The Secret Circle

Kacy

"You finally show up today?" Hannah asks.

I barely glance at her. Just because I was my mother's daughter didn't mean that I could be mean to them. She was higher than me. I couldn't offer any words that would offend her. Hannah got offended easily. You could say "hello" wrong to her.

"Don't bother talking to her right now Hannah." My mom states. "She needs to get prepared."

I look up to my mom. "For who?"

"None of your concern. Just be ready in five minutes."

She was upset with me. She usually told me who I was supposed to be ready for. She told me their age, gender, preferences. Everything. I should have come more this week. I probably cost her money.

"Hmph. Don't know what makes you think you're special." Hannah says next to me. I drew my eyes to her slowly. She was putting on a lingerie set. It was black. Revealing. "You need to put in your hours just like everyone else. You don't know how much money you cost us this week. I'm only getting fifteen percent of my cut. That is not what I worked for."

"I'm sorry."

Hannah stepped on the chair next to me to lace up her knee-high stilettos. 

"Well," she finished strapping herself in the heels, "sorry doesn't make me money. I talked your mother out of punishing you. I know you don't deserve it. But next time, if you're going to skip days, try the days you don't work. Mondays and Thursdays. Other than that you're going to get punished. Am I clear?"

"Yeah."

We both looked up to the brown ceiling as the sounds of the bed on the upper floor creaked heavily. Moans were evident as well. 

That's nothing. It's nothing, Kacy. You've been through this a hundred times. There is no need to be scared.

"My turn. Wish me luck."

The room was empty. Silent save for the upper floor. Since I didn't know what I was going to prepare for, I went for my standard look. A simple black lace bra and matching underwear. I hope they're the simple type. Just a ten-minute session. That's it.

"You can do this Kacy. Get into character."

I breathe deeply. That helps me get ready. It gets rid of the nervousness. Hannah taught me that.

"Come on Kacy."

My mother stood at my door. I step over to her. It was like she was a witch. A beautiful, enchanting witch. She didn't use to be like this. She would play with me. Take me out like a regular child. Read me bedtime stories. We even went shopping regularly. Then Dad left. He left her on her own without a word or even a letter. With me. Those days are in the past. I couldn't bring them back even if I tried. The mother I once knew was gone forever.

"Now," her cold hands adorned my shoulders heavily as she led me to the room I usually used to please the people who came, "this man has been expecting you since the beginning of the week. It is in your best interest not to keep him waiting. He's paying a lot. Make him happy."

All I could do was nod. She probably didn't want to hear my voice anyways.

"Don't disappoint me, Kassandra." 

Shivers erupted down my spine. This man must have been important. Really important. I could count on one hand of how many times she said my full first name.

"Yes ma'am."

My voice came out more terrified than it should have. I was better with these things whenever I was told what I was dealing with. The fact that he was important was enough for me to piss my pants of nervousness. 

"Mr. Pierre?" She knocked lightly on the door. "The girl is ready for you."

A gruff voice sounds from the other side of the dark wood door, "Send her in."

As much as I tried to make the lump in my throat disappear, it stayed.

"Don't mess this up."

With every clipped word, her nails dug into my shoulders lightly. I knew she wanted to dig deeper but I needed to be unscathed. If I wasn't, I was undesirable.

"I...." her footsteps eluded me. Of course she didn't care what I was going to say next. I was just a walking moneybag to her. "Okay then."

I open the door slowly. The man was sitting on the bed. Naked. My heart accelerated to an alarming rate. No matter how many times I do this, I still get afraid. I feel so trapped and scared in moments like these.

"Don't be shy. I heard you were the best."

He wasn't very old. You could tell he was getting there though. He was tall. Handsome. Brown, short hair. Blue eyes. Very lean and well built. At least he's not ugly. He's something I could work with.

"What would you like done?"

He raised an eyebrow, "Come sit on your knees." He pointed on the floor to where he wanted me to sit.

I obeyed. This was odd.

"What's your name? I know it's not Kylie. You don't look like a Kylie."

We were forbidden to tell our real names. Why did he want to know anyway?

"Leila Hersh." I answer.

The man let out a laugh, resting his forearms on his thighs, "That is the stupidest name I've heard in a while."

As much as I wanted to frown, I didn't. He was weird for a client. They would usually have me on the bed by now. It was like he was trying to get to know me.

"Well....that's my name."

"You're lying..."

I cleared my throat.

"You can make your own name up for me. I'm not allowed to disclose my real name under any circumstances."

"Okay fine. If I must. Your name will be...Christa."

Christa? Ugh. As if that name was better than Leila.

"My name is Terrence." 

"Would you like me to call you something else?"

"Terrence will do. So, what do you like to do for fun?"

My tense muscles relaxed tremendously. I know my posture wasn't straight anymore. I didn't get why he was prolonging the inevitable. Just make him happy. Do what he wants. 

"Uh....well...I like to read. And cook. I also like to garden...and shop."

The way Terrence stared down at me just captured me. Like he cared about everything I was saying. I never felt anything with my other clients. Ever. Sitting here with him right now, there was a spark between us. 

"Cool. I like to play music, dance, cook, and....now....I like to look at you. You're adorable. How old are you?"

I blush at that last part. 

"Twenty-one." I lie.

"Kinda young looking for twenty-one. Don't ya think?"

"I have my mother's genes. That's what they say."

"Hmm....something tells me you're way more beautiful than your mother."

I bit my lip. 

"Now....ask me a question you would like to know. Nothing is off-limits."

Nothing? Who was he? How much did he pay exactly?

