she conditioned me.

"You look good today, Princess baby," she said, calmly, so very different from how she had been shouting at the girl, and at me as well, the first time I met her, as she fondled me right there in between my legs, trailing her fingers along my labia, while I felt ever so vulnerable and naked.

"Thank you Big Mama," I answered downright obediently.

"Proud Tigres girl now ain't you," she continued, obviously referring to my tattoo, and I tried not to have my thoughts spiral down in despair again. She barely seemed to take notice of the silver knob in my belly button. Nothing about it surprised her.

"Yes Big Mama."

Then she turned her face towards the girl again, who was still standing there, with her eyes big, trembling, and even having difficulty standing up straight on those heels. I peeked at her face yet again. Jesus, how did she even get that black eye.

"You see that bitch?? You see that??" she shouted at the girl, who looked at her face in horror.

"That's a real Tigres hoe, not a dumbass bitch like you! And why is that!"

The girl looked as if she was about to cry any second now, with the way she was being bullied.

"I don't.. know.." she stuttered, nearly crying.

"You don't know! You don't know?! Bitch is she standing there like some prude ass bitch?? Is she being a freeloading piggy who shows no respect?? Huh?"

She yanked the girls hair as she spat the words at her, and I saw the girl balancing awkwardly on her shoes again.

"No.."

Big Mama just stared at her, and I knew that look. Oh god, here it came. I felt how she withdrew her hand from between my legs, and smacked the girl right on her cheek, very hard, as the girl closed her eyes, a horrific look on her face.

"Bitch you -" another smack followed, "do not -" a smack, as the girl clearly felt the urge to cringe, but was held up straight by her hair, Big Mama not caring about it for one second, "talk to me -" the last smack was right against her ear "- like that!!"

I saw the girl's tears rolling down her cheek, and I just stood there. I knew the drill. Never, ever upset Big Mama. All I could do was wait.

She stared at the girl's face, while her makeup was becoming a mess. Then she looked at me again.

"Come here babygirl," she then said, her voice instantly calm again while she talked to me. I wasn't sure what she meant even, but I had to do something. And I had to do more than I thought she was expecting. That was the rule I wanted to keep myself to now.

I leaned towards her yet again, and while I wasn't even sure if she expected it, I placed another soft kiss on her lips. I even managed to sway my hips slightly as I did. I wasn't even sure she noticed.

She didn't seem surprised at all, and she calmly let me. I had the feeling I was figuring out how she wanted it. How with everything, I had to put in some extra effort. Or maybe a lot.

She reached out to my face, and caressed my cheek with the hand she had just slapped that girl with so harshly.

"Now Princess baby, I want you to come with me, and show this little piggy how real Tigres hoes know how to be respectful. Alright baby?"

"Yes, Big Mama" I said. It wasn't as if I had a choice.

She kept caressing my face with that hand, that terrifying hand. But at least it felt as if I was being on her good side at that moment.

"Yeah you like being around yo' Mama, don't you," she continued.

"Yes, Big Mama" I answered obediently.

"Alright baby, come with me then," she reached out to my hand, and she took it into hers, as I stood up straight again.

But before Big Mama had a chance to turn, Alyssa interrupted.

"Yo Mama, Mama," Alyssa said, as she saw that we were about to go somewhere, clearly peeking at me obsessively again, and then turning to look at Big Mama.

Big Mama looked at her, not at all bothered.

"Yo, you remember what I told you, about pimpin' and shit."

Big Mama kept staring at her, and I saw Alyssa even become a bit nervous. Even the gang members respected the old, angry woman.

"Just thought it'd be a good.. opportunity, ya know, to learn that pimpin' shit."

Alyssa peeked at me again, and it was so very obvious that she used whatever she was doing as an excuse to be close to me.

Big Mama now grinned at her.

"To learn? To learn? Now who gonna pay for that tuition!"

Alyssa clearly wasn't sure what to answer. She played with her fingers, seemingly even nervous, again peeking at me.

"Aight, I mean.. Aight.." she answered awkwardly, while the old, small woman suddenly burst out in laughter.

"Now what kinda face is that! You ain't gonna be no pimp if you make faces like that!"

"Goddamn Mama, damn.." Alyssa now grinned too, knowing Big Mama had been joking.

Then, with me on her left hand, and the other girl, frightened, on her right hand, and with Alyssa walking behind us, we left for Big Mama's room.

