April – My Life on the Game Ch. 04

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April : My Life On The Game

Chapter 4

Let’s talk 2020, boo…

An interesting year. A time of great hope…..and then all went to shit, right? Maybe not a whole lot of sex and fucking in this one….as we know how the story goes, right? We’ve seen this movie quite recently, yeah? Yeah.

But there’s some interesting questions and shit processing that thought of….what happens to a coerced sex slave that’s been pimped out….when they can’t work? What happens when sex is your only value, or self-worth? What do us ho’s do on time off? What does the Pimp/Madame do….or, in this case, my owner?

Lot of shit, boo…..a lot of shit to wade through…

The year starts as the previous year ended, boo. We were out in the streets fucking punters or we were in the brothel….fucking punters.

New Year’s Eve….that’s one of those ‘hit or miss’ kinda deals, boo. Some years there’s plenty of lonely people needing a shag…or sometime’s everyone is loved up and don’t need us.

This time? Hitting the 20 year mark in the century means something, I think…which explains why, out of the streets anyways, this bitch is making good coin.

I’m laid, like 14…15 times, boo. Each and every time with someone with lust in their eyes….ready to claim me with their semen….I like that. Oral….anal….vaginal….they’re all inside me….using me…fucking me….trying to stake their claim.

Only…..that claim has obviously been won over, many years ago…with words….and actions…violence even…no semen or bodily fluids required, boo. My owner, Martika, claimed me almost a decade ago now…and I gave myself willingly.

Do I think of myself as her sex slave? It’s funny, boo. Sex with women, she’s never been interested in. Never interested in me in that way. It’s a meeting of minds and attitudes that I am drawn to. The bitch represents, y’know? Everyone in the area knows that she hooks. She goes to get her cigarettes?…the bitch at the counter, serving her,knows who the fuck she is. She goes to buy toilet cleaner and paper? They know who she is. When she drops her kids off – usually with me, boo – at school? The other bitch mothers know what she represents.

I like that. I thrive on that. She lives and breathes prostitution. That’s her whole life.

Granted that she had to knock the drink on the head, boo…that almost killed her….. and a tiny part of me worries if that will happen to me too – but the coke and the H? She’ll throw down with any of the bitches that work for her. She’ll more than match them line for line, y’know? And still be able to do her gig…look after the kids, be a mum, be a wife, be a prostitute.

That’s my aspiration.

Her rep? Long and hard fought. She takes no shit from anything or anyone. You’re either with her or against her, boo. Like I said, she lives for being a prostitute. She a fantastic fuck. Her punters absolutely love banging her. She gives them, each and every one of them, her best. She instils that in us, her ‘Band Of Bitches’ too.

I do my best to represent.

It’s still a huge turn on doing coke with her….or….getting dressed, ready for my shift, beside her…or, lighting up a cigarette and waiting for punters…..or getting banged in their car…them breathlessly cuming in whatever hole they have ordered…and me knowing that I have made some good coin for her.

It’s what I live for too, boo.

Martika, my owner, told me many years ago now…

“It’s not your job to know who the fuck they are, girl! It’s your job, as my slave, to just fuck them. I don’t expect you to know who they are. You make them cum, that’s it. Fuckin’ end of. This is all to break you in. You’re gonna have them inside you day in, day out, until I think that you’re ready to sell yourself for me. Got that?”

“You’re nowhere near ready yet. You think too much, bitch. You don’t follow what I tell you to do. It’s not second nature yet. And it should be. Like I keep fuckin’ telling you, bitch. Your job is to do what I say, not think.”

“You want to be like me, right?”

Again, I nod in agreement.

“Well, I don’t know the majority of men that cum in me. Frankly, I really don’t care. They pay, I fuck. They get off, I get off. That’s all I care about. Names mean fuck all to me.”

“This is what we do as hookers. This is what I expect you to do. You’re a ho, bitch. You’re my ho. Got it?”

I sure did get it.

Which is why, at the end of the night/day of New Year 2020, I’m finished fucking my last punter, back out on the streets, lighting up a cigarette and looking up at the fireworks that are going on, above my head. It’s, like, 3am boo….nobody’s sleeping!

We head back to Martika’s, a bunch of us, and have a bunch of drinks – and cocaine – to toast in the New Year. Martika proposes that this is gonna be her best year and she’s gonna expand even more. Anya and Sofia are doing a couple of lines, whilst I’m waiting my turn.

