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THE STARLET SLAVE 15
joypaine
15. In the Trade
One funny thing. Although lots of the teachers -- men and women alike -- were
"enjoying my favors", as the old stories used to put it, the kids at school left
me alone. Oh, not quite alone. They knew the score, of course. Even if the word
hadn't gotten around, they would have been able to guess from the way I dressed.
And I knew that Peck's pictures of me were circulating around the school -- he
used to make a point of telling me whenever he sold a set to any of the
students, making sure that I knew exactly who the buyer was.
And sure, the guys used to rub up against me, and maybe cop a feel now and then,
but no more than they did with the other girls. And it was all done furtively,
as if they thought that they were getting away with something. I dunno. Maybe it
was more fun if they thought they were getting something that they weren't
supposed to. Or maybe they were afraid of what the other guys would do -- or
even more what the girls would say -- if it was known that they were fooling
around with the town whore.
Even a whore as young and as well stacked as I was.
Above all, none of the fellows ever asked me for a "date". And I'm sure it
wasn't a question of money. Old Peckerhead's rates were very flexible. Sure, he
liked to make as much as he could on every trick I turned, but he was a good
enough businessman to realize that a cheap trick brought in more than no trick
at all. And he got a kick out of my degradation, too. I think that he would have
given my ass away for free, if there ever was a time when he couldn't find a
paying customer. The thing that broke his heart more than anything else was to
see me in any position other than flat on my back.
No, I didn't mean that literally. He didn't give a shit what position I did it
in, just so long as I was doing it.
And of course he always took advantage of my off periods for a little diversion
for himself. And believe me, I used to bust my ass trying to get a customer --
any customer at all -- that would give me an excuse to avoid Peck's attentions.
That may be one of the reasons he used to make our sessions so unpleasant -- to
encourage me to go out and find paying customers that would occupy my time. But
some of it was pure meanness, too.
Interesting, though. Although the guys left me alone, a lot of the girls
regarded me as a sort of folk-heroine. Or maybe that should be fuck-heroine. Not
all of them, of course. Especially not Peck's other girls, who knew as well as I
did how sordid the Life was. Well, they almost knew. I'm sure that my lot was
worse than theirs.
And here's an interesting question: Although he had at least those three other
girls from school in his stable -- and there were the ones that I recruited, and
a couple of others that I was suspicious about, and God knows how many others --
none of them had to be as blatant as I had to about their availability. I
figured that maybe it was just because of my big tits, but Rosie told me that
was only part of it. One reason he made me a special case, she pointed out, was
that my family situation made it possible. Mom didn't get out hardly at all, so
there wasn't much chance that she would see me in my working clothes. And
everybody knew about her heart condition, so they weren't going to tell her
about me, for fear of sending her over the brink.
And besides, Rosie pointed out, it was useful for him to have some of his girls
put up respectable fronts. ("Although your front is pretty damned respectable",
she giggled.) Some of his customers liked to have a girl available for
"legitimate" dates, such as for a visiting boss. Or some of them would like to
go out on a conventional date now and then (with an assured fuck afterward, of
course). And it was convenient for Peck to have a number of "clean" girls for
such assignments.
"I'm no psychiatrist", Rosie added, "but it's also just possible that he takes
this approach with you because you were a virgin when he first screwed you. That
would be in line with the way his sadistic mind works. He took my cherry, too,
and you may have noticed that he treats me worse than any of his other girls,
except you."
But like I say, some of the girls actually admired me. Or admired what they
thought I was. They didn't have the slightest idea how painful and degrading
each sexual encounter was for me, and how humiliated I was every minute. To the
girls, I was "liberated", whatever they thought that meant.
And they assumed I knew a hell of a lot more than I did. Sure, I knew a lot of
things that they had never guessed at, but that wasn't what they had in mind.
They used to come to me for advice on "how to get the most out of sex". If
they'd asked me how to get more sex, I could have told them -- just let old Peck
get his meathooks into them. And I did recruit a number of white slaves for him,
too. I'm ashamed of it, but he gave me a quota to fill -- or sometimes he would
designate who the next victim would be -- and he made it just too damned painful
for me if I didn't meet the quota.
But the girls wanted me to tell them how to enjoy sex. Shit, I'd never even had
one orgasm. Until that date with Dicky, that is.
