Hunger (Damnation Book 1)

Chapter 7 - Hellfire

Chase is enjoying his soullessness, but I've just about had it. He's always around. I feel I never have any time to myself. He's always with me, or texting me, or calling me. Even with the other johns, I've always had time to myself. This is the last time I allow the agreement last so long with someone I go to school with. I have to go back to the Backbone. It's the only time I can get away. I haven't heard from Michael in three days; since he last brought me home, and I'm pissed. I'm sure, since he's an angel and all; he's pretty busy, but seriously. It's just kind of a dick move. When packing for the day, I throw in an outfit that I can wear to work. Leather always turns guys on and is rather durable. Plus, I'm in the mood for a little hardcore at the moment. I'm tired of the gentleness I've gotten for the last three days.

As the last bell rings, I pull Chase close and ask, "Take me to work?"

Chase stops and says, "I thought you didn't work there anymore."

I shake my head. "No. I just had to wait for the bruises to heal."

Dad never said I was allowed to quit. Michael made that assumption. I still have to go and deal with the horn-dogs that frequent those places. Chase nods and we head to his motorcycle. He drops me off and I pray I still have a job.

Walking in, I see Caleb behind the bar. "Welcome back," he leers. "I didn't think I would be seeing you again."

"Needed to heal," I say. "No guy will pay for a chick that's black and blue."

The boss walks out and says, "You're on the floor today. Twenty bucks a dance, more if they got it. Do not disappoint me."

His voice is clipped and full of anger. Yeah, we definitely pissed him off the other night. I go and change and start walking the place. There are a couple suits hanging out before heading home to the wives and kids. They've got doubles in their hands and are practically screaming money. Making my way towards them, I put a saunter in my hips. "Hey, fellas. You doing alright?" I ask.

One takes me in from head to toe before motioning for me. I settle in his lap and start playing with his collar. He slips a twenty into my bottoms as I situate myself on top of him. Dancing is way easier than private rooms. I'm glad I get a reprieve. I needed one. However, there is still the Hellfire Room they can pay to take dancers into. This one only wants a dance though. His lips touch my shoulders and neck as I dance, but that's okay. I siphon his desire from him, using my body to amp him up. At the end, he hands me another twenty before sending me on my way.

Not five steps away, another one waves me over with a bill. "What can I do you for?" I ask leaning over him.

"Let's start with a dance," this one says. He isn't in a suit, but he obviously has money. He practically oozes it. He tucks the money into the garter on my leg and I begin to dance. This one has wandering hands though. He isn't like the nice guy in the suit. He's getting way too touchy feely for just twenty bucks.

"Hey, now. You want to touch me there, you got to pay more," I say pulling away just a tad.

"How much?" he asks.

"A hundred," I say standing. I hold out my hand and then lead him to the Hellfire Room.

The Hellfire Room is the top balcony, but it isn't private. That's why is doesn't cost as much as the rooms in the back. There are five other girls in the room. Some only have one john, while others have a couple. There is one girl in the back corner that is taking care of three. I pick an unoccupied couch and push him into it. Holding out my hand, I take his money. I straddle him and he unbuttons my leather vest. He smiles like he has hit the jackpot as his hands pick back up where they left off.