It started out as a misunderstanding. A misunderstanding that soon escalated to unimaginable proportions for six young chipmunks. One in particular.
It started when the middle man working for a drug cartel in southern California tried to ditch his hot money on the doorstep of the Seville family. Alvin found the money, and claimed finder's keepers, but when his secret was revealed, he suckered Jeanette Miller into hiding the money for him. His reasoning that since Jeanette is easily manipulated, and absent minded, that she would be stupid enough to comply. She reluctantly agreed to hide the money. When the original drug dealers attempted to retrieve their money, the chipmunks and the chipettes got caught in the middle of the mayhem. Unfortunately, since Jeanette had been 'entrusted' with the money, the drug dealers took it upon themselves to see that she repaid them one way, or another. Fearing for her life, Jeanette begged to work off her 'debt' to the drug dealers, hoping that they would put her to work somehow, either in the cartel, or doing other odd jobs, to pay off the fine. The drug dealers had other ideas. They'd get their money back, simply by selling her to an acquaintance, who runs a whorehouse in a disclosed location. For three years, the young chipette had been brainwashed, and transformed from Jeanette to Tina, until she unwittingly let herself be saved by her own big sister, and with the aid of a psychiatrist, she was able to return to the frame of mind she once thought was lost forever, with the simple snap of a finger. While her life was certainly rocky from that moment on, there was more to the story of those three years that meets the eyes.
This is the untold story of Jeanette "Tina" Miller.
Jeanette had wished her life would just end. Take me now. She kept praying in her mind. Please, lord, just take me now. If she thought be violated by a pair of drug dealers was bad enough, she couldn't even imagine what she was in for, after they had sold her to an acquaintance of their's. Mr. Thompson drove through the desert that fateful night, keeping the radio in his car blarring so loud, Jeanette was sure her delicate hearing would be damaged goods. Jeanette kept peering out of the corner of her eyes, making mental note of Mr. Thompson's appearance. If she could get out of this alive, she could give his description, and those of the drug dealers, to the police, and hopefully, if people recognize them by their composite sketches, they could be identified, and convicted. If only she could make a break for it. After some time had passed, Jeanette noticed that the scenary outside was become more digenous with foliage. She could make a break for it here, she thought. Even though Mr. Thompson probably knew these woods like the hair on his head, there was still a chance that Jeanette could lose him in the foliage, and slip away. It was a chance she was willing to take. She slowly reached for the handle on her door, but when she pulled the handle to open it, it broke off in her hand.
"I'm toast..." Jeanette mumbled, as she stared hopelessly at the handle in her hand, as she was now trapped inside the car.
After a long while, Jeanette saw a large house in the distance. The house appeared to be surrounded by a large, rickety, wooden fence. Mr. Thompson pulled the car into the carport, and promptly shut off the engine.
"I gotta gun in my jacket," he told Jeanette, "if you try anything stupid, I'ma shoot that pretty lil' head of your's clear off that pretty lil' neck of your's. Got it?!"
Jeanette timidly nodded.
After Mr. Thompson shut his car off, he hopped out, and raced around to yank Jeanette out of her seat.
Now's my chance, Jeanette thought, I can make a break for it... go! Go! But Jeanette was too afraid to make a voluntary move, which is why she was forced into the large house. Down the long hallway they trudged, and Jeanette stiffled a whimper, behind closed doors, she could hear all sorts of moaning, groaning, and sounds of excitement coming from men, while at the same time, she heard a few cries and yelps coming from girls. Mr. Thompson brought Jeanette into a large room, that was furnished like a home office, his boss was sitting at his desk, going over the numbers for the month, when his associate presented him with Jeanette.
"Here's the new recruit we got from our friends." Mr. Thompson said, as he shoved Jeanette closer to the desk.
The Boss, who went exactly by that name, and that name only, broke from his work, to look over the trembling, young chipette standing before him. "This is the best they could do?"
"Yeah, I know," Mr. Thompson added, "I was disappointed in them too."
The Boss continued looking over Jeanette, "she won't last a minute in this organization."
Somehow, Jeanette calmed down, hoping that meant they were so disappointed in her, that they would set her free. Jeanette suddenly was able to see just a glimmer of home.
"But," the Boss continued, "I suppose we can whip her into shape after awhile."
Jeanette's heart immediately sank into her stomach.
"So, you want her to go to D block?" Mr. Thompson asked.
"That's just about the only place she'll be of any use." The Boss said.
"Alright, come on..." Mr. Thompson ordered, as he grabbed Jeanette's arm, and yanked her out of the room.
As it turns out, D block was for discount prostitutes. The were girls, who were generally like Jeanette in the given situation - either newly recruited, and/or considerably unappealing compared to the more valueable girls in the operation. Unlike the rest of the operation, D block was first come, first serve, there were no choices made in D block, customers had to put up with whoever was currently available. Jeanette learned this quickly, when she was brought to D block's director, Lori. Lori was about the most valueable girl in the entire operation, and when she had proven herself worthy, she was promoting from prostitution, to be on staff at the operation.
"What in the world is this?" Lori asked, when she saw Jeanette.
"New girl." Mr. Thompson said.
Lori snickered. "Where'd you find her? Or did she escape from the science lab?"
"Associates of our's sold her to us," Mr. Thompson barked, "she was the best they could do."
"Your kidding." Lori said.
"Nope." Mr. Thompson said, releasing Jeanette from his grip.
"Name?" Lori asked.
Jeanette hesistated, until Mr. Thompson smack the back of her head.
"What's your name, kid?" Lori asked.
"J-J-Jeanette..." she responded.
Lori then pulled out a sticker with a large 32 on it, and stuck it to the front of Jeanette's sweater. "Here. Sit down, and shut up."
Mr. Thompson left the room, while Jeanette was pointed to an empty cot at the other end of D block. Lori then went back to her clipboard, looking over what rooms down the hallway were currently available for the customers who had arrived, and were waiting.
"23! 24! 25! 26!" Lori yelled, as the girls with those numbers on their chests reluctantly approached their customers, who were given the corresponding numbers, while Lori handed the customers the keys to the rooms they would be using.
Jeanette was frightened even moreso now, even though she realized what she was getting into, the thought of the idea had finally started to sink in, as she slipped off of her cot, and hid underneath it. She must have lost track of time, because Jeanette suddenly felt herself tense up, she heard the next call.
"Number 32! Where are you?!" Lori yelled.
Jeanette couldn't breath. She couldn't even move. Lori marched over to the cot where 32 had been assigned to, but when she saw it was empty, she sighed, as she got down on her hands and knees, and saw the frightened 32, cowering under the bunk.
"You realize how many numbers have tried to pull this same stunt, and it didn't work?" Lori asked Jeanette. Jeanette was forced from underneath the cot, as Lori quickly gave Jeanette a purple nurple. "That's for insobordonation! Keep it up, and you'll see what happens!"
Jeanette was lead to her waiting customer, who frowned at the sight of the nerdy girl he was presented with. Nonetheless, he was given his key, and took Jeanette down the hallway of the wing of D block, where they went inside their room, and the door was locked behind them. Hours later, after having been subjected to three different men, one after another, Jeanette curled up on her cot, in the fetal position. Desperately wanting to bathe, and wash away the filth that had overcome her. Lori cruised down the aisle of D block, but when she glanced at Jeanette on her cot, all she could do was sigh, and shake her head. Number 32 won't survive in a career like this.
