The driver rolled his eyes and pulled a vial out of his pocket. With his pointer
finger and thumb, he made an ‘L’ and shook a bit of white powder into the curve.
He quickly snorted the particles. With the cap back on the container, he tossed it.
Christopher caught it and shoved it into his pocket.
“Go now. We are going to party, and you have a limo to clean out,”
Christopher growled.
The driver glared and slammed the sliding glass door.
“Wait, I need my CD. Go get it,” Christopher screamed.
“Fuck, can’t you just put on the radio?” the driver yelled.
I began to cry. A few minutes later, Travis returned with a CD case.
“Set it up and get out. Tonight is not a party for three,” Christopher snapped
before turning his attention back to me. “It is time to get serious. I want the full works. Give me a show like you gave Steve Louis.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I sobbed.
He pulled my dress down, exposing me. “No need to be coy. Get on my lap
and grind on me like you got off Andy Lester. Joe McGuire said you were insatiable.”
“I didn’t do any of that. Please believe me,” I begged.
“I wasn’t planning on sharing you with Travis, but if you don’t start behaving, I might change my mind. He won’t be as sweet to you as I will. He likes screamers.” Christopher went to the bar and poured two drinks.
I tried to contain my sobs. “I don’t know what you want from me.”
“This will help you calm down.” He held a glass to me.
I accepted it with a trembling hand.
He sat down on a grey leather couch and downed his glass. “Be a gracious
guest and drink, Caitlyn.”
I started to protest. He jumped up and slapped me across the face. Shaking, I
began drinking. I gagged on the strong taste. I wasn’t going fast enough for him, so he tilted the glass back until I swallowed every last drop. Finished, he threw the glass on the floor and pulled the vial out of his pocket.
“Strip for me,” he demanded.
When I didn’t move, he called, “I’ll have Travis help you.”
I trembled uncontrollably but obeyed. Once again, I didn’t move fast enough,
so he yanked me down onto the couch. I cried out in pain. He removed my remaining clothing and leered at me.
“Don’t move.” He shook out two lines of white powder across my stomach.
He rolled up a hundred-dollar bill and leaned in to snort up the lines.
“Where did you get this shit, Travis?” he called. “Weak as hell.”
Travis responded by turning the music up. I tried to see where the driver was
hiding. Fear filled me. _Is the driver watching? _ Is he going to hurt me, also?
Christopher drew another line on me and quickly snorted it. When he
finished, he looked down at me with interest. Once again, Christopher climbed
on top of me.
Everything was fuzzy. I kept coming in and out of consciousness. I began to
cry as I realized the music playing was the same soundtrack he had given me.
The last thing I remembered was him saying, “Just be quiet and you’ll enjoy
