Dirty Diaries: A Darkly Erotic Novel (8 page)

I got in a big argument with Frank the
other day.  I think I have to seriously start thinking about moving on.  The
$75 a week that fat fuck has been paying me seemed okay at first, but now I
know he is charging all of these truckers a ton of money to fuck me every which
way and extra for some of the hardcore shit.  I'm doing all the extra work and
not seeing anything more for it.  When we started, I was under the impression I
was just an extra service he provided to get people in the door.  Even if that was
true then, it certainly isn't now.  Frank confirmed that he charges everyone
now, although he wouldn't tell me how much. 

Last night those guys said they were
paying big bucks to double team me.  I have no idea how much that is, but with
the number of guys I'm fucking and sucking in a week, Frank is making out like
a bandit on this deal.  When I confronted him about this, we got in a big fight
and I told him I was thinking about leaving if things didn't change. 

Then I went on a mini strike and told him
I wasn't doing anyone else for the rest of the week.  That really made him
mad.  He told me that I wasn't getting paid then, and that if I wasn't pulling
my weight he'd start charging me for my room.  He wanted $50 a week and then
$25 for food.  Convenient that his price equalled exactly what he was paying
me.

I've only saved up a little bit less than
a grand since I started here, which isn't going to take me too far.  It barely
makes a noticeable lump under my mattress where I hide it.  I've done it
before, though, after I moved out of my house and went on the road for a year. 
Granted, I grew tired of that life which was the whole reason I settled here. 
But I could do it again.  I just need a plan.  After five months of living with
a roof over my head and regular meals, though, I wasn't anxious at the thought of
hitting the road once more.  I had to think about it for a bit and decide what
to do.  The fact is I have about double the cash that I had that first time I
did it, so maybe it wouldn't be as bad as I remember it. 

That's it, I'm telling Frank tomorrow that
I'm leaving in a couple of days.  And fuck him if he thinks he's getting $75
from me.

What a disaster this week was.  I don't
know what I'm going to do.  I shouldn't have told Frank I was leaving.  I
should have just snuck out in the night.

I went into his office right around lunch
time.  "So you sure you aren't going to change your mind and start paying
me what I'm worth?" I asked.

That fat asshole didn't even look up from
the papers he was reading.  "If I did that, you'd only get about five
bucks."

"You're an asshole.  I'm leaving. 
Find another girl who will fuck all your fat trucker buddies or suck them off
through the glory hole for practically nothing.  Better yet, suck the dicks
yourself.  I'm sure you'd enjoy it.  You love to cram as much into your fat pie
hole as you can anyway, why not add a little cock to the mix."

That made him put his papers down.  He
looked up at me with fire in his eyes.  "Where do you think you're going
to go?" he asked.

"I have almost a thousand bucks saved
up.  I've made due with half that before.  Any place is better than this one.  
I'll be gone in a couple days, and you can go fuck yourself."

I stormed out of his office before he had
a chance to say anything more.  I spent the rest of the day avoiding him and
thinking about what I was going to do and where I was going to go. 

The next morning I continued to try to
avoid Frank but I ran into him when I was leaving the restaurant after
breakfast. 

"Anna," he said.  "I think
there a few things we should discuss.  Can you please come in to my office
after lunch?"

I could tell he was trying to be polite,
so I agreed.  On one hand I was hoping he changed his mind and was going to pay
me more so I could stay.  On the other hand, I was kind of getting tired of the
way he treated me around here and was starting to look forward to leaving.

At noon I went over to his office.  The
door was open and he was sitting at his desk with a bottle of scotch in front
of him and a drink in his hand.  He motioned me to come in with his free hand
as he took a sip with the other.

I sat down in front of him, waiting for
him to speak.  He pulled out another glass from the cabinet next to his desk
and poured me a drink, pushing it forward like a peace offering.

"You've been here close to half a
year," he said calmly.  "I'll be sorry to see you go."

