She was standing by the bus stop in the rain when I saw her. I keep an eye out for situations like this. I knew it wouldn't be long. Leon and his boys cruise the bus stations looking for desperate girls just like this one. She would be one of those sad stories; the Midwestern girl with stars in her eyes, knowing she was the most beautiful girl in the world and that Hollywood stardom was hers for the asking. Leon or one of his scouts would pick her up, take her to a party, blow her mind with drugs and fuck her until her will was broken. In two weeks she'd be turning tricks and in two years, her freshness would be gone and she'd be dead; inside if not physically. I know this from experience. That's what happened to my sister. It had taken me a couple of years to find out exactly what had happened and I was ready to take Leon down. My sister was in a grave with a Jane Doe marker over her and that was not going to be the end of the story.
I knew destroying Leon wouldn't bring her back and another scumbag would take his place, but it was going to give me great personal satisfaction. Ten minutes later I saw a car pull up and the door opened. It was Rico. He's one of Leon's talent scouts. They talked a while and the girl got in. I had locaters on all their cars and I pulled Rico's up on the screen. I followed, keeping my distance so he wouldn't spot me. These guys are pretty wary. He pulled up in front of a big house and I saw another of the gang come out and take her inside. Rico pulled forward and parked. He was talking on the phone when I got in the back seat. He felt the silencer against his head just below his ear and he froze.
"Hang up the phone," I told him.
He pushed the button and it went off. "Do you know who you're fucking with, man?" he started to bluster.
I pistol whipped him across the back of the head. His face smashed into the wheel and he cursed. I took his phone and broke it into pieces with the butt of the pistol. I took the battery out and pulled his head back by his hair. He was bleeding and his eyes were wild with fear.
"Open your mouth," I told him.
"What the fuck?" he said and I smashed his face back down on the wheel. I jerked him back up and snarled. "I said, open your fucking mouth."
He opened it and I jammed the battery inside.
"Now swallow it," I told him.
He seemed reluctant so I gave him a little love tap on the mouth with the butt of the pistol. Teeth broke and his mouth was a mess. His eyes rolled and he gagged as he tried to swallow it. It took him a while but he got it down.
"How many inside?' I asked him.
"Six," he mumbled through his ruined mouth. I smashed him in the back of the head with the pistol and left him there. I hit him hard and I don't believe he was ever going to think right again if he lived.
There was a wall around the back of the house and they seemed to rely on that for security. There wasn't a system in place and that was a mistake. I heard the sound of a motorcycle pull up in front. That would be Lela. There was a man lying by the pool and I shot him in the forehead. He flopped a couple of times and that was it. No one came to investigate and I opened the patio door. There were two more on the sofa. They were in the middle of snorting some coke and I took them both before they knew want was happening. I wasn't close enough to risk head shots so I double tapped them both center mass. I heard a spit and the sound of pistol cycling in the entry and Lela came in as an arm flopped limply into the doorway. She nodded at me and we went looking for the last two. Lela is my partner. I took her out of a place like this six years ago and she's been with me ever since. Not with me, as in lovers, but she's my soul mate in operations like this.
A door opened and Leon came out. He was zipping his fly and he stopped when he saw two masked and black dressed people with guns. I motioned to him and he walked over.
"Where's Chris?" I asked him in a low voice.
He jerked his head toward the room he had just come out of. "You know who I am?" he asked.
"Yes, you're someone that's about to die," Lela hissed.
"I got money and coke," he said. "Maybe we make a trade. I got a new bitch in there too. I give her to you. She a tight pussy. You take the money and the coke. Take the bitch and I forget this happened."
"Where's the money and the coke?" I asked.
He indicated a painting on the wall. Of course, the safe would be in a place no one would ever think to look; not. I nodded to Lela and she prodded him over to the safe. I left him to her tender mercies and went into the bedroom.
