Peter Jenkins - Drugged into sin

After she had finished her second drink and had signaled for her third, one of the girls who had been sitting at the bar walked over to her table.

"You're new in the stable, aren't you?" she asked, but it was more of a statement than a question.

"I don't know what you mean," she replied. "I'm new in the neighborhood, if that's what you mean."

"Oh, come on now. Everyone in here works for Price in one way or another, I just thought I'd come over and welcome you to this dirty little club and maybe give you a few pointers."

Christine began to relax again when she realized that now all of these girls were in the same position she was, and she invited the girl to sit down.

"Thanks," she said. "I could use a few kind words and some good advice, but first let me ask you a question."

"Sure… shoot," the other girl said.

"Is there any chance of getting away from this mess? I've got to get out of here. I just moved to the city and so much has happened in the last week, I don't feel that I can take much more of this. What would happen if I tried to leave or go to the police?"

"Wait, slow down, one at a time," she said. "To make it short, don't try to get away, Price owns half of this part of town and I'd hate to think what would happen to you if you tried and didn't get on the first boat or plane for South America before he caught you. That answer your question?"

She looked dejectedly at the soiled tablecloth and nodded. "Yes, I guess it does."

"Well, don't feel too bad. I've been in his 'employ' for about three years and after awhile it doesn't matter anymore. All men begin to look alike, their preferences are just a little different, but they are all bastards. If you cooperate with him from the beginning he may be easier on you than he was on me, but that's a long story and I won't bore you with it now. Maybe some other time. Anyhow, welcome to the sin colony, I must get back to work. Haven't hustled anyone yet today and I'm going to try to nail this man next to me. See you later." And she walked slowly back to the bar, nudging the man sitting next to her as she got into her seat.

Doesn't look very hopeful, she thought to herself and gulped down the rest of her third martini.

She hadn't been sitting there too much longer when a handsome young man hesitated at the doorway and then walked into the darkness of the room. Somehow he didn't fit in with the rest of the group, he seemed to be very shy judging from his actions even though his face was not very clear. He walked the length of the bar and sat at the table next to Christine. She tried not to stare at him, but the way he walked into the room looked familiar. His slow, steady gait was a walk that she had seen before. Darn it, she thought. I wish the light were better in here, or that I had my glasses, so I could see if it really is someone I know!

The young man ordered a beer and looked briefly around the bar, as though he were looking for someone. Finally his eyes met Christine's and he jumped out of his seat and came over to her table.

"Chris, my God, I've been looking all over this city for you!" he exclaimed.

She couldn't believe it! She looked up, and even through her alcoholic haze that was beginning to take hold on her, she knew that she was actually seeing him again. It was Jimmy!

"How in the world did you find me here," she asked, completely in a daze, not able to comprehend the reality of the situation. It seemed incredible that he could find her here in this place of all places in the city.

"It's so good to find you again, Chris. I've been going half out of my mind since I called the camp where you were supposed to be and they told me that you had never even applied for a job! What's going on, anyway?"

She was fighting back the urge to burst into tears and tell him the whole sordid story, but he just wouldn't understand. It seemed unbelievable to her also and she wouldn't believe such a preposterous story if it hadn't actually happened to her.

"It's a long story, Jimmy. I just couldn't go home to Pennsylvania and I wanted to get away and be on my own for awhile. Sometime I'll tell you the whole thing, but right now, sit down, it's so good to see you again."

"What are you doing in New York, Chris? How are you living without a job?"

"I've moved into sort of a boarding house run by this man Sam Price. Lots of other girls live there, too. He takes care and watches out for girls who come into the city and don't have anyplace to go. A girl I met at the first hotel I stayed at introduced me to him. Don't worry, I'll be all right."

"I don't like the sound of it, but I guess you're old enough to know what you want to do," he said, squeezing her hand affectionately. "Let's have another drink and I'll take you home. Besides, I'd like to be alone with you for awhile, it's been a long time and I've missed you."

She sat there, not knowing what to say, not knowing what Price would say when she took Jimmy back to her room. Would he try to charge him? She didn't know what she was going to do. Maybe she could get him to the side before he approached Jimmy and told him what the score was. She wanted to tell him everything and maybe he could help her escape, but if it backfired she would be punished and there was no telling what they would do to him, so she put this thought out of her mind. She tried to stall over her last drink, but he was anxious to go. She was aching to be alone with him, but afraid of what was going to happen.

Finally Jimmy got up and said, "Come on, sweetheart, let's go!" So she got up and headed for the door, noticing that the bartender gave her a knowing wink as she left. It made her skin crawl to think that that grubby little man thought that her Jimmy was just another "John", a trick, and that she had been successful in picking him up for a quick roll in the hay. She shuddered, grabbed hold of Jimmy's arm and went out into the daylight.

It only took about fifteen minutes to walk back to the house where she was staying, or rather being kept. She hesitated on the first step and said, "Are you sure you want to come up with me? You know what happened last time we were alone," she said, trying to pretend that everything was just the same as it had been the last time… that night in the barn at her uncle's farm.

"I'm sure, darling. Why, is there something wrong? You are acting very strange, aren't you glad to see me?"

"Oh yes, of course! How could you think otherwise! Let's go in."

No one ran up when they went in – in fact, it seemed as though the whole house were deserted, but she did get the feeling that someone was watching them just the same. Slowly she climbed the stairs to her room trying to be as quiet as possible, but hoping that Jimmy wouldn't notice her apprehension. Finally they reached the door of her room and went in.

He didn't waste much time in pulling her roughly into his arms and kissing her urgently.

"It's been so long since I've held you. God, I missed you," he whispered huskily kissing her lips, cheeks and neck.

She could feel an urgent tenseness building in her loins and she knew that she and Jimmy would be lovers that afternoon, but she was still afraid that someone would come in her room and afraid of what would happen when he finally found out her true situation.

His grip on her arms relaxed slightly and he let his hands fall gently down the contours of her body and rest firmly at the small of her back. He pulled her closer into him and she could feel the growing stiffness of his penis under the cloth of his trousers. She put her arms around him and clung to him suddenly with a desperation which was unmistakable. She seemed to want to say things, but no words would come until finally she managed simply to utter, "Love me, my darling, please love me. I want you so much!"

Tenderness and passion moved in his head and body and he pulled his mouth away from hers and brushed his lips down her long, soft neck to the gently rounded shoulders and down to the cleft between her full, white breasts. His fingers began to fumble with the buttons of her dress and he managed to unfasten it and let it drop to the floor so that she was clad only in her brassiere, silk bikini panties and stockings. His breath was coming rapidly as he devoured every inch of her young, voluptuous body with his eyes.