I don’t know how long Alex and I lay on the rug together. But Amelia came to get us a while later.
“Hey, how are you two?” She asked, kneeling next to us. I opened my eyes and looked up at her.
“I’m tired,” Alex complained. I nodded because I was, too.
“Come on, let’s get you kids cleaned up,” she put her hand on my shoulder. There was cum on it, but she didn’t seem to mind. I realized how sore I was when she helped me stand up. There was still tons of wet goo on my hair and all over my face and chest.
“I feel gross!” I looked down at my body.
“You’re not gross. you’re beautiful,” Amelia replied. “The men loved both of you very much.”
“Obviously!” I was annoyed. She helped Alex up, too and walked us across the hall to the bathroom.
There was already a warm bath waiting for us. Amelia held our hands and helped us climb in. The warm water felt so good and I could feel all the man-goo evaporating off my body. There were bottles of water for us, too. That was good because I was thirsty and wanted to get the taste of cum out of my mouth really bad.
Amelia helped us both shampoo our hair and wash all the gunk off of our bodies. I still hated that I had to spend the night, but I was glad that the party was over, at least.
After she finished washing us, Amelia got up and said she’d be back in a bit to help us dry off. Alex and I sat together in the tub and didn’t say much for a bit and just relaxed.
“So, how did you end up being like—a girl?” I asked Alex.
He shrugged, “My dad just woke me up one morning and started calling my Alexis…”
“Oh, that’s weird.”
“Yeah, he took all my boy clothes away and gave me girl clothes instead,” Alex explained. “That’s why we moved to Amsterdam, so nobody knew that I’m really a boy.”
“I’m sorry,” his dad sounded weird.
“It’s okay, I like pretending to be a girl,” Alex played with his long hair. “I get to wear pretty dresses and play with dolls and stuff.”
“Sometimes I wish I was a boy because guys like to have sex with girls.”
“My daddy did stuff like that even before I was a girl,” Alex told me.
“Oh, I have two order brothers, but nobody makes them have sex unless they want to,” I went on. “They all like to have sex with me, though and they’re mean to me a lot.”
I had never really thought about guys having sex with boys until then. I wondered how my brothers would feel if someone forced them to have sex. But maybe they were too old since they already had hair around their cocks and could cum and stuff. I didn’t know.
Before I could think too much about it, though, Amelia walked back into the bathroom, “Naomi, you have a phone call!” she picked up a towel for me and held it out.
I slowly climbed out of the bath, still a little sore. It had to be Jim telling me he was coming to pick me up early, though, so I was excited to get to the phone.
Amelia wrapped me in the towel and led me out into the hallway. As we walked, I was already imagining curling up to Jim again in our hotel. Even though I was really tired and sore, I would still have sex with him if he wanted me to. I was excited and just knew I wouldn’t have to spend the night in that weird place.
“Here we are,” Amelia said. “Just come back to the bathroom when you’re finished.” She took me to a small room with a desk and an office phone with a long chord. The phone was sitting off the hook waiting for me.
“Thank you,” I picked up the phone and she closed the door behind me. “Hello?” I was so excited to hear Jim’s voice on the other end.
“Hi Naomi,” it wasn’t Jim’s voice. “How was your evening?”
“Daddy?” I almost didn’t believe he could be calling me…
“Yes, sweetie. How was you’re evening?” He laughed.
“G-good…” I dropped down to the chair.
“I bet it was,” he went on. “I knew a slut like you would enjoy getting herself plowed in an Amsterdam brothel.” He chuckled. How did he know where I was? I felt uncomfortable all of a sudden, like I was being watched.
“Y-you…” I didn’t know what to say.
“Since you were such a bitch the day you left,” my dad went on. “I insisted Jim take you there to make sure you understand your place. It’s just what a whore like you deserves.” I wanted to scream—punch my dad through the phone—anything. But I tried to relax as I sat there, shaking.
“I visited there on a business trip a month back—owner is a good friend now and I owed him a favor. So I donated your services.” My dad added. “Do you even know how many men raped you today?”
“N-no…” I felt like smashing the phone against the desk.
“Seventeen,” he laughed. “My friend just sent me a video. You’re a cute slut when you’re on your knees. And you’ve finally sucked the cock of a boy your own age!” I felt like crying as he kept teasing me. But then he got to the worst part…
“Also, my friend and I both agreed to let you service customers tomorrow just like the little whore you are!” He sounded really happy. “I’ve been looking at cars and your little cunt is going to help me make the down-payment.”