Chris was taking sloppy seconds on the girl. She was crying and there was that dead look in her eyes. She didn't react when she saw me and Chris was preoccupied. Quite a bit of blood spattered over her when his head exploded and I rolled him off. They hadn't bothered to undress her, just pulling her skirt up and ripping open her blouse. I pulled her up as I heard a spit and a scream from the living room. When I entered the room Leon was clutching himself and writhing on the floor. Lela had obviously shot him in the crotch. She was kneeling beside him and she made him a new asshole with her second bullet. He went quiet and she stood up.
"Gangland violence," she said. "It's getting out of hand. Where are the police when you need them?"
I laughed. "You do good work, lady. What are we going to do with her?" I indicated the girl.
"I've got two," she told me. "This one's yours."
We split the cash and the coke. There was two hundred thousand in cash and maybe half a pound of coke.
"I'll take the coke," she said. "I'll see what I can get for it. It should balance out."
I took the girl by the arm. She hadn't said a word. I put her in the van and Lela took off on her motorcycle. I got Chinese carryout on the way home and pulled into the garage. I got her out and took her inside. I put the bag on the table and took her to the bathroom. She cringed a little when I undressed her. She was bleeding a bit. Evidently she had been a virgin. I felt bad for her, but she made a lot of stupid decisions. Maybe she would learn or maybe she'd be crazy at what had been done to her. It was up to her. I washed away the blood with a warm cloth while the bath water was running. She just stood there with a dazed look on her face. I looked at her eyes and she was stoned out of her mind. There wasn't anything to do about that but wait so I put her in the tub.
She winced at the hot water but I forced her in. I have a huge tub and I pushed everything under but her face. The bubble bath smelled nice and I washed her completely. I went and got her a bottle of water and forced a morning after pill down her. I washed her hair and got her out. I dried her off and wrapped her in a towel. She was a beauty. Most of them are. They seem to think that somehow the ten thousand other beauties trying the same road aren't as gorgeous or talented as they are. It's a crap shoot and most of them miss.
I took her into the kitchen and forced her to eat. She chewed mechanically and after I ate I took her to bed. She hadn't said a word. When I took away her towel she began to shiver and I put her in. I stripped and climbed in with her. I knew from experience that when she came down it was going to get ugly. I wrapped my arms around her lush body and held her close. She stopped shivering and I drifted off. Sometime during the night I woke up and she was shuddering in my arms. I had left the night light on and I looked over at her. There were tears running down her cheeks. I pulled her face onto my chest and she began to sob. It was quiet at first but it quickly grew until she was crying hysterically. She began to panic and try to push me away. I just held her tightly and she wasn't strong enough to get away.
I cradled her head and talked quietly to her. "It's ok, honey. You're safe. Nothing else bad is going to happen to you. I've got you. I won't hurt you. I won't molest you. I'm just holding you here so I can talk to you. I promise I won't rape you. You're ok, now. You're safe with me. The men that hurt you are dead. You're safe. Just cry and let me hold you and everything will be ok."
She stopped struggling and great wracking sobs filled her little body as she clung to me. I petted her and kissed the top of her head. I kept talking to her for an hour, reassuring her that she was ok and that I was going to take care of her. She finally slept, an occasional sob shaking her in her sleep. I just held her and gradually I drifted off again.
When I woke up again I had the feeling that someone was watching me. She was still wrapped in my arms and her cheek was pillowed on my chest. One leg was across me and her messy hair was across my chest. I looked down and big blue eyes were watching me.
"You killed those men, didn't you?" she asked when she saw I was awake.
"Yes, honey, I did."
"There was a black girl with you," she said.
"Yes, her name is Lela. I took her out of a situation just like you were in," I told her. "She helps me rescue girls like you."
"God I wish you had gotten there half an hour earlier," she started to cry again.
"It's over now," I told her. "I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner but there were six of them. It took us too long."
"I'm so stupid," she wept. "God I hate myself. Thank you for taking me away from there. I don't know how I'm going to pay you back. Do you want to fuck me?"
"No, baby, I don't," I told her.
"You might as well," she said bitterly. "I've been raped. That's all I'm good for now."