I like Anya. Blonde bitch. Small tits. Eastern European. Black leather mini skirt and leopard print top. Very sleazy, bitch….very sleazy. Great fuck with the Polish community over here. They love bangin’ Czech bitches.

Think she didn’t want to work for Martika initially, but my girl made it hard for her not to, y’know? Gave the bitch an offer she couldn’t refuse and she came willingly….they all come willingly in the end. My boo treats us well as long as she is treated with respect….and, I’m not saying that Anya didn’t deserve those beatings from my owner….but that was a long time ago….before she got fully with ‘The Programme’. A lot of punters ago, now.

Sofia? She was different. She happily joined up straight away. Dedicated, that bitch. Developed a drug habit, as we all have, and loves working for Martika. Loves to fuck. Loves the needle too.

Anyways, we stay for a couple of hours and then everyone fucks off, back home to where they belong, and head to bed.

The usual kick in the back and woke up, hungover like fuck….and it’s the start of a new day.

Lazy day for Mark and the kids….well, no work for Mark but the youngest, they don’t know what day it is….just breakfast is breakfast, right boo?

So I’m up, part feeding myself and part feeding Suzie and little Samantha. Tough going. Bloody kids.

Jasmin gets up after all the fuss has died down….and Miya get’s up….eventually…

Bleary eyed…hungover….hair everywhere….she reaches for a cigarette from my packet. The cheek! Then lights up. Martika looks back from what she’s doin’….and smiles.

Then we start clearing up the bottles….the cups….the glasses…all the stuff that the bitches left last night…do an early spring clean….naturally, don’t put any washing in the machine as it’s ‘posed to be bad luck for the coming year…..then shower…. change….back into slutty April land.

I stay home….Martika, Mark and the kids go out to play in the park. They’re out for a couple of hours. They come back smiling…laughing…talking….sounds like they had a great time, boo.

Then bite to eat…..get my shit together to work tonight.

The usual; get ready….do a bunch of lines of cocaine….y’know? Just me and Martika.

Miya is having the day off.

Then out…working our beat….out on the streets…selling ourselves….just like the rest of the bitches that are out tonight earning.

…and business is good, boo! Wearing my fake fur to keep warm but this bitch is spending so much time in and out cars that I’m not really feeling the cold. Making good coin too.

Fuckin’ great start to the year.

And so things go on, boo.

Selling myself, out on the streets….new clothes….new jewellery….helping to run the business for my owner….keeping her stable in check…..getting fucked up on drink and drugs…the usual shit, y’know?

…and that’s it, boo. Business is cool. Miya is working it too….when she can….and earning for her mum. Martika is, like, raking it in from us, boo. I’m happy for her.

Then…we get word of shit that’s happening in China. Like, fuck China boo…although all those people that are dying looks a little, like, scary…then Italy hits….fuck! News talks of lots of deaths…the UK PM is on the TV saying that there’s nothing to be worried about…

This is new. We rarely watch shit like this. I never do, only if I’m not out working, boo. When Mark watches stuff. Me? As you know, it’s usually the kids TV shit or porn. Martika always tells me that she wants me knowing fuck all about anything….if I wanted an opinion, then I’m to ask her….my opinion is her opinion. I don’t think, I just do. I get that. That’s cool with me. I’m down with that.

16th March, boo…Martika tells me, as we’re out of the streets selling ourselves, that the PM wants us to stop “…non-essential travel and contact..”, but fuck that, boo….. I have to earn for my owner, right? Can’t be doing that shit.

We continue…..Less punters around, boo, but we fuck who we can to make coin. Earnings are shite though.

Then, like, 23rd March Martika gets a ping on her phone, around 8:15pm….we’d done a handful of punters already….and the PM is ordering a lockdown….but we’ll be ok, like, in “…a few weeks..”

Aiming for laws to come into place for companies to halt or get fined……and, shit, everything stops, boo! Every fuckin’ thing!

Martika is scared of everyone dying, first of all, and then of getting fined….so we all stop.

Ain’t nothing to do but to get high and shit….Martika does some home schooling with the girls…as does Mark.

It’s funny. Whilst Mark has the degrees and shit, and as a solicitor he’s great with words and explaining stuff….he makes a great teacher….but Martika is the one that is diligent in the girls learning and doing their homework.

Jasmin. That bitch is quiet. She’s quiet anyways but more quiet than normal. She says that she’s ok. We keep an eye on her.

Miya, though…fuck, that girl is terrified. Of what, she can’t quite get a handle on, but she has these flashbacks – I think they’re flashbacks, boo – and feeling that everyone is gonna die.

