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Notoriously
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Jenna’s blue eyes opened slowly, and for a mere moment she felt numb. Then, a wave of hurt came hurling at her. Her body ached, her head throbbed. She felt like someone had repeatedly pounded her body for hours on end. She could swear her head was expanding at the moment, and would sure erupt. She opened her mouth to gulp in air after swallowing and realizing how dry her throat was. Her chapped lips grazed against each other, signaling her thirst. She needed water, and needed it bad. Somehow she managed to choke out a cough. Looking around, she realized she was no longer in the library, studying for her history final this coming Friday. She was in a moldy, mustard colored room. The washed out, orange sheets below her let her know that she must be in a motel of some sort. “What the hell…” she mumbled, the reality of the situation still not sinking in. Attempting to push herself upward, she realized that firstly she was too weak to do so, and secondly her arms and legs were tied down to the bed.

Ian fiddled with the sharp knife in his hands, watching Quincy’s chest heave in and out with each breath she took. He hoped she wouldn’t make him punish her the very first night they spent together, because that would simply kill his mood. The pills he gave her earlier should be wearing off soon, and then the games would begin. He had waited a long time for this. And when Madeline and Jacquline went missing, he had definitely taken it as a sign. Quincy. Her name was alluring and simple as it was, he wondered what he would decide for her pet name to be. She could pass off as a Priscilla, he thought, snickering to himself. She really was a site to see, thought, and he knew it would be no trouble finding her clients. Recently there was an increase in calls for girls with multicolored hair. He could dress her in bright colored clothing for a trip down to candy land. He chuckled at the thought, wanting to wake her up himself so he could get the difficult part over with. As if she was reading his mind, she began to fidget in her sleep. She was finally waking up.

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ThugWorkout wrote:

max had been sat on the uncomfortable plush green armchair in the corner of the room for some time now, just waiting for this girl to wake up. jenna, he had learned her name was through looking for the bag she was carrying with her. of course, he had taken all the money she had in her purse and destroyed everything else that was worthless. she wouldn't need that now. he was what her life consisted of now and the thought of that made a smirk spread on his lips. he watched as she began to awake, her lips opening, her mouth small, he noticed. that was no use. he stood up, his hands behind his back, his chest outward as he stepped over to he bed, looking down at her sternly, h reached down, his hand against her throat. "shut up." he said to her, watching as she struggled under his hold. this was the hard part. getting her to work alongside him, not against him.

quincy could feel herself slowly awaking from an extremely uncomfortable slumber. her head pounded her body ached, her muscles feeling outstretched. as she attempted to mover her arms and feed, she could feel the shackles, the restraints holding her in place in this mouldy neutral coloured room. immediately her breathing began to quickena nd her chest tightened, anxiety taking over her. she was in an unusual place and she didn't like it. she let out a groan of frustration as she pulled on her wrist restrains and lifted her head as much as she could, her eyes wandering around the room, landing on ian. she screamed, though her voice was hoarse, her throat dry from the lack of water.

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It took Jenna a few seconds to realize that there was someone present in the room with her, and that someone happened to be an angry looking male. She gasped as he approached, and felt like she might cease to exist when he dared lay a hand on her neck. The blonde was literally shaking in fear, unaware of what to do or say. When he told her to remain silent, she managed to gently nod her head, her chin bumping against his rough hand in the process. His skin was dry and cold, and she felt her stomach begin to churn. This wasn't going to end well; she'd seen enough of the ID Discovery Channel to know that when girls like her ended up in hotel rooms tied to beds alongside men like the one above her never did. Thought she could feel the tears forming in her eyes, she tried to suppress them as much as she could in fear of angering him. She simply tried to still her body as much as possible, and after a few minutes she was relatively still. The only motion was coming from the breathing of her chest, which his arm and elbow rested on rather uncomfortably. But she wasn't about to point that out.

