Trailer trash teen ch.7

Thirty minutes into Friday, Tina was sitting in
Razor’s parked SUV just outside his strip club, EZ’s.

An enormous wave of anxiousness washed over her as she
stared at the blinking lights that encircled the
building; she studied the entrance, the Budweiser beer
banners, and the large, well-lit marquee that promised
the “most beautiful women in town”. Looking down at
herself, the teenage girl could only sarcastically
think, Women?

Razor was on his cell phone. From what the girl could
gather he was speaking to one of his partners, but she
wasn’t exactly sure what the conversation was about.
He’d been pretty quiet to her for the last ten minutes
or so, ever since she’d finished giving him a blowjob.

She sighed and looked away. She couldn’t believe her
behavior, and was afraid of what she was becoming. She
looked out toward the club again and, for the
hundredth time since getting into Razor’s SUV, wished
she had cancelled when she’d had the chance. After
leaving Joey’s, she had almost done just that.
++++++++++

After returning from the 12-year-old’s, she had taken
her third shower that day. It’d been a numb shower.
Her body and her mind had been numb and her parting
words to Joey, that she was “no good”, had swum around
in her brain, unwilling to let go. She’d stood under
the hot stream of water for what seemed like forever,
her young mind unable to focus on anything clearly.
And after finishing she had gone out to her bedroom,
dripping wet and completely naked, and had picked up
the phone.

But she hadn’t dialed the number. After listening to
the dial tone for some time, she had slowly put down
the receiver, dried off and gotten dressed.

She had decided to wear the nicest dress she owned,
one that she had purchased the year before for the
homecoming dance. She felt odd wearing it now. That
night had been her first date with Leon. Things had
been so much different! Everything in her life had
been so much different.

But the dress hadn’t changed much, though Tina thought
it felt smaller than she remembered. Perhaps she’d
grown a bit. It was a red, slinky long-sleeved v-cut
dress which stretched around her petite young body to
about five inches below her panties. It was a simply
styled, nylon fabric dress which highlighted her
slender neck and tight small body. The sleeves were
tight to about her elbows, then loosened up and flowed
around her wrists. Its length revealed the difference
in her size since its purchase: she didn’t remember
having to push it down so much the year before! So
either the dress had shrunk, or she’d grown an inch or
two. It was hard to say.

After dressing she’d quickly done up her hair. The
dress didn’t look right with her hair down, she’d
decided, so she decided to wear it up. She used her
brush to pull her blonde hair back and up, and then
had used a barrette to bunch it together near the top
of her head. This caused some loose strands to come
cascading down which she had quickly brushed around
her ears and down her neck, which Tina decided looked
pretty sexy: it was, after all, all the rage in
Hollywood! And for a final effect, she had pulled two
long strands of hair out near her temples so that they
hung down her face to either side.

After she finished, Tina had stared at her sad
expression in the mirror and realized that she was
looking pretty good. She actually looked great.

She hadn’t had time to enjoy her new appearance long,
though. After applying a little make-up to cover up
what remained of her black eye, she had gone out to
the living room to wait because it was nearly time.

It was then that the 16-year-old had almost broken
down. What she’d told Joey an hour or so before had
come back to her with a vengeance: she was no good.
And perhaps tonight would seal that. She was, after
all, going to officially become a prostitute.

And then she saw Razor’s large SUV pull up outside her
trailer and she’d known she was out of time. So she’d
simply grabbed her purse, turned off the lights, and
headed out to the truck.

Razor had whistled when she got into the truck. She
was feeling angry and had to force herself to thank
him after he complimented her for her appearance. And
a few moments after that, she had snapped at him when
he’d asked her if she was “excited” that she would be
making money soon.

“Oh, yeah,” she’d said sarcastically. “I can’t wait to
‘ho myself out, it’s been my lifelong dream.”

Right after she’d said it she’d known it was a
mistake. Suddenly the truck lurched off to the side of
the road, and stopped. They had been coming up on the
exit to the freeway and were now parked on the
shoulder of a rather busy road.

“What the fuck did you just say?” he’d snapped after
the truck had stopped.

His tone was scary to the young girl, and it jolted
her out of her bitchy mood immediately. “N-nothing,”
she’d said.

He was staring at her, and he didn’t look happy. “You
going to get a fuckin’ attitude with me, now? That
it?”

She had shook her head and struggled to find words to
apologize as cars whizzed by on the road.

“Maybe you aren’t ready,” he said next. “Maybe you
need me to bring you the fuck home, to your shitty
little trailer, huh?”

