Samantha Part 10
Below is part 10 of my story Samantha. For part 9 which links back to previous chapters please visit http://newauthoronline.wordpress.com/2013/01/01/samantha-part-9/
Sam glanced at the bedside clock. It’s luminous dile indicated that it had just gone midnight. She couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t the sound of Peter’s gentle snoring which made her wakeful, it was the myriad thoughts chasing one another around her whirling brain. Sam held Peter close her head pressed against his chest, trying to block out the recollections which came crowding in on her.
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It was a Friday evening and the student bar was packed. A group of 4 students seated on the table next to Sam’s where engaged in an earnest political discussion. Sam listened half heartedly attempting to push her concerns about daddy’s health to the back of her mind. “The Soviet Union was never truly Communist. You can’t say that because Stalin murdered millions that Marxism inevitably leads to tyranny”. “Come off it, everywhere that Communism has been tried tyranny and famine have been the result. There is something fundamentally wrong with the theory, its not just the practice”. Normally Sam would have waided into the debate, she loved a good discussion and had won a number of debates as a member of Cheltenham Ladies College’s Debating Society, however thinking of her father’s near fatal heart attack all this politicking seemed supremely unimportant. Sam’s eyes pricked. She hastily reached into her handbag to retrieve a packet of tissues. She blew her nose and dabbed at her eyes with a cleanex.
“Are you OK?” Sam looked up to see a man with black hair and dark eyes staring at her. He was, Sam guessed in his early twenties and was rather handsome in his neatly pressed blue jeans and crisp white shirt. “I’m Barry. You look upset. Can I do anything to help?” “I’m fine thanks. Well actually I’m not, my dad’s just had open heart surgery. He had to have it as an emergency procedure as he’s had several heart attacks and the doctors said he’d die if the hospital didn’t operate urgently”. Sam didn’t know why she confided in this stranger but she felt an overwhelming need to unburden herself, to talk to someone, anyone about the pain inside. “I’m very sorry to hear that” Barry said taking a seat next to Sam, “Do you know that you are gorgeous even with those puffy eyes?” Sam smiled weakly “Thanks. I haven’t seen you around before, what are you studying?” Barry lowered his voice and winked conspiratorially “Don’t tell anyone but I’m not a student, I sneaked in to have a cheap drink! I was just about to get myself another pint when I saw you, can I get you anything?” Sam hesitated fractionally before replying but Barry’s open face disarmed any suspicions which she might otherwise have entertained, “Thanks I’ll have a rum and coke please”. “OK its very crowded at the bar but I’ll be back as quickly as I can”. Barry walked across to join the queue at the bar leaving Sam to her thoughts. Sam was so deep in thought that she failed to notice Barry’s return until he touched her lightly on her shoulder, “Your rum and coke” Barry said with a smile. “Thanks” Sam said taking a gulp of the dark liquid. “So do you come here often?” Barry asked. “Come on that’s a really corney chat up line” Sam said smiling despite herself. “It is but it’s the best I can manage!” Barry said. Sam took another sip of her drink. She felt suddenly dizzy. Surely she haden’t drunk that much? This was only her second drink, she couldn’t be drunk. Sam attempted to stand and had to grip hold of the table to stop herself from collapsing on the floor. “Are you OK? You don’t look well”. I feel dizzy and my vision is blurry” Sam replied hastily reseating herself. “Do you live on campus?” “No I’ve got a flat near to Hunts Cross station, just above the post office”. “I’ll call you a taxi” Barry said reaching for his mobile. “You don’t need to, I’ll be fine”. “You don’t look fine, I’m ordering you a cab and I’ll come with you to make sure that you get home OK”. Sam was to tired and confused to argue.
Several minutes passed during which Sam must have dozed before she felt Barry shaking her awake. “The taxi’s outside” he said supporting Sam as she rose shakily to her feet.
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Sam awoke feeling like death warmed up. She lay in the unfamiliar bed trying to recall the events of the previous evening. However her mind was a complete blank. Feeling an overriding urge to urinate. Sam got out of bed holding onto the headboard for support until the room ceased spinning. Once Sam’s vision had cleared and the room had stopped girating she looked around for her clothes. They lay in a heap on the floor next to the bed. “I don’t remember undressing” Sam thought a feeling of growing unease rising in her. She put on her jeans,
pulled a t-shirt over her head, and opening the bedroom door went in search of the bathroom.
The bathroom was directly opposite to the room in which Sam had past the night. She entered, locked the door and gratefully relieved herself. A clean bath sheet hung on a towel rail affixed to a radiator. Laying the towel next to the shower cubicle in order that she could step out onto it once she had finished her shower Sam entered the cubicle, turned on the taps and soaped herself thoroughly with the Imperial Leather shower gel which stood on a rack attached to the wall. Stepping out of the shower Sam towelled herself dry, dressed and feeling a little more human exited the bathroom.
A steep flight of uncarpeted stairs lead down to a hall. Holding on to the banister for support (Sam still felt rather odd) she descended the stairs. “Hello, come in here I’ve got something very interesting to show you”. The voice came from the living room which was situated to the left of the staircase. Sam entered to see Barry fiddling with a laptop. “I’m not that technical Sam, ah there we go” Barry said turning the screen so that it was directly facing Sam. Sam could feel the bile rising in her stomach. There displayed in full colour lay Sam completely naked with a man’s penis in her mouth while another man penetrated her from behind doggy style. “You raped me. Oh my god” Sam wailed rocking backwards and forwards. “Prove it. I heard you up in the bathroom. The stuff I used, GHB leaves the body very quickly. You have peaed and showered, there won’t be anything to show the police not that you will be going to them anyway”. “Bastard” Sam said her nails reaching for Barry’s eyes. Barry’s right hand caught Sam a crushing blow across the face the ring he wore on his right index finger drawing blood. “Don’t you ever try anything like that again you little whore! Sit down” he said pushing sam down roughly into a straight backed wooden chair. “You go to the police and I’ll send those photos straight to daddy. I’m sure he’d be very surprised to see what his little girl does for kicks. Oh I almost forgot, daddy’s got a dodgy heart hasn’t he. Wouldn’t it be tragic if those pictures killed him. You don’t want that do you Sam? Of course you don’t. Tell you what I’ll do a deal. You see a friend of mine, keep him company for the evening and I won’t send those pics to daddy. If you are stupid enough to go to the cops I’ll say that you consented and Daddy will get a nice set of glossy prints of his little girl in the mail”. “You arsehole! Don’t try to stop me leaving or I’ll scream”. “You can go Sam but if you aren’t at my friend’s place at 8 tonight those photos go in the post. Here is the address” he said handing Sam a dirty piece of paper with an almost illegible address scrawled in pencil on it.
That evening Sam had gone to see Barry’s “friend”. She knew that he would expect sex and Sam provided it feeling numb throughout the encounter. Afterwards she had begged Barry to destroy the photographs. “My friend really liked you Sam. We are onto a good little earner you and I. I won’t be binning those pics just yet”. So had begun Sam’s career, if one could call it that as a prostitute.