Ian sighed loudly as Quincy finally opened her eyes, noticed him, and began to scream. Standing up from his seat on the dirty looking chair, he approached the bed and sat down beside her. He slid his hand over her mouth and looked right into her eyes, which were brightened with fear, shock, and a possible hint of curiosity. "Darling, Quincy, I'm going to need you to stay quiet and let me explain. Do you think you could do that for me? If you follow my orders down to the letter, then I'll have no reason to hurt you. Is that clear?" He asked, his voice not exactly harsh. He wouldn't get harsh unless she gave him a reason to. But fear not, he would be able to switch from being cool, calm, and collective to her worst nightmare in no time if she wasn't willing to cooperate. To prove that to her, he exposed the sharp knife that had been sitting in his pocket. He simply laid it on the nightstand besides the bed, close enough for her to see and register but far enough so that she wouldn't grab it and try any fun business. "I have a business, Quincy. And times are tough, as I'm sure you'd know." He broke out into a chuckle. "That's right, you wouldn't. Well, for people like us in the real world, we have to work for a living to reach end's meet. I, for one, have long exceeded that. I am a very wealthy man, Quincy. But my wealth accumulated over time, hard work, and dedication. Recently damage has been done to my business. A few employees have ran off without informing me, and I'm left without enough to properly run it. But I think you'd be a perfect fit for the job. Just in case, thought, I plan to give you a thorough interview." He raised his eyebrow suggestively at her.

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ThugWorkout wrote:
max let a small smirk fall over his lips as he saw the fear spread along her face. well, at least she didn't seem as stubborn as other employees had been, that was for sure. maybe it was the immaturity - the naive ad gullible age she was at. he knew all about her, what she was like, and to be honest it made him laugh. her laugh was near enough perfect,t hings were handed to her on a silver platter. surely she wouldn't last 2 days under the pressures max would hold against her. "such a pretty little thing.." he whispered, letting the cool side of his knife run along the side of her face, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "now now jenna, you're going to have to calm down, i'm not going to be able to work with you if you're so damn worked up, can I princess?" he chuckled to himself and shook his head, running the hand that was resting upon hr throat up her cheek and then backward, until it reached her hair. he gripped it between his fingers and pulled her head back, so that her chin was tilted up. "you're probably wondering why you're here. I could explain it to you - I could explain my entire business to you, how it all began, why. let's cut it short. a couple of my uh, employees, yeah, they managed to run off. an they left without any kind of notice. so now I need to build it all up again. and you seem like the perfect little lady for the job." he grinned as let go of her hair once again.

quincy shuddered when he approached her, his pale cold skin resting upon her mouth. she wanted to bite, kick, scream, anything she could to get this guy away from her and yet she was so curious about this, and so damn frightened, that she stayed as still as she possibly could. when his hand was finally removed from her mouth, she bit on her bottom lip, her icy blue eyes looking into his. why did he know so much about her? the morning she as learning about this situation the more she was panicking. what did he wanted. "I don't understand what you what from me? i'm useless, i'm not appealing and i'm not helpful.. please don't hurt me.." she stuttered, her eyes falling on the knife. she was petrified. was her life over now? was he just going to end it all?" she felt a couple of tears escape from her eyes, rolling down the sides of her face as she was on her back. "i'm not just some slut you can order around." she said defiantly, frowning, turning to look back up at him again. she needed to know more, she needed the information, it was driving her mad.

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Jenna inhaled deeply, her neck pointing upward toward him. He was breathing right on to her, had the power to end her life with one swift swing of his extra sharp knife. The control terrified her to no end. But she tried her best not to cry, not to fidget nor anger him. She was no idiot either, as he continued to explain of his 'business' she was able to put two and two together. One wouldn't kidnap a high schooler off the streets if he needed help with his sub shop. Oh no, he must run some kind of under ground business. She hoped it wasn't the kind of business she feared, the kind that would surely strip her off all her dignity, among other things. But the odds were definitely against her as of now. She attempted to nod, but realized his grip to her hair was making that impossible. So she finally broke down, and spoke again. "O-o-okay.." She stammered, taking another deep breath of hair to contain her tears. "I-I-I'm n-n-n-not sure I-I-I'll know how you help you," she said. She really doubted she would me much help to him, no matter what kind of business he ran and how 'fit for the job' he found her. She just wanted to make it out of this hotel room in one piece, as opposed to others finding her cut up torso and legs in the closet next week. He seemed like he'd been through this routine before, meaning he wouldn't mind doing it again.

Ian laughed and raised an eyebrow. "You seem awfully sure about that, Quincy. I hope that translates into other confidence elsewhere," he snickered. "Listen, darling. I don't want to play around here. At first, I might lose money off of you. But that's perfectly okay." His hand graced her thigh. "I have full faith that you'll pick up in no time, meaning I'll actually be gaining money." His hand reached the top of her jeans, which he proceeded to pop the waistband of. "And don't call yourself a slut. You didn't choose this lifestyle, after all." He took a hand and ran it through her hair, wondering whether to extend the interview just yet or to wait until the fright wore off slightly. He needed her ready to go soon thought, he had a lot of clients lined up for Friday and it was already Wednesday night. So he had about a little more than a day to mentally prepare her for a fresh, new career. He knew for a fact that she needed need much physical preparation. "Wait," he thought, placing a hand on his chin. "Quincy, darling, are you a virgin?" He asked.