“No, no,” she’d stammered. His sudden anger had been
unexpected, as was the threat of taking her home. He
seemed like he meant it.

“No, fuck you,” he’d spat. “I’m taking you home. You
acting like a spoiled little brat isn’t what I need.
You’re wasting my time.”

Then he’d thrown the truck into reverse, spun out
insanely fast, back onto the busy road, and sped away
the way they had come.

“NO!” Tina had cried, tears welling up in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

“Fuck you,” he’d said. “I shoulda known you were too
young for this.”

“I’m not too young!” she’d sobbed. “I’m so sorry, I’ll
be better, I need this, please!”

Silence followed for a moment as she sobbed. For the
first time since leaving Joey’s she felt like herself
again, as if the fog she’d been in had lifted. And she
found herself scared, and upset, and desperate: how
would she get the money for Saturday now?

Then, to her huge relief, the truck had once again
pulled over and stopped. Tina, sniffling, had looked
up at him expectantly. He was still looking pissed.

“You gonna stop being a bitch?” he’d asked.

She nodded imploringly.

Then he had sighed, shook his head a moment, and said,
“Alright. I’ll give you another chance. One last
chance. But don’t you ever disrespect me like that
again or I’ll send you packing, you hear?”

She had nodded as relief welled up through her. “I
will, I won’t, I swear,” she had stammered.

More carefully this time, Razor had turned the truck
around again. Then he’d said, “Why don’t you show me
you’re mature enough for this, then? Show a little
respect?”

Wiping away the tears from her eyes, she started to
ask, “What do you-,” when she saw. He had pulled out
his dick from his jeans, and it was semi-hard.

Just as they pulled out onto the freeway she began to
go down on him.

It was an awkward angle to give a blowjob, and Tina
had found her ass sticking up behind her as she
struggled to give good head in the speeding SUV. This
hadn’t seemed too bad to the young teenager, though:
after all, she had blown him before. Doing it with the
truck moving was just something new. At least he
wasn’t angry anymore.

“That’s good,” he had encouraged her as she bobbed her
head up and down in his lap. “Suck me off, show me
you’re sorry…”

She gave him the best blowjob she could, and had
frankly been relieved to have something to distract
her from her thoughts. She kept bumping her head into
the steering wheel at first but Razor didn’t mind, and
it hadn’t taken long for the girl to get a good rhythm
going. She bobbed her head in low, until her teeth
nearly touched his jeans zipper, then pulled back
while stroking his shaft with her small left hand. She
did this over and over, never quite able to deep-
throat at this angle, but causing him to sigh and
breath low above her all the same.

Once she really got going he had continued to
encourage her, each time sounding less angry than
before.

“That’s it, not bad, slower, faster…” he instructed.

She hung on his every word. She’d wanted to do the job
right, and it was actually turning her on blowing him
in the truck like this. Every time he said her name
she’d felt even more excited, until finally he was
ready.

When he turned on the dome light, Tina hadn’t thought
much of it. Perhaps he’d just wanted to get a better
look at her. And then he’d suddenly said, “Okay, I’m
going to cum… keep it in your mouth but don’t
swallow.”

She’d followed his instructions, and soon her mouth
was full of his warm sticky sperm. When he was done
cumming she pushed herself up and fell back into place
in the passenger’s seat, wondering why she wasn’t
allowed to swallow and feeling a breathless tingling
up and down her body.

Then Razor had said, “Look.”

She looked. Riding side-by-side with the SUV was a
large semi-truck. The driver, an overweight black guy,
could clearly be seen staring down at her with a grin
on his face.

Struggling from surprise not to swallow, she had
turned to Razor, eyes wide.

“He’s been watching for a while,” Razor had explained.
“Does that piss you off?”

Tina was blushing at this point, but she shook her
head. In truth, it really didn’t piss her off that
much. Instead, she found herself feeling somewhat…
excited! To be watched like that by a stranger was,
sexy, almost.

“I think he deserves something,” Razor then said. “Why
don’t you show him those small titties of yours?”

Tina blushed further. Her heart was racing by now in
excitement and embarrassment, but she realized that
she had to do what Razor suggested. This was obviously
some sort of test.

So the teenager had slowly sat up in her seat, turned
toward the large truck keeping pace with them, and
began unzipping her dress. When she finally looked up
at the man again his eyes were wide and he was
obviously having trouble keeping his truck under
control.

At that point, Tina had smiled. She wasn’t sure why:
perhaps it was because she felt in control somehow.
This guy couldn’t hurt her, he couldn’t even touch
her! As she smiled a dribble of cum had leaked out
from between her lips, just as she pulled her arms out
of the dress one by one. At this point Tina had
realized she growing wet: it was the rush of
adrenaline surging through her body, she would later
reason.

