She sat in silence with her legs folded for what felt like hours, until finally there was a light rap on the door and with a twist of a knob the man step in side. 

"Evenin' Miss." 

"Hello Sir, I'm Ame. " 

"Well nice to meet you ame, but tonight we will refer to you as Piggy, if that's alright with you? And You can refer to me as Chef." 

Piggy? Chef? Well that was a fast turn into an odd direction, Tommy hadn't been kidding when he said these were the specialty customers. 

"Um Sure, whatever you want. " 

"Lovely, lovely." He laid down his brief case on the bed and popped it open. She couldn't really get a good look at its contents considering he had closed it almost as fast as it had opened. He pulled out a mask and past it over to her. "Now if you would please, Take off the clothes and let me get a good look at you, Oh and if you could please put this on. " 

Well at least he was being polite.. She thought as she unfolded the rubber mask. It was in the shape of a pigs head, with the eyes cut out so she could see, and holes in the nose so she could breath. She had to admit, she had never really gone this far in the sex industry, usually leaving this side of the kinks to the other more experienced women. But today was for Tommy, she had to do whatever he wanted and if that was to run around squealing like a pig than so be it. 

"Have you ever done role playing before Piggy?" 

"I honestly can't say that i have but, I'll try anything once." she replied as she started to remove her clothes, draping them over the back of the chair. When she stood bare naked in front of him she finally strapped the mask around her face, instantly making him grunt with elation. 

"Very good little pet, Not too skinny but you could deal with a little bit more meat on your bones.." he walked around her, his hands exploring every inch of her body, trying to pinch. "I'll have to check with Tommy, See about plumping you up a bit. Make you look a little healthier." 

"Um Sure.." her cheeks burned and she was thankful that she had the mask to hide it. 

"Get on your Knees." This was a command, not a question. Instead of answering, she acted and bent down on all fours. "Good, very good stick that ass up let me get a good look while you crawl around" 

"Yes Chef." she arched her back as she walked. Their playing went on for hours, he pretended to be a head chef, and she was a little piggy going to slaughter for dinner. At first it was awkward, but after a while the hilarity of the situation made it easier to fall into character until eventually he came on the pig mask and laid on the bed a sweaty mess. 

"What a good little piggy you turned out to be..." he said through jagged breath, while she started to re-dress. "Will you be free on thursdays?" 

"Well i don't exactly have much planned, i'm sure we can schedule you in Chef." 

"Good... good.. Here let me help you with that." He reached behind her head and unclipped the mask. "You can run along there now miss, Let me get a bit cleaned up and all that.. I'll pass on a good word for you. And Maybe i'll see you again on thursday." 

"Sure. Well have a good night Chef. " 

"You too little piggy."

what a fckin weird night....

Tommy knew exactly what the judge liked, the man came every week, sometimes more then once. They had an arrangement, he didn't charge the man, providing regular service and secrecy; in exchange for favors in the courtroom for him and the boys. It was real good business, business that was humiliating but easy for the girls, he personally paid them when they took care of the man. He was sitting in his office smoking a cigar, listening to a record, when johnny knocked on the door. He hollered for him to come in, Johnny peeked his head in and let him know that the judge wanted to speak to him. He nodded once, and put his feet down, preferring to look professional with the man. Judge Wilson walked in with a big grin on his face, definitely excited. He had liked Ame, no surprise really.

"That girl. She's Damn good. If she's available, i'd like to have her on my sessions."

He took out a money clip, loaded with cash, pulled out a few large bills and set them down on the table. Tommy looked to him curiously, he never paid for anything here.

"Whats that for? Yous like her so much yous payin me for the session?"

They both shared a laugh, and then the Judge spoke to him.

"Thats a tip for you, there might be more if she starts getting a little bigger. Shes too skinny, use that to get her better food."

Tommy shook his head and nodded as the judge tipped his hat and walked out. He'd run it by the girl, but thats the best he could do, he wouldn't force feed his girls, not for nobody.

