Runaway

*The Present*

I took a good look at myself in the mirror as I fixed my makeup and my hair in the last minute
and put on my trench coat before stepping out of the dressing room, heading up onstage.

I paused shyly as about a little more than a hundred sets of perverted eyes landed on me. Though I should really get used to this kind of stuff, I’m still not used to getting naked and sleep around, doing what I am disgusted on doing. All I ever wanted was to get myself out of here.

But I know that’s not possible, if I try to escape then I’ll be dead. If I try anything such as refuse
to have perverts do whatever they please with me and kick their ass then I’ll be dead. There’s not much of an escape for me. While I am forced into prostitution, I also get raped and beaten by the men working for Madame Stewart. She is aware of what is happening to me and she doesn’t seem to care, but yet she refuses on ever letting me go.

There were other traffickers interested on buying me permanently and were willing to pay a
generous offer, but she refused. She was willing to permanently sell other women but not me. I
didn’t know if it was because she’s my twin sister or because she wanted to make sure I suffered as much as necessary. I looked up into the crowed and spotted a familiar face. He faced right back at me, shooting me a kind smile.

My lips began to form into a soft smile, dropping off my trench coat, revealing my exotic outfit I
wore( http://www.polyvore.com/shy_strip/set?id=131147108&lid=3816624 ). I modeled myself to the stripper pole and began to strip dance.

Most of the time, my eyes rested on the man who entered the club. What made him a familiar
face is the fact that he was a frequent customer. Every time he comes by, he always asks for me.

Whenever there’s auctions held, he attends them and places the highest bet on me.
My mind always seems to be at ease when he’s around. He was the sweetest guy I ever met. I
don’t know what’s wrong with me. I tend to think of him a lot and I honestly feel comfortable
sleeping with him, it just feels different then all the other men I was forced to sleep with.

I didn’t know what I found more attractive about him, his badass amazing Mohawk, his
incredible tattoos, the fact that he’s a rock star. He always tends to make me smile without even trying.

The only thing I know about him was that he’s a bass player for a band called Avenged
Sevenfold, he tends to wonder off, dress up like a cowboy and do the most random stuff when
he’s drunk. I know his name which is Johnny. I also know his birthday and some other stuff he
mentioned. So I practically know a lot about him.

He knows some stuff about me too but I never mention that my father and my brother were killed by some men working for my twin and she kept me alive just so I she could basically control me and keep me as her little pet.

Johnny head over to the bar to grab himself a drink as he watched me dance. I saw him call over one of the guys working for Madame Stewart and saw him pointing at me. I saw Johnny give him a couple of bills as the man nodded.

I knew what they were talking about, me. Johnny was asking for me and paid to spend a night
with me. As soon as I’m finish dancing,the man is going to call me over and let me
know that Johnny wants me.

Finally I have finished dancing and gathered up some dollar bills and my outfit I wore. I headed
back to my dressing room to put something else on for Johnny, something sexy ( http://www.polyvore.com/mels_outfit/set?id=130143233&lid=3816624 ).

The man walked into the dressing room without knocking. “The guy wants you.” He referred to
Johnny.

“I’ll be out in a second.” I handed him the money that was thrown at me when I was strip
dancing.

“Just remember I’ll be waiting outside the place you and the guy are going to be at.”

“Yes I know, I know.” I sat down, beginning to brush my hair.

“It’s good you’re finally able to cooperate, now you see what happens when you do cooperate?
No troubles are found.”

“Well I guess I got used to doing this stuff.” I lied.

“Good, I’m glad.” He stepped out the dressing room.

One of girls who was also in prostitution, gave me the look. “What’s really going on with you,
Mel? This isn’t like you.”

“What is, me actually wanting to have sex with a customer?” I chuckled.

“This is no ordinary customer, Liz. He’s… different.” I shrugged.

“How? He’s only interested in the same thing as all other guys around here want, and that is to
fuck us.”

“He’s just different okay? I could feel it.”

“The only difference is that he’s a rock star but other than that, I think he’s only interested in
getting laid.”

“Is that so?” I finished up getting ready. I stood up and walked toward the door. “I’ll give you
the rest of the night to think about why does he seem to always ask for me, to be kind, to tell me
stuff about him, and to trust me.” I opened smiled, stepping out the door.

I head over to the bar, sneaking up on Johnny. I placed my hands over his eyes and leaned close to his ear. “Guess who, handsome.”

“Well hello gorgeous.” I felt his smile forming.

Johnny placed his hands over mines to remove them as he turned around. “So what do you have planned for us? Your fantasies are my command.” I winked at him.

“Well I was thinking we go have a couple of wine and see where it goes from there.”

“It sounds like we’ll have a lot of fun.” I sat on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Don't we always? Once you hop on the Johnny express, you never go back.” Johnny traced his
hands on my smooth legs.

We both stood up and began to walk to his car. He drove me to a nearby hotel, and walked to the front desk before taking me up to the room.

As soon as we got up to the luxurious room, Johnny had wine brought up to us. The wine has
been served for us and the man was given a tip before leaving Johnny and I alone.

Johnny’s eyes were on me as I raised my glass and took a sip of my wine. I couldn’t help but
blush. “Is there something on my face?”

“Uh… no… nothing at all...” Johnny seemed as if he dozed off for a second.

