Pawnshop
Introduction:
A junkie sold me his girlfriend for a fix.
Pawnshop
I own a Pawnshop. It is the only one in this small town too. Mostly college kids, drunks, and drug addicts come to me when they need money.
You would be amazed at what I can purchase for almost nothing. Just the other day for instance I bought a thirteen-inch color television for only three dollars. Hell some of the shit I buy is still in its original boxes unopened. Of course most of it is hot, that’s why I get it so cheap. Usually I give them enough money so that they can buy a pack of cigarettes or a bottle of cheap wine.
Then again some junkies will sell me their teenage daughters for a fix. I never keep them but I do get my moneys worth out of them before I send them back home.
One night just before closing I was sitting behind my counter when this nervous and jerky guy came in dragging a pretty girl with him. He looked all strung out and in need of a fix.
He dragged her over closer to me and asked, “How much will you give me for her?”
She looked scared to death.
I chuckled and replied, “I don’t buy girls.”
She seemed quite relieved to hear that.
He laughed and said, “Oh yes you do. Nine fingers Tony told me that you do.”
Well actually I had bought Nine Fingers Tony’s girl before so I replied, “If I were to purchase her, how much would you want?”
She got nervous again.
He could hardly stand still and focus on me but he said, “Two hundred dollars and you can keep her all night.”
I laughed and said, “How about twenty and I still get to keep her all night?”
He was shaking violently when he said, “A hundred. I need a hundred. I need a fix.”
I had been around long enough to know that he could get a fix for twenty-five dollars so I said, “How about twenty-five and I send her home when I’m done with her?”
Finally she said something, “No Richie. Don’t do it. Not for twenty-five dollars. Not for twenty-five.” Then she started crying.
He counter offered, “Fifty.”
I said, “No way. I think you better get out of here and take her with you.”
She said, “Come on Richie lets go.” She tried to drag him out but he wouldn’t go.
I could tell that he was trying to think but that his brain had turned to mush. He was dizzy and staggering around. I was just about to call for the police and an ambulance when he said, “Okay. Twenty-five and you can keep her.”
Her eyes flew open and she said, “What! You fucking asshole! Richie you said that all I would have to do is give some old fart a blowjob. Now you fucking sold me to him.” Then her arms started beating him senseless. I just laughed. He punched her right in the stomach, doubling her over. He took off his headscarf and tied her wrists behind her back leaving her there on the floor. He put his hand out and I put twenty-five dollars in it. Then he was gone and I locked the front door.
I helped her to her feet but held onto her arm. I walked her toward the back of the store turning out the lights as I went. I led her up the stairs to the second floor. Then I led her up to the third floor where I lived.
Once inside my apartment I pushed her onto my couch, turned on some lights, and took a good look at her.
She was starting to sober up. She said, “You touch me and I’ll see that you rot in hell.”
I smiled and chuckled at her fruitless remarks and then I said, “Look doll. Don’t threaten me or I’ll cut your tits off, fry them up, and eat them like a fine steak.”
That got her attention so I continued, “You were all for this deal in the beginning. I have it all on tape. As of right now you belong to me. So either you do as I say or I will sell you to some cheap whorehouse where you will be fucked day and night until you drop dead. Is that clear.”
She leered at me and replied, “You’ll never get away with it, my boyfriend will kill you and find me.”
I laughed and said, “Doll, Richie couldn’t find his way back to my shop and even if he did my surveillance tapes would not show him or you ever entering my shop. I can take care of that.”
I grabbed her blouse and cut it right up the front with a big impressive knife just to scare the hell out of her. I exposed her small tits and said, “If you don’t cooperate I can see to it that you disappear all together.”
I really didn’t expect her to cooperate, I just wanted her to calm down and stop thinking that she was in charge.
I asked, “What’s your name doll, your age, and where did you come from?”
She replied, “My name is Ginger McCormick, I’m eighteen, and I live in L.A.”
I asked, “Do you have any identification on you?”
She said, “In my back pocket.”
I reached around into her back pocket and found her California Driver’s License. She really was Ginger McCormick and she really was eighteen years old.
I asked her, “How did you like it when your fucking boyfriend sold you to me for a fix, a fucking twenty-five dollar fix.”
Ginger was not impressed. I reminded her that he had sold her to me as a whore and that she had even agreed to give me a blowjob during their conversation.