So, I say flashbacks….back when she was younger she witnessed her mum nearly dying from swine flu. Scared the crap out of her. Now she’s thinking that that is gonna happen, like, times ten.

To that end, Miya hits the drugs hard. No stranger to the needle, she always wanted to be just like her great grandmother, Sue. Y’know, Samantha’s mum. Martika’s grandmother.

That bitch is still held up in great esteem by the family. Martika tried to be like her…couldn’t drink as much as she did though. Sue did H and coke…..like…regularly, boo. She loved the needle. Martika though, really only shot up every month or so.

Miya though….with all this worry, bless her…she’s banging it in her veins daily, boo. Anything to get out of it, y’know?

Martika’s worried about this….and she’s, like, the relaxed one over drugs useage….so you can imagine what the fuck is goin’ through Mark’s head over this.

She’s barely making it through her lessons….keeping as straight as she can….and then, evening time..tying off and shooting up, boo. Gettin’ well and truly fucked up.

We’re all in quarantine, like, and some are beginning to climb the walls….like….literally.

We hear in the local area that there’s dumb-asses about, holding pizza parties and shit….and, talkin’ about ‘..and shit..’, there’s a crazy shortage of toilet paper….and pasta! Like, WTF?!? People scared to drink Corona beer ‘cos they might get the virus from the beer?!? Like….shit…are people that dumb?!?

Anyways…one day Martika has had just about enough of spinning all the plates – the housework, the kid’s homework, being a wife, being a mum, calming down the other bitches that work for her – and she’d pulled me to one-side.

“April, I’m fuckin’ worried ’bout Miya. She’s just gettin’ too fucked up on smack.”

“Yeah, boo. I get ya. I’m worried too. She’s a good bitch but, y’know, she’s shit scared of us all fuckin’…like…dyin’!” I answer, worriedly.

“It is scary, April. It really is. I know some people that have got really ill from this shit….”

“…then I know some that haven’t.”

“It’s a fuckin’ lottery, boo..” I exclaim.

“I think so. Look, you two get on really well..”

“We do, boo. I love the bitch…” I answer.

“I know….and I know that she more than looks up to you….”

“Boo….shut up…you’re embarrassing me..” I blush….very obvious to that look in her eye that I had noticed over the years.

“She fancies you, bitch…”

Fuck. She’s gone there. Why? I feel uncomfortable.

“She’ll take notice of you. She listens to you…” Martika reaches for a cigarette and lights up. She takes a long drag…

“I-I-I-I….dunno, boo…” I answer….she blows the excess smoke over my head.

“I want you to start a relationship with her. I want you to fuck her. Be her girlfriend…”

Shit.

Miya’s coming up to 16……an’…..I dunno ’bout this. But, it’s my owner. What she says goes, right boo? I’m to fuck my owner’s daughter. Not like I’ve not fucked anyone else for her over the years. Yeah? I’m not allowed to think, just to do what she says. This ain’t no different. But…I do like Miya anyways..Sexually? The bitch is, like, filling out and shit. She’s attractive an’ all. I hear that she’s a good fuck. I know she’s good fun.

My mind wanders…..about fuckin’ the bitch…..I begin to get wet.

“Me an’ Mark have been talking, April. It’ll be good for Miya. You’re a good influence on her, both in terms of doing the gig right and being a dedicated prostitute, like myself, but also keeping her on the straight and narrow of life in general. She needs you to be there for her. I need you to step up. I need you fucking her. Ok? There’s no orders on this one.”

“I could order you to fuck her. I own you, after all. You should do what the fuck I tell you to do. I could break more of your ribs for not doing what I tell you…”

I feel sick remembering that escapade….

“…but…I’m not. I know you like her. I know she fancies you. I know she won’t get that jealous with you both getting a lot of cock. I know, most of all, you’ll treat her right…”

She offers me a cigarette….lights me up….

“Ok, boo…” I exhale…

Martika smiles.

So…I throw her glances, throughout the morning. Whilst she’s doing her school shit. I know she’s looking at me. Hell, I even let her drink some of my Vodka from my glass….pretending not to notice…then smile at her.

End of her working day an’ she’s finished submitting her homework…bitch lets off a hugh sigh.

I sidle up next to her.

“Want a cigarette, boo?” I ask. She nods….and accepts….I light her up….and watch her ease back into the sofa on her out breath….she begins to relax.

We chat some shit or other. Don’t matter none. Just shit to start her talking. Then…in a lull in the conversation….I ask her to go upstairs…

I notice my owner smiling.

