Chapter 6
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with friends.
Hey guys, sorry this took so long, but with the troubles with ff.net I haven't been able to update. Anyway, here's a new chapter. Enjoy :o)
Exintaris: I agree with what you said and definitely no offence was taken, I like constructive criticism. Phoebe should be fighting more, hell I know I would if that was happening to me, but I see her as kinda susceptible. She's terrified of what this guy is capable of, and doesn't want to end up hurt, no matter what it means she has to do. The Phoebe we see on friends now is very feisty, but I think there must have been something major happen in her life that made her so aggressive? As the fic goes on I will definitely have her standing up for herself more, and fighting back. I just need her to be defenceless for a little while to make the fic work. Hope this kinda ties things up for you? :o)
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As she lay there motionless, her body still beneath his she realised the feeling in her heart was not that of sorrow, but pity. Not for Tony, but for herself.
In Phoebe's eyes virginity was something precious that you gave to a man you loved and who loved you back, a man who respected you. But hers had just been brutally ripped from her in a way she never dreamed was possible.
There was no love, no feelings, no tender kissing or cuddling, no excitement or electricity. Just meaningless sex that she had no intention of partaking in, but once faced with it, realised she had no other option.
But she could hardly call it rape, could she? After all she hadn't once screamed out no, or tried to stop it. She never tried to fight him off, but she did cry, sobs Tony was too busy to notice or care about. She cried tears of anguish, tears of pain, both physical and emotional and tears for everything she had lost and was about to lose.
With every thrust of his hips she lost one bit of dignity after another, until it was all gone. His body collapsed, exhausted onto of her, his full weight crushing her slight frame. She remained under him, in the motionless position she had spent the last 10 minutes in, listening to him breathing heavily, with a look on her face like a rabbit caught in the headlights.
Her future was again flashing in front of her. This was what it was going to be like for her from now on. Sex starved men falling on top of her, spent, sweaty, sickening, having had their few moments of satisfaction. She would be tossed aside, paid her dues and ushered onto her next perverted client like some unemotional machine.
As Tony regained his composure and rolled off of her onto his side of the bed she felt the last bit of hope in her heart diminish and disappear into her past. It was no longer filled with love, kindness and trust; it was now just an empty shell, quickly filling with stone.
The once naïve, starry eyed Phoebe that had entered that house was no longer. Her virginity was gone, as was her heart, and now so was her optimism. The Phoebe that lay in the bed was not the adolescent girl she once was, full of dreams and ambitions. She was retreating into herself, terrified of everything and everyone. If this man could do this to her what else could people do if she let them close?
There would be no more believing everything she heard, no longer gullible, compassionate or affectionate. A wall of protection grew around her with every pessimistic thought she was having, and it would remain with her until someone tough enough had the courage and the force to break it down. But was it possible? Only time would tell.
"Cigarette?" Tony shoved the packet under Phoebe's nose, urging her to take one, but she shook her head.
"I wasn't asking, I was telling. Take one!"
"I don't smoke," She whispered, making her response barely audible to Tony's ears.
"Well, from now on you do. Now take one from the packet, put it in between your lips and inhale!" Tony's mood was changing rapidly back to the one Phoebe feared, so she snapped her hand out and pulled out the one cigarette the protruded from the pack, her hand shaking so much she had to seize onto it with all her might for fear it would drop and anger him.
She positioned it cautiously into her mouth and waited on Tony flicking the lighter to ignite it. The nicotine and tar filled smoke curdled in her lungs as she inhaled, causing her to cough erratically, choking on the carbon monoxide fumes that swirled around her like a cloud.
"That's a good girl. See you already look as if you are enjoying it! Another couple and you will forget what you did with your hands before cigarettes." His horrible fake laugh filled the room, echoing around its 4 corners.
Phoebe felt her blood pressure rising as she hallucinated the images of jumping on top of his body, lashing out, pounding and hitting him as hard as she could, kicking and screaming until he was bloody and dead beneath her, but as she snapped out of it he was still very much alive next to her, stubbing his white cancer stick out in the ashtray.
