Free Aftercare: General's Daughter, Book 4 by Breanna Hayse Page B

all data to Central.
    “It’s bad enough I’m going to have to pay for this, but
getting arrested will make it worse. I’m on probation, remember? Please don’t
call. I’ll do whatever you need.”
    “Let’s move the truck first so no one sees the damage. I’ll
drive it,” Bob said, getting in. The girl climbed into the passenger side. He
started the engine and took off down the road.
    “Aren’t we going to the party?”
    “I think you’ve done enough partying. We’ll go to my place. I
have some friends you might like to meet.”
    “I don’t know…”
    “We could always swing by the police station and make a
report.”
    “No, that’s okay. I guess I have no choice. I think I drank
too much,” Sam added with a moan, pretending inebriation.
    “If you plan on puking, do it out the window. I’m not stopping.”
    So far, her plan was working well. She glanced at the
transmitter, knowing that it held her coordinates as he pulled up to a small
house in a tiny neighborhood.
    “Where are we?” Sam asked. “Won’t a huge black Hummer look a
little conspicuous sitting in this driveway? I don’t want anyone breaking into
it,” she asked, letting Central know how to find her.
    “The truck is safe here, don’t worry. Get out, I’ll show you
around,” Bob assured her, sliding his arm around her shoulders. She hid the
disgusted shudder as he touched her. She chuckled silently; the pain of her
bottom was the very thing that kept her from feeling fear at this point. She
sensed she might have bitten off more than she could chew, but she had no
choice. She had a mission to accomplish.
    The house was dark and several men were sitting on the floor
smoking dope and snorting something white. This was even worse than she had
imagined.
    “Bob, is that heroin? Man, I can’t do drugs. I told you that
I’m on probation. They test me every week.”
    “You don’t have to. There is something else you have that my
friends would enjoy, that beautiful young body.”
    “But you said you had a business proposition.”
    “I do. For every fuck, you get 100 bucks.” He grinned evilly.
    She frowned. “That hardly seems fair. You said 300 an hour.”
    “You can do three of them in an hour, with some time between
to clean up. Of course, to earn that much would mean that I knew you were worth
the price. Good money comes from using more than that sweet mouth or your
little pussy. Have you ever taken it up the ass?” Bob demanded. Sam shook her
head as her heart started to pound. “Well? This or the cops?”
    “I need to pee. And puke,” she said, covering her mouth. He
pointed to a bathroom. She went inside and turned on the cold water.
    “Focus, girl,” she whispered to herself. The swirls slowly
came. Her distance from the ocean and her fear made drawing them more difficult
and she was unsure of her ability to hold her mind steady. It was five against
one, not the odds she enjoyed. And four of them were on drugs.
    “Man, this is some good shit, Sarge,” one of the guys said. “I’m
spinning like a top.”
    “Me too. What’s in it?”
    “Just the same stuff. Maybe there’s a gas leak, I’m spinning
too. Put out your smokes so we don’t blow while I check on it.”
    “You got some new pussy for us, don’t you? She is a looker,
too. Here’s $400 if I get that gorgeous ass first.”
    “She’s yours. Her name is Samantha and she’s a sweet one. The
ass hasn’t been touched yet. If you want that, it will cost you another $200. It’s
business.”
    “She’s worth it. What’s she doing in there?”
    “She had too much to drink. She’ll be out soon or I’ll go get
her.”
    Sam hit the emergency call on the transmitter, knowing that
there was enough recorded to make a bust. Hopefully, the police would arrive
before it was too late. These men definitely seemed intent on getting what they
wanted, with or without her cooperation.
    Without notice, Bob barged into the bathroom and pulled her
out by the arm. He