The Brown Eyed Daughter

Chapter 5

The next day the girls were set free, to go shopping that is. Carl escorted them, to clothes and grocery store's. Along with some other pit stops to pick up some of the girls habits. Lala picked up some of her own from the money she kept. They all ran around like little puppies that had been taken off their leash for the first time. While the girls were all out Lala over heard Kiki talking about Deciet, a strip club. "Girl, I hope I get picked so I can get the fuck outta here."

They were now walking back to the motel. "What is she talking about?" Lala whispered to Jayde as they both fumbled with bags.

Jayde sighed as they begun walking up the stairs. "Once a month they go through the girls, picking the prettiest or best at giving a blow to work there. It's a step up from here..."

Lala noticed Jayde mood change as she explained. Then it hit her, the scars on her hips, she would never be picked because of it. "When do you they do this?" She asked, setting her stuff down after they had enter the motel and then sat on her cot.

Jayde did the same facing Lala. "Whenever they feel like they have a good crop." Jayde reached for her compact, doing a bump. Lala followed her example, reaching in the little clear baggy. "It's a pipe dream, man."

The drip ran down her throat, burning, tasting like asprin. She took in Jayde's appeance as she bent over, unbaging items while Lala sat in a daze, sniffing. "Mmm, beautiful," Lala muttered staring at Jayde causing her to raise a quesitoning eyebrow. Snapping Lala out of her thoughts. "Sorry, I am technically a coke whore." They both bursted into laughter.

A couple nights went by and Lala and Jayde stood at their post, well Jayde stood, Lala danced around singing, higher than a kite. Lala still hadn't done anything with a John yet, Johnny was not happy. She had been roughed up a bit, by Johnny's muscle, but all she did was laugh and smile. "I could be a smack freak, and hate society. I could hate god!"

"Hey look," Jayde spoke pointing with a cigarette at the black Tesla from a few nights before. "Lover boy is back."

Lala went running over to the car, her heels made a lightly clicking noise. She knew he would come back. "Jack!" She exclaimed.

Jack took in the energy raidiating off of her. She was most definatly high on something. Must be coke, he thought to himself. "You okay?" Lala nodded, quickly, getting in the car. They drove and parked at the motel. Getting out Lala was still hopping around to her own beat. She took the key from Johnny not even looking at him.

"About time! You're gonna have to do more than play with his dick!" Johnny shouted after them.

Hand in hand, Jack walked, while Lala skipped still singing. "I hate may wayyyy!

"Slow down," Jack stopped, causing Lala to stand as still as she could, looking at him. "How much coke have you done?"

Lala shrugged, smiling. "Why? What's wrong?"

"I just wanna make sure you're okay?" Jack spoke clearly. "There's some dirty shit out here and I don't want you--"

Lala cut him off by shoving him against the dirty paint chipped wall, kissing him. Jack lost all train of thought. Her kisses where like pure air, getting higher than she was. "Come on," she said as she pulled away dragging him to the motel room.

Once inside Lala instantly kissed him, pressing him to the closed door. Running her hands up and down his body. Stopping at the top on his pants, she fumbled with his belt and undid his black tight jeans. She slid her hand in, running her hand up and down his quickly harden manhood.

"Fuck," Jack breathed, inbetween kisses.

"You want more?" Lala asked breathlessly, Jack only nodded in response. Lala slid down to her knees and kissed his jean clad erection. Looking back up to Jack, she began pulling his trousers down. Taking all the could in her throat, gagging slightly, she bobbed her head, while Jack lost all touch with reality. Lala stopped kissing the tip of his throbbing cock. "Want more?"