High Heels & Lipsticks

Heads or tails

"Call it! Heads to tails?"
"Tail," I answered. Trina and I have been flipping coins for the shackle room ever since I first started here. It's always down to our last shift and neither of us wanted to be the last one closing up the hell hole.
"Heads!!!" She screamed jumping and gloating.
Of course, it was, it's rarely tail but I always choose it anyways. I couldn't help but felt like the minute I start choosing heads it's gonna be tails and I kept wishing my lucks gonna change........ it never does.

"Shackle up hoe. I'm gonna kick it by the bar until you're through."
She hated the idea of waiting on me just as much as I hated the idea of waiting on her. Fortunately for me, she didn't have a choice. It was already 2 AM and taking the bus in our uniforms would get us raped, robbed, and killed.

I took a deep breath and walked towards the shackle room to prepare myself for our guest.
Shortly after, 5 men walked in, I felt the energy drain from my body. No one said anything about 5 men, the most are always 3.
"You've got to be joking! Ain't no fucking way!"
"Marvin! When did this happen? When
did we go up this many men?"
Marvin was our room coordinator, he was always in a corner watching with a few guns hidden on his body beneath his khaki suit and inside the side of his white socks fitted in crocodile skin boots. "You know the rules. Shit happens, you either get with it or get lost." He reminded me with a smirk on his face. Uh! I hated his dumb ass but he was right! These were the rules.

These men didn't care what I said, how I said it, or if I was not informed. Could tell Marvin to tell them to go fuck themselves in front in front of their faces and they still wouldn't give a rat's ass. They paid the money and they expected the services.
"Whips or chains boys?" I asked now getting back into character.
That's what the shackle room was about.

Men would pay a great amount of money and you chain them up or tie them up and beat the shit out of them. Most pervs wanted pussy or ass game but not these sick fucks. They wanted the extra special. Occasionally you have a few that came for the extreme special, you don't get to ask them whips or chains, they ask you.

None of them answered, all stood staring. Weird little fuckers I'd say. All 5 men, just standing there in a straight horizontal line. Nothing special about them. The regular men that came in here. Men with filled pockets and empty marriages, dressed in formal suits and hungry eyes. All sickos looked the same.

You don't get to ask the questions sweetheart."
I looked over at Marvin as the words left his mouth. It was a train night and I've never done a train night. I've never actually done 2 guys either, I'm always asking. It paid less but that's what I was able to tolerate. It was hard to determine if I was promoted or demoted.
"Fuck!" I signed.