Victoria Goluch
Composition 101
McGuire
21 October 2019
Ladies of the Night
Dawn was breaking as the big dogs ran through the streets, my five girls are chattering on the corner portraying a group of drunk school girls. I smelled the stink that only a street maid has after along busy night. The inside of my nose is raw, guess that’s what happens when you are a pig for snorting cocaine. My nose is on fire and the stink of those sloppy maids and the gangster they are smoking seemed like invisible knives scraping to my brain. I’m in an evil dangerous mood.
I walked over with a stern leisure, they know whats coming. The sensations within my body is driving me to a state of insanity. “Did one of you shit on yourselves or something?!” I yelled. There was a long gap of silence within that moment. Suddenly my bottom girl Kate begins to speak, with her pleasing, ass-kissing voice. Naturally, I force myself to listen to her useless words. I’m too tripped but to be listening to this rat's crap and purely couldn’t give less of a damn. Something about turning all night and the tricks not having bathrooms in those cars they’re flipping out of. She says they did it for me, to please me, for my love and needs. She is on her knees at this point, begging for daddy’s forgiveness. Good, girl better know her place. I know my purchases, they don’t know me. That’s the exact reason why my service holds publicity within the circuit, all these damn amateurs attempting to rack up the chain. Truth being they don’t know the difference between their right and left genitals. Yet here they are trying to manage a ring of their own. Fools. I smiled at thoughts going through my brain, seeing Kate on the ground seems to just top it off. I grinned at her and helped her off the cold pavement, told her daddy was going to give her the finer things for all her good work. She best hope her quota from today is better than her last, it's the end of the night and I sure as hell am not feeling too generous on the inside.
Rounds are up and all I’m thinking of is running my nose through the lines waiting for me back at my place. I’m pulling the hog up from around the corner, waiting for my girls to get in. We start our route home, driving away from the track… my holy grail. We drive down main for what seemed to be forever, until I finally see the shop getting closer and pull to the side of the curb. The car reeks of that dirty stench and I get the chills. “Get your smelly asses upstairs for a bath and some shut eye. Be on the street at noon like I told you.” They hesitate to get out through the back passenger side door, but when they did I notice Rachael, my newest girl, stare at me with a look of anger in her eyes. I sensed she was getting ready to blurt out right there in the middle of the street, in front of my other hustlers. The thought of her confrontation only drew me closer to my manic state, silly girl better not deceive her daddy. Bad behavior calls for punishment, which Rachael knows more than my other girls. Obviously she didn’t learn her lesson after our play date last weekend. I give her a smirk. As if on cue she sprawled out. Yapping about being sick of the life, threatening to cut it all. I gave her a blank look, but I was laughing on the inside. This whole situation was nothing but a comedy skit. She kept on babbling and I let her, let her run her dirty mouth. She is fast and young, has the game good enough for every trick. She is every pimp’s dream and she knew it. She continued to test me with her beef. Then she finally shut up and waited for me to spit out a sucker response. The thought of her superiority over the ring infuriated me. I hit a breaking point, I can feel my blood rushing all throughout my body, I wanted to show her who truly ran her streets. I open my drivers side door slowly, not looking her into her eyes. I slammed the door. I walked the walk of a king… of a God. I stepped up onto the curb and pushed her onto the red brick wall of the building. My meaty hands wrapped around her young and fragile neck. “Listen you ungrateful brat, I have never had a whore I couldn’t do without. I celebrate when a whore leaves me. It gives a worthy girl a chance to take place and be a star. Twisted wrench, I give you meaning to your life. Without me you are nothing but a body, no one cares more about you than I do. When I hand you the lifestyle you best take it all in and thank me for it.” I feel the words coming out of my mouth and a cloud of satisfaction engulfs my body. I showed her good, I know she must be disappointed by my comeback to her little pathetic fall out. Deceived by my icy over layer. She begins to wilt from underneath my grasp. I peer over my shoulder to the rest of the girls. They stand there with their heads down not saying a word. At least I know my words have taught the rest of them common sense. As I stand there, my arms still wrapped around her neck, I spotted the vague lights of a cop car in the distance; they’re in the process of their nightly route. I let go of her and cool it until they pass. The last thing I need is to get caught up by a pig. I flash a grin at them as they continue to patrol, flashing their lights onto the sidewalk. They’re gone. Reality kicks back in and I turn back to my situation, Rachael laid their on the ground wincing to the blizzard that had taken over the lot. I pick her up, warming up her body up. I kiss her on her forehead and she looks up at me with a faint smile; thanks me. Every whore has something in common, they will never see their pimp as a cruel person. It’s all part of the lifestyle, the ring. I dress them, think for them, own them, they are my property. I am their saving grace and I give them purpose. I walk Rachael back in line with the rest of the girls. They look up at me for approval and I nod. It was time to collect, I reminded them how much daddy loved them and the work they do. Each of my five whores, pulled out five to eight bills each. I took the earnings from each of them with a kiss on the cheek for each profit, they never fail to disappoint. All I can find myself thinking about is the amount of blow I can get for tonight's outing. They make their way into the building. I wave them good night, but the fun has just begun.
Work Consulted
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