So he wasn't planning on offering me
anything to stay.  This drink was probably his way of giving me a farewell
bonus.  I picked it up and drained the glass, glaring at him. 

"So that's it?  Half a year and
you're sending me off with a drink and a nice to meet you?  You've made a lot
of money off of me, Frank.  Not just from whatever you're charging these guys,
but your business has increased a lot since I started here.  You're just going
to give all that up to save giving me a few more bucks?"  My blood was
boiling now that this really seemed like the end.  I was mostly pissed that he
was being so callous about it all.  Not that I had any illusions that we cared
for one another in the slightest, but I was surprised he was so willing to give
up a good money maker.  Was I really so easy to replace?

Frank gave me one of his creepy smiles,
like he knew something I didn't.  It made me even angrier and I could feel my
face start to flush. 

"I pay you enough.  Don't forget you
get room and board as well.  In fact, I think what I give you is probably
overly generous."

My head was spinning at the way he was
talking, he was still being a complete prick.  I wasn't going to sit here anymore
and listen to him.  I don't know why he even invited me in, unless it was just
to rub it in my face that he wasn't paying me anything more.

I stood up to leave and all of a sudden
felt very dizzy.  One drink shouldn't have affected me so much.  Frank looked
up at me as I grabbed a hold of his desk for support.  He was still grinning
wildly.  It was the last thing I remember seeing before I blacked out.

I woke up later, but I had no idea how
much time had passed.  What I noticed immediately was that my hands were bound
and I was completely naked.  The room was dark but a faint light was coming
through a familiar hole in the wall.  I was locked in the glory hole closet. 
That asshole had drugged me.  I tried to yell, but my mouth was taped shut.  I
had no idea what the hell was going on, so I started to cry in fear and
frustration.

I lay there for a while.  It was hard to
judge the passage of time.  Eventually, though, I heard a sound coming from the
other side of the wall.  I struggled to sit up and then the door opened.  The
sudden light from the other room blinded my dilated pupils momentarily so I
wasn't sure who it was that hauled me to my feet.  I was dragged into the other
room and then forced down onto the ground facing the little bench.  I was on my
knees with my ass in the air. 

I recognized the heavy breathing of Frank
before I even turned my head to look at him.  He was busy fastening my arms in
front of me to the bench attached to the floor. 

"Don't worry, Anna.  I'll let you go
in a bit.  But I have someone who is willing to pay big bucks to fuck a
helplessly bound girl and I just happened to have one handy.   But I'll tell
you what, I'm even going to give you some of the money.  After all, you're
going to need it if you really want to leave."  He laughed again and then
worked his way back up to his feet.  I heard him stomp away and the door slam
shut behind him.

A few minutes later it opened again.  I
was terrified, wondering who it was behind me.  I hated not being able to move
my hands or to talk, or scream.  I tried to turn my head but I wasn't able to
see enough in that direction.  Whoever had come in was silent, standing still
behind me and just watching me struggle.  I realized then that that was
probably part of the thrill for this sick fuck, so I forced myself to just lie
still.  I had to just treat this like any other job.  Let him get in, get off
and get out.

As I suspected, once I stopped struggling
the man grew restless and finally approached me.  He continued to stay directly
behind me though, so I didn't even bother trying to look back to catch a
glimpse.  Let him think that I didn't care and maybe that would make him leave.

I heard him drop down to his knees and
felt a hand gingerly grab my ass, which was still up in the air with my knees
underneath me.  He gave me a little squeeze, and then a rub.  Gently at first,
moving his large palm all around the globe of my pale white ass cheek in a
circle.  Then, without warning, his hand moved away and then returned with a
very hard slap.  I screamed out into the gag in my mouth but only a muffled
sound escaped. 

Again he hit my ass and again I cried out
in vain.  His slaps were much harder than the ones I had endured a few weeks
ago during my first anal encounter.  Those ones were meant to make me shut up. 
These ones were designed to make me scream.  His slaps rained down on me again
and again and my ass burned.  I struggled despite the promise I had made to
myself not to, but I was bound too tightly.