"Ok, so lets get you kitted out and then we can discuss your "terms and conditions," He uncovered his naked form from under the bed sheet and slid on the clothes he had been wearing previous to his encounter with his new "girl".
"Terms and Conditions?" Phoebe muttered timidly, averting her eyes to avoid Tony's bare skin.
"Yeah, every girl needs to know the rules. I can't send you out to work if you don't know the regulations now can I? Can't have my little law enforcer not knowing the law! But don't worry, there won't be much for your little brain to take in and memorise, its all pretty much common sense stuff."
He pulled his drawstring tracksuit bottoms up over his waist and straightened out his t-shirt meticulously. When he was content with his tidiness he lifted the clothes belonging to Phoebe that were strewn at the bottom of the bed and dumped into the waste bin beside him.
"Won't be needing these anymore," He watched Phoebe's shocked expression at his expulsion of her belongings in bemusement, while he walked to the wardrobe to choose her "work" clothes.
"Ah, I think you would suit this, you have the body for it!" He held up a short black skirt with a huge split up to the waistband and a red backless and strapless top that tied with two strings at the back.
Tears stung at her eyes as she was made to get out of bed and try them on, Tony's lecherous eyes surveying her body as she slid them over her bare flesh.
One look in the mirror opposite her confirmed what she had been thinking, she looked the part as a hooker.
Her blonde hair flowed down neatly over her exposed shoulders, as she watched herself in the outfit that she was ready at any moment to burst free from it was so tight.
"Ok, now that's done it times to get you educated." Tony grabbed a hold of her hand and pulled her towards the door.
"Where are we going?" Phoebe asked, surprised as he opened the front door to the basement apartment.
"First lesson: Find out where your "patch" is."
"My patch?" Phoebe asked confused.
"I thought you had clients that came to the house? I didn't think I would have to stand on the streets?" She could feel the fear building as she waited to learn her fate.
"Those are regulars that the girls have brought in. You need to get out there and drum up business. I can't just supply you with people. God, if I could do that I wouldn't need you."
Phoebe tried to speak but he ignored her and kept talking.
"Lesson two: Payments and prices. You're a beginner, and trust me, people will know, so I can't expect you to charge full prices, but hopefully as time goes on, and you gain experience we can rectify that. Some men just want a little bit of company, you know, a few hugs, kisses and a bit of chatter, although they are rare, I must say, but they are out there, so you need to know. Anyway, we usually charge them $25 for that pleasure. That entitles them to an hour of your company. Now, for extras, that's $25 no matter what they ask for, no holds barred. Full sex is $40 per hour, $150 for the whole night. I think that about covers it, have you got that all down?"
He started talking again without waiting on her answer.
"Next we have to discuss what happens if the cops get a hold of you. You know nothing. You don't know me and you don't know where I live. You're doing this for yourself, no one else. Got it? Now, last but not least." He stopped walking and bent down to whisper in her ear.
"I will be watching your every move 24 hours a day. Wherever you go, I will be 10 paces behind you at all times. So no funny business. No trying to run and hide, because I will find you, and I will in no uncertain terms kill you if you do." He straightened himself up and carried on moving, with a terrified looking Phoebe behind him.
"Ok, so this is where you will be working from now on."
Phoebe looked around her at the dark dingy alleyway that connected one street to another. It was a lot larger than the alley she called home, more than double its size. At one end was the back door to what looked and smelt like a fast food joint, and on the other was the backdoor to a bar of some sort. Beer kegs and day old vegetables surrounded her feet, along with crates and boxes filled with garbage.
"This is always a popular spot when it comes to picking up regulars. There's lots of bars and restaurants in the area, and there is a nightclub across the road. Lot's of drunk guys for you to seduce." He cackled.
"Now before I go and let you get on with it here are some cards I had printed up for you. When the guy gives you the money give him one, that way when he wants seconds he can call and get an appointment." He handed her a few white bits of card with writing on and kissed her passionately.
