Chapter 7

Ronnie dropped me off after his morning fuck and pulled away. I was wearing a pair of Daisy Duke shorts and the bottom of my ass showed. Guys were all over me again and I had to fight them off just to get to my locker. Ronnie reminded me about the no free pussy rule and said he had "spies" in school that would watch me and report back to him. He left an open ended statement about what would happen if I went against his wishes.

On the way to school he explained about the "student discount" I could give if asked but I couldn't give it away any more. The discount was $40 for a fuck and $20 for a blow-job. I knew most of the guys couldn't afford that and most wouldn't pay if they could.

Some of the guys took it better than others but all grumbled about not getting pussy any more. I held fast and didn't give in even after most kept pushing for it. At lunch one of my usual fucks wanted me and I quoted him the prices. He agreed for a blow job and we headed towards the closet.

After unzipping his pants I asked for the money. He handed me a ten and I reminded him of the price.

"Ten now, ten when you're done," he said smiling down at me.

"Come on, Reg, you know I'm good. Just pay the money or I can't do it." We haggled back and forth a bit before he said that he only had ten dollars and he'd bring the rest on Monday. I believed him and began sucking.

On the way to PE three guys came up from behind me and wanted to fuck. I'd fucked one of them already but didn't know the other two. I told them the price and was surprised when they agreed. We headed for an empty class room. When we got there they began yanking at my clothes, pulling on me and knocking me down. I struggled with them, repeating several times that they had to pay me first.

One of them slapped me and I felt a punch to my back, knocking the wind out of me. Before long I was naked and one was on top of me pumping away. A second one quickly filled my mouth.

I struggled against them as I didn't want Ronnie to know they were fucking me without paying. All three of them fucked me and came then left. My lip was swollen, I had scratches on my arms and legs and had a large knot on the side of my head. My shirt was torn and the button on my shorts had been pulled off.

I stayed in that room until the next bell rang and went to clean up. They had hit me and punched me a few times in the face and I knew I'd probably have a black eye. There was dried blood on my mouth and one of the scratches on my leg was still bleeding. I went to the office and asked to call Ronnie to come get me.

"What the fuck happened to you?" he asked once we made it to the truck.

"I got raped." He sat glared at me, waiting for me to tell him what happened.

I proceeded to explain to him everything that transpired with the three guys and what they did to me. At the end I was shaking at remembering the event.

"You can't be raped, you're a whore," he said starting the truck. "Whores can't get raped. When you put pussy out there for sale and someone fucks it without paying, it's stealing, not rape. Same as if I went into the 7-Eleven and grabbed a 12-pack of beer and left out without paying for it. I didn't rape them I stole from them. Same fuckin' thing," he said pulling out of the parking lot.

"It's your fault they didn't pay. Did you see the money before you agreed to go with them? Huh? No, I bet you didn't. You just follow them blindly to some empty room and they took what they wanted. You gotta lot to learn about the game. Next time you ask them to see the money, or better yet, get the money first and then take them some- place. Remember, no cash, no ass." He drove silently for a block and then shook his head. "Can't believe you wasted $120 worth of pussy."

As we drove I could tell he was mad. I wasn't sure if he was mad at me or at the guys who 'stole' from me. At a red light he looked at me. "Did you make any money today?"

I couldn't believe he asked that. What I went through and all he's worried about is if I made money or not. "Yea. A little." I said looking down at the cuts on my legs.

"Where is it?" I dug into my pocket and pulled out the ten dollar bill Reg had given me. "That's it?" he yelled as I held it out. Just then the car behind us blew their horn as the light had changed. Ronnie gunned it and squealed the tires. "Ten dollars? What did you do for ten dollars?"

I didn't look at him. I couldn't. "I asked you a question!"

"Blow job."

"You gave a blow job for ten dollars?"

"That's all he had. He'll bring the rest on Monday."

"Yea right and you believed him?" I nodded. "Then you're stupider than I thought. He ain't gunna pay you. He got what he wanted and you won't ever see that money ever again. And you know what else? He's gunna tell all his friends he only paid you ten dollars for a blow job so they're gunna wonder why they gotta pay 20."

