Sharing Freedom (4 page)

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Freedom cleaned as the girls came in one by one and introduced themselves to her.
She felt out of place in the room with them. Earlier it had only been Shady
, and Freedom
had changed into her costume in private.
Apparently,
this didn’t matter to the women.
Other things didn’t matter either, since Shady pulled out a bag of weed and lit up
while she watched.

When they came in
,
they started disrobing from their already short shorts and tank tops before they
had even let the door close. She didn’t know how to react to shaking hands with women
who were naked when they said hi. It was unnerving, but they didn’t seem to care.

Shady told her that until she was fully trained she had the shitty shifts, from opening
to only five when the bigger crowds came in. But she was expected to waitress as
well if she wanted to make money.
Since dancing certainly was not going to work
,
she thought.
She knew she sucked and wasn
’
t going to embarrass herself further until she knew what she was doing.
Shady
had laughing
ly
agreed, and showed her how to do a lap dance. It had been sad and ugly but Shady
told her to rub their cock with her ass and she would be fine.

When she walked out into the loud main room next, she felt the blood rush to her face.
Treat and Shady were dancing.
However,
the others she met
—
Nike, and Rain
—
were slinging drinks and doing lap dances. She needed to do
this, no one she knew would ever look for her here. It was
the reason
she had picked this place
to stop
.

Freedom had been down to her l
ast hundred dollars, and she
walked out of the seedy hotel she had gotten a room for cheap and just walked, determined
to find somewhere no one would look for her
to make some money. When her feet became
so tired that she couldn’t walk any more
,
Freedom had been in the parking lot of the strip club. She had laughed and walked
right in, it was perfect.
She had no idea what the fuck she was thinking at the
time
—
she blamed it on lack of sleep.

Now faced with her new reality, Freedom
was
having
second
thoughts.
However,
when Rain walked over to her
,
handed her a tray
,
and told her to move her ass, it was clear she wasn’t going to get a chance to leave
yet.
She had to suck it up and move, with a deep sigh she dove in.

For the
next
few hours she only thought about beer and
whiskey
, since that was the only thing the men who came into the place drank, and drank they
did. She was exhausted and only wanted to go back to her hole in the wall room and
crash. Hopefully the tips she made tonight, even without doing a lap dance
,
would last her until payday. She didn’t know how much she made since they
were just sticking bills in her
waistband.
Tomorrow she was going to have to get up enough nerve to do the whole lap dancing.
She could see hundreds sticking out of the other
girl’s
waists.

“New girl,” Nike yelled and pointed to the hallway. “Some chick threw up in the bathroom,
clean it up.”

Oh hell, that was so not in her job description, but the look from the tall
,
thin
,
black haired beauty told her not to argue.
Grumbling
,
she walked back into the hallway and looked for a bucket, one of these rooms had
to have cleaning supplies.
They hadn’t given her to whole tour, only pointed to doors earlier.
She remembered Shady said something about not going in a few of the doors
,
they were off limits.
She couldn’t remember which ones and to be honest she was too tired to give a shit.

O
ne of the rooms wasn’t closed all the way and
Freedom
figured it was a place to start but when she opened up the door,
she froze,
Freedom almost passed out at the sight before her.

There was a
huge
bed, and in the middle was Trick on her hands and knees. Two naked
,
sexy
,
huge men were fucking her from both ends.
Neither
of them stopped when she stumbled in. Instead
,
she
watched as
both men turn their lust
-
filled eyes to look at her.

“Trick, fu
cking swallow me whole
,
bitch,”
one
said and
tugged
her hair harder
while keeping his eyes locked on Freedom
.
Freedom sucked in a breath as she
t
hen
heard
Trick
moan with
what she could only think was in
pleasure.
What the fuck
?

Both men were moving fast, and as she was watching with her mouth
open,
she
watched
them begin to move
faster. Like it was
exciting
them
with her
standing there, a stranger for
G
od’s
sake.
The men's eyes were still locked on her
s
,
and as she stared at the men watching the muscles on their
sweat slicken
bodies contract and move
,
she felt heat rise on her cheeks
as
her stomach clinched and wetness seep
ed
onto her panties. What was wrong with her?
She'd never reacted to a man like this before and surely not two
,
and never had she ever invaded someone
’s
privacy or considered doing so while they were having sex.