"Johnny! Get Ame in here now!"

Again Tommy hollered out the door, he just didn't feel like getting up and going out there. He began to count the money, holy shit, he thought. This was a big tip. He shook his head and slid the stack of bills into a desk drawer.

Ame had redressed in the corset, stockings and robe. She had a quick 5 minute shower just to clean herself up, after all the night was still kinda young and there was a chance she would have another client. Just as she finished, Boris appeared asking for her to follow which she assumed meant she needed to check back in with Tommy. He opened the door for her and she stepped inside Tommy's office. 

"You called for me Boss?"

She asked, stepping into the room, and stood beside the chair, waiting to be asked to sit before actually taking a seat.

She walked in polite as ever, Tommy looked up at her and smiled that broad grin of his.

"Come on yous! Take a seat. You did a good job yous know that? That man doesn't pay for this service, yet he walks in this office and sets down a stack of cash after an hour or two with you. I don't know what magic you did, but let me tell yous, keep that shit up. Your off for the night. Yous can go work with the girls, or just hang around, drinks on me, for you only, no johns."

He pulled open the drawer and pulled out a stack of hundreds, sliding them to her.

"This is your cut for the judge. Being able to make big stiffs......well stiff, like that."

He couldn't help but to chuckle at his own joke.

"Thats a good talent. Yous keep that up, and we can put some people in our pocket, and move up in this world. I move up, and Im gonna take yous with me sweetheart."

She pulled the money towards her and flicked through the bills, she could only imagine what the man had actually paid Tommy cause the cash in her hand would take care of her for a very long time. Unable to help it, a smile spread across her lips. The past few hours seeming slightly like a weird acid trip, but at the same time she felt somewhat accomplished. 

Amelia sat down in the chair and pulled out a smoke from her little black case, and a lighter from the other side. She leaned back in the chair and crossed her legs. 

"That man, is one hella fucked up. Are they all going to be that odd?  " she took a drag on the smoke and exhaled it slowly. "Oh and btw, it's still before 12 am, I'm still yours for approximately 34 minutes, so honestly I'm thinking I might hang out here for a bit, then call it a night early, catch up on some sleep, lord knows my legs need it... And I wasn't joking when I said I'd be Queen of this place. You need me Tommy, and now you know it... Oh and to save you the trouble of asking, no,  i will not be packing on any weight for that man I'm mushy enough thank you."

She leaned forward tapping the ash of the end.

"I need yous? Eh. Its funny that you should say that, as this place has run fine without yous for a long time. So to what I know. I think your getting a little ahead of yourself princess, cuz yous not that useful to me yet. As for the 34 minutes. Go, Im not thinking yous should be hangin out here."

Tommy built this place from the ground, he had set everything up and he had done it alone. He ran his roost, and he didn't need nobody. This girl was useful, he could tell, but she was hungry, and he wasn't going to let her ambition swallow him up. There was only one king in this castle, and he'd die before he gave that up.

" You Know what Tommy? You may have power, you may have money. But your a complete and total dumbass, that will forever be alone. Sure you have money, but at the end of the day your just an asshole that every body hates and only respects you for a pay check. Just because you started alone, doesn't mean you need to end alone... But heres whats worse, I don't even fucking know why i'm trying so hard. So I give up, be alone, drown in your money for all I care."

She rolled her eyes and took the cash, storming out of his office. She had enough cash from that one man to get her back home, and an apartment for a good few months. She could go anywhere she wanted, and right now Detroit was too much of a roller coaster that was really starting to make her sick. She'd get in contact with Arizona, thank her for the hospitality and the help for getting her help during her stay, but explain that this just wasn't working out. 

Then, skip off to the train, buy a ticket for fuck  only knows where and see where else this life was gonna take her. She ran up to her room and packed her shit, which wasn't actually that hard considering she didn't have much. She folded the Maid's outfit and laid it on her bed beside the brand new shoes. He had paid for those, so she didn't exactly feel like they belonged to her. 

