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Show Me What Love Feels Like Ch. 1
Hi!! Enjoy!! --------------------------------------------------------------- Winter, 1995. Southern Los Angeles, California. The January mist sprinkles the wet palm trees and the fierce, cold winds linger over the dark blue skies as the day slowly ends. Once the day ended and once the night substituted, the working girls emerge, so do the drug dealers, and the girls' pimps. It is a dangerous scene at nighttime in Southern Los Angeles. On the streets, violence, sex, and exploitation are rapid. And these nights often result in death. Misty Ravens, a seventeen year old prostitute who often walked South LA's streets, stood by the corner of a liquor store that particular night, awaiting someone who was willing to pay for her services. Her pimp, King P., stood next to her, giving her a lecture, as he always did, on how to do whatever the customer asked for, and to remember to always collect the money the customer would pay. He also told her that she couldn't have survived in the prostitution life without him. "Remember, girl, when you is in dese streets, you ain't gonna survive without a pimp. You's my bitch, and what I say you gotta do, you gotta do." While he continued on his lecture, a red toyota camry cruised up beside Misty and King P. "Go on, now. And when you done, call me on your cell, so I can come get you." "Ok," she shyly said, as she cautiously walked up to the car. "Alright," he said as he walked to her and turned her around to him, "make dat money, girl." King P. gave her a small kiss on the cheek and gave a small smile to her before she entered the car. "Hey there," said the man while he reached out and brushed her hair from her face. Misty had her head down before he had called out to her, obvious that she was shy. "How are you tonight?" Misty slowly turned her head to him. She gave him a look of intimidation, anger, and fear. It was evident that she did not want to be there; that she wasn't proud of her job and that she didn't choose to prostitute. It was obvious that she was forced into a life of prostitution. "I'm ok," she replied, bringing her head back to the ground's direction. "How much are you gonna charge me?" Misty remembered what King P. told her on how much she was required to charge. His charging preferences were from $200-$2,000. "It depends," she said softly, "how much do you have?" "Ehh, I have about $1,000," he said as he began to drive. "That'll be ok, then," she said. As he drove through the LA roads, he couldn't help but look at her. "Didn't anyone tell you that you are very sexy?" She again turned to him. "No..." "Well, you are, yes indeed, girl." She didn't respond; she just looked down onto the ground again. "You know, I like those shy, innocent, young girls. They are perfect for being submissive." The man driving the car wasn't to Misty's liking. He was a balding Caucasian man, looked about forty to fifty years of age, he was overweight, probably obese, and he was an odd smell to him; the smell of cats. Misty mostly hid her face into her blouse to avoid the temptation of regurgitation. He was very unpleasant to look at or to be around. "You know, I like black girls, too," he said to her. "I like their body shape, you know, with the round butts and the big breasts. I picked you because you have all of those things that I like. You're shy, sexy, young, and black." Misty continued not to respond. She just kept her head below. "Say, uhh, what's your name, sweetheart?" "Misty. Misty Ravens." "Mmm, Misty Ravens. That's a sexy name. Is that your biological name?" She nodded her head without looking at him. "That's sexy, darling. My name's Charlie. Charlie Moreno." At last, Misty and Charlie arrived to his apartment. It was a small apartment, looked quite decent, but Misty did not know that this man was actually dangerous. He was a man who took advantage of the girls he met, and she would possibly become the next victim in line..... To Be Continued.... ***What will Charlie do to Misty? Who will eventually save her? Find out On Chapter Two!!!****
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