Ginger asked, “What do you want.”
I replied, “One hundred times what I paid for you.”
Ginger’s eyes flew open and she asked, “What!”
I replied, “You heard me. I want twenty-five hundred dollars.”
Ginger said, “I don’t have that kind of money.”
I grabbed her crotch and said, “But you can earn it.”
It looked as if she had accepted her fate so I told her that I would do her a great favor, that I would pimp her out for a couple of weeks, and that I would personally put her a plane home. Ginger asked what she would get out of it. I told her that she would get to live, that she would get rid of her lousy boyfriend that had sold her to me, and that she would be closer to home.
Ginger said, “So I get fucked for a couple of weeks and all I get is a plane ride home.”
I asked, “So how many times have you been fucked in the last couple of weeks?”
Ginger replied, “I don’t know. I didn’t count them.”
I asked, “So how much money do you have to show for it?”
Ginger replied, “Nothing, that’s why he sold me to you.”
I just smiled and said, “See what I mean?”
I told her to get her jeans off and to take a shower. In a show of resistance she went into the bathroom and locked the door. I knew that there was no way out through the bathroom window and that I had a key to the bathroom hanging right over the door. I waited until I heard the shower running and then I went in and took all of her clothes and took of the towels too. I left the door wide open and just waited.
I knew that I wanted to eat her pussy and fuck it too but that I couldn’t because she couldn’t remember how many times she had been fucked in the last two weeks and that her boyfriend was a junkie. No one should catch AIDS and die over a simple fuck.
When she came out of the shower she just scowled at me and walked right out toward me. Just as she took a swing at me I grabbed her arm, twisted her around, and slapped a pair of handcuffs on her wrists. I walked her over to the back of the couch, pushed her over it at the waist, and had her ass well presented to me. I rolled on a condom and stuck it in her ass. She screamed out but I knew that no one could hear her. I owned the whole building and we were three floors about street level. I was just preparing her for what was to come. She was going to be great and everyone was going to want to fuck her.
Ginger had a nice slim body with small breasts and the face of an angle. She had apparently been fucked by a number of men so there was nothing to worry about in that respect. Ginger was a natural born whore.
I just fucked into her ass for my own satisfaction. When I was done I tied a knot in the end of the condom and tossed it in the trashcan. I cuffed her to the radiator and then I went to bed.
In the morning she was cold, hungry, and still pissed off. When she said that she had to use the bathroom I placed a bucket closer to her. She said that she wouldn’t use it. I told her that if she dirtied my floor that she would clean it up with her tongue.
It only took one phone call and everything was set. I cuffed Ginger’s hands behind her back and pulled an extra large T-shirt down over her head. I got her to my car and then to the whorehouse. The madam took one look at Ginger and smiled. She didn’t see young women that pretty every often.
I made a deal with the madam to sell Ginger for a whole month and that we would split the take fifty fifty. At the end of a full month I wanted her back. I also asked her to keep a record for me as to how many she had each day, which hole they fucked, and how much was charged.
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A month later I got a call from the madam requesting that I let her keep Ginger for another month. As tempting as the offer was I had to turn her down.
When I arrived Ginger was dressed in a transparent neglig? she looked beautiful, and she was very polite. She was totally different than when I had dropped her off a month before.
I went into the office with the madam to review the books. She said that Ginger was her most popular girl and that the doctor had declared her to be drug and disease free every week so far.
The records showed that Ginger took care of at least two Johns an hour for a twelve-hour day, seven days a week. At fifty bucks a throw my half was $18,000. That was far more than I had expected, that’s for sure. In fact it was more than I had earned in my Pawnshop that month. Sex sure sells.
When I walked out of the office to take Ginger home she asked, “May I please stay her sir? I really like it here.”
I turned to the Madam and said, “Shall we keep it on a month to month basis then.”
The Madam smiled and replied, “Yes we can.”
I then told her, “Okay. Month to month for as long as Ginger wishes.”
I turned to Ginger and said, “You can stay as long as it is your choice. Just say the word and I’ll come and get you.”
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Ginger stayed in that whorehouse for three years and loved every minute of it. Then one day I told her that she had over a quarter of a million dollars in a bank account. Ginger just smiled and asked the Madam if she wanted to sell her the business.
The End
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