It must have been such a sight. That small black lady with two young, practically nude white girls on both her hands, and at least me even putting an effort into swaying my hips as I walked with her. I didn't forget. As long as I did that, as long as I made a serious attempt into appearing seductive, sexy, slutty, nothing would happen.

But this encounter immediately felt like the ultimate test for that. Coming with Big Mama, that cruel, aggressive gangster woman yet again, and having to remember everything that she had demanded, and probably would demand again from me. In fact, I was very sure that she would.

When we passed the other group of gangsters as the four of us were heading towards Big Mama's room, I caught a glimpse of what was actually going on there. I saw another blonde girl sitting on her hands and knees, naked in just her shoes and a black thong drinking, or eating, something from a bowl, a white liquid smeared over her face, while the gangsters around her with poking her with her shoes, flat out bullying her. Jesus. Those two girls were definitely in over their heads. Big Mama didn't even seem to notice. I don't think she even cared.

I felt my body resisting, as we then finally reached the door to Big Mama's room after our short walk of shame, to her mini apartment, where I was so very cruelly punished, humiliated and fucked the last time I was there.

Big Mama opened the door, and held it open for us, the girl, very clearly still terrified and having no idea what was going on, going first. But not without some attention from Big Mama.

She grabbed the girl's bruised upper arm roughly, and I noticed a look in the girls' eyes. That mix of anger and fear. She still had resistance in her. And I knew that was not going to go down well with Big Mama.

"Hands and knees, stupid bitch. You gonna crawl in. Show some goddamn respect."

I saw the girl hesitating still, looking into Big Mama's eyes, but those eyes made her obey quickly. Those eyes were not something you wanted to argue with. Quietly, she dropped to her hands and knees, her ass towards us.

But as she sat there, not moving, seemingly conflicted about what to do, Big Mama gave her a condescending, hard kick against her bare ass.

"You gonna fucking crawl or what?? Fucking lazy hoe??"

She started to crawl in panic, and I knew that was not what Big Mama wanted to see. She wanted to see over the top sexy, not a scared little mouse. But she didn't know that.

I realized I had to keep making an effort. I promised myself. I was not going to give her one reason, not a single reason, to hit me with that awful pimp stick. But that meant I had to show initiative. I had to make a very serious effort. I had to impress her, rather than just obey her. I told myself once again what Alexa had imprinted in my mind.

Impulsively, I figured I should get onto my hands and knees as well, and crawl in. It's what she had expected of me the first time, and it's what she forced the other girl to do. But just as I wanted to bend through my knees, she reached for my upper arm, holding it in a tight grip, looking at me.

For a second, I thought she was going to reprimand me. That she was going to punish me for something I didn't know.

"No, no, did I tell you to get down?" she asked, while her eyes were shooting fire as they did so often.

"No Big Mama, I'm sorry," I said immediately.

She kept staring at me, as if she wanted to make sure I was really sorry. At least, that's what it felt like. It was very difficult to read her.

"I got an important job for you, babygirl," she continued, more calmly.

I just nodded. I wanted to be off the hook so desperately.

"You gonna be an example today. You gonna show that stupid ass bitch how real Tigres hoes be grateful to their pimp. Ain't that right Princess."

"Yes Big Mama," I answered immediately, and it even felt as if I was giving a genuine answer. If that was what she wanted, that was what she was going to get, even though I wasn't at all sure I knew enough to pull off what she was asking. The way she had punished me with that awful stick for the smallest things. Not looking at her. Not 'sticking it out' at completely random moments. How she scolded me for being a passive whore. For not using my hands.

She kept looking into my eyes, and I hated those silences. I never knew I was doing the right thing with her. She calmly reached out, and let her hand run over my lower back, down to my bare ass, over my completely nude body, fondling it, squeezing my cheek slowly.

I even made an effort of arching my back slightly more as she did, as if I was offering my ass for her to do that, while we were still at the doorstep, with the girl already helplessly sitting in Big Mama's mini apartment, waiting for us.

"You remember what I taught you?"

"Yes Big Mama," I answered, while she gave a firm, condescending slap against my ass. That was not punishment, coming from her.

"Speak up," she said sternly again.

"Yes Big Mama," I answered again, louder, nervously.

She simply continued fondling my bare ass cheek with her wrinkled fingers running over my much younger, smooth skin, as we stood there, again looking into those staring eyes.

"That's a damn fine ass.."

