" She held her fist in the air and pumped it, "You bent over and let her ram it up your passive ass while she ripped you for what a terrible job you w...re doing. What's her threat, bring up your sales or out on your ear, after nine years of slavery." She stopped just looking at me. I have no idea what she wanted me to say, then her threat came. The words I have dreaded hearing for over nine years."If you can't support me the way, I expect," she shook, she was almost in tears, "well mister, there. .. flickered. Briefly. Less than a minute, I’d say. Maker’s hairy arse, Sierra, what happened to you?” His tone sounded so frightened, so desperate, I wanted nothing but to hold him until the fear subsided.I thought over my ordeal, wondering where to even start, when a few of the more horrific details I’d apparently been repressing made themselves known again. “Avanna,” I gasped, tears gathering in my eyes. “Faren!” The tears began to overflow, and I buried my face back in his neck.“Avanna?” He. It made me feel a little nervous, because I had never done anything like that before in front of someone. Jerry almost came a few times but I would slow down just enough so he didn't. Another night I had on a trench coat over my button down skirt. Jerry reached under my coat and unbuttoned my skirt all the way and had me take it off. I was kind of exciting sitting in the Porno Theater, naked under my coat. Jerry went through all the things he normally did, except this time I had no. Richie began to show his frustration."Get your top off, woman and flash me dem tits" he said, his Jamaican accent making him sound like a gangster. Gangsta rapper, maybe!Jenny shuddered. The thought of taking her top of in front of this stranger did not appeal to her. Sure, she'd been topless on the beach once or twice before but never like this. Hell, it was scary. Then her mind went through another train of thought, that he was a photographer, a professional one by the looks of the kit he had.