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ThugWorkout wrote:
max enjoyed this the most. well.. it was the second most enjoyable thing anyway. of course, the thing he liked the most was the privilege of breaking the girls in, teaching them exactly how to work. that's what he liked. and what guy wouldn't? he got to use the girls in any way he wanted and they had no say in the matter. he slipped the knife back in his pocket, being pretty sure that she wasn't going to try any funny business now. plus he was probably ten times stronger than her, so if she did, he would simply be able to manipulate her. he frowned as he saw the tears in her eyes, but it wasn't a sincere one, a frown of concern. no, he was just worried she would be too much of a weakling to even get anything from her, causing this to be a large waste of time. "don't you worry about a think, sweetie. I can teach you all you need to know, how you're going to live from now on. there's no need to cry, you'll be perfect by the time i'm finished with you." he ran his thumb underneath her eye, harshly wiping away the tars that had fallen. "now behave, princess. it won't hurt too much." he grinned to himself, as his hand ran down her side, from her neck, and ended at the button of the jeans she was wearing. "have you slept with men before, jenna?" he said to her, his eyes lit up excitedly.

quincy frowned at him. she was just glad that he wasn't telling her to shut up altogether the silence would have been deathly she was sure. "I am sure about that. I have no experience, men won't like me.." she bit her lip, whining quietly as she felt his large hand on her petite thighs. this wasn't what she wanted, how her first time was supposed to be. she hadn't even had a boyfriend before, let alone done anything with anyone. the thought of a rough unknown man like him doing this to her was making her feel sick. she wanted to be married first, she had always dreamed of a perfect lifestyle and up until now it had planned out perfectly. "I know i'm not a slut, you just expect me to be!" she snapped back at him, wriggling her hips and squirming a little in an attempt to get him off her, but she was so petite, and she had worked out that he was pretty muscular, so it was no use. she could feel more tears brimming in her eyes but she had o stay strong. she didn't want him realising just how much of a weak person she was. her cheeks fell red as he asked that last question. of course she was. if he knew as much as she reckoned he did about her, she was pretty sure he knew what kind of girl she was. she nodded her head slowly, not being able to meet his eyes.

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Jenna wiggled under him, his hands feeling unbelievably cold as they touch her stomach. She didn't want him anywhere near her, let alone the first man to touch the button of her jeans. Perhaps if she said she told him the truth, that she was in fact a virgin, she wouldn't be much of a catch for his business anymore. Why, there must be millions of more experienced girls out there. The thought made her frown; she didn't wish this on anyone, per say. But she just wished she was anywhere but here right now. "N-n-no," she answered, "I-I- have absolutely no experience when it comes to men, I doubt I'll be much of an advance for your business." She said, wishing she could cross her arms over her chest. She felt so violated at the moment, the way he was staring at her made her feel like so dirty, so degraded. She didn't want to have to get used to that feeling, that was for sure. She had much bigger, brighter dreams. She worked hard for her 4.0 GPA, and even thought she didn't have too many friends or got invited to too many parties, she had to say she was pretty content with living that way. This certainly wasn't the alternative she would have wished for, anyways. She winced as he told her he would teach her the ways of the trade. This man was going to rape her, and she was tied down to a bed with no chance of fighting back. She supposed she could bite him once he drew close enough, but he still had that God forsaken knife with him. "P-P-please don't touch me.." she stammered.

Ian chuckled, his head shaking. "Sweetheart, you wouldn't even believe the number of requests I get for unexperienced prudes like you. And what with that beautiful hair..." he mumbled, running his fingers through it once more as his eyes inspected her body. Her petite frame just fitted into that candy cane, fairy vision he had for her. She would be perfect. "Men will kiss the floor you walk on, you little minx." "I actually don't expect you to be 'forward' at all, that's part of the training. You will be whatever your client asks of you, do you understand? Now, just imagine I'm paying you. You'll be making around 500 dollars an hour. Wouldn't you put your heart and soul into a job that makes so much for doing virtually..so little?" He moved from his position next to her to straddling her. He had to admit, the fear, shock, and slight hint of curiosity in her eyes was quite exciting. "Now, say I want you to be tied up under me. I'm into having others fall submissive toward me. What would you do to excite me, when you technically have no control of you arms and legs, and you can't push yourself up to kiss me?" He had very high expectations for Quincy, he knew that after a while she would be a great success, possibly even become the new star of his business. Ashley was beginning to lose her charm, after all. One era ended and a new era began.