"Now you're being stupid," I told her. "Let me revise what I just told you. Yes, I do want to fuck you. You're gorgeous and I'm a man. But I won't. You're a little bit broken and until you're well I'm just like your big brother. There's a difference though. You're going to sleep with me and we're going to be naked. I'm going to get aroused by being next to you naked. When you see how desirable I think you are and you can come to terms with that, ask me again. Then, if you want me to, I'll make love to you. When you realize that I won't rape you and I don't get excited at the thought of raping you, you'll be well and you can move on with your life. I won't fuck you though. If you want to make love, we will. Fucking is for healthy people that feel horny. You aren't ready for that."
She cried some more and tried to push me away again. I wouldn't let her and she finally quit struggling and just cried quietly until she fell asleep again. I got up and showered. When I was through I made breakfast and brought it to her on a tray. I woke her up and she took a minute to remember where she was. When I climbed back in bed with her she flinched away. I just ignored it and pulled her over against me. I made her sit up and put the tray across our legs. Her covers fell away and her big breasts were exposed. She tried to cover them up but I wouldn't let her.
"You're beautiful," I told her. "Why would you want to cover that up?"
"It's embarrassing," she said.
"I've given you a bath," I told her. "I've seen you naked and I've seen you being raped. I think it's a little late for modesty. Besides, you have gorgeous tits. I like looking at them."
She reluctantly accepted that and I fed her breakfast.
"You fed me before, didn't you?" she asked.
"Yes, I fed you supper last night," I told her. "You were pretty out of it."
We finished our breakfast and she said she needed to pee. I pointed at the bathroom and she got up. She winced when she stood up.
"God I'm sore," she said. "Those bastards ... they..."
"I know," I cut her off. "Just do your thing and come back. We're going to stay here and talk for a long time."
She walked to the bathroom, a blonde goddess of youth and she blushed when she felt my eyes on her. I heard the toilet flush and water running. She covered her pussy with her hand when she came back.
"You have a bidet," she said.
"Yes, I like to be clean," I told her.
"Me too," she said. "I don't think I'll ever be clean again." There were tears in her big blue eyes.
"You will," I promised her. "It may take a while. It's going to be all you can think about for a while. Then one day you'll wake up and think about something else. That's the way it works. My sister died at the hands of rat bastards like that. She was young and stupid too. It was all I thought about for a long time. Now it isn't. I still miss her every day, but I do other things too. That's the way it will be for you."
She lay beside me and I pulled her over on top of me. She lay half over me and her leg moved up hesitantly and across me. I could feel the downy curls between her thighs press against my thigh and she gasped when she felt my semi-erect cock under her leg.
"I told you that you're gorgeous and you'll turn me on," I told her. "I won't do anything. It's ok."
She nodded. "I don't even know your name," she said. Her breasts were crushed against me and one fat little pink nipple peeked out of the blanket of blonde hair. She looked adorable.
"My name is Carl," I told her. "Carl Stokes. You can never tell anyone what happened back there. Lela and I killed six men in that house; maybe seven. We robbed them to make it look like a gang hit. You're an accessory and we'll all go to jail if you tell."
"I'll never tell," she said. "You saved me. What kind of tool would I be to tell on you after that? What would I tell anyway? I took a lot of drugs and had sex with two men?"
I laughed. "No, I guess that wouldn't sound too good. Will you tell me your name?"
"It's Amber," she said.
"Ok, Amber," I told her. "I like Amber. It's a pretty name. Do you have a last name?"
She giggled. It was enchanting. That was the first sign she had given that she was going to get better. "Of course I have a last name," she said. "It's Wagner. Amber Wagner."
"Glad to meet you Amber Wagner," I told her. "You're a beautiful girl, Amber. What can I do for you today?"
"Are you going to make me be naked all the time?" she asked. "Am I going to stay with you? I don't know what to do. I don't have any money. My bag is gone so I don't have any clothes either."
"You have a hundred thousand dollars," I told her. "That's half of what I took off Leon. I'm keeping the other half so I can take care of you and my other girls."
"You have others like me?"
"Yes, I have three. They have their own places now. They have jobs and they're going to school. How old are you Amber?"