Once she had her bag back she left, and wouldn't stop walking. She knew they would follow her, but why? it's not like they "needed" her, so why would they waste the energy and resources? She would go so far and eventually they would give up. 

The mouth on that one, he could feel his temper rising, the familiar hot, pressure in his head. But he gritted his teeth and stifled it, he knew that if he lost his temper on one of the girls, none of them would ever trust him again, and this was a business of trust. She stormed out, and knowing her flair for the dramatic, she was going to ride off into a fictional sunset, wanting him to chase. Fuck that. He whistled for his boys, Boris and Greg came to the door, with a curious johnny looking over there shoulder. 

"Go get that girl and bring her back to me. Maybe she didn't get the memo. But once you join the family, their aint no leaving."

He decided he needed to walk around, cool himself off for when she was brought back in. He wasn't lying, you didn't just waltz into a criminal organization, then walk back out. There was rules, and if she didn't know them, then she needed to be informed. He grabbed a glass of bourbon from Johnny at the counter and prepared for the girl to come back. After a few minutes he made his way back to his office, sat down in his expensive chair, and lit his most expensive cigar. He sighed as he took in the smell of the cigar, and took a drink of the bourbon. Maybe he had been a little hard on her. Woman were so god damn sensitive, it was so much harder then working with his boys. 

She could hear the light footsteps behind her. She wasn't gonna stop, not this time, no going for a coffee, it was straight to the train station with her. She turned the corner of a building, looking behind her and smacked right into greg. 

"Shit!" she cursed under her breath and pushed off against him. "Please greg just leave me alone.. I need to leave."

"Boss says bring you home, my job is to bring you home."

"If you see me that is, Just pretend i wasn't here.. you never even saw me."

"Its not that easy Miss Amelia."

"Sure it is ! Please i'm begging you just let me get away from here. I don't belong in detroit I made a mistake." 

"A mistake I didn't make miss. And by letting you go I could land myself in a world of trouble ya know? " He reached out and grabbed her arm. She gasped, and lifted a knee kicking him hard between the legs, before punching his face breaking his nose where he then cruppled to the floor. 

"You could have just let me go greg..." 

Tommy wasn't going to let her get away. She needed Arizona, he was afraid of her, he had shown it on his face the moment Amelia had told him she was family. So instead of leaving the family, she needed to leave the brothel. Leave Tommy to his own devices and find a different place to contribute. Arizona had said , if ever she needed anything she would be there... the only problem was finding her. She ran down an alley hiding in the dark behind a dumpster while she tried to collect her thoughts. She had heard two sets of footsteps meaning one was still out there..  

Boris was light on his feet, a trait that made him dangerous, for his size. He watched Greg go down, and instead of assisting his coworker he decided to lay a trap for Amelia. He snuck around through the alley, almost getting spotted as she dashed into it to hide. He pulled out a rag, doused it in Ether and before she could attack him too, he put the rag over her mouth and nose. As expected she went limp after about 30 seconds, he threw the limp girl over his shoulder and he rustled Greg awake.

"Lets go. The boss is waiting."

Greg shook his head, no doubt suffering a headache, and fearing the wrath of his boss at his failure. the two men walked to a car, and it drove back to the brothel. Boris carried Amelia into Tommy's office and set her in the chair, the Ether wouldn't last forever, she would be awake soon. As a precaution, the boys took her stuff and put it up in her room. Who knew what she had in there. Tommy made his final preparations himself, he had a fine cigar and a glass of fine bourbon waiting for her. He would try a different approach for her, she was a loose cannon and he didn't like that, but she was family so he would have to be patient. For now, she was locked in his office with him, and the key was in his pocket, he almost felt bad for the girl.

Everything was dark, and her body stiff. She tried to move her arms but couldn't everything felt like lead. Last thing she remembered was ducking down behind the dumpster.. Eventually, with great struggle she managed to open her eyes and look around the room. Some how she was back in Tommy's office. She could feel her heart begin to race and panic. She didn't want to be back here she wanted to be as far away from here as possible. Instead, it didn't matter how much she tried she would always get brought back. She was stuck now, and her ability to run away was getting limited and that was making her the most uncomfortable. 