“Really? No spider on my shoulder or a mosquito over my lip, waiting for me to have another
drink of my wine and get drunk?”

Johnny let out a soft chuckle. “Or maybe the mosquito also wants to go for a swim in your wine
while playing a little mini ukulele, drunk.”

“That little drunk stealing my wine.” The both of us shared a good laugh.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Johnny reached out for my glass.

“No, you have your own.” I took his glass and poured the wine in my glass.

“Oh Honey, no need on getting me drunk, you already know you’re going to sleep with this bad
boy right here.” Johnny smirked.

I have gone quiet. I couldn’t help but smile back. My eyes were locked to his lips as he raised the glass up to his lips. My eyes began to wonder up to his eyes, watching me as I admired his
perfection.

I couldn’t help but to take the wine glass away from him and scoot over to his lap as I drank the
rest of the wine and pressed my lips against his.

He did not hesitate to kiss back. His tongue massaged mines as his arms were wrapped around my body. He had pulled away before taking off the shirt I wore only to discover my bare chest. I began to feel his boner forming as he let his hands roam up to my bare chest.

“Such a natural beauty...” Johnny whispered as his thumbs gently traced my nipples.
As soon as my nipples hardened enough, he cocked his head down and began suck them as hard as he could.

He wrapped his arms around me and carried me to the bed. He gently laid me down as the way
rubbed them had made me squirm, causing me to let out a soft moan.

“Is that my dessert?” Johnny smirked.

“It’s just the way you like it, nice and sweet, handsome.” I smirked.

He shoved his tongue into my clit and began licking and sucking every one of my juices. I
grunted to his touch. The way he made me feel was unquestionable. He knew exactly how to
please me.

His groans appeared as soon as mine begun, as if the sound of my moans have triggered his
arousal.

I knew his triggered mines. No matter how he touches me, no matter what sounds he makes,
what he’s wearing or what he does, my arousal bursts up. If anyone knew I was in love with my frequent customer, I’d get banned from ever seeing him again.

I just couldn’t help and wonder if Johnny feels the same way about me. If he doesn’t feel the same way, then I feared I may never see him again. I want to keep seeing him. Ever since he became a customer, he chose me. He was good to me and treated me with respects.

I was more comfortable being with him and giving myself to him than anyone else. I was the
only prostitute he decided to sleep with. When I sleep with him I feel like some sort of
connection, I feel what every woman ever wanted to feel when they fall in love. I want to
become more than just his sex toy, I want to be his life partner, his sweetheart. The one I’d love
to raise a family with and be with until death. Unfortunately, that will never happen. I’m my
sister’s slave and a sex object to men, that’s all I’ll ever be.

I looked up into his beautiful brown eyes as he crawled up to slide into me. He began to thrust in
a hard pace for my pleasure. I tightened up a little to hear the sound of his pleasures. The both of us shared our groans as we pleasured one another.

I moved my hand up to his cheek, gently soothing his face. My fingers traced his lips. Our eyes
locked once again. At that moment, I knew there was more than lust in his eyes. It’s filled with
kindness, caress and love.

Johnny buried his head down to my chest as he thrusts harder. I began to run my fingers through his hair. His warm breath vibrated onto my skin, releasing nothing but pleasure. He bit my neck in a pleasing manner as his pace began to slightly decelerate.

He slightly pulled away and looked deeply into my eyes, pressing his lips against mines. We’d
given each other an everlasting kiss, one that I didn’t wanted to end.

By the time we finished making love, Johnny held me close to him. “Johnny? Can I ask you
something? What do you see in me? I mean out of all the girls you could sleep with, why bother
spend an excessive amount of money just to spend every night with me and only me?Especially in the actions, you bet to the maximum. There was even this one time you’re won the action by betting 1.2 million dollars. I thought for sure you would’ve gone broke.”

“Can I just simple say I wanted an excuse to see you?” Johnny traced his hand, smoothly across my body before leaning in close to my ear. “And you’re also worth so much more to me.” He placed soft warm kisses on my shoulder.

“What makes me special?” I asked.

“Everything.” He’d given me a simple answer. “In just a couple of days, I’m off to tour.”

“Oh… for how long?” I frowned at the idea of him leaving soon.

I’m going to feel empty without him. I’m going to have to do things to other men I’m
uncomfortable giving myself to. Nothing will be the same if he leaves. He’s brought me peace
and happiness. He’s my only reason to smile.

“For seven months and there’s one thing I want to ask you, come with me. We leave the day
after tomorrow. “I want you to quit prostituting and come be with me, permanently.”

As much as I wish I’d like to go with him, I can’t. I would get hospitalized if I even try doing
such a thing. I once tried escaping, I ended up literally in the hospital. I had a couple of fractured
bones and a bullet right on my arm.

“I’m sorry… I can’t.” I quickly have gotten up and put my clothes back on.

“Please? I’m going to need you a lot.” Johnny begged.

“I wish I could but believe me I can’t… Please forgive me.” I gave him a goodbye kiss before
heading outside to the white van that awaited me in front of the hotel and I was taken back to
where the rest of the Victims are.

When we arrived, I was dragged to my room and laid down on my bunk bed, quietly crying to
myself as I just turned down my chance to escape, my chance to freedom and to finally be with
Johnny.

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