He was fuming over this. "It was only a lousy ten dollars," I mumbled and he almost back handed me.

"Only a lousy ten dollars? You dumb little whore. Money is money and you gotta hard lesson to learn about it. Because of this, from now on you'll only be able to charge ten dollars for a blow job. You set the new price by sucking his cock so cheap. And if it's ten dollars for a blow job, it's gotta be twenty dollars for pussy. That's the new price that you just set because you're so fuckin' stupid!" he yelled.

We were now in the driveway and he was still yelling at me. I couldn't understand why he was so angry. I thought he'd be understanding and caring about me getting raped but now it's turned around to where it's my fault it happened because I'm so stupid.

I hadn't had any of my "stuff" since last night before I fucked the five guys and I was really wanting some. Being raped didn't help my emotional state any and I just threw myself on my bed and put my pillow over my head. I could still smell the musky odors of sex and my stomach churned. I wanted to throw up.

I was feeling agitated but wasn't sure if it was that I was mad or not. Mad at what happened or mad at myself for everything. My stomach was hurting and I was feeling nauseous. I rolled onto my back and looked at the ceiling. It seemed like it was moving. Then I realized it was me. I was shaking like I was cold but it was warm in my room. I knew what I needed.

"Ronnie, can I have some more of my, uh, stuff?" I asked meekly as he sat watching TV and drinking a beer. He looked over at me and lit a cigarette.

"Why?"

"Cause I really need it. Please."

"What have you done for me?" I was surprised he would even ask. Everything that has happened over the past two months and he asks what I did for him?

"What about last night?"

"What about it?"

"That's something I did for you."

"Yea, and that was last night. I'm talking about today. What have you done for me TO-DAY?" he asked drawing out the word "day".

I struggled to answer. I wasn't expecting that question. There really wasn't anything except the ten dollars, but that just might get him mad again. I mentioned it anyway.

"Ten dollars? You expect that to buy anything? You can't even lick my ass for ten dollars." I watched as he finished his beer and put out his cigarette. He was stalling and making me squirm in the process. "I'll tell you what. Put on something sexy and I'll give you a chance to earn your shit."

I knew what that meant but I was desperate. I really needed another hit. I did what he asked and we were soon in his truck heading out someplace. I didn't even ask. I knew better. I was surprised when we pulled into the diner where my mom worked. Part of it is the diner and the rest is a truck stop. Only a small hallway separates them and the only restrooms are between them. He drove to the store side and turned off the engine.

"There's your first trick," he said pointing to a trucker filling his tank wearing a cowboy hat and tight jeans. I looked at Ronnie hoping he was kidding. He wasn't. "Forty for a suck, sixty for a fuck. They don't take long so you can charge a little less. I sat frozen in my seat. "Get moving before he leaves," he said pushing my shoulder. I opened my door and headed towards the man.

He was older, as most guys are, and unshaven. I wasn't sure how to start it off so I asked him if his name was John. "It's Henry," he said tipping his hat towards me. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, you just look like this guy I know named John." He smiled and I glanced towards Ronnie. I didn't move and didn't really know what else to say.

"Something else I can help you with, young lady?" The craving was strong and I knew I'd better do something fast.

"Yea, I, um, well, you see, it's, huh, my mom. She's uh, sick and needs medicine," I blubbered, not sure he'd believe me or not. I figured it was worth a chance. He stared down at me with a serious look on his face.

"What kind of medicine is it?"

"Oh, I, um forget the name. But it costs sixty dollars."

"Sixty?! That's a lot of money."

"Oh, please mister, I really need the money and I'll do anything for it. Anything," I added with a grin.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" I turned towards him, grabbing the bottom of my half shirt and lifting it to expose my breasts to him. His eyes widened before glancing around quickly. "Just how old are you?"

"Sixteen." Ronnie made sure I told guys that so they wouldn't freak.

"What would I get for this money?"

"Anything you want," I said smiling. He didn't respond right away and finished putting his diesel in before telling me to get into his truck. I was nervous at first because I knew that I shouldn't get into strangers cars and the fact that he didn't show me the money made me worry. I looked towards Ronnie and saw him still there. I didn't think any more about it and climbed into the big truck.