"What are we doing right now? They usually just have s*x with me. We barely get two words in."

Terence pursed his lips a little as if he was in deep thought to answer the question. "....there's a connection between us. I felt it when you walked in the room. Had I not...I would be f*****g you by now."

Connection? I know he was not looking for love in a brothel.

"A....connection?"

"Hmm...stand."

My mind was buzzing. He was so...mysterious. Sexy.

"Is there something wrong?" I ask as he matched his hand with mine.

His hands were huge compared to mine.

"No. Are you comfortable with me? Answer honestly. No consequences are going to come to you or the business."

I clench and unclench my hand that was not in his thrall, "No...I....but I can make myself comfortable...if you need me to be."

He withdrew his hand from mine and smiled. If a smile could melt you, I would be a bowl of melted butter.

"No need. I'll be back tomorrow. When will you be back?" He asked.

I watched him raise up and reach for his clothes. He was extremely tall.

"I'll be here tomorrow."

"Good. For now, goodbye Christa."

Just like that, he was dressed and out the door. He didn't even...touch me. What the hell was that? We weren't even in here for thirty minutes.

"Okay....not out of the ordinary at all."

A glance to the bed. The spot where he sat had cash on it. A tip? We didn't do anything. I only saw him naked....that was it. I picked the money off of the white comforter. The roll was hefty. Jesus. This might be the biggest tip I've ever gotten here. As I counted the cash, it amounted to five hundred. It was a mix of twenties, ones, and hundreds. Every bill was crisp and fresh. Wow.....who does this?

"Well that was awfully quick. What happened?"

I let out a startled gasp. My mom was standing outside the door looking elegant and scary.

"He...we just talked. He didn't do anything."

"Talk? Hmm." She said. My wrist was in her grip suddenly. "Come now. Mr. Harrison is here. He wants you tonight."

Mr. Harrison. Ugh. 

"Could I go put on the lipstick he likes?" I ask quietly.

She stopped walking us in the direction of where he was, "If you have to. Fine. He's in room two-sixteen when you're done."

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"You haven't been here all week, you know you're my favorite." Mr. Harrison crooned in my ear, his hands massaging my thighs roughly.

"I'm sorry. I just haven't been...feeling well."

"Really? Are you better now?"

I know he didn't really care whether I was better or not. He just wanted me to get "comfortable" with him.

"Yes."

There was no time wasted after that answer. He bent me over the bed, moved my underwear to the side, and slid his member into me roughly.

"I missed you so much Flower."

Ugh. I hated that nickname. Flower. I think his wife or something was who he called Flower. But they divorced. The last thing I wanted was to be f****d painfully by a lonely old man who called me Flower. Any name but that.

"C-Can you do it softer?" I moan lightly.

If anything, he did it harder. This is why I hated him. He never listened.

"Fuck." He groaned, fisting my hair tightly. "You're the best Flower."

"Mm!" Did he even lubricate?! "Ow! S-Stop!" I gasped.

He was hurting me now. It felt like sandpaper was rubbing in my insides.

"Aww, I know it doesn't hurt that much. I'm enjoying it. You should be enjoying it too."

I couldn't do that if he was hurting me. 

"Plus, you haven't been seeing me lately. I deserve this. You know I do."

I felt his torso leaning upon my back heavily as he made sure my ear was bitten lightly. I hated when people played with my ears. 

"Th-this is hurting! Please...please st-stop." I whimper.

He stopped. I took a sharp breath as he painfully pulled out of me. 

"You're chattier than usual today. Why are you being so grumpy?"

I reached for myself to see if I had any bleeding. It had happened before with him. He would do it so roughly to where I'd bleed. The doctor would have to keep me on bed rest for a week or two.

"I-I'm not grumpy. You were hurting me." 

My hand revealed no blood. Good. I didn't want to see Rico again.

"I'm pretty sure it's not that bad. You're fine. You're not bleeding."

You'd do it until I was though.

"Can we please use the lube?" 

Mr. Harrison spread my legs apart. Guess not. God, please let me not have to see Rico after this. I gripped the pillow next to me to scream my pain into it. Cry maybe.

"No. You're going to be fine. Don't interrupt me anymore about this." He muttered.

And he went back to roughly slamming himself in and out of me until he came. All of it was projected into me. God, I can't do another abortion. Please let me not be pregnant. Again.

"s**t. I came in you. Sorry."

He came in me every time. He wasn't sorry. He knew what he was doing. I guess he was waiting for me to walk up in here one day with a baby that was his. I would rather die than bear a child that belonged to him.

"It's fine," I reached for my underwear to put it on, "I won't get pregnant."

I probably will. I was fertile. Very fertile. And I was ovulating. Guess I was seeing Rico this week.

"I mean...it's fine if you do. I'll take care of it."

I met his brown eyes, "I'm sorry....I'm just too young to be a mother. And plus, I'm on birth control." I lied.

"Oh."

"Well, see you later Mr. Harrison. Thanks for tonight." I say, slipping out of the door happily. 

If only he knew that it was forbidden for any of us to take birth control. My mother didn't agree with contraceptives. She didn't agree with abortions either. She didn't think they were right. I usually had to hide mine. She was surprised to realize that I've never been pregnant all but once. I lost that one. The doctor said that it was because I was way too young to hold one. The girls that did get pregnant either had to give their child up or groom it to be apart of the business. Most chose to give the child up. Who wouldn't? Once the child turned ten, pleasing people were all they were trained to do. That's not a life for a child. I would know. I had to experience that.