“Wanna join
, sweet cheeks
?”
the other
said
, pulling her from
the
frozen state she was in. S
he made a noise that had to sound like a squeak
and
as she
ran out
,
she heard both men and Trick yell their release.
Shit
.

Damn it
, Freedom thought,
this was never going to work
.
She had walked into another world
, she thought and rolled on the bed to try to get comfortable. When she ran from
the room last night, she had been mortified. Freedom hadn’t known what the hell to
do, run or do what she was supposed to. Sucking in a deep breath, she had gone into
the women’s bathroom and cleaned up the mess. Of course, it had been gross, but she
had been too busy trying to process what she had seen.

When she came out, Shady had been waiting for her. “Got an eye full?”

“Yep,” Freedom said slowly.

“That was Poke and Easy, Trick loves the attention, it is how it is here. The MC
owns this club, owns the rooms, and owns the women who pledged to them. You, you
are an outsider and work here to strip, nothing else. If you have any more questions,
you ask Creed, no one else. We clear?” Shady said.

“Yep,” Freedom said and went to the back and gathered her things and left. She didn’t
say a word to anyone, she needed to think, not like she had a lot of choices. On
her own, she would eventually be caught, there was no doubt in her mind.

This was her only choice, and it sucked. She had never been in a strip club before
two days ago, and now she had not only taken off her clothes and sucked at it. She
had also seen something that made her feel like a deviant. Not because she had seen
people having sex, because if she allowed herself to think about it, she had been
aroused at the sight.

Easy and Poke, those were the two men who she had walked in on. Shady had given her
the rundown on them. When she had first taken the stage, she had seen them at another
table. Her eyes had been drawn to them. They were sex personified. She liked their
ruggedness, but their eyes were what made her fantasize about them during the night,
then as she remembered what she had seen earlier her hand went between her thighs,
and she began to slowly press her fingers through the slicken lips, finding her clit
and pressing down. She circled and pinched the nub all the while picturing the two
men's faces until she felt the build and release of her orgasm as her juices ran down
her thighs. She laid there looking at the ceiling wide awake and trying to level
her breathing. She didn't know what it was about the two but they were the leading
cause of her current state of sleeplessness that was apparently not going to go away.

Freedom pushed herself up and then pulled out the pre-paid phone she had purchased.
She wanted to call her father and see what was going on.
Regardless of anything, he was her father
, she thought.

With a deep breath, she dialed her home number and waited.

“Hello?” her father said groggily,
he had been sleeping
, she thought.

“Dad?” Freedom said hesitantly.

“Freedom, where are you? You need to come home,” her father yelled into the phone
and she grimaced.

“I heard you,” she said stonily and waited. No greetings or proclamations of love
or missing her, just stating the facts.

“What are you talking about? Freedom, you need to come home right now. Where are
you? I will come to you. I told you the last time your car was fixed and you could
come home and get it,” her father said with a panicked tone.

“You know what I am talking about. I heard all of it. You don't just owe people
money. If that had been the case, I would have stayed and helped you. I will not
be sold off to pay your debts,” she sobbed finally.

“It is not like that, Freedom, I will get the money, and all will be back to normal.
I just need time. The Devils said they would protect you,” her father said quickly.
“It won’t be bad, and they will forgive my debt. We have to pay them back, Freedom,
if I don’t, they will kill me.”

“You should have thought of that,” she said. “You should have come to me, but you
didn’t. Now you want me to what, spread my legs and pay your debt on my back?”

Her father paused and sucked in a breath. “Freedom, we all have to make sacrifices,
and I am not asking you to do anything, just go with them. Your mother’s bills were
huge, I couldn’t lose the business. You only have to stay with them until I get the
others dealt with.”

“Oh yeah, the Diablos, yeah at least I can feel grateful you didn’t turn me over to
them. But you did promise me to them, didn't you? You sold out your own daughter.
It doesn’t matter, I am not going to do that. You figure this out so I can come home,”
Freedom yelled.

“You will come home now so I can deal with it. You being gone is making this worse,”
her father said with a hard tone.

“No, I will not whore myself for anyone,” Freedom said as calmly as she could. Her
heart was beating wildly, how could her father think this was okay, she would never
have thought he was capable of this.

“Damn it, girl, you will do what you are told. I hardly think it is a lot to ask
to help me out a little, after all I fed you and clothed you your whole life,” her
father finally yelled.

“What?” Freedom said stunned.

