Chapter 12

Around eight the next morning Vickie was still trying to doze off when she heard the security buzzer signaling from the lobby and Andrea's voice.

"Yes, it's all right, send him up."

Yuki was still asleep as Vickie quietly made her way into the front room, wearing the full length gown she had put on.

"We're about to have company," said Andrea.

"T.J.?" asked Vickie.

The aunt nodded.

"You'd better get her up and dressed."

Vickie went back to the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed and gently shook Yuki's shoulder to awaken her. Beautiful brown eyes opened, at first disoriented, then settled on Vickie and a soft smile lit up the young girl's face.

"They're... coming for you."

Fear shot across the girl's face.

"Preeze, Yuki stay here with you."

"I'm... sorry..." began Vickie.

"Yuki suck you real good. Preeze!" she begged.

"I..." but Vickie was interrupted by the doorbell and voices in the living room.

There was desperation in the girl's voice.

"Preeze! Yuki no go with him."

Vickie began to imagine what life as a hooker for T.J. and the others must be like.

"I wish I could help. I'm only visiting. This isn't even my home."

She saw the hope drain from the girl's eyes. Yuki slowly got out of bed and dressed, then the two of them walked into the living room, powerful feelings of betrayal coursing through the American teen.

"Get your ass downstairs," commanded T.J.

The girl's eyes caught those of Vickie for an instant, then cast downward in subjugation and obedience. She silently followed as her pimp led the way to the door.

"She's available any time you want her. Same rate," he said to Andrea.

"Yes, well, we'll let you know."

T.J. smiled and he and Yuki left.

"Have a pleasant night?" asked Andrea, smiling. She had hoped last evening would culminate in her taking Vickie's virginity, but when the girl started showing that sickening compassion for the whore, Andrea knew she would have to wait a while longer. No matter, the thought of defiling her sister's precious little daughter was reward enough to make the wait worth while.

She ordered breakfast and as the two ate, Vickie, still unaware of her aunt's ultimate plans, decided to broach the subject on which she had been speculating and last night seemed to confirm.

Vickie looked her aunt directly in the eye.

"May I ask you a very personal question?"

"Of course. I have no secrets from you, Vickie."

"Are... are you Lesbian?"

Andrea smiled. Perhaps she would not have to wait long to bed the little bitch after all.

"I'm bisexual. I can take pleasure with men or women, but it is true that I enjoy most, those of the female persuasion."

"May I ask you something else?"

"Ask whatever you like."

"Has all this," asked Vickie, "agreeing to have me stay the summer, showering me with gifts, showing me the tape of Yuki and taking me to the Velvet Spike and then last night, has it all been to get me into bed with you?"

Andrea laughed gently.

"My dear Vickie, you are beautiful, you have a gorgeous body... and you're a virgin, a combination that, in truth, I find irresistible, but you are also intelligent, curious and you have a wonderful sense of humor. I find your company most enjoyable. Would I like to bed you?... yes! Is that the only reason I want you here?... absolutely not!"

Of course Andrea was not about to tell the teenager that the real other reason was to inflict the revenge, to which she felt she was entitled, upon her sister, through screwing and corrupting her daughter.

Not able to operate on the devious level to which her aunt was quite accustomed, Vickie took the statements at face value. After all, she thought, Andrea had openly admitted that she wanted to have sex with her. What other reason would she have to lie? How little did the naive teen know.

"I have a favor to ask, a big favor," said Vickie, turning the conversation in another direction.

"And what would that be?" asked Andrea.

The girl was hesitant, even though she had spent the last three hours formulating a plan.

"Will you pay off T.J., Chuck and Willie and buy Yuki's freedom so she can go home?"

"What makes you think she wants to go home?"

"Come on Aunt Andrea, we both know she was snowed into leaving with them in the first place. She was young and scared and bought into that "your parents will kick you out "stuff. You said yourself they are turning her into a prostitute. I may not know a lot about prostitutes, but I do know about VD and Aids. How long before she becomes infected? Six more months? Six more weeks?... Six more days?"

"And just why are you taking it upon yourself to save this girl?"

"As I said last night. I'm not sure why. All I know is that she's a young girl who has been taken advantage of. I'd like to help if I can."