Her bra came off quickly, and Tina hadn’t hesitated to
press her small tits against the window of the SUV as
the man watched on. Just then, the window began going
down and a rush of air began blowing inside the truck.
Tina had to struggle to stay up.

“SHOW HIM WHAT’S IN YOUR MOUTH!” Razor had yelled over
the roar of the wind.

Pushing her body up higher, Tina had then leaned out
the window somewhat and opened her cum-filled mouth.
She couldn’t be sure the man saw anything at first,
but when the wind began blowing the sticky cum away
she heard him blow his truck’s loud horn.

Feeling the rush continue, Tina made a show of licking
the rest of the sperm off her fingers after wiping it
from her face. Her eyes maintained contact with the
trucker’s as she smiled sexily.

When the window began going up again Tina had pulled
back in time, and blown the trucker a kiss. Once the
window closed she leaned back in her seat and felt
satisfied, somehow. She almost felt like laughing!

Or, better yet, like fucking.

And then Razor had asked, “You want to fuck him?”

Tina’s heart stopped at his words. “Uhm…” she began,
breathlessly. Not once during the flashing had she
wanted to fuck _him_. Though she’d grown horny, she’d
thought of Razor.

“He’s gesturing for us to pull over,” Razor explained.

Tina looked back at the truck. Sure enough, the
trucker had turned on his interior lights, too, and
was repeatedly pointing to the shoulder of the
highway.

Not knowing what else to say, Tina had taken a deep
breath and said, “If you want me to.”

Just as she finished saying that Tina had been thrown
forward as Razor slammed on the brakes.

Okay, she had thought, no biggie, I’m going to fuck a
stranger, I’m going to do that later anyway…

And just then Razor had sped up again, pulling across
two lanes and onto an exit ramp.

“Good answer,” he had then said, smiling. “Very good.
But I don’t want you to fuck him. You did good, did
good… that was hot.”

Tina had sighed in relief.

And that’s when his cell phone had rung for the first
time. Tina had lit up a cigarette as Razor talked, as
they made their way back onto the freeway. They had
apparently missed their exit when she had been going
down on him but it wasn’t long before they were parked
in the lot of EZ’s.

Now Tina was lighting up another cigarette. The rush
and horniness had left since then, though only minutes
had passed. And that rush had been replaced by
anxiousness. She continued to wonder whether or not
she should have cancelled the whole thing when she’d
had the chance.

But she knew, the same as she’d known after her shower
and the phone had been her hand, that she had no
choice. The loan sharks her dad owed would be back on
Saturday and Tina had promised them money. God knew
what they might do if she didn’t have it, not only to
her, but to her father, too.

Fucking asshole, she thought, tears nearly forming in
her eyes. This was all his fault! The entire week,
everything, was his fault! From the moment he’d
punched her in the eye up until know, all of it had
been caused by him. Why did she even care if he got
hurt?

He’s never even been a real dad anyway, she thought
bitterly.

++++++++++


“Are you okay?” Razor asked.

Tina was startled at the sound of his voice. She
looked down at the clock: it was 12:35, now. She
nodded, not knowing what to say. She was somewhat
surprised at the tone of genuine concern his voice
held.

“You look really fucking good,” Razor said to her,
smiling. “I mean it.”

“Thanks,” she responded, her voice a whisper.

He reached over and brushed a long strand of hair from
her face. After pulling into EZ’s she’d had to redo it
somewhat, since the wind from the flashing had messed
it up.

“You don’t have to be nervous,” Razor whispered.
“Nothing bad is going to happen to you.”

She nodded. “I’m okay,” she said.

Then, to her surprise, he said, “Look, I’m sorry about
earlier. I was just worried I’d made a mistake about
you and I get pissed off when I think I made a mistake
about someone. You know?”

She didn’t respond. She didn’t know what to say.

He smiled. “I’m glad I didn’t make a mistake. The way
you acted back on the freeway… that proved it. You’re
going to do well here, make some good money. Don’t
worry.”

She nodded again. Suddenly she felt stupid, like a
little kid: she’d asked for this! She wanted to be
here, had chosen to be. She felt embarrassed that
Razor saw how nervous she was. Thinking quickly Tina
said, “It’s not this, I was just, thinking about…
school.”

He leaned back. “What about it?” he asked, obviously
not believing her.

Hands trembling, Tina finished her cigarette and
flipped it out the window. Then she said, “I, uh,
really have to go to class tomorrow. But, I missed the
last three days… without permission… so my dad needs
to bring me.”