"Good luck!" He sneered when he removed his wet lips from hers, and walked off in the direction he had come from.
Phoebe stood in silence for a moment and watched the smoke billow from the chimney above the eatery in front of her.
She could hear cheers and screams come from behind her, and the occasional breaking of glass.
She hoisted herself up onto one of the ice covered beer kegs and waited patiently on her first client of the night.
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The sun had set just a little over 3 hours ago, and a very tired and sore Phoebe remained seated on a barrel, watching people leave the nightclub opposite, drunkenly stumbling and staggering along the sidewalk, holding on to anything within reach for support.
She still hadn't had anyone approach her, and terror was beginning to build in her. She had no idea what would happen if she went home with no money. Would he believe she had no clients? Or would he want to know why? Would he think she hadn't tried hard enough? Either way it wasn't looking good for her. A beating was imminent, of that she was sure. And there was no way she could run, he would know and he would kill her. She would just have to go home and face the music.
She rested her feet on the icy ground below her and stood up, yanking her already short skirt down as she did so. As she sorted herself she heard voices approach from behind her, male voices. Her stomach flipped as she listened to their footsteps rapidly getting closer.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here. If it isn't Santa's little helper. Shouldn't you be out delivering presents? Or is that what your doing just now? Any chance of a freebie?" Jason burst into fits of laughter and his 4 friends quickly joined in.
"So do you have a name?" James butted in; clearly intoxicated as he was usually the shy one of the group.
"It's Phoebe," she mumbled shyly, avoiding eye contact with the 5 guys who looked to be around the same age as she was, maybe a year or two older.
"Oh, pretty name! Pity about the outfit!" They all doubled over in laughter again.
"What do you guys charge these days? A dollar? 20 cents?" The loud roaring of guffawing stung at her heart.
"It depends on what you want," She whispered unconfidently.
"We don't want anything sweetheart," Jason circled her intimidating.
"But I know someone who will!" He rejoined his friends and pulled them into a huddle
"A certain college roommate of mine has a birthday coming up, and this would be the perfect gift! You know who im talking about right?"
"Yeah, virgin boy!" Mike answered knowingly, trying not to laugh.
"Exactly! So what do you think? Bring him down tomorrow for a night he will never forget?"
There were roars of "yeah!" "Cool!" "Definitely!"
"That's just what we will do then! Ok now that's sorted whose up for a dorm party? Grab some beer, some girls and get back to mine."
"You bet! Lets go now though, cuz Monica and Rachel go to bed early if there's no parties happening. I don't want Rachel to miss out on a hot night with her boyfriend now, do I?" Mike cackled as his friends rolled their eyes.
The 5 guys kept walking, ignoring a very still standing Phoebe as they brushed past her.
She watched them stagger off, laughing and playfully punching each other. When they were out of sight she let out a sigh of relief. She knew they were just kidding around with her, but she had felt so scared, they could have been capable of anything after all. No one was worth trusting these days.
She waited a moment and followed their path, retracing her steps back to Tony's. Maybe he wouldn't beat her now? Now that she could say she had a client for tomorrow night? He might even be a regular?
Her mind went into overdrive as she imagined what college was like. To be invited to parties every night, so drink and get drunk and have fun with friends. She had never experienced any of that, and she so badly wanted to, to have a life.
She wondered who Monica and Rachel were, and if they were nice? They sounded like they were really good friends. She wished she had a best friend, someone to confide in, to hug her when she needed consoling. But she had no one, apart from Tony, and he was hardly what you would call a friend.
Her thoughts faded as the familiar red door to Tony's apartment came into sight. She knocked on the door and waited patiently on him to answer.
"Ah, your back! So? How much did you make me?" Tony held the door open, but kept her outside until he heard what she had to say.
Phoebe looked down at her feet.
"Nothing, no one approached me. But I have a client for tomorrow night!" She said quietly but excitedly. She looked up from her feet to see his reaction, but all she could see was a fist flying towards her. Then everything went black.