“Daddy, no!” I begged. But I knew it was no use.
“If you’re lucky, I might just take you for a ride in it when you get home. I hope you learned your lesson you little fucking cunt!” He hung up the phone before I could say anything else.
I just sat there wrapped in my towel and cried for a moment. I wished Jim would come take me away. Why did he agree to take me here in the first place? Why was my daddy so mean? I was so angry I just wanted to scream.
The phone started making a noise in my hand and I slammed it down on the receiver. Then I picked it up and did it again and again. After a few hits, I grabbed the whole thing off the desk and yanked it out of the wall. With all the strength I could, I threw it down. it made a loud thud against the wood floor as it cracked open and a few plastic pieces flew off of it. It felt good to break it.
“What is going on in here?” Amelia opened the door to the office a few moments later. I was standing there in front of the broken phone and my towel had fallen to the floor, so I was completely naked.
“Sorry,” I turned toward her. “I accidentally dropped it.” I kinda lied.
“Well—it’s okay, dear” she replied. “It’s just a phone. But you should keep your temper in check next time. I’m guessing your call didn’t go so well?”
“Uh—not really,” she knew I had broken it on purpose. I don’t know why I thought she would actually think I dropped the whole phone. At least she didn’t seem mad.
“Well, I think I can have a replacement brought in before the boss finds out,” she told me. “Come back to your bath. Your room will be ready shortly.”
“C-can I talk to Terry?” I asked. I was kind of mad at Jim for leaving me here, but Terry only ever did what he was told. So if I could just talk to him, maybe I’d get to go back to the hotel instead…
“Sure, we can call him. But only if you promise not to break the phone downstairs, too,” Amelia raised her eyebrows.
“I promise…” I looked up at her carefully.
She wrapped the towel around me again and led me downstairs to another phone. It hung on the wall right inside a nice sitting area with a big bar. I guessed this was the room that all the guys had been getting drinks from earlier.
Amelia dialed a number on the phone and I she spoke to Terry for a second before handing me the phone. “Hi,” I said when she handed it to me.
“Naomi…” Terry said my name.
“Can you come pick me up, please,” I stopped myself from crying.
He sighed, “I’m picking you up tomorrow afternoon.”
“Please!” I begged him“I want to come back now!” I started telling him about the stuff that happened after he left me there.
“Tough shit kid, but it’s not that simple,” Terry stopped me. “Here, Jim is going to have to explain this one to you.” I didn’t want to talk to Jim, but Terry handed him the phone before I could say anything.
“Hi Little Lady,” Jim’s voice sounded warm and made me want to snuggle next to him.
“Hi,” I suddenly felt less mad at him. “Why did you just leave me here?” I complained. I heard him sigh before he went on.
“Okay look, you don’t have to believe me. And if I’m being honest, yes, I have left plenty of kids there before.” Jim explained. “But last month when your dad went to Amsterdam, he got caught up in some shit and wound up on someone’s bad side. . .I arranged to help him out, but be called me when we were in New York and told me he’d settled it. And he asked if I could drop you there. That’s the short version.”
“But why couldn’t you just stop it?” I whined.
“Because little lady, there are some people even I don’t cross,” he answered. “The guy who runs that place. . .he actually scares the living shit out of me. I’m not standing in the middle of that one, okay? Just be a good girl and do what you’re told. Terry will pick you up tomorrow.”
“Uh—okay,” I wanted him to explain better.
“Now, is that Amelia lady there?” Jim asked.
“Uh-huh,” I answered and Jim asked to speak to her.
I said goodby and handed her back the phone without breaking it this time. She spoke to him for a minute and I sat in one of the big chairs. The stuff Jim had said sounded confusing. I knew he wasn’t telling me everything, but I wasn’t mad at him anymore—just my dad.
While Amelia was on the phone, I couldn’t really tell what they were talking about and I got distracted when I looked down the hallway and saw a man walk out of one of the doors. There was a girl behind him. She looked a little older than me and had small boobies. I guess he had just fucked her and I realized I was going to have to do that while I was there, too.
The sex didn’t really bother me. I mean, yeah the party had really sucked and I was sore. But I had sex all the time anyway. Having to fuck a few customers was no big deal, really. I just hated the fact that even though I was a few thousand miles away, my dad still figured out how to ruin my life!