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She would be a popular one with the other pimps. Angel would have to keep an eye on her; keep her safe. She sighed, and then headed to the restroom.
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Upstairs, Angel sat with Riggs and his girl Candy. He was one of the few pimps she trusted. He was best friends with Rich, and treated his girls in the same fashion. Riggs had just finished telling Angel about his newest girl, who he was hoping to get clean from a habitual drug use.
"Um, miss Angel?"
Angel turned and looked up at Brynn, who had just returned from eating.
The girl held out a handful of money; the change from her meal.
Angel took the loose change from the girl. "Keep the cash. All the girls should keep some cash on them, just in case. I'll take the change, since you have nowhere to put it," she looked over the girl's booty shorts, bra, and fishnets.
The girl nodded, slipping the cash into her bra.
"Sit down," Angel scooted over on the bench seat, noticing Brynn's wobbly legs.
She sat, and Angel could tell the girl was grateful to get off her feet.
"How long you been working tonight, Brynn?"
"Since three."
Angel looked over to Riggs, who checked his watch with a surprised expression.
"It's just past one."
Angel turned back to Brynn, "you've been on your feet nine hours, sit for a while."
"It was slow for a while, and we're short a dancer."
Angel nodded, "you been working the floor too?"
Brynn nodded.
"How old are you?"
"I'll be eighteen next month."
Angel's jaw tensed. She hated the fact that Rich was recruiting underage girls. But she had no say in what he did, and she couldn't control the girls' decision to fall into this lifestyle.
Angel reached down and grabbed Brynn's left ankle. She brought the girl's leg up, and set it in her lap before slipping off her high heel. Angel's brow furrowed, seeing the blisters on the girl's foot. "You need shoes that fit Brynn."
Brynn didn't respond.
"What size shoes do you usually wear?"
"Eight."
Angel glanced up at the girl, "these are two sizes too small." When the girl didn't respond again, Angel added, "I'll take you back to the apartment tonight. I've got a pair of heels you can have."
"Rich wants me out tonight."
Angel gave the girl a hard stare, "he'll get over it. You've worked long enough tonight, and you need a decent pair of shoes if you're going to do anything else."
Riggs chimed in, "a girl needs a good foundation to build on. You sure as hell ain't gonna make any money on the street if you can't walk it."
Brynn bowed her head.
"Give me your other foot."
Brynn brought her other foot up to Angel's lap, and watched as she took that heel off too.
Candy, who had been quietly enjoying her drink, grimaced at the sight of Brynn's feet, "girl, you gotta soak those is warm water. Put some baking soda in there and rub it over them blisters."
Riggs gave her a questionable look.
"What?" She asked, annoyed.
"How you know baking soda good for blisters?" Riggs questioned.
"Cause I used to do that to my baby boy's bath when he had diaper rashes on his ass."
There wasn't a response for a long while. Then Riggs finally leaned over in his seat, balancing his elbows on his knees, "how come I don't know you gotta kid?"
Candy shrugged, "you ain't never asked."
Brynn looked up at Candy, "where's your son now?"
"Services took him when they found out I worked the street," she took a swig from her drink.
Brynn lowered her head again.
"They give him to his daddy?" Riggs asked quietly.
Candy's lips pouted a bit, "I ain't know who the damn dude is. They gave him to some nice family and I ain't seen him since. He'd be eight next month though."
Riggs shook his head in disbelief.
"It was before you, daddy," Candy reassured him.
Angel chewed on her lip. It was a risk all the girls took in this life. Any one of them could get knocked up. Most pimps were quick to drive the girl to the local clinic, or take them to some back alley quack with a coat hanger. Most of the girls who were drug addicts would miscarry, or the hospital would take the baby if they happened to actually make it that far in the pregnancy. Others, like Candy, had their children taken by child services, because the theory is that a woman in such a life can't take care of herself, much less a baby.
Personally, Angel had only had to deal with the issue once, back before Rich claimed her. She'd miscarried, and she honestly thought it was better that way.
"Well aren't we all nice and cozy?" Bishop's voice echoed through Angel, making the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She looked up at him, her eyes cold.
He smirked down at her, "where's daddy?"
Angel didn't respond.
"He let you off your leash?"
"Rich is with some of his new girls tonight," Riggs clarified.
Bishop's eyebrows raised in surprise, "and he promoted you to Bottom Bitch?"
Angel's jaw clenched, making Bishop laugh at her tension.
Bishop sat down next to Brynn, putting an arm around her shoulders, "I don't recognize you. You must be new here." He pulled the girl closer to him, inhaling the scent of her hair.
Angel stood, nodding for Brynn to scoot over so Angel could sit between the two of them.
"Aww, what's wrong? Afraid I'll steal her away?" Bishop snickered.
Angel rolled her eyes, "more like afraid she'll pass out from the amount of cologne you reek of," she retorted.
Bishop's eyes narrowed, "you got a mouth on you."
"Usually," Riggs muttered, making Angel smirk at him.
"Does your daddy know you have such a lack of respect?" Bishop questioned.
"My respect is earned," Angel snapped, "and it's just something about your misogynistic, narcissistic attitude that really brings out the bitch in me."
Her retort was met with a slap across her cheek, as Bishop snarled at her. "You want misogyny, well you're in the right place. This industry is built on it; seeping misogyny from its cracks and folds, oozing misogyny from its pores; heaving hot misogyny on its foul breath." With every word, Bishop closed the distance between the two of them, until he was nose to nose with him.
She didn't flinch; looking him square in the eyes. "You kiss your mother with the same mouth you've buried between some thirteen year old thighs, hug her with the same arms that break bones and crush souls. I may be drowning in misogyny, but you're the rotting flesh it pours from."
Bishop laughed, leaning away from her, tossing his head back in a loud, bellied laugh, "such a shame to waste such a beautiful piece of meat with such a foul mouth."
"What's a shame is how close your own demise is, yet you're blind to see it."
Bishop narrowed his eyes.
"Your power relies on two thing," Angel snarled, "lower pimps who want to be you, and girls who want to end you."
"If you've got something to say to me," Bishop leaned in towards her, his voice just shy of a growl, "you better say it quick, otherwise it sounds a bit like a.."
"Conspiracy?" Angel interrupted. "The difference is, a conspiracy is just an idea."
Bishop's eyes narrowed, his lip curled in a crude snarl, "are you threatening me?"
Angel glared at him, "I'm not stupid enough to threaten you." She stood abruptly, ushering Brynn to her feet and past Bishop, before following the girl. She stopped on the other side of Bishop, glaring down at him, "it's a promise."
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