Finally, the blows stopped and a finger
immediately pressed into my pussy.  To my surprise, it slid in easily.  Despite
the pain, my pussy had responded by getting wet.  He pushed another one in and
began to saw in and out with them.  They then disappeared from my wet gash and
pressed against my upturned asshole.  The lubrication from my pussy allowed
them to go in easily, although once they had made it past the second knuckle it
started to hurt.  He pulled his fingers back out and shoved them roughly back
into my pussy to wet them again, and then back up to my ass.  He continued to
do this a few times until his fingers were moving in and out of my ass without resistance.

Finally his hands disappeared and I heard
him fumbling with his pants.  His hand slapped my ass again, this time in the
middle and catching my labia by surprise.  I cried out again but he continued
to slap even as I yanked hard against the ropes, still unable to move.  I
wanted to rub my ass, soothe away the burn from my pussy lips.  Tears were
rolling down my face.  I knew this was a punishment sent from Frank.  My final
send off, perhaps.  I just had to endure and then get the fuck out of here.  I
would spend some of my savings on the first hotel I could find my way to,
whether I had to hitchhike or walk.

The slaps finally stopped and I felt a
hard fat cock press into my pussy.  I was still wet for whatever reason, and he
slipped in quickly and without resistance.  After a couple of strokes he pulled
it out and then slammed hard into my asshole, sinking from his hips to mine on
the first thrust.

Again I screamed into my gag, and again I
was only rewarded by a muffled moan.  I was lucky he had lubricated me first,
but I knew that was likely more for his own benefit than mine.  From what I'd
heard, a dry fuck can hurt a guy almost as much as a girl sometimes.

He continued to slam hard into my ass,
each thrust shoving me wildly forward and causing my head to bang into the
wooden bench to which I was bound.  About every minute, the mystery man would
pull out and switch holes, from pussy to ass and back again.  I was sure it was
unsanitary, but again, I knew he didn't care.  Tears were washing down my face,
from both frustration and pain.  My head continued to bang into the bench and
every so often another slap would pummel down on me by surprise. 

I wasn't sure how long it took, probably
about ten minutes, but finally I felt the man tense up and let loose a load of
cum into my ass.  After a couple of spurts, he pulled it out and pushed it into
my pussy before he lost his hardness, and I felt another couple of squirts
enter that hole. 

When he was done, he gave me one more half
hearted slap on the rear before standing up and leaving.

A little while later, Frank came back
upstairs, huffing and puffing.  He threw down a few bills next to my face and
then pulled out a knife which he used to cut the ropes around my hands.

"There you go sweetie.  If you still
insist on leaving, here's some seed money for you.   You probably don't have as
much saved up as you think.  The world is an expensive and dangerous
place."

He stood back up without removing my gag,
but my hands were free now so I could take care of it myself.  I fell over onto
my side and reached back to massage my sore, cum filled ass.  It was still
burning from all of the spankings.

"Your clothes are in the
closet," he said.  He left me alone again and I lay on the floor for a
while, still rubbing my ass.  I finally pulled off the remains of the ropes and
tore away the gag.  I made my way to the shower, hoping this was the last time
I had to use this one.  When I was done, I got dressed and went down to my
room.

When I got there, though, my mouth dropped
in horror.  The room was torn apart.  What little belongings I had, mostly
clothes, were everywhere - most of them shredded and ruined.  My mattress was
leaning against the wall and all of my sheets were lying in a pile on the
floor.  I knew immediately that my money was gone.  I had nothing left except
the forty bucks that Frank had thrown at me upstairs.  That and the clothes on
my back.  It wasn't enough to leave with.  I wouldn't make it more than a
couple of days before I'd end up begging on the street.

Frank had figured out a way to make me
stay.  At least for a little while.   I should never have mentioned my money to
him earlier.  It was my own fault.  But I'll learn from my mistakes next time. 
And I'm not going to wait five more months, either.  Time to start coming up
with an exit strategy.