“And so, I was prostituted for 18 months.” She looked a little ashamed, but pulled her head back up and continued. “But I learned how to get around things and found a way to get past the security in the emergency exit stairwell and down to the ground floor. I did that several times and eventually found a way out. One of the vendors that did the laundry, would leave their van unlocked while they were retrieving everything and loading. I knew when they would come and so I hid in some sheets after they loaded the first carts, and got out. This was in August 2021.
“I got to Chicago on some money that I had squirrelled away, and immediately looked for something to do. I was homeless for about three weeks until I found a waitress job. I worked there and proved myself to the owner, who had a more upscale restaurant, moved me to there in December 2021, just before Christmas. I was living in the least expensive place I could find that felt safe.
“Meanwhile, I was dying inside. I was afraid to contact my family in case the traffickers were watching. I had no friends and found it hard to trust anyone. It all became overwhelming one evening after watching a happy family celebrate a young woman’s 20th birthday. I realized that I was going to be twenty-one in two weeks, May 19th, 2022. I was three years out of high school, scared to trust anyone, had no friends, and nothing to look forward to in my life.
“One night after work just before my birthday, I was getting ready to leave and the owner, a very nice and smart woman, was there making sure everything was ready for the next day. She asked how I was and, well, I broke down. I was completely overcome by my situation. I sat and cried and suddenly the entire story came spilling out. She comforted me, then went and got a bottle of wine and started pouring for the two of us. Everyone else left.
“After a couple of glasses, while I was still trying not to cry, she lifted my chin and looked into my eyes. She asked if I wanted to start over. I was confused, but she explained that I could have a new identity and start over. I wanted to know how this was possible and she told me she could help. She told me to be at work early next Saturday and we would discuss it.
“The next Saturday, I got there 2 hours early. When the owner arrived, she grinned. She said she knew I would be early. She then explained that she knew a woman who helped others who were in danger, but had nowhere else to turn. She then told me to wait. About 20 minutes later, Dani walked in. She asked me to go over my story. I did. She then asked me if I preferred Seattle or Boston. I said Seattle and she brought me out here and set me up. That was almost a year ago.
“I thought I was safe until I saw some guys sitting in a car out in front of my apartment building. Dani had taught me the basics of how to look for surveillance or anything else suspicious. I was immediately suspicious because I had never seen anything like that. I went around to the back of my building where there is a pretty well-hidden back entrance. Nobody was watching that. I went up to my apartment, gathered my essentials, turned on the kitchen light, rushed back down the emergency stairwell and out the back, and then went to the front of my building. I watched my room and saw that someone had entered when they passed in front of the curtains. That’s how I knew they were there for me.
“I called Dani and she told me to find you.”
Yvonne reached over and held Sara’s hand. “You are a very brave woman.”
Sara smiled briefly. “So, can you help?”
John didn’t even flinch or think about it. “Absolutely.” He turned to Marty and Yvonne. “Yvonne, you go out the front and head to the apartment. Marty, you and I will go out back and circle around each side a few blocks to look for anyone who might have followed you. Sara, we’ll call you on that phone if the way is clear. Here, put that number into my phone See you there in 20 minutes.”
Everyone got up and headed out.
Everything was clear so John called Sara and they all made it back to John’s apartments.
Sara told them more about how the guy seduced her and how she got to Miami, but by the time she was done with that she was exhausted. Yvonne showed her where the other apartment bedroom and bath were, Marty left, and everyone hit the sack.
Yvonne was acting a little frisky, but John wasn’t feeling it. Too many things were running around in his head. She was very nice about it, and that made John feel bad. He knew he needed to move on from Maggie, but it had only been six months, and he had loved her. It was the second wife he loved that he had lost and he thought maybe Alison’s father was right, he was a shit magnet. If that was true, he didn’t want to lead Yvonne into an early grave, too. Just live your life, as John had heard before, was a little hard right now.
—————- Saturday, March 4, 2023, Seattle, WA ———–
When John woke in the morning, it was early, as was typical, but he was feeling really bad about Yvonne. He decided that he was going to make her feel better. He stood over by her side of the bed where she was on her back, one leg straight out and the other bent at the knee, only a sheet over her. He slowly lifted up the sheet, since she had kicked off the blanket, and crawled up toward her crotch.
John ginned to himself. He loved that she, like he did, usually slept naked. He got situated between her legs without waking her, so he began by placing light butterfly kisses all around her shaved to a small strip over the top pussy. Damn, he loved that so many women kept their lips shaved, at least. She stirred a little, so he then began licking her up along her slit lightly, not parting her lips, but just teasing them.
Suddenly, he felt hands come under the sheet to grab his head. Yvonne spoke, huskily, “I’ll give you an hour to stop that.”
John chuckled. “You won’t last an hour.”
“No, I won’t.”
John went to work on her. He did all the things she liked. He slowly licked up her slit, ending at teasing her clit out from under the hood. He licked all around and, as she got wet, slowly worked two fingers into her pussy. He worked two fingers in as he licked, and found her g-spot. Once he had her raring to go, he started rubbing the g-spot and licking up across her clit. Her legs closed around his head pinning him to her pussy and her hands to the side of his head. She started moaning and he knew she was close. He upped his work on her g-spot and hummed on her clit as he sucked it, sending her over the top. She groaned, utter a few curses, and finally flopped back on the bed, releasing his head.
John pulled himself out from under the sheet. “How was that?”
Yvonne had her eyes closed and grinned. “Can I order that service for breakfast every morning?”
“We’ll see,” he chuckled.
Yvonne opened her eyes and looked at John, with the athletic shorts he had put on tented out of shape. “You want me to help you with that?”
“No. I can wait. I won’t get blue balls like a 16-year-old.” He motioned toward the door. “I’m going to go out and make breakfast.”