I Want You to Know

Part 37

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Justin had been silent for the last few hours of the trip and Brian could tell he was in a foul mood. Wanting to try to make it better somehow, he turned to look at his partner and said, "I'm sorry Sunshine. This is all my fault. If I hadn't hit her,.." he trailed off.

"You're right, it is all your fault Brian, but I'm used to cleaning up your messes. Only I never thought you'd raise a hand to one of your children.  I guess you did learn a few things from Jack after all."

"That was low."

"Whatever, can you go a little faster, our daughter IS sitting in jail with a bunch of criminals." Justin was annoyed and didn't relish having this conversation now.

"Well according to the officer, she is a criminal too, Justin. She was prostituting herself."

"At least she got paid for it."

Brian stared ahead, trying to keep his temper from flaring, he reached over and turned the radio on. As the music blasted he allowed his anger with Justin to slip away, he could understand how upset his partner was, because he was just as upset. Starting an argument wouldn't do either of them any good now. They had to focus on Sascha and helping her get through this ordeal.

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JUSTIN'S POV

I am so sick of cleaning up his messes, I've been doing it for twenty-one years now. This time he went too fucking far, this time he almost caused us to lose Sascha. I can only imagine what she has had to do to stay alive these last few weeks. I know she wasn't innocent, hell she was all but fucking a twenty-six year old man, but she was still my little girl. I hated to think of her scared and alone up there in that big city, she was only seventeen for god's sake. She was still so much a little kid trapped in a woman's body.

She was a very beautiful young woman, and she could use that to her advantage. She had learned too many of Brian's tricks and inherited way too fucking many of his talents. I don't think I have ever seen any man not be infatuated with her the instant she walked into the room. She just lights up the place.

Now she's sitting in a cold dark jail cell being charged with prostitution. I'm going to kill her, but first I'm going to hug her tight. I looked back over at him, wanting to stay mad at him longer but he just looked so, I don't know, sad, worried, alone, and I found myself falling in love all over again. He could do that to me when I least expected it. A smile, a laugh, a look, that was all it took sometimes.

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Sascha sat in the darkened cell, wondering how the hell she was going to get out of here. She had no one to call, and she wasn't about to call her parents, they would kill her if they ever found out what she had been doing to survive. She let her mind wander back to earlier that night. She stepped off the stage, counting her tips as she went. It had been a good night and she totaled the entire night's take and was walking away with three hundred fifty-three dollars for three hours worth of work. She had tried to escape out the back without being seen by Carlisle with no luck, he had been waiting for her next to the door.

"Goin' somewhere, Barbie?" She hated her stage name, but it fit, she did look like a Barbie doll up there, albeit an X rated version.

"Just to grab a smoke before meeting that customer," she lied.

"The smoke can wait til after you're done." He grabbed her elbow and dragged her through the dressing room, stopping to go through the various outfits hanging in her locker and chose the white, crocheted dress and told her to put it on. He stood watching her undress and she got that awful feeling in the pit of her stomach again at the way he leered at her. She always felt like she needed a bath after he looked at her.

She slid the dress over her head, her hands shaking, and stepped into the heels he had laid out as well. Carlisle looked her up and down, nodding for a moment then slid his hands up her dress and unhooking her bra, pulling it off of her, his fingers brushing against her nipples as he did. Once he was satisfied she looked good enough, he leaned in and kissed her cheek, whispering in her ear as he did.

"Mr. Matthews is going to cum in his pants when he sees you. Have a few drinks with him then ask him if he wants to go back to my office. Make sure you get the money first. I've prearranged the amount with him, make sure you count it, there should be a thousand bucks there."

She thought about the amount of money he had just said, she knew she only got forty percent of that but still that was a lot of money for what she had to do. She argued with herself that it was just sex, nothing big. Only it wasn't for her, even though she had given plenty of blow jobs she had never actually had sex. But that was all about to change. With the money she made tonight she could move out of that roach infested motel she had been staying in and finally find an apartment of her own. Then she could start to look for a real job, and get the hell out here.

She sat at the small table with the dark-haired man that reminded her of her father and thought about what she was going to do in a few short minutes. She downed her drink and ordered another, trying to calm her nerves some before going to the back with this man. Once she calmed her nerves enough, she leaned into him and whispered, "so wanna come to the back with me?"

"And just what did you have in mind?" He smelled of alcohol and old spice and the scent made her want to vomit. She looked up into his eyes and for just an instant heard her father call her his little Sunshine and almost walked out of there. But she stood her ground because if she went home now, they won.

Back in Carlisle's dark office she stepped out of her dress and smiled provocatively at the older man. Leaning over him so her breasts just barely caressed his skin she whispered in his ear, "So what do you want?"

"What are you offering?"

"I can do whatever you want me to," she purred.

"Tell me what you do and how much it will cost."

"I can blow you then let you do whatever it is you want, it's all up to you. And the price was prearranged."

"So a thousand gets me what exactly?" he questioned again.

"For a thousand you get a blow job and straight sex. For anal it costs an additional two hundred, for me and another girl it'll cost you an additional thousand." She knew that if Carlisle knew she was charging more he would beat her, but the money was too tempting to resist.

"Thanks, beautiful, you just made it real easy for me. You're under arrest. Put your hands behind you head," he said as he handed her the dress from the floor.

She was brought back to the present when she heard the guard call out her name.

"Taylor-Kinney, let's go, you made bail."

She stood and inched out of the cell quickly, trying to avoid the guard's prying hands as she led her back towards the processing room. An hour later she stepped out into the waiting room to face her fathers.

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