WARNING: This chapter includes content that describes sexual abuse. If you're not comfortable with this kind of stuff, this is just a warning for anyone reading this. Plus, this is the first time I've written something like this in a story, and I feel a bit nervous about it.

After grabbing his things, Striker went back to the front desk, just as the motel owner came out the back room along with another female imp. The owner's clothes and hair were a mess, and the female imp was straightening her hair while tucking some money in her shirt between her breasts while giving the owner a seductive wink.

"Thanks for the fun time, sweet ass." the owner said, straightening his shirt and tucking the bottom into his pants and slapping the female imp's rear end with the tip of his tail.

"It was my pleasure, baby." the female imp said to him, blowing him a kiss as she walked out of the door. Striker went over to the front desk as the owner went back into his chair behind it. After telling him that he was moving his room to a different inn, in this case the saloon lodging, he paid his motel fee to the owner and told him about the tenant's jacket. The owner told him that he was going to let the owner of the jacket know that someone found his jacket, and that they'd be glad to have it back.

After that, Striker mounted on top of Bombproof, his stuff in his saddlebags, and they rode back to the Watering Hole. Poor Striker was still a little shaken up from what happened back at the motel, and he still couldn't help but think about that imp who tried to seduce him. She didn't seem like any other prostitute he saw during his time in the Lust Ring or other parts of Wrath, acting all seductive just to get what they want and just letting people do what they want with them. She seemed more like wanting to make sure the job was done and make sure the customer was satisfied, and the way she acted with her previous clients who wanted more from her and the way she acted all nervous and embarrassed mistaking him for one of them.

He didn't know what he was thinking when he covered her with that blanket. He could have just left her standing there revealing her shame, but the way he saw her, he knew she was probably just another imp trying to get by in Hell. Being the lowest ranked of the demon hierarchy, it was hard for imps to get by and be seen as more than just servants for royalty and nobles, farmers growing fruits and vegetables and raising livestock to provide food for all of Hell, workers taking jobs as janitors, waiters, and other kinds of employees in stores and restaurants.

His thoughts were cut off when Bombproof stopped and neighed to get his attention. Striker snapped back into reality and saw that they had already reached the Watering Hole. He got off of Bombproof and brought him to the stables in the back to put him in a stall. Usually Bombproof never liked being in a stall after being used to sleeping outdoors with his master, but it was still nice for him to relax in a nice comfortable stall with plenty of hay and oats to eat, along with fresh water.

Striker gave his horse a pat on the neck before taking his stuff off of him, using his tail to carry one of his bags while carrying another over his shoulders. He went back into the saloon, where Buford helped in bring his stuff up to a room that Bertha had set up for him and Maybelle helped her. Buford went back to the bar after setting Striker's stuff down onto the floor near the bed.

While helping him get settled into is room, Maybelle pointed at him, "Hey, haven't you noticed that your fly is down?"

Striker wondered what she was talking about, but then a look of embarrassment and shock appeared on his face when he saw the zipper of his pants were still down since his encounter with the imp at the motel, and he quickly zipped his pants back up. In all his embarrassment with the imp, he forgot to zip his pants back up when he left the motel. He hoped that nobody else had noticed it.

Maybelle saw the look on his face, and judging by his expression, she realized what might have happened to him. She gasped, "Wait a minute! Did you run into her?"

Striker looked at her after taking off his hat and jacket, showing his black turtleneck and grey vest, and placing them on a wall rack near his bed. "Who?"

"You know who. The W-H-O-R-E I told you about."

Bertha would have scolded her for saying that word, even spelling it out, but she had already gone back downstairs to the kitchen to prepare tonight's dinner special at the saloon, hell hog roast with a vegetable medley and cornbread.

Striker wanted to try and forget that embarrassing moment he had to go through, but of course Maybelle had to bring it up. If only he remembered to zip his pants up. But he answered her anyway, "Yeah, but it wasn't anything."

Maybelle could tell he was lying, knowing something happened. "Don't lie. Did she make you fuck her? Did she suck your dick or something?"

"NO!" Striker snapped at her, blushing a deep red. "I mean, she tried to, but she thought I was a client she was waiting on. Turns out she ain't a whore, she's just a prostitute. And judging by her accent, she ain't from here, and there was another girl who was fuckin' the motel owner."