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ThugWorkout wrote:
max smirked just a tad. he liked it when they were nervous, it made things more fun for him. he got to play them around a bit and just generally annoy them. make them worked up and fiesty. "no experience you say? then you're going to be perfect. I can show you the tricks of the trade, you have no idea how many gentleman I get asking for pure young ones like you. especially with such a mature body, such perfect hips, luscious lips.. you're to die for." he smirked, running his hand underneath her top now, he roped at her body, leaning down so their faces were very close. for now though, he was sure she didn't even deserve a kiss. "I have to touch you, i'm afraid. I can't have you letting down some of my best clients, princess. so just work with me. i'm going to untie your hands now, but if you even think of hurting me, just remember I am 200lbs of muscle and I can destroy you." he said in a calm, yet extremely serious tone. he leaned up and cut he rope with his knife, the smooth metal first running along her fingertips.

quincy hated being spoken about like this. her body about to be used as if she was nothing but some cheap girl from the back of her club. she had always had so much respect for herself, not letting anyone take advantage of her. she had always been pure and she wanted to stay that way, and having something like this was so devastating, and embarrassing, she simply wanted to burst into tears she was so humiliated, the way he spoke about her body. listening to him intently, her breathing shallow, almost none existent, she looked into her eyes biting on her bottom lip. she stayed silent for what seemed like forever, until realising he was most likely expecting an answer from her. she furrowed her brows, not quite sure what the answer was. "I.. I don't know." she said eventually, extremely quietly. "if I was in that situation you could do anything, so I wouldn't have to excite him." she shrugged, her cheeks red.

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Jenna's eyes grew wide as he threatened her so effortlessly. As he glided the sleek knife across the robes connected to her limbs, she felt her heart begin to beat faster and faster. She was completely and utterly horrified. All he said was true; if she even attempted to protect herself she knew for a fact he could overpower her in mere seconds. The battle was over before it had even begun. She shook against his grip as his hands began to poke and prod her, his lean, cold fingertips leaving her shivering. Feeling so close to someone she was so scared off was making her quite queasy, but she knew that throwing up on the guy would not make the situation end any faster. So she took a deep breath, feeling the sweat begin to form on her forehead and the rest of her body. She was about to be disrobed in front of a man she didn't know, a man who was putting her in what was undoubtably the most uncomfortable situation in her life. The fact that he was smothering her in compliments didn't exactly warm her heart, either. In fact, it made her feel even more violated that he might actually be receiving pleasure out of taking advantage of her. She bit down on her lip hard, and closed her eyes. She couldn't bare to see the amusement on his face as the night went on.

"Very good," Ian complimented, his lips turning up into a smirk. "But not quite there yet. You see, if he wanted you to sit there and do nothing, he would save the money and get himself a blow up doll. It's all quite simple, my dear. Every moment of the time you spend with these clients, you are no longer Quincy. You are whatever their wildest fantasies may be. Everything you do must be alluring. Every breath you take must make their hearts beat faster and their wallets feel lighter. That way, you make me happy. And trust me, Quincy, if I'm happy, I'll see to it that you will be as well." He leaned over, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "And please, allow that unamused look to slide off your pretty face; the shock is over. You're here now and this is where you will be staying for quite some time. So try to play the part." He thought for a moment as he suddenly slid his hand up her back and unclipped her bra. He slid it out from under her shirt and hurled it across the room. "Be prepared for men to be cruel to be cruel to you, to cuss at you, and to expect you to do things that will make your parents roll around in their graves when they're dead. I won't be getting too far into that, thought. We'll save the fetishes for another time."

