Abducted

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Chapter 7

(6 months later)

I walked into a party with Greta. I had tried to escape twice in the first two months. The first time Saul roughed me up so bad I could hardly walk. He told no one in exchange for weeks of more sex. Though he wasn't as rough as when he caught me. The second time I ran with Serena and we made it to the city limits and separated.

But I was back in less than a week. There was a news bulletin about a grenade being thrown through a window at my school. Tad's class was on that floor but the room where the grenade exploded was 'luckily' empty. I knew it wouldn't be next time, so I went back.

Mr. Cutter punished me himself and I had small scars on my arms and legs. But what he did was extremely painful. Careful not to ruin the merchandise – meaning my body – he actually cut out under layers of flesh before letting it heal before having me stitched up and cared for by medical professionals. He made it clear that wouldn't happen again and that Serena's burns would be a fashion statement compared to my next punishment. Serena was never found but I vowed not to make another escape attempt anytime soon.

I was in a mansion again. The high class architecture and 'rich' air made me feel at home. There were expensive paintings on the walls, top of the line furniture and people milling around were dressed in their finest.

"Ready to start a new life?" I asked Greta who I picked as my partner for a rare two-some, "it's your first double duty so remember what I told you and laugh lightly at anything they say that seems to be funny, not that you alone find funny," she said, "smile and step lightly, compliment them on their clothes first then looks," she continued, "unless he's flirting outright, then it's looks first, keeping up Greta?" I checked.

"Yes, it feels strange not being called Passion anymore," Greta confessed, "thank you for emphasizing that name equals 'cheap street walker' around here, Trix."

"You're welcome, remember I'm Vivian now," I reminded her, "let's sit over there, our clients should be here any minute," I said maintaining a brightness I actually felt, "smile Greta, you look scared."

"Sorry."

I sighed. I'd never forgive Greta if she ruined this for me. Mr. Cutter was very much against me partnering with Greta who wasn't at all used to the level of clients I dealt with. But I was able to convince The Dean. A fit fifty-five year old New York native who made it a point to say his wavy black hair weren't plug ins. His tanned skin got goose bumps though when I offered to convince him t let me use Greta. He passed for later but let me have her. I would've picked Callie but she got into fights with Johns, no way was she ready for my clients. Plus she had no manners. I wasn't having sex at Buckingham Palace. But it wasn't behind a Burger King either.

I was just glad that I now had a small room. Callie probably wanted to kick my ass for not picking her.

"I wish Delilah was here," Greta whispered.

"They're not far, forget about Miss Suicide," I whispered, "she wanted better for herself and you."

I watched our clients walk up. I could tell they were father and son. The father I already knew, he was in his mid-fifties with thinning white hair and the son was blonde with likewise dark eyes and seemed around sixteen. The father smiled at me but his son's face fell.

"Hi," I said refusing to see what Greta must've done, "I hope you gentlemen aren't lost."

"Mr. Sanchez never gets lost Vivian," Mr. Sanchez said with a laugh and sat beside me, "I like your hair better red, tell Dean for me," he whispered and I nodded, "I'll take them both if a starter scares you Abel," he added to his son.

The teen blinked at his father as he just stood staring at Greta. I could see this was getting on Greta's nerves. It was like he never saw a girl before.

"Don't be a stranger, she's yours," I said and he gawked at me, "follow your dad, act cool, she understands," I said and gave Greta a discreet kick.

"Oh yes I do," Greta squeaked, "I mean, I know what it's like, nerves used to get me too," she said gently pulling him towards her, "just relax, Passion's here, unless you want to call me Greta."

My eyes bulged and I could hear Mr. Sanchez's teeth gnash together. I was going to kill her!

"Greta's old, can I call you Alice?" Abel asked.

Greta's face went blank. Even I wasn't sure what to do with that.

"Come on Abel, at least try," Mr. Sanchez snapped.

"Alice? Sure and what do I call you?" Greta responded

At least she's being less obvious about her true feelings. The boy's a dud.

"Ian," Abel decided and Greta smiled despite a desperate look in her eyes.

"He's as sexual as his mother," Mr. Sanchez said in annoyance, "just pretend he's a better client," he mouthed to Greta who nodded, "so Vivian, you're not tired of calling me Black Stallion?"

I giggled. He was as black as any Mexican man with a white wife.

"Of course not, did you know my start off name was Beauty?" I asked, "I thought that was reserved for horses, dogs and beauty pageants," I said and we both laughed.

Then he kissed me on the neck. That was the signal of him being ready. I pushed my drink aside and gave him my full attention.

"I'm glad to see you've been working out," I commented, "dress laid back for the miss?" I asked since he was usually in his top of the line suits not a blue polo shirt and black pants with loafers.

"Had to throw her off," Mr. Sanchez said as he ran his hand along my backside, "especially with this Mama's boy at my side," he added.

"Dad," Abel whispered and it was obvious he was upset.

"Boy, go home if you can't take it," Mr. Sanchez snapped and downed my drink.

This kid is messing up my game.

"Abel dear, this is just a game between us," I told him, "your dad loves your mom just like you love your Christian girlfriend Amy, so be fair," I said knowing I was pushing it.

"Shut it slut," Abel hissed.

"Greta, take my son to our car," Mr. Sanchez said suddenly, "it's a red Ferrari out front and here are the keys," he said, "don't worry, I'll tell Dean we all had an awesome two-some together and I'll even through in an extra five hundred for your piggy bank girlie."

I knew he was teasing her. Telling her she was too low for them while asking a favour. But I couldn't defend her. Not without digging a grave for herself.

"Five hundred dollars?" Greta asked in disbelief as she took the key, "follow Alice," she said flirtatiously and pulled Abel away.

"Wha…wait," Abel said as he disappeared into the night.

"He's not coming back," Mr. Sanchez said with a sigh of relief, "where did your handler get that girl?"

I knew he was blaming Greta for Abel's shortfall. There was just one thing to do.

"You promised her a good review," I reminded him, "but yeah, she's crap," I said and we both burst out laughing.

I'm back.

I walked out the limo in a huff. The rising sun only emphasized my red face.

A puffy eyed Greta hurried after me. Like I'd forgive the jackass who almost ruined a perfect night for me. And put me to shame.

"I'll do better I swear."

"Not with me, I'll find a girl you can work under," I said, "but I'm too high up to help you and I nearly lost Sanchez," I snapped, "I plan to add him to my list when I become a call girl, maybe even some of his friends too."

"But you used to hate this life!" Greta screamed, "at least I really want it!"

I boxed her across the face.

"I have to be here," I told her, "the last time I ran they threw a grenade inside my school," I revealed, "at least Serena's safe in Mexico by now," I muttered.

"No, she's not," Greta said, "Callie turned her in," she blurted out then covered her mouth in horror.

I grabbed Greta by her shoulders.

"What?" I demanded.

End Chapter 7