Chelsea lay on the bed for a few minutes and then swung her legs off the bed. The admonition of both Tig and Lucille that she was there to make money and the thought of Dan held somewhere in the building spurred her to movement. She took a deep breath, sighed and then stood and headed back down stairs.
In the Salon, she stepped into the room and stopped. There were more girls, more men and the noise level was louder. Before she could even get her bearings, a half dozen men were on their way across the room toward her. She looked at the first to arrive. He was dirty and unkempt. Chelsea could smell him before he got close. She was sure that he was homeless. She had no idea how he could afford to come into the whorehouse. She was soon to find out.
"Yo one shiny fuckin whore. I been selling blood for a month. I was gonna spend 20 on a quick blow job from one of dem other whores, but when I heard'em talking about you, I decided I was gonna blow my whole hunnert bucks on a fuck with you."
He took her hand and jammed a handful of wadded up cash into her hand. She looked at it and then again, unfolded it and counted it. Sure enough the man had 100 dollars. He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the stairs.
In the room she again shut the door and turned. The man was stripping and soon stood naked in the room. He was covered in grime and grit. Several nasty looking open sores could be seen on his arms and then she noticed the unmistakable needle marks. He leaned down and rummaged through his dirty pants and stood back up holding a small plastic package and a glass object and a cigarette lighter. He quickly moved past her and locked the door.
"Come on. I got a nice rock of meth. Let's me and you share it before we fuck."
She stood speechless. She wanted to protest but remembered Tigs' admonition to do whatever the customer wanted or else. She watched the man drop the crystal into the bowl of what she now knew was a pipe and hold the lighter under the glass. In seconds the crystal began to melt and then emit smoke. He put his lips to the stem of the pipe and inhaled deeply. His eyes closed and then came open again. She swore she could see his pupils dilate as she watched. He then turned the pipe to her.
"Yo turn honey."
He pushed the pipe toward her lips. Trembling, she felt the pipe stem slip between her lips and saw the man put the flame back beneath the crystal. It again began to melt, bubble and she could smell the acrid fumes it was emitting. She heard him urging her on.
"Come bitch. Take it. Suck it in deep."
She inhaled deeply. The bitter fumes filled her lungs and burned her throat. She gasped, coughed and choked. The man laughed at her reaction. Her eyes watered and then she felt her body react. Her heart rate went up and she felt a surge of energy. She felt energized. The man took another hit on the pipe and then turned it back to her. She again choked and coughed.
"Hold it in. Don't let it out."
She held her breath as long as she could. It only seemed to intensify the reaction her body was having. She felt almost invincible. Her reverie was broken when the man in front of her broke his silence.
"Come on bitch. Time to fuck."
She looked down at him. His cock, engorged before now looked almost half again bigger. She backed toward the bed and lay down, lifting her legs and spreading them. She was suddenly maddeningly horney and even the thought of the filthy stinking man and his cock didn't deter her rising need. She held her knees with her hands looking at him between her spread legs. He approached and with a leering grin rubbed the head of his cock through her pussy. That he didn't have a condom didn't cause her a thought. All she wanted was to feel it slip inside her.
The man fucked her hard and fast. She was still rushing from the meth when he finally came inside her and then pulled out a string of cum stretching between her pussy and the head of his cock. He was grinning as he wiped his cock with his dirty shirt and then put it on. He pulled on the torn and filthy pants, put the crack pipe and lighter back into his pants. He disappeared out the door without a word. Chelsea, still feeling the initial rush of the meth, rolled from the bed. She pulled a wet wipe from the package and wiped her pussy, pushing the wipe up inside to try and remove as much of the cum as possible. She then rearranged her lingerie and headed back downstairs.
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Down in the basement in a small room, lit only by the glow of the huge monitor on the wall, Dan sat with tears streaming down his face. It wasn't the pain in his swollen jaw from the punch that had left him semi-conscious, that pressure of the zip ties around his arms and legs, or the throbbing pain in his left little finger. It was the pain of watching his beloved Chelsae on the screen being forced to sell herself.
He head watched the man he now knew as Tig roughly fuck Chelsae in the office. Then he had watched the man called Jojo pay her and then use her roughly. He was watching the empty room on the monitor. Behind him, Roscoe, the bruising hulk who had escorted him to the basement sat and watched as well. To Dan's dismay, the man kept up a running commentary.
"Woooweeee.... dat bitch of yours sure got some nice tits and a shaved cunt. These boys won't know how to react. Dey aint' never seen no shaved pussy before."
Dan winced as he moved his hand slightly and the pain in the finger throbbed even more.
"Ol Jojo sure was right tho'. If dat cunt don't start puttin some fuck into her tricks, Tig gonna give her a beaten to remind her. Oh! Here she come again. Dats' Little Willy. He gonna blow his whole wad to stick his nasty dick in yo who wife's cunt."
Dan watched as Chelsea came in with a filthy looking bum. He saw her put the money into the dresser drawer and then watched, wide-eyed as Willy prepared the pipe with the meth. He gasped as Chelsea inhaled from the pipe, not once, but twice. He saw the changes in her almost immediately. He groaned as he saw her roll back onto the bed, grab her knees and spread herself open. He tried to turn away, but Roscoe grabbed him by the ear and twisted him back around.
"Look at dat bitch. She fuckin like a pro now. He humpin Little Willy for all she worth. Boy that fuckin' bum is getting his hunnert dollars worth for sure."
Dan watched as Chelsea rode the dirty man's cock bareback. He was nearly sick as he watched. Roscoe saw his discomfort and laughed raucously.
"Whas the matter. You don't like watchin that cunt of yours getting fucked. She goin after it like she been whorin' for a living."
Dan sobbed silently as he watched Chelsea clean herself and head back out of the room.
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She literally ran down the stairs and into the Salon. She pulled up short and looked around. Several men stood and started toward her but a young man stepped in front of them. Three more men of about the same age, about 25 or so, joined him. The first young man looked at her.
"How much for all of us?"
Chelsea looked a bit confused but the meth had her not only in a libido rage, it also had made her bold.
"At once?"
"Yeah."
Before she could speak Lucille was beside her and speaking.
"Leroy, you got the money?"
"Of course, you fat bitch."
"Let's see it."
The young man held up a roll of bills. Chelsea could see a 100 dollar bill on the outside of the roll.
"I see one c note. What's on the inside."