She looked around the room until her eyes landed on Tommy. "Why can't you just leave me alone? You've said it yourself , you don't need me..." she said putting emphasizing the word need "It doesn't matter to you if i'm here or not, you'll make your money without me remember? So do it! Without me. I want to talk to Arizona, she will find somewhere else for me, away from you that way we can both be happy and move the fuck on with our lives. " 

"Princess, its 11:56pm, Sunday. We had an agreement, yous gotta do whatever I say on sunday. So my last task for yous is."

He took a long drag of his cigar, interrupting his speech. He had a stack of cash on the table, his finest bourbon, some fine cigars. He wanted to reach her somehow, and materialism is what he knew.

"I want yous to tell me, how to make it up to yous. I ain't so good at dealing with people. I give out orders, I fuck people up, thats what im good at. I can organize people, run ledgers, and make profits. Fuck, I can inspire loyalty with men, but the girls. Well, i aint sensitive, and I can be mean. Yous already know Ill kill for you, thats how I show my appreciation. I give yous money, I give yous opportunity, I protect yous. So teach me. Tell me what I gotsa do to make this work with yous. Give me a couple days, and if yous still pissed, then Ill drive you to Arizona myself. The booze, cigar and money is for you, an apology."

He took a drink of the bourbon and looked at her, wondering if this would work. He wasn't used to this, he treated arizona like a boss, and the respect went places. He worked well with men, but working close with women was different for him. But he could learn, fuck, he should learn; Arizona sent this broad to him because she was confident he would look out for her, and he planned on not letting her down.

She gripped the arms of her chair trying not to spit out anymore profanities. Sure, she was his until midnight Sundays - but she had already asked to stay with him and he had turned her away, gave her the rest of the night off so how dare he pull that shit as though this was a command. But it wasn't like she had any other choice.. of course she could just sit for the next 3 minutes in silence, and waste away the clock but that would just aggravate him and make it worse. She already had enough bruises and didn't need anymore for talking back. 

At least he said he would drive her to Arizona.. she just had to keep up this shit for another few days and she'd get to see her again. That was potentially the only real way she knew how to get to her anyway, and It was starting to become clear that if she tried to leave on her own to find Arizona, she would just get hunted down again by his men. 

She sighed and stared at the pile in front of her, eyeing the clock. She left the pile, money meant nothing to her she wasn't like the other sluts down stairs that needed the cash for a fix, or to blow on god only knows what. She had gone a long time without owning anything, and that meant she didn't care for anything really now as long as she had a dry place to sleep, clothes on her back and a full stomach the rest meant nothing. Instead she rooted around in her breast 'pocket' until she found her cigarettes and lighter. She lit one up and sat back in the seat , in the same position she had been in before she had left. 

"Sure Boss, you can make a fuck load of money, you can have anything you want. And that's enough for you, cause all you care about is money, and stature. You don't care who you have to hurt, and you don't care about the consequences for your actions towards the people you do hurt and You don't realize the shit you say effects people - or well maybe you do you just really don't give a shit." She paused, taking a few puffs from the smoke.

"See the difference between me and you Tommy, is that I care about people." Though her words may have been harsh, her voice was very calm and relaxed. "I make a living of trying to make people happy, feel good because i feed off of their joy in turn it makes me happy too. I know that because they smile, moan , laugh that i caused that happiness and for one fucking second i mattered to somebody. And that gives me hope, cause i know that person matters too. To you they're a tolerable pawn until you no longer need them..."

"So then I come here, and it doesn't matter how much money i make for you, I offer to willing be your slave, decline a pay increase, decline better lodgings, all in a desperate attempt to understand what could make YOU happy, to make you consider me as someone worthy of your respect and attention, But it doesn't matter what i do. I'm still nothing but an obligation to you because someone let me into your family, and now you HAVE to take care of me. I didn't want you out of necessity, i wanted you because i genuinely was intrigued by who i thought you were.  i wanted you because i thought you could want me too. And i see it now. You don't need anything, or anyone somehow you have managed to find happiness without needing to get close to anyone - and thats good for you. But it's not for me."