Razor nodded. “But you said he’s out of town?”

“Yeah,” she said. “So I’m just, pretty much fucked I
guess. Until Monday at least.”

“I understand,” Razor said kindly. After a brief pause
he continued, “Tell you what. I’ll bring you in myself
in the morning.”

She looked at him in surprise. “Really?”

“Sure,” he responded, shrugging.

“But what if… I mean, what if they don’t think you’re,
uh, him?”

“They’ll believe me. Trust me, I’ll make sure of
that,” Razor grinned, his eyes turning hard. Tina
shuddered at the sight: there was an underlying menace
there which thrilled her and terrified her at the same
time. It was similar to the look he’d given her
earlier after she’d pissed him off.

She couldn’t help but smile in disbelief now, though.
“That is so… thank you, Razor! … You don’t know how
much… I mean, I’ve been so worried…”

“You don’t need to worry,” he interrupted the girl.
“Not about anything. Okay?”

She stared at him and felt genuine relief and
appreciation. For the second time this week, Razor’s
generosity would save her. First when he’d given her
the money to pay her dad on Monday, and now this.

Plus, she reminded herself, he was giving her the
opportunity to earn money for herself, now. She owed
him a lot.

And, she thought, he hadn’t done anything bad to her!
If anything, she’d been bad to him. She realized now
that she really had deserved his anger earlier when
she was acting like such a bitch, and vowed not to
behave like that again.

“Alright,” Razor finally broke the silence which had
filled the truck. “We’d better get in. Just stick
close to me and make sure you don’t say anything,
alright? It’s going to be really loud so just follow
my lead.

“I’m going to bring you through the main bar, just so
you can see it. You won’t be working there. But after
that I’ll show you how to get in and where you’ll be
working.

“And after the bar closes,” he said, as if he were
giving the best news in the world, “I’ve chosen you to
entertain some special guests.”

“What… does that mean?” she asked.

Razor smiled. “The bar closes at 2am. Has to, because
of our liquor license. But occasionally we have… after
hour get-togethers. Tonight a group of five high
rollers from Texas, oil men, are going to be here.
They usually stop by whenever they’re in town, and
they always want a special show. And I’ve chosen you
to be one of the two girls entertaining.”

Tina nodded, unsure of the significance of this.

Razor looked slightly annoyed. “You said you needed
money, right?”

“Yeah,” she responded.

“Well, there’s not enough time for you to make much.
But these guys tip big, really big. All the girls beg
me to be there when they’re in town, but I’ve chosen
you.”

“Thanks,” Tina finally said. Realizing her tone, she
added quickly, “Seriously, Razor, thank you… I’ll do a
good job. I promise.”

He nodded after a pause. “Okay,” he said. “Let’s get
going.

“And remember,” he reiterated, “Whatever you do, stay
close to me. I don’t want you getting lost.”

“Okay,” Tina responded, her anxiety level rising once
more.

They got out of the truck and headed towards the club.
Tina’s legs felt rubbery and she couldn’t stop pushing
down her dress. She kept looking around the parking
lot, filled with cars, and the blinking lights of the
building. It all felt so surreal.

Upon entering, Tina’s senses were immediately
overwhelmed by the darkness, the flashing strobe
lights, and loud rock music. The bouncer, a large
Mexican looking man, merely nodded respectfully at
Razor as the two passed by.

As they proceeded farther into the main bar, Razor was
stopped several times by people he knew wishing to
talk to him. This gave Tina a chance to take in her
surroundings, and catch her breath.

Along one wall stretched a long bar, behind which were
three attractive women dressed in tight white shirts
and black miniskirts. They were bustling to fill
glasses and take orders: every barstool was taken,
filled by men of all sizes and ages. The clientele
included men from their early 20’s to late 50’s,
wearing everything from suits to factory jumpsuits.
But none of the men were paying attention to the
attractive bartenders. Instead, they were turned with
their eyes fixed in the opposite direction.

That’s where the main stage was, and as Tina panned
over toward it, her heart skipped a beat. The stage
was T-shaped, its long walkway stretching out into the
heart of the room then forming a wider stage which
reached out, creating the top of the T. The stage was
lined with soft lights, but the floor itself was white
and lit from underneath making it glow. Mirrors on the
ceiling and flashing strobe lights made the whole
scene appear unlike anything Tina had ever seen.

It was about four feet off the main floor and along
all sides were chairs filled with slack-jawed men
drinking beer, holding out money, or flirting with
scantily clad women. And on the stage were the
dancers.

