I was allowed to lounge around the apartment and watch TV until about nine that night. Three other guys my age, obviously employed by Mr. Jackson were there as well. We sat around and talked a little, but finally each of them changed and left. It was obvious that they were heading out to work.
Marcus told me to go change. He had put an outfit on my bed that I would wear. I was a little shocked when I put it on. There was a tiny pair of black bootie shorts, an extra small, short mesh t-shirt that came just below my t**s and black sneakers – nothing more.
I immediately realized that I was going to be taken out to work the streets.
“Please, Sir. I can’t wear this out in public.”
He just laughed, as we went down to his car. After driving a few blocks, he pulled over to the curb.
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