“You heard me, you owe me, and if you have to service a few men to get me out of this,
you will,” her father ground out. She knew he could be a bastard and cold, but she
didn’t realize until she heard the words, she hadn’t know how much of a bastard he
was.

“I don’t owe you a damn thing,” Freedom yelled.

“You will do as you are told,” her father said with a warning tone in his voice.
It was like she didn’t even know the man.

“No, Dad,” she spat into the phone. “I will not come back and be treated like a whore.”

“You have until tomorrow at five p.m. to get back here, or I will just tell them that
you are theirs to do with what they want, if they find you,” her father warned and
she shook with rage. He would really just turn her over to them like nothing ever
happened.

“Go ahead, they’ll never find me,” Freedom yelled and hung up the phone.

She was on her own, because there was no way she was going to go back. Her father
had lost all his humanity, well, if he even had any to begin with. Freedom wondered
briefly about the MC club that she now worked for—the Warriors. Would they know the
other club? Would they and the Diablos look for her? She had no idea what to do,
and who to turn to. Her only hope was to keep her head down and pray.

*****

“You need to learn how the hell to shake your ass without scaring the shit out of
the men,” Trick snorted and Freedom put her head down.

They were in the club before hours, and all of the Bitches had come to help her learn
to dance. Although, she suspected Shady had ordered them to come because Trick wasn’t
happy about being there.

“Shut up, Trick,” Treat said to her best friend with a frown. “I remember when we
started. Creed thought I was a cheerleader because I bounced instead of moved. Not
that he minded, said my tits were hot when they bounced, but it was not as sexy.”

The women laughed. Freedom looked up at the woman who was staring intently at her
and frowned.
What had she done
? she wondered, and then as if a wave flowed over her, Trick’s face changed to smiling
and laughing so the other Bitches backed off. There was something about her Freedom
didn’t trust.

“Okay, let’s start with lap dances since you aren’t working the pole again for a while,”
Shady said and grabbed a chair and sat down. “Come here,” she ordered. Freedom looked
around as if to see who she was talking to. The women were watching her closely as
she walked over.

“Stop,” Nike said and stepped up and smiled at her gently. “You need to walk over
like you want to be here. The guys will never ask you to dance if you look like you
are headed in front of firing squad.”

“Okay,” Freedom said. “So how do you walk?”

Nike grinned and looked at Rain and said, “Grab a chair.” The girl laughed and grabbed
a chair and put it next to Shady. She leaned back and put her arm over the chair
like a man would and scratched her crotch.

“Yo, bitch, get me a beer,” she said in a deep gruff voice and the girls laughed.

“Right,” Nike said giggling. “When they come in and ask for a beer, the guys are
usually being an asshole. You need to get them to loosen up, especially if they were
on a run, it means they are thirsty and horny. They take care of the thirst first,
and then want their dicks happy. There are plenty to share, so if they are in your
section, you don’t want them calling someone else over for a lap dance. First off,
because we are all busy, especially on the weekends. If you slack, not only do you
lose money, but you will also piss us off.”

Freedom nodded and listened closely. Shady said, “Right, so you need to get their
little willies right away. Lap dances are done out on the floor, if they want a private
one, Shark and Magnum will schedule it and call you over. Now, in private sessions
they are longer, and of course, the guys cannot touch. They have the Prospects that
watch out for us. Body shots are done on the floor, with a Prospect standing by for
protection.”

“What about Candy and the others?” Freedom finally asked.

The girls looked at each other and then Shady said, “Listen, you know the guys are
Warriors. I explained how this works, but if you want to know more, you are gonna
have to decide which way you are gonna go, Freedom. ‘Cause you can be a club rat,
women who come on the weekends and fuck anyone, a club whore, who strips here and
lives at the apartments, but still fucks some of the customers because the guys don’t
want them for anything more. Or the Bitches, the members have voted us in; we live
at the clubhouse or the apartments. Only fuck the members of the club. We go on
runs with them if they ask, we help them out doing whatever they ask, and they protect
us, we are
their
Bitches. Some of the guys have old ladies; they have their own houses and pretty
much hang out. The women don’t get involved unless it is a club special event, they
more or less stick with each other. I don’t know what your plans are, and I am not
trying to be bossy or anything, but you really don’t want to be a whore or a rat.
So if you plan on sticking around for a while you are going to have to think like
a Bitch.”