"So you mean there are others like her around here?"

Striker nodded. "When there's more than one prostitute around, that means they're with a pimp. I've seen tons of them in Lust and Pride whenever I was hired, especially some with Valentino himself."

Maybelle began to fear that one of the most infamous Overlords of Hell could be here in Wrath, but she remembered that it was impossible since Valentino was a Sinner demon, and Sinners were confined to live in the Pride Ring and were never allowed to travel to the other Rings. She asked him, "Since it might not be Valentino, do you know who it could be?"

Striker shrugged. "No idea. I've met quite a few pimps who were associated with Asmodeus, and while some of them are shark demons, there have been plenty of imps who have managed to become professional pimps, but not half as popular."

"Well, either way, if they wanted to do business here, can't they just build a brothel or something like that, instead of let their sluts be fucked in random places?"

Striker thought about what Maybelle said for a moment. A brothel wouldn't be such a bad idea for someone to unwind with a random woman every now and then in Wrath to ease the stress of all the hard work they put into their harvests, but on the other hand, it would be a bit too much for women to be used mainly for sex instead of doing usual work like harvesting crops or tending to animals needed for food from their meat. It would be bad for Wrath's reputation of being rough and tough bastards and bitches of Hell.

"Let's just drop this. I don't want to hear anymore of this." Striker finally said, shaking his head to get the thought off his mind.

"Alright," Maybelle shrugged. "I'd better get back downstairs anyway. People are probably gonna start going nuts not hearing my singing and wonder where I've gone off to." She turned to the mirror to make sure her hair looked good and readjusted her make-up by applying lipstick and adding extra blush. Before she left to go back downstairs, she looked back at him.

"By the way, open mic night is the day after tomorrow, and since you'll be crashing here for a bit, why not perform that night? I bet all the ladies here will go nuts over your singing. Hope you still got it." Maybelle gave him a wink and then left to return to the bar to resume her job.

After that, Striker decided to take a little nap. The thick blanket was comfortable, made of the softest wool from local hell-sheep, and the pillows were also plump and firm, and he fell asleep almost instantly.

"Thanks for the fun, sugah."

Maya watched as her client put his clothes back on and leave a wad of soul bills on the table before walking out of the motel room. She spent nearly a whole hour satisfying the client, doing what he wanted in the positions he wanted to thrust into her, with him taking all the stress of working in the fields out with every thrust. By the time he was done, he was very satisfied with her services.

But she hated what she had to do, she hated every single second of it. She even had to pretend to at least enjoy it for the man she was pleasing, but even despite her skill in satisfying her client and how real her fake moans of pleasure were, she never enjoyed it. At least he wasn't going to get her pregnant. When she first started her prostitute job, Victor had her get an intro-uterine device, or an IUD, to keep her from getting pregnant during her work after a mistake he made with one of his prostitutes getting pregnant after one of her services. He made her get an abortion after that, and he made all his other prostitutes, including Maya, to use birth control like IUDs or pills to keep from making the same mistake from happening again.

Getting out of the now filthy sheets and grabbing the wad of cash from the table, Maya went to the bathroom to freshen herself up and looked at herself in the mirror. Her make-up was all messed up, her hair was a frazzled mess and soaked from her sweat, and she could see some bruising from where her client gripped her tightly as he thrusted into her. Since imps have accelerated healing, it was no big deal, since bruises go away within a day or two

She felt disgusted with herself as she looked in the mirror. She hated her life as a prostitute. She hated all her clients and everyone else who only wanted her to please them without knowing her feelings. She hated Victor for using her only for money instead of treating her like family, despite not being related to him by blood and more out of her father's mother's second marriage.

But most of all, she hated herself. She let this all happen to her because she was just scared, and even though she learned to live with having to put up with creeps and jerks who want to give her trouble and she does manage to speak her mind to women who shame her for being a slut, she was still afraid of standing up for herself against Victor. She's been that way since she first met him.

Feeling her scars on her arms and wrists, she recalled when she was younger, around fifteen years old, and he seemed to be nice at first. But sometime after they met, Maya was reading in her room when Victor came in and he sat next to her on her bed, and he was talking all sweet with her and being all friendly with her, that was until...