"I'm nineteen," she said. "If I have money, can we get me some clothes and stuff? You never told me if I'm staying here."
"Yes, you can stay for now, at least. When you think you're well enough to be on your own and when I think I can trust you not to get in a jam like you were in, you can do what you want to do."
I could tell that hurt her feelings. Her big blue eyes filled with tears. "Now don't look like that, Amber," I told her. "You have a long history of making bad decisions. You know that. I'm just trying to help you. Trust is earned; baby and you don't have a lot of credit."
She snuggled closer. "I know," she whispered. "I'm not dumb though. I'm stupid, but not dumb. I know this is all my own fault. I'm sorry, Carl. I'll do what you say."
"Good girl," I squeezed her butt. "Let's get going. We've got a lot to do today."
She squealed when I gave her a little spank on the butt as she got up. She went into the bathroom and I followed her. She sat on the stool in front of the vanity and looked at herself in the mirror. I got out a brush and started working the tangles out of that silky blonde hair. She let me brush her and just watched.
"What do you see in the mirror?" I asked her.
"I see an idiot and a hero," she said.
"I'm not a hero," I told her. "Hero's don't get there half an hour late. Hero's save their sisters. I'm just a guy that's helping you. Look at yourself. Describe what you see."
She looked for a minute. "I see someone that doesn't know much," she said. "I thought I did. I'm a stupid bitch. I thought I was so smart and so beautiful and so talented that all I had to do was show up and famous producers would fall all over themselves to put me in movies. Can you believe that?"
"Yes, thousands of girls think the same thing. That's how the pornography business gets its stars. That's where all the hookers come from. Acting is really a combination of hard work and luck. Most successful actors actually go to school to learn how to act, Amber. Very few of them are your age. You have the body and the face for it. I can probably get you a job as the stripper in the nightclub scene. It isn't likely to be a speaking role. If you had a degree from Julliard and a couple of Broadway and off Broadway roles on your resume and you were lucky you might get a commercial or a bit part. That's how it starts."
"I'm stupid," she said. "I didn't want to wait and I was terminally vain. You don't know what it was like for me."
"You're wrong, honey. I know exactly what it was like. You were the prom queen. All your life you've been able to get boys and men to do whatever you wanted by batting your eyes at them. They bow and scrape and try to please you. You were so popular and everyone you knew was dazzled by the way you look. You had the lead in the school play and everyone told you were a star. Your parents didn't want you to pursue your dreams so you just left. When you got here you figured out that you didn't know where to start. You were broke and Rico pulled up in his shiny new Cadillac and told you he was a talent scout for a big producer and you were perfect. He was going to take you to meet the producer. Leon did produce a few low budget films. He might have even used you. I don't know if you've ever watched pornography or not, but teen porn is a big seller. You would have been the star of a pain flick. It would be one of those where some big black stud with a two foot cock fucks the starlet in the ass while she screams in pain. Maybe there would have been two or three of them. They'd rough you up, slap you around and make you say how much you loved that big nigger dick in your ass. When you were used up they'd whore you out until you were a physical wreck. You'd be a drug addict and you'd come crawling back to them to get your fix until no one wanted you anymore. They'd probably give you an overdose and it would be just one more sad story in a long litany of such stories."
She was shaking and sobbing again. I was done brushing her hair and she stood up and pressed herself against me, clinging to me desperately. I just held her and petted her head and stroked her long silky hair.
"I'm an idiot," she sobbed. "I deserved what I got."
"No, that's wrong, Amber. No one deserves to get what happened to you. Those guys were human hyenas. There are thousands more just like them. We took down one little cell. Tomorrow, someone else will notice the vacancy and move in and the tale will go on. Ignorant girls don't deserve to be raped and pimped out. If you starve by your own stupidity that's your choice. Being forced to be a drug addict and a whore isn't what anyone deserves. Now, stop crying, sit back down and let me tell you what I see. Look at yourself."
I pushed her back down and cleaned her up with a warm cloth. She blew her nose and wiped her eyes with a tissue. "Ok, what do you see?" she asked.
