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THE STARLET SLAVE 20
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20. Free
After he helped me back into my party clothes, Dicky drove me home again without
even turning on that damned Persuader once. And then he invited himself in -- he
had to use the Persuader just a touch there -- and Mom gave us some cake and
milk, and asked if we had a good time at the party, and talked with Dicky for a
while about how his research project was going. It was great "fun" listening to
Dicky's double-meaning answers about the ways he had tested his research -- how
he had just recently tried it out on a special "bitch". . .
Peck had great plans for that summer. After graduation, he told me, I was going
to tell Mom that I had been offered a job as counsellor in a summer camp. He was
even going to print up some fancy stationery for the camp, after he decided
whether to call it the Four King Hideaway or Many Forks. Or maybe the 4-Q dude
ranch.
He always was a fast one with the dirty pun.
And then, while Mom thought I was off at camp, I would move in with Peck so I
could be on duty 24 hours a day (and every day of the month, as he loved to put
it). And maybe he could make me available for out-of-town trips with some of his
clients, as well. Or take on temporary assignments in some of the whorehouses
that he had "exchange programs" with. Or maybe as live-in sex slave with some
rich man -- or woman.
And he didn't say so, but I was deathly afraid that once I got into some
out-of-town gig, I might never come back.
But it didn't work out for him. I hate to put it this way, but it was a great
relief when Mom's heart gave out in her sleep one night, and the only real hold
that Peck had on me was broken. I had known all along that that fake confession
he had wouldn't hold water -- its only value had been to give him an excuse to
threaten to worry Mom by calling in the police -- and there was nothing I had to
lose by letting the rest of the town know what was going on.
After all, they knew me as the town whore, anyway.
Mom's insurance money, along with what I got from the sale of the house, was
enough to enable me to enroll in the university in the state capital, where I
could make a fresh start.
And then Jeff came along.
I lied to you a little about Jeff. After I had been in class with him for a few
days, he recognized me from some of Peck's hard-core porn pictures that he had
bought under the counter somewhere, and he blackmailed me into moving in with
him, or else he would show them around the campus. But he was a Hell of a lot
better master than Peck had been. I just thanked God that Jeff hadn't got hold
of some of those torture pictures of me that Peck had been peddling -- I'm sure
that he would have made me re-enact them again and again.
Well (Ellen concluded) that's the way it all happened. So now you know
everything that led up to that fucking fraternity party.
