Free Alibi by Teri Woods

ain’t like that. I just been busy. Look, I got like two thousand dollars for you and another girl, that’s a thousand
     apiece,” said Sticks, trying to sound convincing.
    Daisy heard him say two thousand dollars and her ears shot straight up off the side of her head. “How many girls you say you
     want?”
    “Just two of y’all.”
    Daisy’s brain started to overpower the e-pills from earlier and she put on her thinking cap. A new girl named Trixie who was
     working at the Honey Pot with her.
Maybe she’d like to come and make a couple hundred.
Daisy couldn’t help but think to herself that she would be walking away with that two, or at least as close to that two as
     possible. Sure enough, Trixie was more than down; for $350 in her pocket, she was ready to do whatever Daisy needed her to.
     Unfortunately, Trixie had no idea that she and Daisy were walking into a trap when they walked through the door of the hotel
     room. Trixie and Daisy were repeatedly raped and sodomized by the bachelor party attendees. Both girls had been given champagne
     when they first got there. Gobbling it down and holding out her glass for more, Daisy never realized that she was being drugged.
     She was lucky she woke up at all after being slipped a mickey. When she woke up the next morning, she looked around the empty
     hotel room. Trixie was lying on the other full-size mattress that was side by side to hers. She looked at the clock: 10:38 A.M . Daisy had one hundred and one things to do before getting to the Honey Pot. She tried to stand, and her head began to spin.
     She sat back down. She reached over to the table and grabbed a Polaroid picture that was upside down.
    Ohmigod,
she whispered to herself as she looked at the photo of her body squished between two men. There was another photo of her
     giving head while having sex with someone else doggie style and Trixie doing the same, and then Trixie and Daisy doing men
     together, each other, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. She looked around the room for her pocketbook. Quickly she fumbled through
     the purse.
The money, where’s the money
? She thought carefully back to the night before.
Sticks paid me, right?
He had paid her before they started drinking.
But what the fuck was that he had me drinking? He drugged me, that he did for sure, and he done took back that money he gave
     me.
Quickly she finished putting her clothes on and grabbed her pocketbook. She looked at Trixie.
Should I wake her or let her sleep?
Daisy decided to leave her asleep. She walked out of the hotel room and made her way down the hall to the elevator. She had
     collected all the Polaroid pictures left around the room and quickly flicked through them as tears began to drop down her
     face. She couldn’t believe that Sticks would rape her like that. Pass her around like she wasn’t nothing and drug her up so
     she couldn’t resist.
Shit, I know that damn Trixie is going to want the $350 I promised her. What the fuck am I going to tell her? She’s gonna
     be mad.
Daisy didn’t even want to think about that argument. She would just have to deal with her later. Fortunately for Daisy, though
     she didn’t know it at the time, the mickey they had slipped Trixie had left her in a real bad way.
    Several hours later, housekeeping found Trixie walking the hallways naked and unable to identify herself. She seemed to be
     humming a nursery rhyme and had no idea who she was, where she was, the day of the week, the month, or what year it was. The
     hotel manager called 911 and an ambulance came for her and took her away. By the time Daisy got to the Honey Pot, the news
     of Trixie was all the girls were talking about.
    “She was in some hotel and was drugged up, raped, and sodomized.”
    “I heard they say she’s never going to come back right, like she’s all messed up in the head.”
    “That mickey shit can fuck you up. I know this one girl, she real retarded now ’cause of that shit, and she was raped too.
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