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with friends.
Hey guys, sorry this took so long, but with the troubles with ff.net I haven't been able to update. Anyway, here's a new chapter. Enjoy :o)
Exintaris: I agree with what you said and definitely no offence was taken, I like constructive criticism. Phoebe should be fighting more, hell I know I would if that was happening to me, but I see her as kinda susceptible. She's terrified of what this guy is capable of, and doesn't want to end up hurt, no matter what it means she has to do. The Phoebe we see on friends now is very feisty, but I think there must have been something major happen in her life that made her so aggressive? As the fic goes on I will definitely have her standing up for herself more, and fighting back. I just need her to be defenceless for a little while to make the fic work. Hope this kinda ties things up for you? :o)
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As she lay there motionless, her body still beneath his she realised the feeling in her heart was not that of sorrow, but pity. Not for Tony, but for herself.
In Phoebe's eyes virginity was something precious that you gave to a man you loved and who loved you back, a man who respected you. But hers had just been brutally ripped from her in a way she never dreamed was possible.
There was no love, no feelings, no tender kissing or cuddling, no excitement or electricity. Just meaningless sex that she had no intention of partaking in, but once faced with it, realised she had no other option.
But she could hardly call it rape, could she? After all she hadn't once screamed out no, or tried to stop it. She never tried to fight him off, but she did cry, sobs Tony was too busy to notice or care about. She cried tears of anguish, tears of pain, both physical and emotional and tears for everything she had lost and was about to lose.
With every thrust of his hips she lost one bit of dignity after another, until it was all gone. His body collapsed, exhausted onto of her, his full weight crushing her slight frame. She remained under him, in the motionless position she had spent the last 10 minutes in, listening to him breathing heavily, with a look on her face like a rabbit caught in the headlights.
Her future was again flashing in front of her. This was what it was going to be like for her from now on. Sex starved men falling on top of her, spent, sweaty, sickening, having had their few moments of satisfaction. She would be tossed aside, paid her dues and ushered onto her next perverted client like some unemotional machine.
As Tony regained his composure and rolled off of her onto his side of the bed she felt the last bit of hope in her heart diminish and disappear into her past. It was no longer filled with love, kindness and trust; it was now just an empty shell, quickly filling with stone.
The once naïve, starry eyed Phoebe that had entered that house was no longer. Her virginity was gone, as was her heart, and now so was her optimism. The Phoebe that lay in the bed was not the adolescent girl she once was, full of dreams and ambitions. She was retreating into herself, terrified of everything and everyone. If this man could do this to her what else could people do if she let them close?
There would be no more believing everything she heard, no longer gullible, compassionate or affectionate. A wall of protection grew around her with every pessimistic thought she was having, and it would remain with her until someone tough enough had the courage and the force to break it down. But was it possible? Only time would tell.
"Cigarette?" Tony shoved the packet under Phoebe's nose, urging her to take one, but she shook her head.
"I wasn't asking, I was telling. Take one!"
"I don't smoke," She whispered, making her response barely audible to Tony's ears.
"Well, from now on you do. Now take one from the packet, put it in between your lips and inhale!" Tony's mood was changing rapidly back to the one Phoebe feared, so she snapped her hand out and pulled out the one cigarette the protruded from the pack, her hand shaking so much she had to seize onto it with all her might for fear it would drop and anger him.
She positioned it cautiously into her mouth and waited on Tony flicking the lighter to ignite it. The nicotine and tar filled smoke curdled in her lungs as she inhaled, causing her to cough erratically, choking on the carbon monoxide fumes that swirled around her like a cloud.
"That's a good girl. See you already look as if you are enjoying it! Another couple and you will forget what you did with your hands before cigarettes." His horrible fake laugh filled the room, echoing around its 4 corners.
Phoebe felt her blood pressure rising as she hallucinated the images of jumping on top of his body, lashing out, pounding and hitting him as hard as she could, kicking and screaming until he was bloody and dead beneath her, but as she snapped out of it he was still very much alive next to her, stubbing his white cancer stick out in the ashtray.
