I don't really remember coming home. I'm not even sure how I got here.

My entire body fucking aches and I'm out of drugs. I gotta see Kuza. My head is pounding.

I pulled myself to my feet, changing my clothes into something more comfortable. I couldn't be bothered to dress like a whore today, my body ached too much. I just threw on a hoodie and some shorts and headed out.

He's such a fucking asshole. I don't know what his problem is with me. Nothing at all warranted what he did. I'm trying to make money, just like him. I need to survive too. And he attacked me. Again. I couldn't stop him. He's bigger than me.

I had bruises all over my body. My neck was bruised, and bloody. My wrists were bruised. My face was bruised.

Part of me wants to go back. I enjoy pissing people off. What he did wasn't very fun but watching him get mad was the highlight of my day.

I found Kuza in the same place he usually is. He was leaning up against a wall in the alley he lived in.

"Hey!" I called.

He looked over. "Hey, babe."

I went closer and hugged him, burying my face in his chest.

"Are you okay?" He asked, hugging me back.

I nodded. "Yeah. Just a little worn out. A client was too rough."

"I see." He replied, running his fingers along some of the bruises. "I haven't seen you in a few days."

"Yeah. I've been busy."

He nodded. "What do you need?"

"The usual."

I pulled the money out of my pocket and held it out to him. He shook his head. "You need it. Just take it."

"Are you sure?"

He nodded.

"Can I hang around for a few? I don't really feel like going back home right now."

"Of course."

He led me over to where he sleeps and sat down with me.

He looked over my body. "They really did a number on you."

I nodded. "I know. That's why I took today off. It's not even that it hurts that bad, but nobody's gonna wanna fuck me when I'm covered in bruises and shit."

"I'm sure you could find someone."

I shrugged. "I'm too tired to look."

He kissed my head. He looked at the bruises on my wrists. "Ricky?"

"Mm?"

"Who was this client?"

"Why?" I asked.

He just stared at me and sighed. "Chris's belt leaves very unique marks. It's custom made to leave bruises like this. There's no other one like it. Trust me, I know."

Okay so maybe going to see Kuza wasn't a good idea.

"I, uh, might've seen him." I told him. "And maybe he wasn't exactly a client."

"Mhm." He said. "I should've known you wouldn't keep your promise."

"Sorry."

He hugged me. "I'm not mad at you. I just didn't want him to hurt you. What did you even do?"

"I was looking for quick money and his club was the closest to me. I'd found a guy who was willing to pay but before we could really discuss anything, someone grabbed my arm. It was that asshole. He dragged me in the back and like, up some stairs. I kept trying to get him to let go and leave me alone but he wouldn't. He tied me up with his belt and fucked me."

"He doesn't like prostitutes in his club." He said.

"Well he had no problem fucking one."

"Oh he'll be the first person to take advantage of one, but he doesn't like when they hang around his- speak of the fucking devil."

My head shot up. I groaned loudly when I saw him approaching.

"Hello Michael." He spoke, before turning to me. "Slut."

"Asshole." I said.

He stepped closer to me. "What was that?"

"Asshole." I said, louder.

He laughed. "You still haven't learned..."

"Chris, stop. What do you need?"

"Has business picked up at all?" Chris asked.

"A little." Kuza told him. "Not much."

He sighed. "There's gotta be something or something taking our business. You're not the only one not making money."

"I haven't heard anything." Kuza spoke.

But I have. I don't know if I should tell him though. He pisses me off.

"Supposedly there's a new guy dealing out of abandoned house on the corner of Park and 16th." I spoke up. Chris glared at me. "I'm just trying to help you, fuck face."

"Have you bought any of his shit?" Kuza asked.

I shook my head. "No, but I heard it's strong."

Chris stared at me for a second. "You wanna get on my good side?"

"I honestly couldn't care less."

"Well, you'll do what I say if you want to keep buying my drugs."

I rolled my eyes. "Why the fuck should I do anything for you?"

"Again, if you want my drugs, you'll do as I say."

"And what the fuck is it you want me to do?"

"Go to this new dealer and get on his good side. Buy some of his shit and bring it back to me." He told me. "I don't care what you have to do. Sleep with him, suck his dick, pay him, whatever."

"Are you gonna pay me?" I asked. "It's the least you could do after attacking me twice now."

He raised an eyebrow. "Fine. I'll pay you."

"Good." I said.

He just looked me up and down. "You're not gonna get in anyone's pants dressed like that."

"Hey." I spoke. "Fuck you."

"I'm just being honest— You look like shit." He shrugged.

I rolled my eyes. I unzipped my sweatshirt and dropped it on Kuza's bed. Underneath, I had on a plain mesh shirt. I looked a little better.

"Alright go." He ordered.

"I'll go when I'm ready."

"Go now. I'd like to have this issue resolved by tonight."

Kuza kissed the top of my head. "Do it for me?"

"Fine." I sighed.

"Meet me at my club afterwards."

"Why? So you can hurt me again?"

"Shut the fuck up and meet me at the fucking club when you have the junk."

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I approached the house, knocking on the door.

After a few seconds, the door opened and so was pulled inside. There was a man standing there. He looked me up and down.

"Well, hello there. What can I do for you?" He asked.

"Hi, sir. I, uh, was wondering if I could b-buy some of what you're selling..." I spoke, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

"Oh yeah? How much are you looking to buy?"

"A gram."

He pulled a bag from his pocket, holding it up. "$150."

"What?" I deadpanned.

"I'll tell you what; I'll give you a discount if you do something for me."

"What is it you need me to do?" I asked.

"I've seen you around. Don't play stupid."

I bit my lip and nodded.

He took my hand and led me up a flight of stairs and to a bedroom. He sat down on the bed and stared at me.

I took a few steps closer to him and dropped down on my knees. He ran his fingers through my hair as I unbuttoned his jeans.

He helped me out, pulling his cock out for me. He wasn't too big. He was kinda just average.

Oh well, at least I'm getting paid for this. I hope.

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what do y'all think is gonna happen?

~xxLux