A few weeks had passed and Shay, or Pecas, as Johnny had labeled her because of the freckles dotting her cheeks and shoulders, was on her first case at Graceland. An underaged prostitute ring run by Marc Arnolds, run out of Xposed, a strip club in downtown LA. She was working as a waitress in the club and had gotten on the good side of Aaron West, a manager, and one of Arnolds' main recruiters. She was working the night shift, 10 pm to 6 am. It was 5 now. The club was pretty much dead, just a couple of pervs getting their rocks off before going into the office. Exhausted from working for the last 7 hours on top of working on the case for hours before, Shay decided to call it quits for the night. "Mr. West?" She asked, knocking on the office door.
"Come in," West called from inside. Shay opened the door and stepped into the cramped space. "Shay. What do you need, sweetie?" He asked, skimming his eyes up and down her fair skin.
"I was just wondering if I could get off a little early. I have a to work my other job 7 to 10 this morning and then I have a test. I can stay if you really need, but there's only two people here and Tiff and Amy seem to have it under control and-" She rambled shyly, watching West's eyes light up at her innocence act.
"Sure, baby. You can go early. You said you're workin' another job?" He asked, standing and leaning against the door frame, his eyes down her shirt as he spoke.
"Yeah. At a diner on the other side of town. They don't pay great but they're close to my school. So I can work the 7 to 10 shift and then the 4 to 8 shift and then come here for the 10 to six shift." she explained.
"Ya know, baby, we could give you a gig with a friend of mine that pays twice as much as both of yours in a week in just a night," He said with a smirk
"Really?" Shay asked, keeping her cover. Innocence, rambling, nervousness.
"Yeah, baby. Why don't you start now?" He asked, unzipping his fly. Shay's eyes got wide.
"Oh, no. No, I don't think I could do that. I mean, I never…" She spoke, turning to exit.
"Hold on, sweetie," he said, grabbing her wrist. "I'm sure you'll be fine. You can do me first, that way my boss and the clients will like you, they like experience." He smiled at her, placing a hand on the small of her back and leaning in to kiss her. She pulled away, knowing she needed to get in a different way, she could not fuck this guy, she could not let him fuck her. She needed to get out.
"No, I really don't want to-" She was cut off with lips against hers. She struggled against the man who now had both of her wrists. He closed his office door and pushed her against it. Shay realized the only way to keep her cover was to go with this. Hesitantly, she kissed him back.
Shay walked into Graceland at 8 that morning. She had a dull look in her eyes and makeup smudged on her face. She smiled as she was greeted by Mike, Paige, and Johnny, who were in the kitchen, but they all knew something was up when the smile didn't appear in her green eyes. "I'm gonna take a shower," She mumbled, turning and going up the stairs to her room.
As soon as she closed her door, she started to shake. She peeled off her sweat-soaked top and skirt, her bra, and her blood stained panties. She looked in the mirror, examining her body for injuries. Bruising surrounded her breasts and trailed up her chest and neck and there were scratches up her back. She turned the water on and got in the shower, scrubbing herself down as she cried, desperate to rid her body of any trace of him.