Every part of her ached. Between the long days of crime and the long nights that come with drug addiction, Solace was wearing herself thin. She drove along the streets of Detroit, her eyes peeled for any sign of relief. Where were all the fucking massage parlors around here? She’d never have this issue back home. Sighing in exasperation, Solace pulled her car over to the side of the road and leaned her head against the headrest, allowing her eyes to drift closed.

Moments later, a manicured hand rapped against her window. Her bloodshot eyes shot open as she took in the ladies standing to the side of her car. It was only a couple of the local hookers. Solace wound her window down and offered a weak smile at the closest one. “Can I help y’all?” Solace inquired, trying her best to be friendly.

“That depends, are you a cop?” The second girl crossed her arms, trying to look intimidating.

Solace snorted with laughter. “I’d be offended if that wasn’t so funny. Do I LOOK like a cop to you? Of course I’m not a pig.”

“Nah, I know that look,” the closest hooker said, grinning. “You’re coming down hard, aren’t you, baby girl? You looking for a good time? We can pick you right back up.” Her manicured hand caressed the side of Solace’s face as she leaned closer, giving Solace an ample view of her cleavage.

Tempted as she was, Solace shook her head as she smiled. These ladies weren’t the drug she needed. “Tempting offer ladies, really. But my head is pounding. Y’all haven’t seen any massage parlors around here, have you?”

“Shit, sweetness. I can give you a massage, probably for cheaper. Happy endings are extra though,” the second girl winked, coming closer to the car. “I’m Bambi. This here’s Chardonnay,” she continued, nodding her head at the other girl.

“Pleasure, I’m Solace.” Solace considered the possibilities before shrugging. “Alright, ladies. Hop in.” She looked over her shoulder as Bambi and Chardonnay climbed into the backseat and smiled at them. “Better book the night off any other jobs, it’s going to be a long night.”

Back at her family’s Headquarters, Solace ushered the girls inside, tossing a cheeky grin at her crew as they went upstairs to Solace’s bedroom. Thankfully she’d managed to clean recently, no doubt during one of her highs. No sooner than they made it inside, Solace collapsed face down onto her bed, breathing in the scent of clean sheets.

“Honey child,” Bambi began, her voice tinkling with laughter. “If you want a massage, I need you to take off your shirt.”

“Take off my shirt?!” Solace asked incredulously, questioning the necessity of this step.

“Girl, I fuck people for a living, and you’re shy about taking your shirt off?” Bambi giggled and took Solace’s hand, easing her into a sitting position. “Come on now, you don’t want to get lotion all over that pretty top.”

Solace relented, grabbing her sheet against her as Bambi disposed of her top. She settled back into her bed, crossing her arms under her head as Bambi began to work her magic. “Ohhh, god that feels good,” Solace groaned, interrupted by Chardonnay kneeling in front of her.

“I know what you need, baby girl,” Chardonnay cooed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She pulled a bag of white powder from her cleavage, dipping her nail into it and offering a bump to Solace, who promptly accepted. Solace breathed deep as the white powder coated her nostril, the feeling of euphoria spreading through her quickly. She felt like a fucking princess with these two catering to her.

Her eyes flicked up to Chardonnay’s face, offering a dreamy smile at the hooker. “Thank you.” Solace watched as Chardonnay offered a hit to Bambi before taking one herself. She frowned as she noticed Chardonnay’s discolored cheek bone, the purplish hue seeping through her makeup. It was obvious she’d been knocked around recently. She tried to control her breathing, to not allow herself to give in to her rage. There wasn’t much that could rile Solace up quicker than witnessing a girl being hit, whore or not. “Darlin’,” Solace began, trying to control her temper. “What happened there?” She nodded her head slightly towards her.

“Baby, if you’re concerning yourself with that, we’re not making you feel good enough. Let’s try harder, shall we, Bambi?” Chardonnay managed a weak smile at Bambi and then Solace, shaking her little baggie in an attempt to change the subject.