Tina immediately saw that they were beautiful.
Presently the two young women, probably in their early
to mid 20’s, were writhing around poles set up along
the walkway. They were both wearing high-heeled
stilettos, skimpy thongs, and tight, tiny tops which
barely covered their large chests. Both women spun
around the poles expertly, dropped to their knees on
the floor, then continuing their erotic dances up and
down the stage.

Tina watched with amazement. The women were not only
experts at this, they seemed to be enjoying
themselves. Perhaps it was an act, but if so, they
were damned good actresses! They were continuously
smiling, licking their lips, squatting toward the men,
and basically behaving as if they were getting off on
it.

Tina heard an announcer over the loud rock and roll
music announce the next song, ending his rapid speech
by saying, “…and that’s song number two gentlemen, you
know what that means!”

A loud burst of applause mixed in with whoops of
approval erupted from the men. Tina felt pushed from
behind as a couple men surged toward the stage, drinks
in hand. She regained her stance and then looked
around, confused. Razor was still talking with a
large, beefy man who seemed pissed off. When Tina
looked back at the stage, she suddenly understood the
crowd’s excitement, though.

The women were taking off their tops. One of the two,
with larger breasts and bleach-blonde hair, pulled
hers off nonchalantly then immediately continued her
dance. The other, however, made a real show of it.

She was definitely the more attractive of the two,
Tina thought. She was a tall, slender Asian woman
probably 20 or 21 years old. She had a bigger chest
than Tina without a doubt, but it was smaller than the
blonde she danced with. Her hair was short and jet-
black, and she was wearing dark eyeliner on her pale,
Asian face.

And she knew how to please the audience, that was for
sure! She unclasped the front of her tiny covering
then paused. Tina noticed that many of the men
continued staring at her, though the other dancer was
now topless. This black-haired woman then began to
writhe with the song, swinging her body ever so
subtly, as she ran her hands up her sides. Then,
gripping a pole with her left hand, she swung onto it
fast enough to force her top open. When her breasts
were suddenly revealed, a whoop of appreciation came
from the crowd. Tina found herself smiling, too.

This stripper wasn’t just a dancer: she was a
performer! She had the crowd in the palm of her hand.

Tina found herself gripping Razor’s arm tightly as the
show continued. She was amazed at the way the women
received their “tips”. She saw the blonde crawl over
to a group of men near the stage on all fours, then
take their money by pressing her breasts together
around it. The black-haired woman, meanwhile, slid
down from a pole onto her butt, scooted forward, and
then dangled her legs over the shoulders of one of the
men near the stage. She then lay back and winked at
the other men while he pulled the waistband of her
thong away from her slender body, shoved in a couple
of bills, then step away. The dancer then leaned
forward, kissed his forehead, and swung her legs
around and stood in one expert, catlike motion.

“TINA!” Razor yelled in her ear.

She jumped, then blushed in embarrassment. She looked
at him.

“THAT’S LUCY!” he said, pointing to the Asian cat on
stage. “SHE’S GOING TO BE YOUR PARTNER TONIGHT WITH
THE OIL MEN!”

Tina gulped and nodded. How could she compete with
her, she wondered?

Razor then gestured for her to follow, and she let
herself be led away, all the while holding his arm and
taking in the scene of the barroom. She noticed that
many of the strippers not currently on stage were
sitting with the bar’s patrons: on their laps and
otherwise. She also noticed one woman with red hair
lead a man by the hand toward the back of the room.
There was a door there.

Ahh, Tina thought.

She continued to follow Razor around tables and past a
couple booths. She noticed that many people,
waitresses, strippers, and customers, were stepping
out of his way as he approached. They must know him,
she realized. All the same, Tina caught several of the
men she passed stare at her, some with curiosity and
others with longing.

Tina couldn’t help but feel flattered: for men to want
to look at her while those two beautiful women were
dancing naked on stage was a huge compliment!

Eventually they reached a door opposite the way they
had come in. Another Mexican-looking man sat on a
stool outside it, and even in the dark atmosphere he
was wearing sunglasses. She heard Razor yell at him,
“WHAT’S UP, ENRIQUE?”

The large man shrugged his hefty shoulders, then
gripped the doorknob and opened the door for Razor.
Tina followed him inside.

Once the door shut behind them, and the music was
deafened, Tina caught her breath. She’d been holding
it, she realized. Razor smiled at her.

“And that’s EZ’s,” he said. “The main floor, anyway,
but definitely not the most profitable part.

“Back there,” he pointed down the long hall, “is the
way you’ll come whenever you arrive.