So we go up. Miya’s asking if I can help her shoot up when we’re up there.

“Sure, boo…” I answer.

We head upstairs. We sit on the edge of the bed. We chat. I interrupt to talk feelings. There’s some energy in the air. I reach out….touching Miya’s face…tenderly…she reacts….leaning into my hand. Eyes closing…..

Then…she talks…..telling me that she has always had a crush on me….we lean into one another….we kiss….we part…both eyes closed…I sense a smile…I echo back…we lean in again…kiss…passion…tongues….hard….delicate…..I feel a hand on my breasts….. I open my eyes….and it’s happenin’, boo…It’s happenin’….

We find ourselves stripping…..tearing each other’s clothes off…..then on the bed…not into it, boo..naked….my finger’s pumping her vagina….and continuing to kiss her….we roll over…swap places…her fingers inside of me…

I’m moist, boo….she’s moist too…..

Finger’s out of my vagina, she starts lapping at my mound….tongue around my slit…I whimper…

“C’mon, bitch….do me good down there, boo…” I hiss…bucking my hips involuntary. she responds. I respond….breathless..

We continue…

Kissing…..caressing…..smiling….

We break away…….then I push her on her back and such her nipples…..nibble her neck….trace down her body….to her vagina…

The bitch is soaking!

I tongue her to a very long…and loud…climax!

We lie back….side to side…catch our breath….face the side…looking towards each other…stupid grins on our faces.

Funny how and when things hit you boo, right? Well, right there and then I remembered a conversation with Martika’s mum, Samantha. You remember that bitch, right? Cool woman. Has a cool wife too. Named Karen but everyone calls her Kaz. Anyways, Sammy Jo has this kink. She’s well into women that smoke. More than just a little fetish, y’know…it’s big shit for her.

Anyways, her and Kaz have this thing where they smoke and fuck….and it starts off with Sammy Jo lighting up and giving her gal smoky kisses….with Samantha blowing the smoke into Kaz’s mouth…and Kaz blows out the smoke. There’s, like, tongues and shit…lots of passion…and then Kaz does likewise to Samantha.

Sammy Jo loves it….well, not one for not trying new shit out….I grab my cigarettes, take one from the packet….light up….tell Miya to just shut the fuck up and relax….and start the whole smoky kisses shit.

I see the bitche’s eyes widen. She’s into it…

So we grind…..smoke…..kiss…and caress each other….hell of a turn on…and Miya cums like a garden sprinkler in the summer, boo…

The weeks carry on like this boo…Miya still uses, but doesn’t shoot up as many times during the day….plus…she’s shooting up less. Not doing coke or any of that shit….that stuff, I’m still doin’….but she’s gettin’ her head straight…

…and that, you can physically see the worry leave Martika and, above all, Mark’s faces. Jasmin, is a little confused about it all….she’s not sure why her big sister is acting so odd…an’ I think she’s delighted that me and Miya have hooked up.

She looks up to her sister.

Funny, boo. In the future she’ll get to hook up with my sister, Candy. Think both me and Miya influenced her being a lesbian.

Is it weird being in a relationship…or a fuck situation…with your owner’s daughter? Yup. Fuckin’ weird, but neither Miya or Martika use it for their own advantage…. thankfully.

Anyways, we’re allowed out for an hour to get some fresh air and shit….me and Miya do spend that just away on our own….obviously, with my owner’s say so…whilst Martika and Mark are with Jasmin, Suzie and Samantha in the local park.

Of course, we keep away from others.

Martika keeps contact with the other bitches too….which is tough at times…’cos not all of ’em are internet savvy….but she keeps in contact with all the fuckers.

Some are like Miya was….really struggling, emotionally….but all are struggling financially. Some of the idiots are thinking about selling themselves out on the streets. Stupid ‘cos that is, like, dangerous for their health (and their punter’s, boo) and also if a punter get’s ill then it’ll reflect on Martika’s rep…which, as we have learned, is the most important thing…

..add to that fines and all that shit and….let’s just say it’s a bad idea.

Straight off her own back, my boo decides to pay out to the girls…so, like, each bitch gets £1.5k a month….straight into their account…no messin’. Of course, that’s around 50% of what they would make each month if they were earning for her….but they’re not, are they?

All the bitches are along the spectrum of delight over this….from happy to crying their eyes out and blessing her…like the fuckin’ pope or someone….for getting them out of very desperate times. I know of one of the bitches that couldn’t afford her bills and was seriously thinking of taking her life.