"Ok, so lets get you kitted out and then we can discuss your "terms and conditions," He uncovered his naked form from under the bed sheet and slid on the clothes he had been wearing previous to his encounter with his new "girl".
"Terms and Conditions?" Phoebe muttered timidly, averting her eyes to avoid Tony's bare skin.
"Yeah, every girl needs to know the rules. I can't send you out to work if you don't know the regulations now can I? Can't have my little law enforcer not knowing the law! But don't worry, there won't be much for your little brain to take in and memorise, its all pretty much common sense stuff."
He pulled his drawstring tracksuit bottoms up over his waist and straightened out his t-shirt meticulously. When he was content with his tidiness he lifted the clothes belonging to Phoebe that were strewn at the bottom of the bed and dumped into the waste bin beside him.
"Won't be needing these anymore," He watched Phoebe's shocked expression at his expulsion of her belongings in bemusement, while he walked to the wardrobe to choose her "work" clothes.
"Ah, I think you would suit this, you have the body for it!" He held up a short black skirt with a huge split up to the waistband and a red backless and strapless top that tied with two strings at the back.
Tears stung at her eyes as she was made to get out of bed and try them on, Tony's lecherous eyes surveying her body as she slid them over her bare flesh.
One look in the mirror opposite her confirmed what she had been thinking, she looked the part as a hooker.
Her blonde hair flowed down neatly over her exposed shoulders, as she watched herself in the outfit that she was ready at any moment to burst free from it was so tight.
"Ok, now that's done it times to get you educated." Tony grabbed a hold of her hand and pulled her towards the door.
"Where are we going?" Phoebe asked, surprised as he opened the front door to the basement apartment.
"First lesson: Find out where your "patch" is."
"My patch?" Phoebe asked confused.
"I thought you had clients that came to the house? I didn't think I would have to stand on the streets?" She could feel the fear building as she waited to learn her fate.
"Those are regulars that the girls have brought in. You need to get out there and drum up business. I can't just supply you with people. God, if I could do that I wouldn't need you."
Phoebe tried to speak but he ignored her and kept talking.
"Lesson two: Payments and prices. You're a beginner, and trust me, people will know, so I can't expect you to charge full prices, but hopefully as time goes on, and you gain experience we can rectify that. Some men just want a little bit of company, you know, a few hugs, kisses and a bit of chatter, although they are rare, I must say, but they are out there, so you need to know. Anyway, we usually charge them $25 for that pleasure. That entitles them to an hour of your company. Now, for extras, that's $25 no matter what they ask for, no holds barred. Full sex is $40 per hour, $150 for the whole night. I think that about covers it, have you got that all down?"
He started talking again without waiting on her answer.
"Next we have to discuss what happens if the cops get a hold of you. You know nothing. You don't know me and you don't know where I live. You're doing this for yourself, no one else. Got it? Now, last but not least." He stopped walking and bent down to whisper in her ear.
"I will be watching your every move 24 hours a day. Wherever you go, I will be 10 paces behind you at all times. So no funny business. No trying to run and hide, because I will find you, and I will in no uncertain terms kill you if you do." He straightened himself up and carried on moving, with a terrified looking Phoebe behind him.
"Ok, so this is where you will be working from now on."
Phoebe looked around her at the dark dingy alleyway that connected one street to another. It was a lot larger than the alley she called home, more than double its size. At one end was the back door to what looked and smelt like a fast food joint, and on the other was the backdoor to a bar of some sort. Beer kegs and day old vegetables surrounded her feet, along with crates and boxes filled with garbage.
"This is always a popular spot when it comes to picking up regulars. There's lots of bars and restaurants in the area, and there is a nightclub across the road. Lot's of drunk guys for you to seduce." He cackled.
"Now before I go and let you get on with it here are some cards I had printed up for you. When the guy gives you the money give him one, that way when he wants seconds he can call and get an appointment." He handed her a few white bits of card with writing on and kissed her passionately.
