The look on his face turns from frustration to bewilderment. “What the fuck, Jenna? I just spent the last twenty minutes with my head between your legs, and now you're telling me I don't get anything in return for all my hard work?”
I shrug, trying to act like it’s not a big deal. “You can have all the pussy you want, and if you ask nicely, I may even let you have my ass, but you’re not getting my mouth.”
“Tell me what happened,” he says in a near shout.
“What are you talking about?”
He places his hands on my cheeks and brings his face to mine. “Tell me what happened. I’m not stupid. It’s more than you just sucked your fill of cocks. Tell me why you don’t give head.”
I shake my head, preparing to deny him, but he cuts me off. “Nope, you’re gonna tell me. You’re gonna tell your man what happened.”
I start to tell him no again, but then I decide to give it to him. If he wants me, he’s gonna have to take all of the fucked up baggage that comes along with me. This is just the tip of the iceberg, but it’ll give him an idea of the shit that I have going on inside of my head. “One of the guys in Mateland used to force me to blow him all the time.”
Kidd lowers his hands to my shoulders and gives them a squeeze. “It’s more than that. Don’t get me wrong, that’s bad enough, but I know you. There’s more to the story than you being forced to suck his cock.”
I take a deep breath and lay it out for him. “He would shove his dick so far down my throat that I thought I was going die. He'd hold my head there until I’d start to pass out, and then he'd finally give me a little air. He'd do that for what felt like hours.”#p#分页标题#e#
“Fuck,” Kidd mutters.
I can feel my body shaking. Fear courses through me as the memories of being Timmons’ plaything play on loop in my brain. “I swear, I thought I was going to die with his dick shoved down my throat.”
“Shit, baby girl. I’m sorry,” he whispers as he pulls me closer to him.
His sympathy is the last thing I want. “You don’t have to be sorry. You just gotta keep your cock out of my mouth,” I say, letting my inner bitch shine through.
He chuckles, but somehow it comes out sounding sad. “I can do that.”
We’re both quiet for a few minutes before he breaks the silence. “What about when you worked for the club? The guys here didn’t make you do it, did they?”
I shake my head. “No, none of the brothers ever made me do anything. I never slept with anyone that I didn’t trust. Some of the brothers had me blow them a time or two, but you know the boys. They catch on to that kinda shit quickly. They knew that I hated doing it, so after the first couple of months I was working here, they quit asking for it. They’re different than most of the guys I’ve come across. They ain't into forcing anyone, even club whores, to do what they don’t want to do, so I haven’t done it for almost five years.”
A confused look crosses his face. “Five years?”
“Yeah.”
“But, you also said the guys quit asking for it a few months after you started working the club. You’ve been working for the club for almost six years. Those numbers don’t add up, babe,” he says, explaining his confusion.
I shrug. “Well, sometimes the club girls have to service guys that aren’t part of this charter. You know, when outsiders are here for parties or club business.”
“Yeah, others do, but you ran the girls. You got to choose who you were with,” he says, but it comes out sounding more like a question.
I shrug again. “One of boys from the Lords didn't think it was right that a whore got to pick and choose. He also didn’t like the idea of a whore that didn't give head. I tried to fight him off, but he was bigger than me, so he won.”
I do my best to make it sound like it didn’t bother me, but that’s not true. When he forced himself on me, it brought back all of my memories with Timmons and Rig. The worst part was that Chipper had begged me not to come to that party. He knew something would happen. God, how I wish I had listened to him.
Kidd’s eyes flash with anger. “What the fuck? Who?”
“I don't know his name, but it wouldn’t matter anyway. Reese took care of him. I figure he's pushing up daisies in some field between here and Kansas City, or he's rotting at the bottom of the Marais De Cygnes River by now.”