Solace shook her head and sat up, gathering the sheet around her. She was unconcerned with how uncomfortable Chardonnay appeared when questioned. “No, really. Come on, I’m paying you for your time. Answer my questions. Did a client do that to you?” She took the bag from Chardonnay and moved back to sit next to Bambi. She reached over to her nightstand and grabbed her mirror, setting out lines while she motioned for Chardonnay to join them on the bed.

“It’s not something we can really talk about,” Bambi said in a hushed tone. It sounded like fear. Solace rolled up a bill and snorted one of the lines before offering it to her company.

“Ahhh, so it’s your pimp then?” It wasn’t really a question; Solace knew the answer, same as they, so it wasn’t surprising when she wasn’t offered a response. It was frustrating that they were so kind, and yet so afraid. Her mind was racing as she toyed with an idea. She could get used to the attention they provided, and she could afford it, especially if they opened shop. “How’d you like a boss that didn’t hit you?”

With that, Solace and the girls set off to find their John. Solace told the girls to wait for her as she let herself out. The gun tucked into the waistband of her pants was a pleasant reassurance for any altercation that might occur. She was ready to free them of this monster. She was ready to open a business. She was ready to do some more fucking drugs!

The conversation didn’t go well, so she shot him in the face. Solace walked back over to her car and let herself in, calmly looking back at her two new employees. “I assume you may have some other girls that will find themselves in need of employment here soon. Feel free to give them my card,” she said, passing a stack to each as she continued. “Don’t bring me anyone that looks strung out, we want to be classy after all.”

Several days and many, many lines later, Solace stood in the middle of her new shop. Bambi and Chardonnay were next to her, grinning as they looked around. Their pimp had an old building that was used for holding newly acquired girls still being “trained”, with rooms off to each side. The women had since been freed, with several pledging their loyalty to Solace, excited about the prospect of a real job, a new beginning.

The building shone. It was cleaned immaculately, repainted, and decorated. The open space had an instant calming effect. The rooms had been redone to allow for private massages, Bambi settling in as the main masseuse. New chairs and desks were placed inside for customers to get their nails done; a skill they’d since discovered Chardonnay possessed. They’d both helped Solace from the beginning, and had been appointed her managers. They’d hired several other girls that would be arriving later: Star, Skye, and Cherry. She would be sure to visit her new spa often to make sure everything was running smoothly, but Solace knew it would be in good hands.

They stood together as Solace finished painting their sign: Spa of Solace. Underneath, she’d listed the services available: Manicure - $10.00, Pedicure - $15.00, Massage - $25.00, One Hour Full Body Massage - $40.00. 

Solace smiled as she finished. Maybe they’d expand later, offer more services. For now, she was content.

“Ummmm,” Chardonnay interrupted the quiet content. “But can we still fuck, though?” Solace’s eyes widened, surprised at the question.

“What do you mean? I mean, you can? I thought you wanted to get out of that line of work...” Solace trailed off, confused.

Bambi laughed before joining in on the conversation. “Honey child, you have other talents, and yet you’re involved with the mob, because it’s what you love.” Bambi paused, allowing that to settle in. “We found ourselves in the streets because it’s what we love.”

Solace giggled and shrugged, not one to stand in the way of one’s aspirations. After all, she might own the company, but she wasn't providing any of the "services". She quickly amended her sign.

Spa of Solace

 

Manicure - $10.00 

Pedicure - $15.00 

Massage - $25.00 

One-Hour Full Body Massage - $40.00

 

*Happy Endings optional on all products, extra charge to be discussed with the staff

Solace smiled and hung the sign in the window. They were open for business.

Criseria had decided to take the day off and pamper herself here in Detroit and the Spa of Solace seemed like the perfect way to do it.  So she decided to visit. 

"Hello, My name is Criseria and I would like to make an appointment for an hour massage,  I send my condolences for the owner, but I am glad you are still up and running a girl could always use a little pampering." As she waited for scheduled time to come up she decided to read one of the magazines in the waiting room. 

When she was taken back for the massage it so helped relax her tense muscles, it had been such a crazy week, she had been so busy and the coppers had been so close a couple of times.  This has definitely made the week worth while.