"Well, I see a naïve, scared little girl. She's really quite remarkable. She has this long beautiful blonde hair that makes you want to touch it. She has this great clear skin with just the right amount of tan on it. She has these huge blue eyes that a man could drown in. Her nose is a cute little button with a few even cuter freckles on it."
She crinkled it up. "I wish I didn't have the freckles," she giggled.
"They're adorable," I told her. "She has a mouth that takes my breath away wanting to kiss it; full, puffy lips that look like she's just been kissed. She has a little pointed chin, just big enough not to look weak. It's a beautiful face, baby."
Her eyes met mine in the mirror. "Thanks, Carl," she said, blushing a little.
"Then, she has a long graceful neck, cute little ears and if you look down a little farther, you see a pair of amazing breasts." That really brought the blush to her face. "They're big and lush and perfectly shaped. You're young enough that they don't have a millimeter of sag to them. We need to get you good bras by the way so they stay like that."
I ran my hands down over her shoulders to cup them in my hands. She gasped and shivered a little, stiffening against me. I held them and she relaxed. I felt the weight of them in my hands and bounced them a little. That made her giggle until I rolled the nipples between my thumb and forefinger. That made her gasp and stiffen again. I let my hands move back up to her shoulders and her nipples were erect and beautiful.
"This girl has little, fat pink nipples that drive men crazy wanting to suck on them," I continued. "They're amazing and so sexy. Stand up now, baby."
She rose to her feet and I let my hands run down her sides to the swell of her hips. "She's in very good shape. She has just enough fat on her to make her smooth and flowing into beautiful lines. Her waist is tiny and then there's this dramatic swell out to a woman's hips."
My hands slid around over her belly and caressed it. "She has a belly that's flat as a board and soft as a baby. Her navel is this cute little elongated oval and I want to put my tongue in it." I put my finger in instead and she giggled again. I let my hand slide down and tug at a little stray blonde curl. "She has a cute little tuft of pubic hair to play with and below that..." I let my hand stray down to cup her pussy for a second.
She gasped again, leaning back against me. "Stop, Carl," she panted. "You're driving me crazy. I get the picture. You're making me feel really nice. I had forgotten. I know I look good. That's what got me in trouble."
I wrapped my arms around her. "It doesn't have to, Amber. Not all men are predatory animals. Some just want to be close to you. Some will worship you like you deserve. The most important parts of you are what's in here," I tapped her breast bone, "and in here," I tapped her forehead. "I know you're a sweet girl just from being around you a few hours. That's what I want you to concentrate on. You're the same charming girl you've always been. Sure, something bad happened to you, but that doesn't have to change you. You've got a scar, but you're going to be fine." I stroked her belly and hips, cupped her fantastic butt in my hands and caressed her breasts until she was panting. "Don't you feel wonderful and isn't it good to be alive?" I asked her.
"You make me feel like it is," she panted. She spun around in my arms and pressed herself against me. She could feel my iron hard cock against her belly. Her hands moved behind my head and she pulled me down and gave me a kiss that made my head swim.
"Thank you, Carl," she breathed against my lip. "Oh, God, thank you. I think in a while I'm going to want to thank you better. It may take me a while, but I think you are a hero and the hero always gets the princess. Do you need a princess?"
"I think you can tell," I said.
She looked down. "Did I make that?" she asked.
"You did," I told her. "Let's get all that sexy covered up so I won't be like this all day."
"I don't have anything to wear except what I had on," she said.
"I have girl's clothes," I told her. "This isn't my first rodeo."
I took her to the dresser and she got panties. They were new and she slipped them on. I asked her if she would mind wearing a pair of my shorts and a t-shirt. I didn't have a bra big enough for her, but I could imagine what she would look like in one of my t-shirts.
It was everything I dreamed. Her big breasts jiggled and bounced every time she moved and her nipples seemed perpetually erect. I found her a pair of flip flops and we went shopping. It took most of the day and evening and we grabbed a good burger for dinner. She put her stuff away and I showered and watched TV while she showered. I was in bed by the time she came out and she had panties on when she came to bed.
