Cross My Heart

Chapter 8

Stuff is gonna start goin' down soon. After this chapter, I think. They're just getting warmed up to each other right now. Have patience. But not patients....unless you're a doctor, of course....
Sorrz for the corny jokes!

GWEN'S POV:

I gargled with as much water as I could in the shower, scrubbing my body at the same time. I only had about 2 minutes to clean up and be fresh for the next client. We had shower caps for this, so our hair wasn't wet. Unless we had to wash...mess out of our hair...
I had one minute to brush my teeth.
And Gus always watched it all.

He tossed me new lingerie, and they were red tonight, because he couldn't find any pink ones I guess. The bra was about 2 cup sizes too big. These were the black girl's, obviously. She had the biggest boobs. It didn't even cover me at all. It just sagged over me, and I struggled to keep it on as Gus walked me through the hall back to my room.
I sat on the bed, and noticed that Gus forgot to clean out the trash bowl. He knew that sometimes we vomited, either from being forced to deep throat, or from being choked, or having our mouths flooded with semen. So he usually cleaned out the bowl between clients. But he forgot tonight.

I sat for what seemed like forever. Not that I minded. The longer I waited, the less time for sex.
Finally, I could hear Gus and someone walking down the hall.
I wasn't supposed to talk unless asked to, so I didn't bother informing Gus about the bowl of vomit and semen.
I didn't want to know who would be next tonight, so I kept my head down at my lap. I just couldn't get myself to look. I was in denial that I had to have more sex after the strangler. If Gus or the boss had a heart at all, they'd know what trauma we'd just been through, and leave the rest of our night free after him.
But they didn't have hearts. Not at all.

I heard the next client walk in, and stop just through the door.
Then I heard the door close and lock.
And then I heard sniffing. I looked up, and there stood Gavin.
GAVIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes!! The perfect break after the strangler!
My eyes got wide, and my mouth fell open with excitement and just plain relief.
But what was he doing? He was sniffing the air, with a crinkled forehead.
He finally looked at me, "Why does it smell like vomit in here?"
I felt my face get red, and I was instantly embarrassed, holding the sheet as tight as I could now.
"The last client.....he makes me throw up usually, because he......", I stopped explaining, feeling gross and humiliated and ashamed.
"He what?" Gavin asked, as he rushed over to the bed, taking a glance in the bowl, swallowing with a horrid look on his face, then looking at me with concern in his eyes.
I stood up and walked the bowl to the furthest corner of the room, and came back, still struggling to keep the way too big, red lacy material covering my breasts.
Gavin watched me as I came back and practically hid under the sheets as I sat.
"What did he do to make you vomit, Gwen?" Gavin asked again.
"We call him the strangler..." I told Gavin what he wanted to know. Which meant I basically had to tell him what my entire past hour was like, in detail. I had sort of told him about the Strangler last night, but not very much. Just a quick mention, when explaining some of my other regular clients.
His eyes glistened more and more in the dim lamp lit room as I told him my recent experience, and finally, I saw a tear spill over the edge of his eye. He gulped, and let out a shaky breath, as if he was crying inside, but holding it in.
Was he crying for me? Was he sad at what was done to me? Did he pity me? I didn't know.
Just as he said "I'm so sorry Gwen", another tear spilled out from his other eye, and a second one came from the first eye, following the wet trail the first tear had made.
I didn't want him to cry. I was wrong. I wasn't happy if he'd cry just because he was a man and deserved it. I was pretty sure he DIDN'T deserve it now. I wasn't 100%. I'd NEVER be 100% sure about him, but I was PRETTY sure I didn't want him to suffer and be sad and cry.
It made me sad.
He just sat there, looking from my eyes, to his own lap and back, sometimes wiping his eyes, only for a few more tears to wet his face again.
And then his eyes stopped on my neck, and he stared for a long moment, and squinted.
He stood up and grabbed the lamp and took off the shade so it was brighter in the room. He told me "Lean your head back".
Always following orders, I did so without hesitation, my heart sinking in my chest.
He moved the lamp towards my neck and my fingers squeezed on the sheets, ready to flinch and block myself. My only thought was that he was going to burn me with the light bulb.
One guy a long time ago, back when I'd first started having sex, burnt me. He had said he'd wanted to bring candles and burn me with wax, but no one was allowed to bring anything, so he had to use the bulb. It was a frightening and painful experience. And I was left with red burn dots everywhere. Some of which were worse than others. The one on my clitoris ended up getting infected, and I had to take medicine everyday for a while. At least I couldn't have sex for a few days. No one wanted a vagina that was infected. The pain was almost unbearable, every time I'd move. I still had to work the kitchen and clean and stuff, so I had constant tears in my eyes, even as still as I tried to make myself at all times.
The girls helped me get through it. They worked extra fast at their own chores, so they could help me. They'd sneak around and whisper and tell me to just stand there and not move, and they'd do my chores for me, as much as they could get away with. It was one of the worst times I'd ever had here.