Alyssa came to stand next to Big Mama, as she stood there, with me feeling so insecure, and her fondling me like that, still having that obsessed grin on her face while observing how Big Mama was treating me, and how I was behaving around her. She knew very well that I was forced to be like that around her, and it was humiliating to have someone younger than me see me being treated like that.

"Now go in. You gonna walk slow. You gonna do everything slow. Showin' off that pretty hoe body of yours, ain't you," she went on in that humiliating manner.

"Yes Big Mama," I said, as I grew more and more worried about being able to do all this.

While she and Alyssa were still at the door, I then walked in, walking unnaturally slow, making sure I was swaying my hips, while my hands ran over my hips slowly. I did not want to take the risk of getting anything wrong.

Walking into that room, into Big Mama's mini apartment, where I learned such a hard lesson last time I was here, increased my insecurity even more. The two couches with the table in between them, the large bed, the kitchen area. And even though it looked all normal, for me this was the evil pimp's domain.

I saw the girl still sitting there on her hands and knees, at some random place before the couch, trembling like a pile of misery, the black garters pulled tight over her slightly big cheeks. I hadn't even really noticed her appearance all that well when I was entertaining the group, where she was making out with her friend while I was being humiliated by everyone there, including them. She wasn't looking particularly pretty, although obviously not helped by her posture, making her look like a scared little mouse.

I heard the door close, and moments later, with Alyssa and Big Mama walking in normally, at a higher pace than the exaggerated, slutty way in which I was walking, they simply passed me from behind, and Big Mama sat down on the couch across the one where the girl was. Alyssa kept standing up, watching the girl.

"Ain't she supposed to be doing something' or some shit?" I heard Alyssa say, while looking at the girl on the other side.

I just kept walking, in that same slow pace, towards Big Mama. This was no time for inhibitions. This was no time to be passive. I had to throw myself out there.

I approached Big Mama, step by step, as she looked up to me, not answering Alyssa, and I feared any sort of criticism I'd get.

Finally, I was standing close to the couch, and I put one knee on the couch next to Big Mama, keeping my other leg straight, causing my ass to stick out far, and without any hint or command, I leaned towards her, finding her lips with mine, and kissing her softly.

"That's right, that's right.." Big Mama mumbled as she broke the kiss, reaching for my face, and caressing my cheek, even slightly playing with my ear. And while she seemed satisfied with what I did, I knew very well that it wasn't that easy. At any moment, she could snap. When she let go of my face, I sat up straight, still with my knee on the couch, sticking my ass out all the way, and moved my hands up to softly fondle my breasts. Always, always use my hands, is what I told myself once again. Ass out, use your hands.

"Look up bitch! Look up!" Big Mama then snapped at the girl, shouting harshly, and I saw the girl look at us, with her makeup running out, and her eyes red of crying.

Big Mama did not care one bit about the girl's terrified face. She reached out her hand, and reached for my crotch. I knew I had to anticipate quickly, and even moved my hips forward slightly, offering her my pussy like I had learned. Without even looking at me, her hand then started to caress my pussy, casually. As if it was her toy to play with.

"You see this? Fucking answer!"

"Yes.."

Big Mama stared at her, quietly. That terrifying look. I knew this was not good. She reached for that dreaded pimp stick next to her, but instead of getting up, she handed the thick to Alyssa.

"You wanna learn that pimpin' shit? Go teach that girl how to fucking talk to me."

Alyssa didn't even feel comfortable holding that thing, when I looked up to her, but she knew there was a job to be done.

As she walked towards the girl, Big Mama looked up to me, and I was quick to realize I should keep paying attention to her, rather than witnessing what was happening here.

"Sugar," she said simply, calmly.

I immediately leaned towards her once again, and kissed her on her lips again. She reached to my face and wrapped her hand around the back of my head, and forced me to stay close, while I could only hear what was going on.

"You don't.." I heard Alyssa's voice, then the harsh sound of the stick against somewhere on the girl's body, followed by a yell of the girl, "talk to..", another smack, "Big Mama like that. You hear??"

Big Mama just kept kissing me, passionately even, the old woman's tongue curling around mine. There was no chance I was going to see what was going on.

"Yes! Yes! I'm sorry! I'm sorry Big Mama!" the girl yelled. But Big Mama was focusing on me completely.

"Come here, you gonna apologize," I heard Alyssa, as Big Mama then finally let go of my head.

"Stand up," she pushed against my upper arm, but fortunately for me, she was relatively mild towards me still.

