I sat in silence on the way back to the cheap motel. My bra and panties are flooding with cash, and I'm petrified of one of them discovering.
I've grown accustomed to their heavy groping, and I told myself they'd never go further, but that statement seems to have drifted away with time and their actions.
It only takes one touch to find my extra hidden cash. It's supposed to be divided evenly, as Green says, every time he confiscates the money that has been stuffed in my waistband.
'Divided evenly', like we had all contributed to the earnings. Like I wasn't the only one losing more and more of my dignity with each performance.
I'm not scared of being exploited by them anymore. At least, that's how I act. I'm a smart girl. And when faced with the option to have my food and drink constantly spiked or to stay quiet and still and in my right mind, I choose to be able to think.
Being smart is my only advantage against them. Physically, they all outweigh me, and their strength in numbers is enough to keep me planted in this god awful van. But not for much longer.
The dollar bills scratch against my chest with every bump of the road. We take a tight turn through the trees until I spot the flashing glow of the broken motel sign.
Home sweet home.
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