Trafficked Love Ch. 1

Chapter One: Get “Rich” Or Die Trying

She leaned up against the brick wall of the local thrift store, close to Harrisburg Pike and Mound Street. It wasn’t the best of areas, but Angel had certainly been in worse. Her grey jean shorts, tshirt, and vest were worn. She wore black boots that were in desperated need of replacement. A lit cigarette hung loosely out of the corner of her mouth. She watched as a few cars drove about in the parking lot. She heard shouting, catching her attention as her gaze shifted to two men arguing under one of the lights in the lot. No doubt things would soon get physical between them.

As she watched them, her hands in her pockets, she heared footsteps behind her. She gripped the knife in her pocket tightly and her body tensed, the footsteps getting closer.

“Angel” a male voice spoke from behind her.

She stayed still, watched the two arguing men. Her body relaxed a bit. He was no threat to her, she knew him.

“Angel” his voice a bit more stern.

She looked toward the ground, inhaling on the cigarette in her mouth before reaching up and pulling it out, and flicking the filter to knock off the loose ash.

“Come on girl” she saw him nod and tilt his head out of the corner of her eye, ushering her to follow.

She took another hit from her cigarette before smothering it out on the bottom of her boot. She pushed herself away from the brick wall and followed him. Her hands back in her pockets, she followed him behind the building, and to a black four door 2012 chevy pick up truck. The windows were tinted dark enough that it almost seemed that there were no windows. He opened the driver’s door and got in, shutting the door behind him. Angel walked around the car and got in the passenger’s side.

He started the car, threw it into gear and drove back around the building and across the parking lot.

Angel stared out the window. The two arguing men were fighting now, grabbing and throwing each other around.

“There’s a party tonight at PD” he informed her, “you’re on.”

Angel was silent. She didn’t mind performing at the PD, it was fairly public, the bouncer was pretty nice, and always looked out for the girls. All she’d really have to do is stand on stage and shake her ass for a bit. It was quick money, and she was glad that was all she’d have to do tonight.

“Here” he tossed her a bag, making her jump a bit.

Angel opened the bag, and pulled out a black studded bra and matching hot pants.