I immediately stood up, but I knew very well that she was paying attention to what I did, demanding that same, extremely slutty behavior of me.

I peeked at what was happening, and I saw Alyssa dragging the poor girl through the room by her hair, crawling, while she was trying to keep up with Alyssa's pace on her hands and knees.

Meanwhile, I knew what to do. Rather than just standing up, I stood there in front of the couch, facing the room, with my back arched, my ass sticking out to Big Mama, and using my hands to caress over my thighs as I stood there, slightly bent over, as if I was teasing her, even with everything that was going on.

"What do you gotta say for yourself," Alyssa continued loudly, as the girl was being brought to Big Mama.

"I'm sorry Big Mama," I heard the girl whimper.

I heard another squirm, but I couldn't see what was going on.

"Bitch you gotta do better than that. You gonna make up with your tongue."

I still couldn't see what was going on, as I was turned the other way.

"And sit the fuck up, show that body bitch, what kinda hoe are you!"

It was quiet for a while, while I stood there, teasing her like some kind of stripper in that position, and just as I grew worried about being 'boring', as she called it last time, I felt fingers between my thighs. I immediately put my feet apart slightly, to give her access. I was behaving like such a slut, but it was the only way to get out of trouble. I even started moving my hips slightly, on what seemed like Big Mama's fingers. I knew for sure when I looked down and saw her slightly wrinkled fingers between my legs, which was a sight still imprinted in my memory to this day.

"Now that's a good hoe.. that's a good hoe.." I heard her mumble. I couldn't believe I even felt relieved because of that.

"You see that bitch?? Look at her!" I heard her from behind me.

I heard yet another squirm from the girl, as I heard what sounded like a slap against skin.

"What's she doing that you ain't doin!"

I kept swaying my hips slightly, actually sliding my pussy over Big Mama's fingers. At one hand I couldn't stand the girl witnessing my extremely slutty behavior, but at the same time I was so glad I wasn't the one being reprimanded, that it gave me every incentive to continue like this.

"I don't know Big Mama.." I heard her exhausted voice beside me.

I suddenly felt her fingers withdraw from between my legs, followed by a firm smack on my bare ass. It wasn't even that hard, but it was the sort of smack only Big Mama could deliver somehow. Full of intention, and making me worried about doing the right thing instantly.

"Sugar, Princess."

I didn't hesitate for a second, even though I remembered very well how I had to move slow. I had to keep all these little weird things in mind. She'd notice, I was sure she would.

I peeked at the girl sitting down on her knees as I turned, and saw how she had Big Mama's toe in her mouth, while looking up to me.

Even while I felt the pressure to perform, to not get into trouble in any way, I felt embarrassed as I then put on yet another little show. I put my knee on the couch again, and leaned forward to Big Mama, with my back arched, my bare ass pushed out exaggeratedly, and feeling like such a slut while I was watched by the girl, started to kiss her sensually, as well as I could, trying to drop all my inhibitions once again.

I then felt Big Mama reach out and touch my cheek, pushing my face aside but keeping her hand firmly on my cheek, while I could do nothing but stare at the couch beside her, as if she was forcing me to pause. Like I was some moving object that you could just suspend at any time.

"You see that dumb bitch? What's she doing that you ain't doin'?"

I didn't hear anything for a few seconds, followed by a slight squirm.

"Kissing you Big Mama," I then heard her insecure voice.

And while Big Mama must have been punishing her once again, probably with her foot, given the squirm that followed, I felt fingers from behind, caressing over my pussy lips while I was presenting myself so invitingly like that. Alyssa was touching me. I just knew it.

"Princess is being a good hoe! Tell me what the fuck you are!"

And while the girl was being conditioned by Big Mama, I felt Alyssa's finger find its way in between my lips, and probe right into me. That obsessed younger girl fingering me while I still stood there bent over towards Big Mama.

"A bad hoe, Big Mama," I heard the girl's embarrassed voice, while Alyssa started to finger me steadily, and I had no choice but to stay in the position I was, with my ass sticking out invitingly to the obsessed girl behind me.

Big Mama didn't answer, and pulled my face towards her yet again. Almost as if it was a natural reflex, I started to kiss her again. She was controlling me like I was some doll she was playing with.

Again she pushed my face aside, to speak to the girl again, while I just stood there.

"Go and taste Princess's pussy, dumb hoe. So you'll know what good hoes taste like."