She didn't want to relive that moment. But ever since then, he's been doing all those things to her, from touching her in the most inappropriate places to making her feel him in certain areas, and he even told her not to tell anyone especially her parents, until before the day they died. When she was seventeen, she finally had enough and told her father about it. Of course he was furious and demanded that Victor never come near her or their home again. Shortly after that, things were back to normal and Maya was getting all the comfort and support from her parents, but things fell apart the day of the tragedy.

She was coming home from shopping for clothes when she found her parents murdered in their living room. Since there was no evidence, and the fact that nobody in Hell cares about imps or other demons being murdered except those of royalty or from respected families, nobody found the killer. After that, she was forced to be taken in by Victor, but he had other plans for her after starting a partnership with a few demons from Lust working under Asmodeus.

At first, Maya wanted nothing to do with this new "business offer" he gave her, and she even threatened to kill him if he touched her again. But Victor was more persuasive than she thought; when she tried to stand up to him, he hit her and tore off her clothes, and he threatened to rape her if she ever tried that again or disobeyed him. Knowing the other things he could do would be worse than what he used to do to her, Maya had no other choice but to take part in his business. Her natural beauty made her popular among Victor's prostitutes, and it made Victor a lot of profits from her. But when she was nineteen, she failed to meet her quota, and that was when she had to get more serious.

After failing to make the quota, Victor took this opportunity to teach her not to slack off on the money, in his own way. He ordered his men to tear off her clothes, underwear and bra included, and tie her to his bed with chains. Maya was so scared out of her wits that she struggled to fight her way out of this, but the cuffs on her wrists and ankles and the links from the chains dug into her skin, leaving her bleeding as Victor touched her around her breasts and pelvic area and even put his lips over them, even forcing a kiss on her between those times. When he was done with her, he told her that he'll do this again if she fails to make her quota each time, or if he ever feels like he needs her.

Thinking about those horrible memories made Maya pant heavily as her heart raced and tears fell from her eyes. She grabbed her bathrobe and covered herself with it before leaning against the wall and sliding down to the bathroom floor, crying as she hid her face in her hands. She just wanted out of this life, but she didn't know how nor did she have anyone to turn to about her troubles. Not to mention, nobody in Hell cares about what people like prostitutes or even homeless people think or if they die on Extermination Day.

KNOCK KNOCK

Maya jumped up when she heard loud knocking on her motel door. She knew it might be one of Victor's bodyguards coming to get her money she earned from her client. Looking at the mirror, she saw her make-up was a bigger mess from the tears she cried, and she used a wash cloth to wipe away any evidence of her tears, then she left the bathroom after grabbing the wad of cash to the door.

When she opened the door, one of Victor's bodyguards, Jasper, was standing there.

"Got the money, Maya? The boss is waiting for it."

Maya nodded and gave him the wad of cash without saying a word. He took it and added, "Oh, and, the boss wanted me to send this message to you in person since he's too busy to call you due to business. He says you gotta work the night shift. You can stay in this room and freshen up or rest for a while, but you ain't leaving until sundown. And if he finds out you left before sundown, you know what's coming if you do. His words, not mine."

'The night shift. Just what I needed after all my services today.' Maya thought.

She said to Jasper, "Tell him I'll take care of it tonight, and I'll see him tomorrow morning." Jasper nodded and made his way to the staircase that lead to the ground floor.

After watching him leave, Maya thought this could be a good chance to sleep for a little while, especially after waking up so early in the morning and being exhausted from her services. She was going to sleep on the bed, but there was no way she was taking a nap with all her client's cum staining those sheets, but at least the comforter wasn't stained so she could at least sleep on top of it and use the spare blanket to sleep with.

After straightening out the bed to make it comfortable for her and picking up the sexy outfit she wore and putting it in the bathroom, she laid on the bed and covered herself with the spare blanket to keep her naked body warm. Feeling the blanket over her made her think about that imp who came in earlier before her client and how he covered her with this very blanket after she tried to seduce him. Nobody had ever done that for her before, not even cover her with her coat, but this was a first for her. She wondered why a complete stranger like him would ever show a hint of kindness for her like that.

No matter. He was probably just passing through this town and she wasn't going to see him again anyway. She fell asleep with those thoughts still in her mind.

Helluva Boss belongs to Vivienne Medrano aka Vivziepop, and Maya belongs to me.