"So to answer your question Tommy, i don't think you CAN make it up to me now. I don't want your wealth, or your stature. I just wanted to be someone who mattered for once... but this is clearly the wrong city for that." 

She eyed the clock, 11:59. One more minute and she was out of here. She eyed the bourbon, what would one drink hurt?

"Princess. There aint no reason for this shit. I may have pissed you off, but I have never attacked you physically or verbally, Ive given you plenty of money and opportunity, I arranged a mans death for you. Ive known you for 3 fucking days, Princess. Am I really that bad? How many people that you have met, laughed with, and loved, would kill a man who attacked you, especially after knowing you for 3 fucking days. Thats love princess, its how I show it at least. I give yous money, and I kill for yous, its what i know. Money and blood. Sorry I aint the type thats all hugs, cupcakes and unicorn farts. It just aint me."

Tommy took a long drag off of his cigar, blowing the smoke upwards in between them. He shook his head while looking at her.

"Now I gotsa few things to say about the things you said about me and my city. Yous say I dont care about anyone. Yous know that I paid for Johnny's moms funeral costs when she died, Yous know that I bought Boris a house for him and his family, yous know that I pay all medical expenses for all my boys and girls whenever anything happens to them. Yous know that I provided housing, meals and clothes to any of my boys and girls that need it. Did yous fucking know that I have killed 18 people for fucking with one of my boys and girls, and beat, I dont even know how many others. Youve known me for three fucking days and now you say yous know me. Fuck you. I care about people, and I already care about you, yous just dont want to see it. Yous already mattered to me, but yous dont want to see it. Nobody that works with me is a pawn."

The large man stood up, he removed his coat and laid it over the back of the chair. Methodically he began to untie his tie and un-button his shirt, when he got that off he showed her a bullet wound scar on his chest.

"The man that you attacked earlier today for doing his job, I took a bullet in the chest that was meant for his head. He has a wife and a daughter. Ive never hit him or any of my boys and girls, I just yell, and give less money when im fucking pissed. You have already hurt my "Pawns" more then I have ever. I guess now I gots one last thing to say to yous."

He began to put his clothing back on, methodically while continuing his conversation with her.

"Yous want to matter, maybe I aint so good at showing my caring, maybe yous just aint good at seein it. But even if yous didn't matter yet, you only gave it a few days. This world that you have entered, it aint a safe world, and trust don't come easy. I been fair to you, this city has been fair to you, I mean fuck, Arizona gave you a place in the family. If you aint in the family, anybody can do whatever they want to you with no real repercussion. Just open your eyes, broaden your horizon and give this family and me a god damn chance. "

He finished dressing himself and sat down in his chair, taking a drink of his bourbon. 

"So what do you say Princess. Do yous still think I am a monster? Do yous still think my city and my family aint for you? Do yous still think yous gotta leave?"

She sat in silence, tears burning behind her eyes that were getting real hard to restrain. Truth is, she didn't really know anyone. She knew the nuns, til they outcast her, and the other residents of the orphanage but they had all been adopted and not once had they come to visit her. She spent her entire life being invisible, and had no idea how to not feel that way anymore. Looking back on this place maybe she had a chance, maybe she didn't but regardless whatever opportunities could have been here she had now royally fucked up. 

She didn't want to look at Tommy, instead she held her head low like a scolded child. She still felt as though leaving Detroit would be the best option. She had been here a week, and had managed to royally fuck up any potential positive reputation that she could have had. A family had been nice enough to welcome her in when they didn't really have too.. They could have left her a helpless whore on the streets and she repaid them like this because she was too childish and paranoid to see a different perspective of the situation. 