"No clothes allowed," I told her.
"Please, Carl," she begged. "I just feel so ... exposed. It's embarrassing!"
"No," I told her. "Amber, what's the deal? I like to look at you and feel you. Don't you like it?"
"Yes, but it seems ... slutty. I've never slept naked. If you like it, I'll do it though."
"I do," I told her. She slipped them off quickly and jumped in. I pulled her over against me and she squealed. I kissed her for a long time and she relaxed. Her eyes were half closed when I let her go and she spooned up against me. We drifted off with my arms around her and her naked butt against me. I held one big breast in my hand and it was the perfect ending to a good day.
When I woke up I heard giggling. There was a warm, naked body on each side of me. The big bed was moving and it felt kind of crowded. I was holding Amber in that spoon position and there was someone holding me identically. I could feel little hard breasts pressed against my back and my hand on Amber's breast was trapped there by another big firm breast.
I looked behind me and Tia's almond shaped brown eyes were twinkling up at me. She's a tiny little Asian beauty and she kissed my cheek. Lela was pressed up against Amber on the other side.
"Good morning," she whispered. "She's gorgeous. Can I have her?"
"If she wants to," I whispered back. "Not now, I think it's too soon. Just pet her for now and tell her you love her."
Amber began to stir a little and her big blue eyes opened. She stretched like a big sexy kitten. She noticed Lela's big smile in her face and started. "What... ?"
"I'm Lela and I'm very glad to meet you." Lela kissed her on the lips. "Are you feeling better?"
Amber seemed shocked at the kiss and I squeezed her. "It's ok, baby," I whispered in her ear. "She's concerned."
"I'm Amber. Thank you for rescuing me, Lela. Are you naked?"
"Yes, do you mind?" Lela said. "Carl doesn't allow clothes in his bed."
"I know," Amber giggled. "Are you his lover?"
"No, I like girls," Lela said. "I love him and I would let him fuck me if he wanted to. I would probably even cum because I love him so much, but I just roll the other way."
"I'm his lover," Tia piped up. Amber turned to look. "Hi, I'm Tia," she said. "You're beautiful, Amber. Lela will eat you up if you let her. I let her sometimes, but I like men mostly."
"Hi," Amber said. "Is there anyone else that wants to get in bed naked with us?"
"Yes," Tia told her. "Julie and Rachel would like to be here but they have a modeling gig this morning. You'll meet them soon. Carl, can we take Amber out for breakfast?"
"If she wants to go," I told her. "First, I have a little Tai girl I want to love. Maybe a little black one too, now that I know she's willing. I'm just kidding, Lela."
"I hope you weren't kidding about me," Tia said. She pulled me onto my back and took my cock in that hot little hand. She pumped me half a dozen times and since I had been very horny from being around Amber with no relief in sight, I was rock hard almost before she touched me.
"Help me Amber," she moaned. "Put him in me."
Amber was shocked. I could tell that she never imagined she would find herself in this position. At the same time, I could see that she was breathing heavily and there was a look of sexual arousal on her face. I felt her hand move tentatively over my belly between us to grasp my cock. It jumped at her touch and she wrapped her fingers around it; exploring a little before raising it to lodge at Tia's wet opening. She didn't take her hand away and explored our junction as Tia sank down over my cock with a groan. I pulled her up against us so I could kiss her and I felt her moan into my mouth. When I looked down I saw Lela's luscious lips fastened to one of those fat little pink nipples. Her face was a conflicting mask of arousal, fear and confusion. Lela sensed her hesitance and she whispered in her ear.
"Let's just watch, Amber. It's so beautiful. You'll see, and when you're ready it will be beautiful for you too. I want you, baby, but you need Carl. He can make you whole. Just look at them. Can I pet you, baby? We'll just watch them."
Amber nodded with wide, frightened blue eyes while Lela cupped the breast she had been loving in her hand, tweaking the hard little nipple with her fingers.