Henry was nice enough and didn't want anything weird. Just a little suck and a quick fuck. Ronnie was right. They don't take long. He had a schedule to meet and from the time I climbed up until the time I climbed down was about 15 minutes. I was pleased with myself and nearly ran all the way to Ronnie. Getting into the truck, I literally threw the money in his hand.

"Can I have it now?" I asked hopeful.

"Do another and I'll think about it," said as he straightened the three twenties I gave him. He noticed I had another bill in my hand and grabbed my wrist. It was a ten dollar bill and Henry told me to keep it for myself.

"You holdin' out on me, bitch?" he yelled almost at the top of his voice.

"N ... no, Ronnie, I was just..."

"Don't fuckin' lie to me! What's this then?" he said prying it from my hand.

"He gave it to me as a tip. Told me to keep it for myself..."

"You don't fuckin' get it do you? You get nothing. Every penny they give you, you give it to me. I don't care what it is. It's mine, understand?"

I sat stunned while he finished explaining my "role" in this relationship we now had. According to him he did all the work and all I had to do was lay there and get fucked. That's why he gets all the money.

"I'm your body guard, your trainer, your manager, I set up your dates, keep you motivated, buy you whatever you need, bla, bla, bla..." I tuned him out after a while. My hunger for crack was stronger than ever before and I couldn't stop my hands from shaking.

"What about my stuff?" I asked when he stopped to take a breath.

"Not after you hold out on me. You gotta learn to give me every- thing and I mean everything." He dug into his pocket and pulled out the small plastic bag with several rocks. Pulling one out he rolled it around his finger tips.

Unconsciously I licked my lips. That was my weakness. I felt a sudden rush of excitement at the prospect of getting my fix but then had it quickly dashed. "To show you I mean business you gotta get me two more of this," he said rubbing the three 20s between his fingers, "before you get this."

I stared at the dingy crystal between his finger and thumb and wanted so much to reach out and grab it. I knew what he would do if I tried that. Slowly I reached for the door handle.

"Sorry, no riders," the first man I approached yelled out as he climbed into his truck.

"I just want to ask you a question."

"Sorry, no riders," he repeated as he began to pull forward.

The second man was running late and said he'd be back in two days if I was still around he'd love to 'get' with me.

I scored with the third guy I asked and was soon in the small cabin area behind the seats getting fucked. He was slender and much older with a hump back and a big beer belly. His cock was normal sized and bent upwards.

I cringed when I felt his shooting his dirty old cum into me. One thing I noticed about truckers is they don't shower a lot and have a similar smell. I saw on old towel balled up in the corner and wiped myself with it. It was crusty and had a sour smell. I smiled thinking this was probably his jerk-off rag.

I climbed down and went looking for another one. I know now why he picked this truck stop for me to work because it was the busiest one around here and being late Friday after noon, the place was full of truckers and single men passing through.

The next guy wasn't a trucker and drove an older car with big seats. I wasn't sure I should approach him or not but he kept staring at me so I figured why not. He was okay with the $40 for a blow job and we went around the back of the building to do it.

He stayed in the driver's seat and slid his seat all the way back. I leaned over him from the passenger side and sucked him until he came and the gulped it down. Guys like to see that for some strange reason. When I popped my head up I saw none other than my mom leaning against the building smoking a cigarette.

Shit! I was about 20 feet away from her and if she saw me I'd be dead. The guy started his car and asked what I was waiting for. I was slouched down in the seat trying not to be noticed when I felt his hand on my left breast. I turned towards him.

"You want more?" I asked almost hopefully.

"No, I just think you got some great tits. But I do have to go so you need to get out."

"Can you drop me off at the front?"

He looked at me then at the woman standing near the opened door and then back at me. "You know her?" I nodded and he smiled as he put the car in reverse. I thanked him as I got out and rushed to meet Ronnie.

Ronnie was satisfied when I handed him the money and he gave me a rock and the pipe. I couldn't light it fast enough and had most of it gone before we got on the highway. I was floating and felt great and none of what happened today mattered. I had what I needed to make all my problems go away.