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Authors: Phoenix Rayne

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“Have a good one, honey,” Misty said.

As I boarded the elevator, Troy stepped around the corner and got on with me.

“I need a favor, Cricket,” he said.

“What’s up?”

“I need you to work the club room tonight.”

“Alright. What time?”

“In an hour,” he said, looking at his watch.

I nodded at him and faced the elevator door. He slid over to me and placed one of his hands on my butt and licked the side of my face. “You think you can sneak off from my brother tonight?”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

He laughed and shook his head. “Do you ever say no to anything?” The elevator door opened on my floor.

“Do I have a choice?” I stepped off and didn’t look back.

In my room, I showered and put on a white shinny tank tee with tight leather pants and a matching jacket and stiletto heels. I put my hair up in a ponytail and carefully applied red lipstick. Then, I went back down to the bar and ordered a shot.

“What we got?” I shouted over the music to the bartender.

“High rollers are in VIP, and some computer guys are sitting over in Spain,” he yelled back at me over the music.

Three Strikes Casino and Hotel had two clubs in it; one was an upbeat, hip-hop style club, and the other was a more laid back, reggae, pop feeling spot. Tonight, I was working in the reggae club. My job was to make sure the rich guys were having fun with the planted call girls. I had to make sure their tables were full of women and drinks. The bartenders would let me know where the hot tables were, and I would send over what they needed. Everyone knew me and trusted me, and that was the way I liked it.

I’d been there an hour, and I’d over stuffed the computer guys section with pretty blonds while making sure they had plenty of champagne to drink. Two guys in VIP were fucking four call girls, and the other three watched them with their dicks in their hands. I looked at the girls, and they gave me the thumbs up — they were okay. I told the bouncer to check on them in twenty minutes. I went back downstairs and sat at the bar with a rum and coke. On my second sip, the D.J. called me out and told me to get up and shake that sexy ass of mine.

“Your work never ends,” the bartender said with a smile.

The D.J. started playing my favorite reggae song,
Hold You
by Gypitan. I stood up, and the strobe lights started. I handed the bartender my leather jacket. Then I pulled the twisty out of my hair and shook my hair around to hide my face. No matter how many times I heard this song, it always made me tear up; tonight was no exception.

As I walked to the dance floor, I thought about where I was a year ago and how perfect my life was. Now my whole entire world was a complete clusterfuck. I was fucking one brother, sucking the other off, and letting the old me do terrible things
to
me.

I stepped onto the floor and raised both of my arms and joined the crowded floor. Everyone was grinding and humping. I closed my eyes and let the tears fall. Someone pulled me close to them, and I didn’t even care. I danced with him and then another man pulled me and then another. I danced like that for the next two songs, totally uncaring.

When I made it back to the suite, Trey had three guys there. Cinnamon and Sugar were both drunk, and the guys were coked up. I spoke to them and sat for about ten minutes before I left and went to get in the shower. I locked my bathroom door and slid the vanity chair under the doorknob. I heard Trey try the door while I was in the shower. He started banging on the door, and I stayed in the shower until he settled down. I put a nightgown on and opened the door slowly.

When I walked out, Trey slapped me in the face and I fell back on the wall. I had stopped screaming a long time ago, and I just stood there waiting for the next blow. He broke one of my gown straps and then yanked it up and slammed me against the wall. I fought with him until I was turned backwards. I had never let Trey inside Juicy; he always got it from the back. Juicy had only ever had one visitor, and I planned to keep it that way as long as I lived.

“Let me get it from the front,” he slurred.

“I’m on my period,” I lied.

“You said that the last time.”

“You know this is your special place. I don’t let anybody else in there but you,” I lied again.

“You don’t let them old men in there, baby?”

“No, never. This is your secret place. It’s special.”

Trey slid into me from behind and asked me if I loved him. I lied to Trey almost every single night; I always told him yes.

Trey was normally done quickly, but he must have been really drunk, or maybe he had done some coke too. I’d have to turn my performance up a notch if I wanted to get some sleep tonight. I rode him reversed cowgirl style; this was Trey’s favorite position. He loved watching my ass bounce up and down. This position was more painful for me because he squeezed my ass cheeks so hard that I had major bruising the next day.

After a long, gruesome, eight minutes, Trey finally came. He pulled out, kissed my back, and told me he was sorry. He walked away and fell on the bed.

I returned to the bathroom, slid the vanity chair back under the door, and got back in the shower. When I got out, I slid on another one of the nightgowns hanging on the back of door and threw the now torn one into the trash. When I walked back into the room, Trey was passed out and would be until the morning.

My phone beeped, and I read the text message. “I need you,” Troy typed.

“Come on up.” I typed back before shutting the door and going into the living room.

Sugar was letting one of those guys go down on her, and Cinnamon and the other two guys were gone. But with the moans and screeches I heard coming from the bedroom they shared down the hall, I knew they were in there. I saw stacks of money on the table. Cinnamon and Sugar had hit the jackpot with these guys.

I cracked the door and waited for Troy to get there. He walked in, locking the door behind him. He watched Sugar and the guy on the couch for a while and then he came over to me on the other side of the suite. We went into the spare bedroom like we always did.

I locked the door behind us and kneeled down. I took him into my mouth and went to work. He lasted maybe two minutes; Troy always punched the wall when he came. He had never asked me for sex, and I was glad about that.

“Girl, that mouth and tongue of yours…”

I stood up and unlocked the door.

“Wait, did
he
do that to your face?” he asked.

I walked out the door and headed for the guest bathroom to wash Troy’s juices off my neck and breasts. When I came out, I did not see anyone. Sugar was gone, and so were her guest.

I went to the hallway closet and pulled out my bedding. I stepped out on the patio, shut the door, and laid down on the cushioned lounge chair. I slept here almost every night.

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