I paid the driver with the twenty dollars my mom had left me, and I walked nonchalantly to the soda machine while I looked around for my mom’s car. ... knew this was the place because I had overheard Harry in the locker room say that he had a room reserved in this motel for Friday night. I looked two or three times at every car in the parking lot and I could not spot my mom’s car. Maybe I was wrong and had jumped to ridiculous conclusions. I was now at the motel for no reason and would have to. Being fully aware of men's room etiquette, I concentrated on my hand washing, when I was interrupted by a tentative, "excuse me." I looked over at a clearly embarrassed kid - maybe 17 or 18, and noticed his hands. They were covered in crisp, new-looking bandages.Blushing furiously he said, "I'm really sorry to ask, but I've really gotta take a piss, and I'm not supposed to get my hands anywhere near water until I can get some plastic covers on these bandages. Hell, I don't even think I could. The one who took Robbie's place as The Duke's sex slave. Ain't that right, slave?" He looked me straight in the eyes. I nodded before he could yank on my head again."And you suck Duke's cock anytime he wants. Right?" I nodded again. It was the path of least resistance. "And, old Duke fucks your ass, too. Right?" Again, I nodded. This seemed to please Spike for he seemed gentler somehow.He then said, "Stand up, sweet cheeks!" He still had my hair in his grip.I stood, legs trembling. Spike let go. “You didn’t answer my question...”“My driver dropped you off last week. I asked him where you lived,” he reached for my arm but I backed up and his hand fell back to his side. “Look, the girl you heard... it’s not what you think.”I was embarrassed now. Liam obviously thought I was a jealous psycho. I stared down at my feet, which were covered up by sparkly pink socks. I wanted the ground to swallow me up and never spit me back out.“It’s none of my business,” I said, picking at a loose thread on.