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             I had barely even unbuttoned my coat, when he grabbed my shoulders and threw me onto the bed. He ripped my shirt up over my head, grinding his body against mine.
             I wanted nothing more than to shove him off and run far away, from this hell I had created for myself, but instead I lay there as he ripped off my clothes, and stripped me of all self respect.
             After he was done undressing me, he went to work on himself, pulling off his pants swiftly. He fell back on top of me and shoved himself inside, causing pain to rip through my body. A painful cry escaped my mouth, and I disguised it as a moan, causing him to go faster.
             He pulled out of me. "Get up," he said with urgency in his voice. I must have gone too slow, as he grabbed my arms, and lifted me off the bed. He shoved me hard against the wall, the hard drywall connecting with my already sore back.             

            "Tell me you want me," he moaned in my ear, his foul breath filling my nose. I didn't know talking was part of my new profession, and I was battling with myself to make myself speak. He slapped me hard in the face. "Tell me!"
             "I want you," I said, trying not to let tears spill from my eyes. "I want you bad."
             He smiled, getting on the floor, pulling me on top of him. I tried to put my mind somewhere else as he stared up at me, his dark eyes piercing my broken soul.
             He moaned, and flipped me over, so that he was on top now, and he didn't stop until I felt him cum inside of me. Tears did spill now and I tried to wipe them away quickly. He stood up, and threw my clothes on top of me, and without a word, he walked out.
             I dressed quickly, longing to be out of there, but knowing after this I would just be going to another hotel, to get with another guy, who would probably be even more violent than the last.
             I gathered the wad of cash he left for me, and hurried out the door, looking for the big black car Jack had parked outside. The car pulled up and Jack opened the door for me. "Get in," he said. I sat down on the dark leather seats, and reached out a shaky hand to shut the door behind me.
             "Hopefully, you didn't fuck that one up to. That guy is a major customer," Jack said, sounding a little more bitter than normal. I gritted my teeth, still able to feel that perverts disgusting juices inside my body. Jack lit a cigarette, then passed it to me.
              "This next guy is a mean drunk, and when he is drunk, almost impossible to please. So let's hope for your sake he's sober," Jack said, almost threateningly.
              "I'll make him happy," I said with false confidence. Jack pulled up to the door of yet another sleezy hotel, and I got out slowly, not exactly anxious to get inside. I knocked on the door, going through the routine of four knocks and rehearsing whatever line Jack gave me. The guy opened the door, and the smell of whiskey hit me hard in the face. It didn't matter much to me though, that he was drunk.
             I walked in quickly thinking, good maybe he'll be drunk enough to kill me.