"Sit up, Tia, so we can see," Lela told her.
Tia heard her. She was pumping her pussy wildly on my cock. It has always amazed me that such a little girl can take me so deep and has so much energy. She hardly ever lets me be on top. She wants to move more than she can with my weight on her and it had been a while since we fucked. She sat up and began to bounce.
"Touch him, Amber," Lela whispered. "Look at her face. She's so in love with him and he's making her feel so good. I'm going to help her. It looks like Carl is about to cum. He usually lasts a long time. He must be crazy about you to cum this soon."
Her long fingers slid up Tia's smooth thigh and massaged her clit firmly and rapidly. She was right. Being naked with a beautiful blonde goddess had me charged up pretty good and being inside Tia's tight little pussy had me ready to explode. I felt Tia began to shake as she went off like a rocket and my cum spurted up inside her as I groaned in ecstasy. Even cuming, I could feel Amber reach down to rub her little blonde pussy and shake with her own orgasm. Lela felt left out and as soon as Tia came back from the moon she took care of that, licking Lela's beautiful pussy until she exploded. I can make Lela cum too with my tongue but she prefers a girl's touch. I held Amber tightly and we watched the two girls squirming together.
"Are you ok, baby?" I asked her.
"Yes, they're beautiful, aren't they?"
"Yes, so are you," I told her. "I love them like they were my little sisters. Do you want to take a shower with me? I think they want to take you out."
"Won't you go?" she asked.
"No, I think they want some time alone with you," I told her. "They want to get to know their new sister."
We climbed in and let the hot water soak us. She let me wash her and she returned the favor. She even washed my cock, although she turned red when she did it. She was really very shy for such a beautiful girl.
"How many girls have you helped like me?" she asked.
"You're lucky number thirteen," I told her.
"Do they all live here and just come over and get in bed with us?" she asked.
I laughed. "No, some of them went back where they came from. Five of them are married and they live close. I rarely see them. We talk a lot on the phone or they e-mail me. They wouldn't cheat on their husbands. I wouldn't let them do that and they prefer to keep their lives compartmented off. Just the single ones come over when they want to. This is still their home if they ever need a place to stay. I lost one too, Amber. She was so badly broken she could never get over it. I still think about her and cry. She just walked into the ocean one day and never came back. She was the second one and I didn't know how to help very well back then. I just watched her go deeper and deeper. She couldn't stand for me to touch her and I didn't know enough to make her. Do you remember when you were fighting me and trying to push me away?"
"Yes, It was like I was so scared and you were there and you were a man and we were naked. I just felt like I couldn't breathe and I started panicking."
"I know. That's the way she was all the time. I know what to do now. I just held you and talked to you and we were intimate and I made you do it. I didn't know then. I left her alone in her room and she just cried all the time. She got worse and worse until one day she was gone. They found her body three miles out to sea. I can't help but wish I had done something different, but I just didn't know."
I was crying and she hugged me, pressing against me with that beautiful naked body, kissing away my tears. "You tried," she said. "I'm glad you made me stay there with you. It scared me so bad that you were going to rape me too, but when you were so kind and gentle I knew I needed to hold on to you. If you hadn't made me do that I doubt if I could have ever stood to be touched again."
We were interrupted by Tia and Lela joining us. It was getting crowded and I stepped out to dry off. Amber joined me in a minute and we dressed. The other girls came out and dressed. They took Amber away and I relaxed in a quiet house and read a book. Amber came back about two and I was asleep with my feet up on the table and the book had fallen on my chest. She sat down beside me and that woke me up. I thought my book had fallen and I gave a start. She hugged me and laughed at my startled look.
"What are you reading," she asked.
"Foutainhead, by Ayn Rand," I told her. "I'm reading it again."
"Have you read Atlas Shrugged?" she asked.
"Yes, do you know Ayn Rand?" I asked.
"Not personally," she laughed. "I've read the books. Are you an anarchist, Carl?"
"Yes, I suppose I am," I said. "That's funny because I used to be a cop. Now I hate them. They're nearly as corrupt as the criminals. There are two groups of them here in town running prostitution rings."
