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Clean up (Gage)

I tried to keep the kid from getting fucked up. When I got to work Jason was waiting for me in the office. I didn't even go home after I went to the gym. I came straight to work, and his ass was there waiting for me.

"Gage! No hard feelings about yesterday I hope. I have a tendency to put my own selfish needs before the business. Let's go get our little trouble making friend out of her room." He was all mock sincerity and he smirked at me.

I know he did something to the girl, but I don't know what. I don't have keys to his little dungeon. So I couldn't have gotten her out without them. We walk down there and he looks in. He just peeks his head in and then looks back at me pulling a face.

"ew...Damn, she doesn't look so hot. She wouldn't tell me what happened yesterday. So I didn't know how to make sure she wouldn't feel so bad today. Looks like she got sick a lot. Fucking reeks in there. I'll be right back, you wait out here." He relocks the door, walks off, and leaves me standing here. The guy is a fucking nutbag.

He comes back with a big bucket of water. He smiles, unlocks the door, opens the door, and walks in letting the door shut behind him. I open it and enter after him pretending that he isn't pissing me off royally.

The girl is chained up. Her shirt is gone and lying on the floor. There are cuts all over her and dried blood. The big purple bruise on her stomach, and the black eye is new as well. She is covered in vomit. The room fucking reeks of puke and vodka.

He dumps the water on her, and then squats down to talk to her. She's awake. However her eyes are shut tight and she is pale. He backs away and then she throws up everywhere, Fuck.

She starts dry heaving, and Jason smiles. He drops the keys in my hand, and lets me know it's my problem now. I start to work on the locks of the cuffs and neck collar. She mumbles hate as I free her. I don't know if she thinks I'm Jason or maybe she is saying it to me. I'm trying to figure out how bad her injuries are.

She can't keep herself from falling after I get her out of the chains. I pick her up and take her to the Doc. You can tell she is hurting. Probably a fucking epic hangover, and sever dehydration.

After laying her on the bed she covers her face with a pillow. We got her strapped to the bed. She doesn't want to keep her arm down so he can get an IV in her. It's rough because she is completely dehydrated too. He gets it in and starts pumping her full of fluid. Then he adds some pain meds too.

Soon she is talking again and she wants food. The doctor cleaned her up and covered her with a blanket. I grabbed a T-shirt I had in a bag. Then I got her crackers.

"So I guess I'll go back to stripper school?" She asks. What the fuck else are you going to do? I think to myself. She is not giving me the friendliest look.

"Yeah Kat is worried about you." I told her. I feel like shit for not being able to help her last night. I am not going to let her know. If anyone says anything I will throw Kat under the bus for why I tried to intervene. It's not a total lie either. Kat did send me a bunch of texts asking if she (Charlie) was ok. Well the crazy bitch doesn't know who BLACK SABBATH is but she's back to being a pain in the ass. The drugs seem to be making her feel better. I text Kat that she will be ok instead.

"Come on crazy ass." I say helping her off the bed. She stuck her tongue out at me, but she followed me without any argument. She is a little high thanks to the painkillers the Doc gave her. Kat has been not so patiently waiting for us. She runs up to hug Charlie and checks how bad the damage was.

"Oh shit, I was so worried about you! Are you ok, honey?" She is checking her over and hugs her. Charlie winces and Kat lets go apologizing for squeezing to hard.

We walk in the room and the girls go over to start working. I'm going back to the corner. Jason doesn't leave till much later so I'm stuck here. I try to fuck around on my phone, but end up watching Charlie. She is not the most graceful dancer. I am sure being a little high isn't helping but still. I hope she gets better. If not, I have no idea what to do with her. At least she's hot so she could make money as a waitress.

I try to concentrate on anything other than Charlie's half hearted attempts at dancing. I try to think of ways to help her find a place to stay. I know a lot of girls rent houses together. That way she doesn't have to go through what she did last night again. I need to find a different place to keep her. That way she's not stuck here where he can get to her whenever he wants. I guess I can start trying to figure some of this shit out. I start texting and calling trying to find some place to put this girl.

After over an hour I got nothing. Without an Identity or anyone knowing her they won't let her in. There is also the fear of pissing Jason off. I had even tried the Bosses office. They told me she had to stay. Well I am not really known for doing what I'm told so I keep trying. I find myself watching the girls again. Charlie is getting better. At least she doesn't look like she's in pain anymore. You can tell she is not loving this.

"You look like you're doing math in your head!" Kat says and laughs. Charlie looks frustrated. "Look, you are thinking too much. You don't have to actually enjoy giving the dance. Think of it as the guy is just a prop you're using to dance with. Or pretend he's someone you want to dance for." She winks at her. "It's a job like most. You don't have to like everything you do, but you have to do it. Do you understand?" Charlie nodded. She looked defeated and sad.

"Better to make the most of it, and find a way to make it easier. Wouldn't you rather that than be miserable and hate yourself the whole time? I didn't want to be a stripper but I am good at it. I make good money doing it. I like dancing, and I love dancing on the pole. I am not a fan of grinding on sleazy guys, but I have found ways of making it easier. So now I'm going to be the sleaze and you are going to dance for me. Got it?" Kat grins and winks. Charlie nods her head and bites her lip, Cute.

Kat hit the play button on her remote and the music started. She gives Charlie directions while she is dancing around her. Kat tries to help Charlie position herself so she is not too close but close enough. Charlie gets frustrated and throws a lot of fits. She is like a ferocious kitten. She thinks she is gonna tear shit up but only leaves a little scratch. Good thing Kat is patient and easy going. Because Charlie is not. After another hour or so Kat stands up.

"Gage, I gotta go for the day! I'll be back tomorrow." Kat hugged Charlie and they talked for a minute. Then we walked Kat to the door. "I'll see you guys tomorrow!"

"Bye Kat." Charlie says and waves to Kat. Then she turns to me. "Now what?" She asks. And fuck if I know. I really didn't think this far ahead.

"You can go rest, and I will have food brought to you." She nods and I lead her out of the room. I take her back to the...well, the fucking prison cell she is supposed to stay in.

"I am never going to get out of here am I?" She whispers and I glance back at her. Her head is down and you can hear how tired she is.

"As long as Jason is here, probably not." I say. No use lying to the girl, and Jason is only the closest threat. The boss is the one who is really keeping her here.

"And when you take over?" She asks. I sigh and run my hand over my hair. I still can't lie.

"I...I don't really know. This is kinda out of my hands, kid." I opened the door to her cell. Nicer than jail but real hospital rooms are homier. I know I have seen both. "I..uh..have to lock you in." I say after she steps in. I don't want to do this. I know this is wrong, but I tell myself I have no choice.

"psh...I expected nothing less." She went over to the bed and laid down facing the wall.

"Ok, well I will have someone come down with food for you." She didn't turn around. I did not want to lock her in this room. I also don't want her to get killed because she ran off. I don't want to jeopardize my career or my life either.

I try to concentrate on all the shit I have to do. Outta sight, outta mind. I did have one of the guys I trust not to fuck with her take her some food later.