Lucky 13
She had spent many years in this
brothel, so many that she had almost forgotten how she had arrived there. She
couldn’t even decide if she hated it or whether she enjoyed what she did. Most
times when the guy was fucking her to his dick’s content, she spent the time
staring at the ceiling, taking in his smell, wondering whether she would ever
stop spreading her legs or if her fanny would swell up and eat him whole at
that moment.
Clients came in.
Fucked her.
Clients left.
She funnelled away money to get her
out of there, the other half of the money went to the landlord – that was the
fancy title Pimp had given himself to make himself seem more legitimate to his
mother. He used to get his money’s worth from the girls too. He liked to test
drive them. He’d stopped harassing her. He liked to fuck his girls when they were
new and fresh; not old and used like she
was. There were some clients she liked, they didn’t really want sex; they
wanted companionship. These were the ones that didn’t want to be beaten,
humiliated, pissed on. These were the ones that wanted to be held at night, to
speak of their lost loves or that their wives treated them like a son instead
of a husband. They were her favourites.
Her life was contained in that
house, in that dark bedroom that always smelt of sex by choice. The town that
existed beyond the gravel driveway was only for necessities. She never visited
the beautiful gardens, interesting museums or the vogue cafes. She just worked
because whatever you thought of her this was her career – not chosen, but thrusted
– literally – upon her. The days of fucking were sometimes broken up by an
argument between two of the other girls, usually one of the new ones that Pimp
had started fucking and the other one he had stopped. They would come together
as a family to celebrate birthdays, religious festivals and any big tip from a
John.
There were 13 rooms in that house,
she was in the unlucky numbered one but she didn’t feel unlucky. Her clients
were faithful to her. She got her trade through word of mouth – the best
marketing in any business – as she had some special skills none of the other
girls had. As it would happen the unluckiest room turned out to be the luckiest
usually with punters. She never told the other girls the tricks she pulled on
her tricks.
Over breakfast one day Room No. 3
girl told Lucky 13 that there was some big construction project going on in
town. She was sure that this would bring in new business. Pimp started
frequenting the bars that the workers went to and put the word about for his
girls. He had the foresight to up the rate because he knew these guys were
getting good money. Pimp also knew it was only a matter of time before the men
got horny being so far from home. All 12 girls got three or four new clients,
Lucky got no-one. The girls all had new toys and clothes to use on the guys.
One day whilst sitting in the
waiting are; some of the regular construction guys came in with a new guy. He
was nervous, she could tell it was his first time. She carried on reading her
book, she didn’t feel the need to bother him. The other girls took their men to
the bedroom. They both sat in that waiting room listening to the ticking of the
clock. He grew more nervous as the minutes counted down. The sweat on his brow
made his light brown hair stick down and become a matte black. She watched him
over the edge of her book as he nervously twisted his wedding band. She asked
him if he wanted a drink. He said no but she got up to pour him one anyway.
“Don’t worry, I don’t want to fuck
you tonight. I want to finish my book,” Lucky said as she handed his double
shot vodka. “Drink this and piss off.”
Pimp burst into the room, grinning
from ear to ear. “You’re one lucky guy cos your mates have paid for you to get
lucky tonight!” He turned to Lucky, “They want him to have the full works.
You’ve got 7 hours, I'm sure you can do something with him.”
Fuck, she thought and then chuckled
at his ill-fortune. She walked up towards her bedroom. He wasn’t going to
resist, it was now a question of his manhood at stake. They walked into her
bedroom with its candles burning and the smell of incense wafting through the
air trying to cut through all the fucks. She went to the drinks cabinet and
poured him another shot.
The John came into the bedroom with
her. She looked at him and could tell that this was his first time. He
nervously twisted his wedding band. Beads of sweat had started to appear on his
brow, making his dark brown hair darker in hue. Lucky chuckled to herself, but kindness took over, “We can pretend we
fucked. No one will know.”
“They expect me to stay the night,”
he spoke for the first time. His voice sounded warm and gentle. There was
something in his voice that made her take pity on him.
“Then stay. I'll stick on a porn
tape and no-one will know any different” Lucky said.
She put on a porn tape that she
kept lying around to get some of her customers off. The noises started in the
background. There was something about John that made her want to just sit and
look at him, to talk to him all night, for there to be nothing more than words
that flowed between them.
Minutes ticked by as the air was
filled with a comfortable silence though John still felt uncomfortable.
“How did you get into all this?” he
asked awkwardly.
It took all of Lucky 13's strength
to remember how she had ended up in that dank, sexpit of a brothel. The old her
had runaway from home when she was 13. Both
her parents were alcoholics and took turns beating the shit out of her. They
left marks on her body, marks that you couldn't see now but that were still
there all these years on. The beatings she could take because she knew they
would heal. The abusive words she could ignore because she knew they would be
erased but it was the day her 'dad' decided to come into her bedroom, that's
when she couldn't take it. He had come to her room that night, every pore of
his being breathed out the vodka that he had been drinking all these years. He
sat at the edge of her bed, she pretended to be asleep, trying to snore as
loudly as she could to deter him. Her heart was beating hard for some reason
she couldn't explain. She snored louder to cover the sound of her beating heart.