"I'm not surprised," she said. "One of the men at that house was a vice cop. He left before you got there."
"I'll find out who he is," I promised. "What do you think you're going to want to do, Amber?"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, do you still have your heart set on the acting business? Do you think you might want to go back to wherever you came from? Where did you come from, anyway? I hardly know anything about you."
"I'm from Akron, Ohio," she said. "I don't want to go back there. That may be what I do, but it won't be because I want to."
"Do you know LeBron James?" I asked.
"No, he's a lot older than me," she laughed. "He is from Akron though."
"Do you want to call your parents?" I asked.
"My dad died when I was twelve," she said. "I don't get along with my mother."
"Why not?" I asked.
"Well, to tell you the truth, she didn't like the choices I made," she admitted. "I guess she was right about most of them. She has this really weird religious deal though. It isn't that she thought I was being stupid, but that the entire entertainment industry is evil. She won't listen to music, watch a movie or TV or use the internet. When I wanted to she got really distant and didn't talk to me. I think she wanted me to leave. I'll call her someday just to let her know where I'm at. I don't think she cares. I do have a little sister I care about. I'll text her and tell her I'm ok. I wish she didn't have to be with my Mother either."
"Do you want to go to school?" I asked.
"Maybe," she said. "I was third in my class in high school. I got really good grades and I got a 31 on the ACT. How would I live though?"
"It's pretty cheap to live with me," I told her. "You have quite a bit of money. I'll give you more if you need it. Ripping off pimps and drug dealers pays pretty well. Tia and Julie are in college. They both have jobs they work at and they pay for their own places and school. One of them can probably get you a modeling gig. I know a lot of people. If you think of something you'd like to do, let me know and I'll try to find you a job. It's just something to be thinking about. I don't think you're ready for that yet. You're an amazingly resilient girl, Amber. I can't believe you've come as far as you have already."
"I have someone very good helping me," she said. "Actually, I have several. I really, really like Tia and Lela. Lela is so fierce! Tia's just a little angel. Lela wants me to go to yoga with her and Tia invited me over for dinner on Tuesday. I can't wait to meet Rachael and Julie. Do you think they'll like me?"
I hugged her. "They'll love you, baby. You're very loveable. Want to have pizza delivered for supper?"
She did and we watched a cheesy horror flick on TV while we ate. She was cleaning up when I went and showered. I got in bed and read a while. She was in the bathroom a long time. She came out without the panties this time. She scooted over and lay across me. "Read to me," she said. She was asleep by the time I got two chapters read. I put the book down and turned off the light. The moonlight came in through the window and bathed us in silver. Her hair was a halo and I went to sleep with her cheek on my chest.
When I woke up and opened my eyes there were two big blue pools looking into mine. She was on top of me, watching me.
"You're a complicated person, Carl," she said.
"I disagree," I told her. "I think I'm simple. I live a simple life. I do two things. I help people and I enjoy life. How is that complicated?"
"Well, you're a former cop that reads Ayn Rand. You're also kind of a vigilante. You're so kind and gentle but I remember what you and Lela did in that house. You killed those men without a thought. You have multiple lovers that you treat like your daughters. I'd say that's pretty complicated."
I laughed. "When you put it like that, I guess I am. What do you want to do today?"
Can we go to the beach?" she asked.
I looked outside and the sun was shining. "Yes, I think we can."
She didn't move. "How old are you, Carl?" she asked.
"I'm 29," I told her. "Why do you ask?"
"Have you ever been married?" she asked.
"No," I said. "I've never met the right girl. Are you proposing?"
She giggled. "I might, but not today. I don't have anything to wear to the beach."
"That's ok," I said. "It's a nude beach."
She looked at me to see if I was kidding. We both exploded in laughter. "Well, let's go get something," I said.
The beach was fun. I hadn't been for a while and watching Amber in a bikini was fun too. She was coming out of her shell more every day. Over time, she became vital and alive. By the time two months had passed I could tell she hardly thought about her rape at all.