She doubted out the cigarette in the nearby ash tray. She kept her head down as she spoke. "Tommy I don't know anyone, I don't have family, I don't have friends, I was taught i didn't need any of them because all i needed was God. Well turns out i don't have him either. I don't know how I'm supposed to act, or how other people are supposed to act.. I have to rely on knowledge i've learned in the past 5 years. I trust people like how a youngster would, I barely know the difference. " She leaned over the arm of the chair and rested her head in her hands. "So quite honestly. I don't think I belong in your family. I don't think I belong in detroit. Realistically i don't belong anywhere with anyone. The streets were probably the best place for me. " 

She stood up and gathered her things. It was 12:05, she over stayed her welcome and was too embarassed to stay any longer

"Sorry Princess, I locked the door. Ill let you out once we have everything figured out, so please, take a seat."

He beckoned for her to sit, at the same time he took a pack of the smokes that she normally smoked, out of his desk and set them down in front of her. He had gotten those for her, for when she found herself in his office.

"Once you join our family, thats that. Im truly surprised that it wasn't explained to you, you do not give up on family. So you say you don't know anyone, and that yous dont have family. Princess, you are MY FAMILY, and yous know me, and yous know my small little family here. If yous ever need to know how yous should act, Princess, thats what I am good at. Yous can count on me to point you in the right direction every time. Ill start with, Quit running. Yous cannot get through life running away. Yous gotta stand strong and face down your problems, and I am here to help yous do that. Yous not only belong in my family, but Detroit is your home. Home is where your heart is Princess, relax, stay strong, and let this be your home. Quit fucking over thinking things, and don't yous ever think that I don't want you here. I'm an honest man, I say what i feel whenever I feel it. Some people don't like that shit, some people do. If I didn't want yous here, I would tell yous."

Tommy stood up and walked around the desk to where her chair was, he extended both of his arms out in an invitation for a hug.

"Are we good?"

As told she walked back to her chair and sat down, she stayed quiet while he spoke. To someone who had parents, to someone who had friends family is an easy concept to grab. But to Ame, she had clients, and still had no idea exactly what it all meant to really be in one, and didn't really know the extent of how these people could be beneficial for her. It was hard to shake a life where you rely on your self for survival, to being able to relax and settle in. She didn't have a home and as much as she had searched for one she never really thought about what she would do once she found it. 

"Ya We're good...I'm sorry" she whispered and stood up walking into his arms and buried her head in his chest for the first and potentially only time she hugged him. It was even more noticeable while they hugged just how small she was in comparison to Tommy she looked like a weeping child. Sure they were good as in she wouldn't question him anymore, or test his patience, hell she was debating on if she would ever be able to talk to him again after tonight or look him in the eye. Now she just felt stupid and embarrassed and would rather have crawled into a hole than stay here. If these people were truly her family she hadn't exactly shown much appreciation. She was just some dumb, immature  orphan who knew nothing of the world despite how much she thought she had learned.. 

She moved in and embraced him, burying her head in her chest. She was a tiny little thing, he hugged her tightly to himself, but not too tightly. A hug that he hoped conveyed a sense of security to her, a sense of belonging.

"Would you like to start over? Fresh start between us?"

He didn't let her go as he spoke, he figured this was good for her, not that it was something he was sued to or probably good at. He wondered how old she really was, it was possible she wasn't ready for all of this. He would try his best to go a bit easier on her, he remembered being young, confused and wild. 

She nodded despite not really knowing how a 'fresh start' would help the situation. She'd still be left feeling like an unworthy asshole. And on top of that she couldn't promise she wouldn't run away. It was all she had ever known. When things got rough, she'd walk. It was her most natural instinct, liking breathing to some.. so how do you promise your never gonna breath again?

"I would... " She stepped back away from him looking up at him . She had to admit, the night had gone better than anticipated considering it had started with her being ethered and taken back here against her will. Still she was left uneasy. Shaking, she stepped toward his take and reached for the pack of smokes. Whenever she was nervous, she became a chain smoker burning them from end to end, this was a perfect example of one of those times.