Pure Moxie

Chapter 30| Canary(18+)

(Canary's POV)

"Oh yeah you like that baby?" This rando groaned in my ear. I hummed in agreement while trying to take a drag from my cigarette but he was fucking me too fast and too rough. It was very uncomfortable but my cigarette got me through it. The bed creaked constantly and it was making my migraine worse. His sweat dripped onto my neck as he held his face there. I sat up on my elbow while wrapping my arm over his head so that I could smoke.

My hair was stuck to my face, neck and shoulders. The fan that was posted on my vanity was quite old but it was doing all it could do.

"Oh fuck I'm coming baby!" He strained.

"Same...me too" I said with such sarcasm. All of a sudden Proxie came in. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Proxie? The hell are you doing here?" I asked. The guy didn't stop fucking me but he was looking up at Proxie.

"Did you hear? Zink got sent off to Las Vegas and I'm fucking jealous" She said with a smile. I was amazed by the news.

"Wow really? What a fucking rockstar huh?" I said with a light chuckle before I took another drag.

"Yeah but I was also going to ask if you've seen Vonne" I thought about the last time I was talking to Vonne.

"Uhh, I think I seen her earlier today. All I know is, is that her shift isn't over yet so she's probably just on the stage. Better go catch her before Mr. Z gets here" she nodded and left. I was gonna take another drag of my cigarette but the guy randomly slammed his lips against mines. I tried to pulled away but he pushed his weight further on me and did a few more sloppy hard thrusts before he came.

Once he pulled away I got a taste of salt and cheap booze. I covered my boobs and sat up against the bed so that I could finish my cigarette.

"Thanks for the fun time hot stuff. Too bad I gotta get back to the wife and three little bastards" I looked at him in disgust as he buckled up his pants. I scoffed and rolled my eyes, looking down at my almost finished cigarette.

"Father-of-the-year everybody..." I mumbled in sarcasm. Suddenly the back of someone's hand was harshly swiped across my cheek. I held my cheek and looked up in shock.

"Now that isn't the way we talk to our clients is it?" Mr. Z asked. I started trembling as the taste of blood and spit filled my mouth. I looked into my lap and swallowed, feeling myself about to cry.

"No sir..." I mumbled. He leaned his ear down to my mouth.

"HUH?!" He randomly shouted. I jumped lightly.

"No sir!" I said clearer. He raised up and stared me down like I was the most disgusting thing on earth. I didn't bother to look at him because I just knew I looked horrible.

"Why must you make me hurt you sometimes?" He asked. I felt his hand rub the top of my head.

"Look at me sweetheart..." I looked up at him.

"I don't like hurting you....so the next time you fuck up...I'm killing you. Ok?" With that he walked out of the room. I was so shocked and scared. I slowly brung my knees up to hug my legs so that nobody would see or hear me cry.

I don't know how I got to this point but I'm here now. It's like only yesterday was when I was dreaming about having a huge house with a cute puppy as my partner and it would just be me and her against the world. But here I am in a run down criminal city working in a prostitution department while my other friends are stripping. The real struggle is here and they don't know it.

If I could I would be in that club, happy that I'm expressing my talent for a BUNCH of money other than sucking a bunch of pig dick for pocket change...

Vonne has it so good and it irritates me when she keeps fucking up! She's the one fucking our boss so that is why I am trying to keep her in line because she's our one way ticket out of here. She fucks around one more time and he's gonna throw her in here like rotten meat. Mr. Z tries his best to make the prostitution palace seem like a fucking princess playroom when it's not. Everyone in here is hooked on drugs but this is like a luxury hotel to them so you know that they have practiced how to hide it from him.

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A wave of hot breath fanned over the side of my face. I twitched and tried moving but realized there was another body on top of me. I opened my eyes to see that Proxie was discombobulated on top of me while snoring. One of her eyes were slightly opened but I could see that it was rolled back. I scoffed and pushed her off of me.

"Proxie!" I yelled in a whisper.

"Hu.." She hummed in her sleep. I rolled my eyes harshly and slapped her boob. She finally woke up.

"What is it?" She said, frustrated.

"The hell are you doing here?" She sat up and so did I.

"I didn't want to sleep alone. Xanny punched me when I snuck in her room..." she said while holding her head down.

"Well anybody would! What did you expect? A hug?" She just shrugged.

"It's just that all of us are so scattered now. I don't even know where Vonne is, I would ask Mr. Z but he's so unapproachable. And besides....I wanna blow stuff up." I looked at her with furrowed eyebrows.

"What do you mean 'blow stuff up'? Do you not hear how dumb you sound?"

"Look I know what you're thinking but I've been had a bunch of bombs and explosives ever since I was little. I was addicted to chaos and I still am...and when I seen how crazy and mentally unstable you guys were I thought you all would agree with me.." I thought about her explanation.

"Well. That does sound very fun to be honest but where the hell would we go to blow up things? We don't have a getaway car, we don't have disguises and we can't just throw bombs here and there where people could see us" I said. She formed a devilish smirk.

"Who said we were gonna be on the ground?" I thought about what she said and tried my hardest to process it. If it means being out of this hellhole, what do I have to lose? I smiled.

"Im fucking in!" I said. Her face lit up with so much excitement before she tackled me. We laughed but then I quickly told her to shush, bringing us down to light giggles. We both got off the bed and got ready for a night of chaos.