Free Used By The Mob by Louise Cayne Page A

dumped her on the
gut-laden floor of the factory. Forcing her legs apart, they one by
one unfastened their belts and took turns fucking her. She was in a
state of shock, breathing rapidly and jerking frantically as though
she was having a seizure. It didn’t stop the workers though, and
when they had finished, they each put a few notes in her purse and
proceeded to leave her, bruised and traumatised, curled up and
staring into space whilst bathing in a shallow trough half filled
with animal blood.
    Things were never the same for Stacey after that night. She
did her best to stay away from that area, but Bubba made damn sure
she did as she was told. Her response to this was more drugs.
Harder drugs, to numb her body so no matter what morbid acts they
wished to carry out, it wouldn’t affect her. One miserable night
during a torrential downpour, just after the labourers were about
to clock off, a silver car pulled up next to where Stacey was stood
by the kerb. It wasn’t the kind of car she expected to see around
there; it was clean, and it was expensive.
    ‘Damned out-of-towners,’ she muttered to herself.
    “Move along hot-shot, you don’t have a note small enough for
me,” She shouted sarcastically at the tinted windows before
inhaling a mouthful of whatever it was that Bubba had laced her
smokes with.
    The back window slid down and Stacey gasped as she set eyes on
a handsome man wearing a grey suit. He said nothing, just smiled as
he looked her up and down a few times and nodded to himself. Her
make-up had run down her face but she still looked pretty. Somehow
it made her look more innocent, like she had been crying. Her short
black dress was dripping, clinging to her body as though it was her
skin and her nipples were hard and clearly visible due to the cold.
Even so, she mustered a somewhat desperate smile of her
own.
    “Are you lost?” The man asked coyly.
    Stacey was taken aback. He had such a powerful voice. Not
loud, just deep and commanding. She tried to answer, but only
managed to mumble something incomprehensible.
    “Please, forgive me,” he said confidently. “I was trying to be
funny. I know you’re not lost, this is your patch
right?”
    Stacey’s smile slowly faded.
    “It’s 30 dollars, sir.”
    The man sighed and opened the car door fully, before shuffling
across to the other side.
    “Please, get in, you’re soaked.”
    There was something different about this man, but Stacey
hadn’t figured out whether it was for better or for worse. Still,
faced with another tortuous night in the processing plant, getting
into an attractive and evidently rich man’s car seemed like an
obvious choice.
    “Thank you,” she said, as she sat down on the leather seat
directly opposite her mysterious client.
    “Take us home,” he ordered, glancing towards the equally
well-dressed driver. “My name is Mark, and if you don’t mind me
saying, you are an incredibly attractive woman.”
    Stacey blushed and looked away, wearing a bashful
smile.
    “Do you have a name?”
    “Of course, I have a name,” she giggled. “It’s
Stacey.”
    “Stacey, I like that name. I don’t know any other Stacey’s,
you’d think I would in my line of work, but I don’t, so….It’s nice
to meet you Stacey.”
    She wasn’t used to guys talking to her, unless it was the
usual ‘you’ve been a bad girl,’ or ‘you’re nothing but a cheap
whore,’ disposable kind of comment she got from most of her
clients, and although she welcomed the attention she was receiving
from Mark, it took her a while to feel at ease with it.
    “Thanks,” she replied quietly. “And what exactly is your line
of work?”
    “Me? I work for one of the big law firms in the city. It’s a
very stressful job, but I have my ways of coping.”
    Stacey’s eyes widened.
    “Am I in trouble? Is this some kind of, sting or whatever the
fuck you call it? I hope you know I only got in your car because it
was wet outside.”
    Mark laughed.
    “Relax,