She walked into the bar a girl not
quite nineteen, who looked more like someone in their thirties.
The black dress she wore barely covered her slightly rounded
bottom and the front of the dress was cut low exposing the top
part of her cleavage. She had donned a pair of black tights not
for modesty's sake, but because it was cold on the street. It was
the day before Christmas and times were hard for a working girl
like Cassandra. Cassandra that was her given name, but she liked
being called Cassie so she never told anyone her real name.
Cassie just sounded sexier to her. She had long dark auburn hair
and legs that didn't quit. With her shoes off Cassie was five
foot six inches tall, most of that length was legs. Her lips were
adorned with a bright, sparkly purplish red lipstick and her
eyelids had three layers of mascara applied to them. She had a
faint Yankee accent when she spoke which people in Texas did not
find charming what so ever.
"Hey Cassie," Thomas her sometimes
boyfriend, full time pimp called to her, "get your fine butt over
here right now!"
Cassie smiled at the guy near the bar
who was looking her up and down. She was used to attention and
she liked it. Good thing, prostitutes got lots of attention
especially in a bar on Christmas Eve. Sucking her stomach in and
throwing her breasts upward and outward she glided over to Thomas
making sure the guy got a good look at her.
"Hey Thomas," Cassie said kissing his
forehead, "how's tricks?"
"I was just about to ask you the same
question, girl," he snapped back.
Cassie had parked herself across from
Thomas and ordered a cocktail from the waitress. The waitress was
eyeing Thomas as she walked back to fill the order. Cassie felt
the color rising in her cheeks.
"Who is she, Thomas?" Cassie
"She just wants a piece of me," Thomas
replied grinning sheepishly, "I may oblige her later on."
Cassie shot a look at Thomas that
would have sent any normal man to his knees, but Thomas picked up
his drink and swallowed the bourbon without remorse. He did
however notice as he smoked his cigarette that Cassie had new
bruises on her forearms.
"Where in the hell did you get those?"
he almost screamed the words at her.
"Some John who didn't want to pay,"
Cassie replied, "when I told him tough that's the breaks he
grabbed my arms and gave them a squeeze. I got loose and sprayed
him good with that pepper spray you gave me. He was one mad soul,
because I lifted his wallet."
"Nice work," Thomas almost purred the
words at her, "let me kiss them and make them better."
Cassie smiled and batted her eyelids
at Thomas as he began lightly kissing her up and down her injured
arms. The cute little blonde waitress returned with Cassie's
drink and Thomas reached out and ran his hand up the woman's
thigh. She groaned softly and leaned toward Thomas. Cassie sat
watching for as long as she could and then stood up and bitch
slapped the waitress. Red marks appeared where Cassie had smacked
her. The waitress frightened by the exchange ran toward the
"Thomas," Cassie practically hissed
the words at him, "I have had enough of your crap and I am going
back home. At least there I don't have to walk the street and do
the things you expect of me. I thought you loved me."
Thomas smiled at Cassie. It was a
dangerous smile, but Cassie had no way of knowing at the time how
deadly it was.
"Well little Miss High and Mighty,"
Thomas chanted, "your Daddy's girl and he set you up for life,
but here you are playing the game just like the rest of my girls.
You know you won't leave me baby because we are tight. Yes sir,
you and me girl against the world."
With this Thomas walked around to
where Cassie was standing and bear hugged the more than slightly
angry young woman. Cassie tried to pull away from him, but after
a minute or two she just stood there lost in his embrace.
"Yes Thomas," she finally sighed, "we
are tight. I just don't understand why I can't be your only
girlfriend. Why are you with all those other women?"
"Well baby it's like this," he said
trying not to laugh, "you're a whore and I can't trust no whore.
My Daddy told me that when I was twelve and I know he was
It was as if someone had poured cold
water on her. She stood silent as a statue for a moment and
thought about all the times she had caught him cheating, lying,
and stealing from her. Moments of anger and heartache came in a
rush till she had to steady herself by grabbing onto the
"You know what I think baby girl,"
Thomas said smirking at her, "you got no trust fund and this is
the only means you have of surviving."
Cassie never said a word. Her face was
white as the napkin she was using to clean the lipstick off her
lips. She would not let him see her cry, so she turned and made
her way back out of the door.
"You aint going nowhere," Thomas
yelled at her as she made her escape, "You'll be back. Yes sir,
you'll be back."
Cassie didn't come back. She left the
bar and made her way back to the apartment she shared with
Thomas. Her suitcase was packed and she had taken off all her war
paint. A different woman stared out at her from the
"You," she said pointing at her image
in the mirror, "I like."
She hitched a ride with a nice looking
college student that was going in the same direction she was. He
was a grad student at the university in her home town. They rode
in silence listening to the radio and from time to time
commenting on songs they both liked.
The radio announcer halfway through
one of Cassie's favorite songs broke in with an important news
"The infamous pimp Thomas Dillon," the
radio announcer said, "has just been arrested for the murder of a
young woman. Authorities say Mr. Dillon thinking one of his girls
was getting ready to break away from her life of prostitution
accidently killed a waitress at a local bar who was waiting for
him at his apartment. We will update you as we receive more
The college student could not
understand why the pretty young thing he had picked up wanted him
to pull over to the side of the road. As he did Cassie threw
Tears streamed down her checks and the
young man could hear Cassie saying, "Thank you, Lord."