He started touching her legs over the covers. She peeked from behind the duvet
to see a glint in his eyes, a look she hadn't ever seen before in a man his age,
only one that she'd seen in Tommy from next door. His touch started to become
harder and went under the cover. He pulled back the sheet, still she kept her
eyes squeezed shut and dare not move. She thought of those good things that
were in her life: her school, her friends, her younger sister. She didn't want
to think about what was going to happen next. She vaguely vividly remembered
the weight of her 'dad' bearing down on her as he pulled up her cotton
nightdress. The pain of him entering her, the tearing sound in her mind, the back and forth. She screamed loudly
in her mind and she cried at the pain. The shame. The disgust of it all. She
wanted to claw his face off, but she didn't do any of that.
Unlucky Lucky lay there motionless
pretending it never happened. She could feel his breathing getting heavier. He
got up, tucked himself in and walked off like it had never happened. The next
morning she couldn't walk properly from the pain. She didn't go to school and
it wasn't like anyone in her house cared. Her 'father' knew she would never
tell anybody and he knew that no-one would believe her either. Days passed. And
she resumed her life of beatings, abuse and school.
One day at school she felt sick and
fainted in the classroom. In the school sick bay the nurse noticed that she was
bleeding heavily. Lucky was rushed to hospital and there they discovered that
she had miscarried. Her mother and 'father' were informed. They came in
screaming at her to tell her who the father was and under hushed tones when the
doctors and nurses weren't looking told her what a slut she was for carrying
away with someone. He looked at her with those steel blue eyes full of lust and
menace. The kind nurse tried to get Lucky to confide in her, but she refused to
speak. She was sent home the following day. Lucky packed a few essentials in
her satchel – pictures, diary and made out as if she was heading for school,
instead she got the first bus out of town. The first few nights she slept rough
and then Pimp came by. He was gentle, he offered her a bed for the night and
some warm food. She accepted never having known the kindness of strangers. That
offer turned out to be at the brothel.
Pimp didn't fuck her straight away,
he built up to it, made her feel secure first and then made her aware that she
owed him and he owned her from the day he had helped get her out of the cold. That's
how she came to be in room 13. She didn't tell John any of this, just that she
had left home at a young age and Pimp had helped her at time when she was most
vulnerable. She asked him why he had agreed to come there that night when she
could tell he was obviously married. She lit a cigarette as she sat there
watching him. Lucky offered him one and he took it, she lit the cigarette for
him. He inhaled whilst thinking of his response.
He had just recently married his
childhood sweetheart. They had always known they were going to be together and
marry. John had never known the touch of another woman or spent time with
anyone other than his wife, curiosity and wanting to protect his manhood got
the better of him and felt he had to stay that night. He liked talking to Lucky,
she made him feel comfortable. This was the one time that Lucky didn't want to
use a condom, she wanted to know what it was like to make love without it being
mechanical, or being raped. She wanted to know that feeling of abandonment
where the world stops and you can't hear anything but the breathing of the
other person, the taste of their lips, the weight of them on you. She felt safe
in his arms when they finished. She stroked his face and cared for him like she
never had for anyone else. She had lost herself in his mind and didn't want to
come back. John left that morning, she didn't give him cause to feel that he
should stay or feel guilty about staying. She and he both knew it was just for
that night. She would never forget John, she knew he was going to give her
something special in her life, though she knew that she wasn't going to see him
again.
After several months of morning, noon and night sickness – she discovered life was growing inside her. Pimp
told her she'd have to get rid of the baby but she was 7 months gone at this
point and she refused. 'How will you keep whoring and raise a baby they all
asked her?’ She didn't have an answer, she just knew it was going to be that
way. Never for a moment did she think to tell John what had happened, by that
time the construction company had left the town.
Mae arrived in Lucky’s life late
one June day. There was never a time she wasn't loved or cared for. Lucky made
it her mission to save up enough money to never allow Mae to whore like she
had. She wanted her to get out of that town and make something of herself. Mae
grew up knowing her mother's wishes. She studied hard, avoided the taunts from
the other children about her mother, and grew into a beautiful reminder of that
night Lucky had spent with John.
Lucky’s prayers weren’t to work.
One day all that whoring caught up with Lucky and she became ill and died. Mae
was left all alone in the world at 16, every fear her mother had came true. Mae
planned on leaving straight after the funeral with the money Lucky had been
saving for her. She hadn't spoken to a soul about it, but Pimp being Pimp
followed her home and into her room. As she pulled the oak jewellery box where
her mother had been sequestering her money, Pimp walked in.
“I think you'll find that money
belongs to me,” he said.
Mae glared at him and said confidently,
“No it doesn't.”
“It does and if you try to take it we'll just
call the police.” He held her by the arm, pushing her onto the bed he said, “and
you've got to finish off paying your mum's debts, so I don't know where you
think you're going.”
Mae broke down and cried her eyes
out. She screamed until she had no more voice left. Room No.3 Girl who had
known lucky all her life came in and tried to console Mae. She convinced her
that she could do it for a little while, save and runaway one night. Mae knew
what she had to do to save herself from that point onwards.
The clients came in.
They fucked her.
Clients left.
She funnelled away half the money
that she didn’t have to give Pimp.
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