Mine

Less - 3

I’ve always been tenacious. Selling myself into a s*x ring was easier than I think it should have been. After having seen him at Tyler’s father’s studio, I just haven’t been able to keep him out of my mind. Tyler and I have been friends since we were six. He’s always helped me through my obsessions and I helped him through coming out to his father.

The moment I got home that day, I started my deep dive on the dark web. Although I’m full-figured, my body gives everything it needs to in all the right places. A few angled photos later, I was uploading them to the sites just waiting for the right bite.

In the meantime, I talked about Tate every chance I could with Tyler. Everything he knew and what was going on in the seedy underbelly of the reality tv show world. Unsurprisingly, Tyler never knew much, however, it was still fun and wasted time anyways.

Then, one day, I got an email from a man wanting to meet with me. There were numerous red flags throughout, such as meeting alone, in a dark place. No phones was another request, but on that one, I passed. I would need one to keep track of where I would be, so that way, I wasn’t ever in any real trouble that I couldn’t get myself out of.

Even as I willingly got into the back of his van, I kept the tiny phone tucked into my vaginal canal. It was the most uncomfortable thing I’d ever done.

And so very worth it.

Around the country I went, being abused as a s*x object, thankfully, never alone. There were a few girls who traveled with me, promising to care for one another, and care for them I did.

I didn’t know their real names, and I still don’t, yet I tended to their wounds, made sure they ate and whispered into the ears of our gentlemen callers. I cleaned their shoes and mended their outfits. I even punched a b***h from another s*x ring in the mouth when she stole from one of us.

Then, one night, our owner lent us to a club, and there sat a man who liked a lot like Tate. Put together. They had the same old-style gangster look that had captured my heart all those months ago.

My eyes set on him, it wasn’t long into my second set that I caught his eye. He moved closer with his guards on either side of him. His pristine white suit creating its own light in the dark room. He signaled two fingers in the air, the club's call sign for a girl and my heart leapt when he gestured towards me to the room boy.

After my set, I was called into a private room with none other than Hiram Gomez, the man I’d read so much about.

I don’t know how he and Tate are related to one another, but I know that wherever Hiram is, Tate is sure to be.

Therefore, wherever Hiram is, I want to be there, too.