"Fen, can you please hand me the cream..."
Fenry got up on shaky legs and went around the tiny apartment to find the rolled up tube of a healing salve. He weakly tossed it over to Toronto who left afterwards to the bathroom, probably to apply the cream.
I didn't want to move or even think about moving. We've had rough clients before, but last night probably took the cake for all of us. Fenry's dad forced us to serve a party last night that a group of veterans showed up to. At least some of them were pleasing to the eye...
Everyone seemed really down and exhausted today, but it made perfect sense. We were all broken and just... the pain. It was a lot to handle.
Fenry had been really quiet ever since that night his dad took him to meet a few people, I was really worried about him. Fen was like the chaotic child of our group, he was always doing something, all over the place. He was a lot more bubbly, energetic than we were. Now, it was as all of the life had just been sucked out of him. I was concerned about the way he'd been behaving lately.
Something needed to change...
Just as I was getting ready to fall asleep, the sound of the busted lock clicking brought us all to life, making us immediately get up and try to at least pretend like we were doing something with ourselves.
Fenry's dad walked in with an angry look on his face, brandishing his gun on his hip.
"Get your lazy whore asses up! Clean up this shithole and get the hell out, I dont wanna see any of you bitches back here until you bring home a couple racks!"His voice carried through the room, visibly making Fen flinch as the rest of us looked at him wide-eyed. How the fuck were we supposed to come up with that kinda money and survive out there? It's freezing cold, he's an actual fucking psycho!
"Hurry up!" His voice thundered before he slammed the door shut and we all got up to start getting ready.
There was only a few beats of silence before Caylen hissed loudly, a feral sound, and threw a glass at the wall making it shatter on impact. Fenry shrieked and grabbed his chest, his lip trembling as we all watched Caylen storm out of the front door with his crap under his arm.
Tory whistled and Dubai just shook his head, the two of them grabbing their stuff before they left out together as well, leaving me and Fenry behind.
I was in the middle of pulling on some sweats when the muffled sound of sobbing made me pause. I turned my head towards Fenry who had his knees pulled to his chest, his head on top of them and his hands pulling at his hair. His shoulders shook violently and his entire body was tensed as the little whimpers and choked sobs escaped him.
I quickly pulled my pants on and my sweater before I shuffled over to him, gently lowering myself to my knees and putting my hand on his back. He fell over against me and started sobbing louder, his tears already dampening my clothes.
"Fen, what's wrong?" I asked him softly as I gently brushed his hair away from his face, using my other hand to rub his shoulder.
He took in a few stuttering breaths before he finally spoke, "we're l-losing the place..."
I felt my stomach drop as he said it, my heart quickening in my chest, tears blurring my vision. I tried my best to swallow down the lump in my throat and steady my voice as I asked him, "why?"
He took in some deep breaths before he got back up, rubbing at his face and sniffing. "Three of the girls got arrested last week and the places are getting raided... we have to leave cause my dad can't pay off his debt fast enough, they're gonna come for us."
He shook his head and I sighed, rubbing at my eyes in frustration. "We have to find the others a-and stick together."
He wiped his face and nodded, taking one more shaky breath before grabbing his stuff and getting dressed. I grabbed everything I could carry and still be able to run if I had to, Fen and I grabbing some light snacks and a few bottles of water.
We quickly left the building and tried to track down Dubai and Toronto first, and they would hopefully know where Caylen went. We only hoped that we were running in the right direction, they knew this town far better than either of us ever would.
There were a lot of police out patrolling so we had to keep our heads down and be careful. I hoped no one would get into trouble with them, none of us could exactly afford going to jail.
Fenry stood a couple of heads taller than me. He was leaner than I, his frame was thin. He had pretty features and blonde hair that rested just below his shoulders when it was down. It was a part of our jobs to make sure that we kept up with as much of our hygiene and appearance as we could, otherwise, we wouldn't be able to get as many clients as we did.
Despite that though, it didn't stop the signs of fatigue from appearing. And when you were bruised so many times in the same places, they start to seem like they're permanent. Fenry was pretty, but his baby blue eyes were always so sad and dull lately.
They no longer held any curiosity for life, or any genuine happiness like they used to. And it made sense... it's not like we ever had a choice in whether or not we wanted to live this life. We were prostitutes, who were the products of prostitutes doing the one thing we'd been raised into. And it was difficult to tell if having Fenry's father around made things any better or worse.
He cared about us somewhat, in his own sick and twisted ways, but only if we remained his cash-cows. The moment a whore becomes worthless would be the moment that whore would be replaced. That was what he had always told us while we were growing up. And we'd seen it happen in action, time and time again.
Some would be arrested, others would die, some would try and leave. It was rare anyone ever made it out of this life, and if they did, it was usually after nearly losing their life. Pimps would much rather have you dead and get rid of your body, than let you escape with any of their money.
And if you lived in the whorehouse that was being overlooked by Fenry's father, you were broken in repeatedly until obedience was all you knew. The house we lived in was called The Red Door, and it was mostly used by clients who had more extreme tastes and an eye for exotic ass. Since that's all that we were to them, orifices for pay to be repeatedly ruined.
Fenry and I had made it a good ways into the run down town we called our home. There was a strip mall, and lined along the surrounding roads were bars and clubs, adult lounges and more. A place in town you'd come to when one's seeking the less legal pleasures of life.
We'd have to find somewhere safe to keep our belongings if we didn't want to deal with the possibility of having our scarce belongings robbed from us. There was a store not too far from here that was full of storage lockers. Many people would come here to get drunk and spend money recklessly, so someone widened up enough to open up a place where people could pay to keep their items safe while they went out.
Luckily, I had enough in my wallet to pay for a locker for Fenry and I to share so that we could continue with what we came here to do.
Bend over and take pay.
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