Freedom nodded and looked at the girls who were staring at her closely. “How do you
become a Bitch?” she asked.

“The guys have to vote you in,” Shady said slowly.

“Shady, quit beating around the bush,” Nike said. “Basically, you need to get someone
to put in your name to be voted in, you gotta fuck one of them for sponsorship.”

Freedom looked at the women who were smiling at her. How the hell was she going to
tell them that she wouldn’t do that because she was a virgin? “So what do you mean
by protection?”

Shady laughed. “No one fucks with us, or they have to deal with the Warriors.”

“What about…” Freedom started and Rain stepped up.

“No one, we all have pasts, and so do they. We are a family, and if you want to have
their protection, then you join. Just remember, this isn’t a fucking game though,
you need to be serious about this, once you are in, it's for life. You don’t fucking
join and then let them handle your shit and you leave when everything in your world
is good. We deal with the good and the bad. This life is something we have all one
way or another wanted because our lives were fucked up before, or we were missing
something,” Rain said honestly.

Shady laughed. “Yeah, before you decide, watch and see. But if you were in a strip
club looking for a job then you have a problem; they know that, they aren’t stupid.”

Freedom nodded slowly and then looked at the girls and said, “Teach me how to dance,
and I will think about it.”

“Walking,” Nike said and she nodded and watched as Nike walked sexily toward Rain
who was back in the chair laughing.

They spent the next half an hour showing her how to swing her hips and move seductively
to the men without looking like a whore. They giggled and laughed, something Freedom
hadn’t done in what seemed like forever. It was too scary for her to think about
the fact she felt more comfortable with these strangers than she did with her friends
and family. She would worry about it later.

“Okay, lap dancing,” Shady announced and then sat back down in the chair and motioned
for Freedom to walk over.

When she did, she brushed against her like they showed her and Shady grinned and pulled
out a dollar. “Dance for me, bitch,” she laughed, waving the bill in front of her.

Freedom rolled her eyes and then put the tray down she had been using. She stepped
over to Shady and began to move to the music.

“Damn, girl,” Rain laughed, “you are way too stiff.”

Freedom growled. “It’s because I have no clue how to lap dance.”

Nike shook her head and then began to show her how to move her hips. “Sway them like
this at first.”

All of the women stood and did the same move to show her. She laughed and followed.

“In a circle,” Nike said. “Then throw in a figure eight,” she explained. “Don’t
jerk, make it smooth.”

Freedom tried and groaned when she couldn’t seem to get it. “Hey,” Shady said. “This
isn’t like dirty dancing, Free, you got to move as if you are fucking them.”

She sighed and then tried again. She vowed she was going to rent a freaking porno—maybe
that would help.

“Chick, you are sexually repressed,” Treat said. “You want them to drool over your
moves. Like twerking only slowly.”

“What the hell is twerking?” Freedom said.

“What, do you
not
watch YouTube?” Shady laughed and held out her arms and moved her hips quickly backing
toward Nike, making her ass bounce up and down. Freedom laughed as she watched them.

"Get that ass away from me, you could seriously hurt someone with that thing," Nike
laughed when Shady smacked at her.

“Oh yeah, kids got kicked out of school for doing that,” Treat said.

Someone turned the music to something different. Suddenly, the girls were moving
fast and dry humping each other. Shady came to her side and grabbed her hips and
she was moving. They laughed and danced until the music stopped quickly.

“Fuck, Easy, what the hell?” Treat called to the large man who was standing at the
bar with a scowl on his face.

“What’s going on?” he asked gruffly.

“Helping Free out with some moves. Have you been introduced?” Shady laughed. “I
mean besides seeing you and Poke fucking Trick?”

“No,” Easy said and walked forward, running his eyes over her. “If you had wanted
to watch, you should have come on in, we wouldn’t have minded."

“You mean join in, right,” Nike laughed and Easy glared at her. Freedom shifted from
one foot to the other.
He was sexy
, she thought,
even with his clothes on
. She stared at him while he talked to the girls, she noticed Trick stepping up to
him and wrapping one arm around his waist while taking her other hand, rubbing side
to side just above the waist of his pants. He kept talking and ignored her but didn’t
move her hands.

Freedom smiled and listened, the whole while wondering about Easy and Poke. What
it would feel like to touch them with familiarity as Trick was or to have their hands
touching her.