Did she actually tell that girl to go and lick my pussy? That girl that had been humiliating me at the party? That same girl, who was now just a terrified pile of despair? I did not even want to imagine her tongue in between my legs, even though it was probably going to be at least as humiliating for her as it would be for me.

I just stood there, waiting, and felt how Alyssa's finger slid out of my pussy, and the girl had probably seen it. How I was being fingered from behind while I leaned over to kiss Big Mama at the same time. And even though I was clearly the one better off here, it still felt intensely embarrassing. To be seen allowing all these things from these gangsters so seemingly willingly.

It was only seconds later when I suddenly felt her sweaty hands against my bare thighs, followed by a hesitant brush of her tongue over my pussy lips, while I could do nothing but keeping still in that extremely slutty, inviting position, as if I was actually offering up my pussy to be licked. I had no choice. I didn't dare to think of even changing positions. Of somehow trying to stop her, or even make things more difficult for her.

Then suddenly, there was a wild knock on the door, shortly after which I heard it open, and someone speak urgently.

"Yo, we got shit coming our way, we gotta clear."

Big Mama stood up immediately, without a word, seemingly alarmed. She grabbed my upper arm crudely, and made me stand up straight. I felt the girl's tongue leaving my pussy.

"Alyssa, you drive these bitches home, then come to the address."

"Aight."

We left Big Mama's room while everyone seemed in a hurry, and I was as confused as the blonde girl.

There was a lot of rumor inside the house as we stepped out, and I felt my legs shake as I saw gangsters walking around with machine guns, looking stressed, and immediately escorting Big Mama out of the house.

What in god's name was happening? And what about us? Was there going to be shooting? A rival gang? Police? Were we even going to be getting out of here alive?

I felt Alyssa giving me a slight push in my lower back, directing me towards the changing room, where Alexa resided. Alexa was nowhere to be seen.

"Go, move the fuck on, grab your shit, you can put some shit on in the car."

Gone was her obsessed smile, and gone were her prying eyes on my body, as I looked over my shoulder.

Moments later, me and the girl, still practically nude, on shoes that were way too high to be able to run, rushed out of the house, and got in the back of the car Alyssa escorted us to, my heart beating like crazy, and expecting machine guns to rattle at any moment.

"Get the fuck in, get in!"

Even Alyssa seemed beyond stressed, and I could tell something really bad was happening.

Both of us stumbled onto the backseat of the car, while Alyssa jumped in the front seat, started the car, and I bumped right into the girl as the car started and made a drastic turn towards the gate.

Alyssa drove the car down the hill at an insane speed. It would only take one little mistake, and we'd be in a terrible accident. I had to tell myself that she was the greatest driver in the world. This was her thing after all.

"Get fucking dressed! Fuck!" she shouted while she looked in the rear view mirror with her eyes big.

Both of us awkwardly reached into our separate bags, and I awkwardly took off the stripper heels I had been wearing the whole time. I had even forgotten to take my sneakers and socks from Alexa's room.

Minutes later, I awkwardly sat there in my gray jogging pants, my own white shirt and my hoodie, barefoot, as we drove off, still wondering what was happening. Telling myself things. Even telling myself that this might be the end of all of this. That the gang was going to be into a huge conflict, and they'd forget all about me. Or that they were all going to be jailed, and I was finally going to be free. Or was Alyssa going to.. get rid of us? No, I did not want to think about that. The thought itself almost made me throw up.

I just sat there quietly, both me and the girl staring out of the car window, each with our own thoughts, our own web of confusion.

I sighed in relief as I then recognized a more familiar neighborhood. Without even using any sort of navigation, she apparently knew exactly where I lived, which was frightening in itself, but I told myself once again that this was the end of it all. No more gangsters. No more "sugar". No more humiliation. No more threats. No more pain.

The car stopped right in front of the apartment complex that I lived in.

"Get your ass out, damn!" Alyssa shouted.

I awkwardly picked up my bag, and got out of the car. I had barely closed the door, and the car was already gone.

In broad daylight, and without any shoes or socks on my feet, I tried to not get noticed by anyone as I walked towards the apartment building, my heart still beating fast.

I fumbled around in the bag to get my keys, standing in front of my apartment door, and just before I heard voices of other people in the building, managed to get in, and close the door behind me.

"Jesus.. jesus.. "

But unlike last time, when I was dropped off by Gab, at least now I had a slight bit of hope that I was safe. That I would not be bothered anymore. That I'd never have to deal with the consequences of acting like a hostess at that stupid club again.