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ThugWorkout wrote:
max could feel the adrenaline pumping through him, the thrill he got from doing this. his heart was beating faster as his fingers trembled along her skin, down to the edge of her top, he pulled it off her and threw it onto the floor, smirking down at her. "calm down princess, I promise i'll be gentle." he chuckled and took his own top off, straddling over her, he took her wrists in his hands. "now you should know, different clients expect different things. each time you're with them, you're not going to be you. you'll be who they want you to be, clear?" he ran his hand through her long hair and grinned as he let his eyes wander up and down her body. "such a small little thing. they're going to love you." he unhooked her bra and threw it sown, smirking to himself. "would you know what to do if the man wanted you to take charge, jenna? if he wanted you to show him a good time?" he started to kiss down her body slowly, his hands on her thighs, squeezing them gently. "because if not, it's about time you learned." he turned them over so that she was now over him.

quincy frowned a little. "how the hell am I supposed to know what to do? unlike some sluts you hire I have dignity and i'm not about to let you ruin it." she was slowly running out of patience and was getting more and more annoyed as she stared up at him, obviously extremely frustrated about being suspended, unable to move. her chest rose and dropped with a little more movement and her brows furrowed more, her hands in fists. she wished to hit out and hurt this man, more than she could ever imagine. but she was pushed over the edge when he mentioned her parents. she respected her parents as much as was possible and well, would do anything in favour of them. she brought her knee up to hit him in his manhood as she glared right at him. "don't you EVER mention my parents again, do you understand that?" she said suddenly. she realised this probably wasn't going to help the situation she was in but once quincy was fired up, there was nothing that could really stop her.

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Jenna shook her head, allowing a muffled out 'no' to escape her lips. She automatically sucked in her stomach, mentally smacking herself at caring whether she appeared bloated in front of him or not. She supposed it was just girl instinct, but it still made her hate herself. Returning to his question, she would have absolutely no idea how to pleasure a man who paid for her attention. She supposed there was an obvious answer, to just be as risque and mysterious as she was capable of. But she wasn't about to make him feel right for choosing her. As far as they were both concerned, she knew absolutely nothing about sex or the sex industry. "I'm a virgin," she told him bluntly. "How would I know what to do with a man?" She asked, rhetorically. She took a deep intake of breath as he took her bra and threw it across the room, her hands quickly covering her bare breasts. She was about to burst into tears; how had she ended up here, topless with a pimp on top of her? She could barely hold it in anymore. She tilted her head to the side, covering half her face with the pillow and allowed the tears to stream down her face. She hoped it would gain her some pity, but she was highly doubtful.

Ian let out a loud groan as her knee made contact with him. His eyes blazing with anger, he used his impressive strength to rip her limbs right out of the ties restraining her and picked her up. "You will, never, and I repeat, never, disrespect me like that again, do you understand that? There are quite a few pimps out there who beat their girls senseless their first night on the job just to teach them the mannerism of the game. I pride myself on being able to discipline my girls without resorting to violence. Do not make me change my ways." He said, throwing her back on the bed roughly. He climbed on top of her, all fired up now. He didn't care not to put weight on her anymore, he might as well give her the worst case scenario. "And this, my dear Quincy, is what would happen if you get set up with a not so good guy. A guy who really doesn't care much about you, and is just using you to distract him from his own demons. You're merely a game to him, he doesn't even take you as a fantasy. You're simply a time waster." He said harshly, leaning down and kissing her neck roughly.

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ThugWorkout wrote:
max put a hand over her mouth as he heard her, and shook his head. "now now, I said no noises didn't I? you just listen and do as I say and I won't have to be nasty. you should just be glad i'm not as vicious as some of the other men that could have you." he hooked his fingers into her jeans and dragged them down, along with her panties too. he didn't want to waste any time now, he was due a couple of clients in a few days and she had to be ready for then. "virgins like you are what they want. they like the purity. they think they can do anything." he smirked and grabbed her hands from her breasts, shaking his head. "don't bother hiding yourself from me, be glad you're in the privacy of this hotel." he chuckled and ripped her jeans and panties off, throwing them to the floor. now she was nude, and he had her right how he wanted her. he leaned in to kiss roughly along her skin in any place he could, his hands moving along her body, in places she would never had imagined they would be.

quincy could tell by the look in his eyes that immediately she had made the worst decision possibly ever. he was angry now, and more than likely would treat her with no mercy. she closed her eyes tight, letting out a yelp as he pulled her wrists out of the restraint, feeling the rope burn against her skin. "stop, you're hurting me!" she yelled as she ell back onto the bed again, feeling a couple of tears run down her cheeks. she knew he didn't care. and why should he? she was just merely a girl on which he could take his frustrations out on, she tried to push him away but it was no use, he was so much stronger and more powerful and she knew within moment, she would be broken because of him if she so much as flinched in the wrong way. she felt her body give into him and her body went limp, her eyes closing as she felt his weight on her, his lips on her neck. so this was what her magical first time, what was meant to be for the man of her dreams, it was all going to be taken away from her for this.

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