CHAPTER 6


 

MARGO WASN'T THRILLED about having to take a month off from work but she didn’t dare defy her bosses. Although the infection wasn’t directly related to her sexual activities, she could possibly pass the bacteria on to one of her clients. There were strict rules against working under such conditions. The doctor had given her a prescription for some antibiotics and told her to take it easy for a few weeks. Once she was cleared by him, he’d notify Agra and then Margo could get back to earning a living... not that she wasn’t getting a paycheck. The benefits of working under the protection of the Sisterhood were that her bosses made sure their whores were well taken care of. Of course, the whores had to obey the rules. If they didn’t, they were given their savings and banned from the group. Few of the "sisters" women were willing to give up the protection, full health coverage, a savings program and the freedom to come and go as they wished.

Bored from inactivity Margo decided to meet up with a couple of friends for a late night coffee. She had been trying to convince them to leave their pimps but Sylvie and Marcy were afraid. Sylvie’s boss was one of the most dangerous pimps.

Freddie was a smooth talking black man with no regard for women. As far as he was concerned, they were meant to service men without complaint. Their sole purpose was to make him rich, and if it took getting physical with the bitches to keep them in line then he had just the right people to enforce his interests... and they had no qualms about using extreme measures if one of them objected.

Candy was his newest acquisition and Margo was concerned about the rumors circulating about her refusal to work one night shortly after recovering from the flu. Fearing for her life, she finally gave in to his goons’ threats, but made the mistake of objecting to being slapped around by a client and not collecting her pay. Several whores had hinted that Freddie’s right hand man, Toby, had bragged about teaching her a lesson. He had boasted that he would make an example out of her in case the other whores got any ideas about complaining or leaving the stable.

Margo was taking a short cut home from a shopping spree when she saw the young girl lying in the shadows. Checking the area to make sure it was safe, she hurried over and knelt next to the body. If she hadn’t recognized Candy’'s clothing, she wasn’t sure she would have known the woman’s identity. Her badly beaten and bruised body was left in an alleyway near the whore’s local strip as a warning. Pulling out her cell phone, she quickly dialed a number while stroking the injured woman’s hair.

"It’s okay, baby," she murmured, keeping her voice low so she wouldn’t attract too much attention. "Hello? Miss Agra... this is Margo. I needs your help."

Quickly outlining the situation and her location she listened carefully to Agra's instructions, unconsciously nodding her head in understanding.

"Okay... but hurries up, please. If Freddie or his goons show up, I’m dead. He don’t like no interference with his hos... yes ma’am... thirty minutes... ok but I’m gonna try and get her out of sight just in case. This guy is trouble. No one crosses him... I’m scared, Ms. Agra... hurry please."

Hanging up, she looked up and down the street, checking to see if anyone was in the area. After making sure they weren’t attracting attention, she stood and grabbed Candy by her arms and pulled her further into the shadows. Candy moaned softly. Nervously, Margo put her hand across her lips and told her to hush. Then, sitting on the cold asphalt she waited for help to arrive.