There is blood under my fingernails, I realize as I dig through the mess of keys on my ring. The failing flourescent bulbs that were supposed to save me money in this shithole buzz like agitated wasps and cast weird light. I locate the key I was looking for and pop open the door to Bridget and pals little prison suite.

Im not here to deliver food, I never bring clothes, and I sure as fuck dont fix pipes. I dont announce my presence immediately, I just walk through the small apartment after shutting the door behind me. I like to see what the girls get up to when they arent hard at work.

*Who knows what the other girls are doing, Bridget is said to be in her room, doing who knows what, when he enters the small room he'll see that she keeps it very tidy and nice, her bathroom door is open and the sound of the shower can be heard, she hums "Whistle while you work" unaware of Eddie*

I passed one girl cooking something that smelled like dog-food, another was staring at the droning TV and curled up real small when she saw me. All i have to do is point and she joins the other in the kitchen. I can never really remember how many girls live where- so I may miss one while I walk into Bridgets room.

It really bugs me when the girls take pride in their surroundings. Theres something about spunk and spirit that makes me want to gut a kitten and hang it from her cieling fan. I will stalk into the bathroom and immediately crank on the hot water of the sink as high as it goes to insure that Bridget figures out shower time is over real quick and real cold-like.

*After a second she screams in utter surprise and quickly turns the water off, she should be angry, really should come at who she thinks is her roomie and give her a piece of her mind, but she doesn't, she very slowly draws the shower curtain aside dripping wet and a little soap still trailing over her skin, she looks at Eddie and her eyes widen a bit* Oh. *She looks around, no..no clock, she doesn't know if it's time to work or not, she thought she still had a couple hours. Tentatively she starts to step from the shower* I'm sorry *Her voice hardly above a whisper*  

I grin all teeth at Bridget and turn off the steaming faucet. My yellowed eyes will look her over once, quick. She looks healthy- this is good. Meth addicts and diseased girls dont sell as easy. I look away and throw Bridget a towel.

'Kitchen.'

I rasp at Bridget. My voice is what you end up with when you chew your tongue, gargle whiskey and get choked while masturbating for fifteen years. Grating isnt the right word. I tap my left wrist where there would be a watch, if I wore one and immediately turn and leave her room.

*She does a quick swipe over her body as she walks out, she's used to years of walking about nude, she feels no shame or need to hide herself, so she uses the towel to wrap up her hair. On his heals almost, she follows like a lost puppy, though almost too quiet, he might wonder if she is back there and heading for the kitchen*

With Bridget silently on my heels I go back to the kitchen where the other girls have lined up as if expecting a firing squad. This isnt an uncommon thing- Whenever I have a customer I want to please I will come handpick a girl or two and send them off. Sometimes Im looking for contraband, or signs of disease. Or sometimes Im just in a really bad mood and looking for someone to hurt...When Bridget takes her place among her peers I will stand before them all like some kind of Fetish general in my weird latex clothing. I take a deep breath, my ribs poking out for a moment.

'Your gaining weight. Im cutting your food allowance. Noone likes a fat pussy.'

I immediately tell the girl to Bridgets left. I wave a hand and she flees the room, dismissed. I point at another girl, she has dark hair and terrified eyes.

'Did those antibiotics work for you?'

When the girl croaks out a yes I will tell her:

'Good, get dressed. You have a client waiting. Bring a few outfits and some lube, he paid for six hours of action.'

The girl scurries off to do as shes told leaving Bridget alone with me. I stroke my misshapen chin and walk up real close to her.

'Well we cant go and waste you tonight can we?'

I rasp, my breath smells of metal and smoke.  

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*She's more than afraid to ask, but she's been trained well and easily puts on a charming smile, a hand rests just over her right breast, she gives a slight shrug and bites her lower lip, it takes her a moment before she speaks. She doesn't look him in the eye and she does tilt her head in a fetching way* What would you have in mind?

'The other Ginger-Child is having a herpes outbreak. I think your going in the box tonight.'

The box is by far one of the worst things one can do around the Sin Bin. The box is the peep show, its totally non-interactive- which some girls see as a plus until they realize they spend all night sweating in a claustrophobic room while cheap guys jerk off in little booths behind mirrored glass and talk through tiny speakers at her. The box is where it all begins. The box is my hook to drag people deeper into the Sin Bin.

'Ill be back in half an hour, you both better be ready!'

I bark right in Bridgets face, even though im looking into the livingroom where the other girl who will likely spend the next six hours tied to a bed or over a chair has idled next to the tv.

*She flinches just a tad, then nods and when it seem alright to do so she retreats back to her room, taking her red locks out of the towel*

*a half an hour isn't very much time, but she's used to it. After rinsing off what little soap was left on her skin, she goes to work drying her hair and styling it about her head in a French twist on either side, letting most of her long hair hang down about her shoulders, she applies her make up in a some what thick "Classical" look, thick red lips, porcelain skin, thick eye lashes and dark eye shadow. She then dresses herself up in a new outfit, purple satin teddy with frills about her waist, perfect for dancing, she slips on a pair of purple satin gloves and fastens a matching purple top hat with a black band and a small purple bow, and of course matching fish net thigh highs, held in place by a guarder belt, and a nice pair of spiked high heels. At the last minute she snags a riding crop, tests it on her inner thigh, it gives a wonderful snap over her skin, she grins and moves back out to the waiting girl and perhaps Eddy, she did take a bit more longer than 30 minutes, maybe 32...33 minutes*