"Good luck!" He sneered when he removed his wet lips from hers, and walked off in the direction he had come from.
Phoebe stood in silence for a moment and watched the smoke billow from the chimney above the eatery in front of her.
She could hear cheers and screams come from behind her, and the occasional breaking of glass.
She hoisted herself up onto one of the ice covered beer kegs and waited patiently on her first client of the night.
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The sun had set just a little over 3 hours ago, and a very tired and sore Phoebe remained seated on a barrel, watching people leave the nightclub opposite, drunkenly stumbling and staggering along the sidewalk, holding on to anything within reach for support.
She still hadn't had anyone approach her, and terror was beginning to build in her. She had no idea what would happen if she went home with no money. Would he believe she had no clients? Or would he want to know why? Would he think she hadn't tried hard enough? Either way it wasn't looking good for her. A beating was imminent, of that she was sure. And there was no way she could run, he would know and he would kill her. She would just have to go home and face the music.
She rested her feet on the icy ground below her and stood up, yanking her already short skirt down as she did so. As she sorted herself she heard voices approach from behind her, male voices. Her stomach flipped as she listened to their footsteps rapidly getting closer.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here. If it isn't Santa's little helper. Shouldn't you be out delivering presents? Or is that what your doing just now? Any chance of a freebie?" Jason burst into fits of laughter and his 4 friends quickly joined in.
"So do you have a name?" James butted in; clearly intoxicated as he was usually the shy one of the group.
"It's Phoebe," she mumbled shyly, avoiding eye contact with the 5 guys who looked to be around the same age as she was, maybe a year or two older.
"Oh, pretty name! Pity about the outfit!" They all doubled over in laughter again.
"What do you guys charge these days? A dollar? 20 cents?" The loud roaring of guffawing stung at her heart.
"It depends on what you want," She whispered unconfidently.
"We don't want anything sweetheart," Jason circled her intimidating.
"But I know someone who will!" He rejoined his friends and pulled them into a huddle
"A certain college roommate of mine has a birthday coming up, and this would be the perfect gift! You know who im talking about right?"
"Yeah, virgin boy!" Mike answered knowingly, trying not to laugh.
"Exactly! So what do you think? Bring him down tomorrow for a night he will never forget?"
There were roars of "yeah!" "Cool!" "Definitely!"
"That's just what we will do then! Ok now that's sorted whose up for a dorm party? Grab some beer, some girls and get back to mine."
"You bet! Lets go now though, cuz Monica and Rachel go to bed early if there's no parties happening. I don't want Rachel to miss out on a hot night with her boyfriend now, do I?" Mike cackled as his friends rolled their eyes.
The 5 guys kept walking, ignoring a very still standing Phoebe as they brushed past her.
She watched them stagger off, laughing and playfully punching each other. When they were out of sight she let out a sigh of relief. She knew they were just kidding around with her, but she had felt so scared, they could have been capable of anything after all. No one was worth trusting these days.
She waited a moment and followed their path, retracing her steps back to Tony's. Maybe he wouldn't beat her now? Now that she could say she had a client for tomorrow night? He might even be a regular?
Her mind went into overdrive as she imagined what college was like. To be invited to parties every night, so drink and get drunk and have fun with friends. She had never experienced any of that, and she so badly wanted to, to have a life.
She wondered who Monica and Rachel were, and if they were nice? They sounded like they were really good friends. She wished she had a best friend, someone to confide in, to hug her when she needed consoling. But she had no one, apart from Tony, and he was hardly what you would call a friend.
Her thoughts faded as the familiar red door to Tony's apartment came into sight. She knocked on the door and waited patiently on him to answer.
"Ah, your back! So? How much did you make me?" Tony held the door open, but kept her outside until he heard what she had to say.
Phoebe looked down at her feet.
"Nothing, no one approached me. But I have a client for tomorrow night!" She said quietly but excitedly. She looked up from her feet to see his reaction, but all she could see was a fist flying towards her. Then everything went black.
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