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The characters in this piece are not real people, but are based and written as composite images of several people that I have met over the years. The names and places are not real either and are written they same way.

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Lola

She remembered it vividly; the night she came to America. Her handlers had handed her over to two American men and a woman in the streets of Nuevo Laredo. They handed her an American passport, tourist clothes, shopping bags and a bottle of Corona. Just a few half-baked Americans returning from a shopping trip in a border town. Once on the American side of the border they put her in a car, took away the passport and handed her a drivers license and social security card and then drove her to San Antonio where her life as a dancer began. She thought she was twenty-one but could not remember her sixteenth birthday. Lola had been to many countries and places, her time in Russia was nothing more than a surge of dis-jointed memories that often intruded on everyday life like a tv picking up random stations. She could not remember a family or a life like most people her age; it was just one group of handlers to the next. Lola had been sold into the sex trade at the early age of ten and now she was only thirteen. Her tall, leggy, European good looks opened many doors with long, blonde hair and high cheekbones she was a favorite. She was well behaved and did what her handlers told her; she was lucky as they took good care of her. Lola learned several languages, was poised and while in South America had received breast augmentation. She looked more like a young runway model than a sex-slave. Her time in San Antonio was profitable for her handlers. She made them over $35,000 as a dancer and the few late night swingers parties they took her to netted them an extra $20,000. Her time in San Antonio was drawing to a close and they were preparing her for the next town. She had learned to drive and navigate the shops in the area, she was allotted an allowance to keep herself up and she did just that always looking her best. The handlers spent hours talking with her about getting a husband, the next town was meant not just for revenue generation. She would be sold into marriage and the handlers were preparing her for just what was to be expected of her.

When they brought her new handler she like him immediately. He handed her the keys to a convertible corvette and asked her to drive them to a hotel in another city North of San Antonio. When they arrived another man met them and introduced himself. They talked on the sidewalk outside an extended stay hotel called the 'Suites'. They handed her some money and told her to check herself in as they waited. The hotel was very nice and 'butterflies' decorated the walls of the lobby. The woman checking her in, smiled and welcomed her to the hotel, there were 'butterflies' on her shirt as well. She inquired if she was alone and as instructed Lola replied that yes, she was and that she was new to town having just broken up with a boyfriend in San Antonio. She saw the flash in the woman's eyes and a greedy smile overcame her face as she replied; "I am sure you will meet someone new very soon."

With the check-in process finished she returned to the two men on the sidewalk who were in a heated argument. When she approached they became quiet and smiled at her. Her new handler handed her an envelope with some cash, the keys to the corvette, his phone number and a cell phone. He instructed her to get settled into the hotel room and to start dancing at a local club the next day. He would be back around in a day or so to check-in on her and to take her to some parties.

Lola did what she was told to do. She thought the place was a luxury compared to the many of the places she had been before; and being alone for the first time since she could remember was something new as well. As she was unpacking her things in the room, there was a knock at the door. A maintenance man needed to change the air-filters in the wall-mounted air conditioning unit. A few minutes after he left she suddenly felt tired and laid down to take a nap. When she awoke a few hours had passed and the sun had moved over to the far side of the pool. She felt groggy and found it hard to sit up but managed to make it to the kitchenette for a glass of water. There was another knock at the door and this time it was the cable people needing to change the cable box to a newer one. This time as she was waiting on the couch for the man to finish; she dozed off. When she awoke this time it was dark and the sun had finally set. Her body was numb and it was hard to get moving. She needed to shower and get ready for work the next day, she could not remember anything that happened. The new cable box was installed and it seemed to emit an unusual humming sound, barely perceptible but there none-the-less.

After a long luxurious shower, she felt better and started to get dressed to go out and get something to eat. Just as she reached for the keys to the corvette, there was an ear-piercing sound that seemed to emit from the cable boxes. It stopped her in mid-stride and she cowered on the floor covering her ears. She set the keys on the table and the sound stopped. Looking around completely bewildered she picked up the keys again and again the ear-piercing sound emitted from the box. Stunned she dropped the keys and the sound stopped. Lola decided to order in for the night. The hotel had provided a coupon for a local pizza place that delivered. As the delivery guy knocked on the door she cautiously opened it waiting any moment for the sound. Instead the delivery guy emitted an unusually sweet smell akin to oranges and men's cologne; Lola immediately felt weak in the knees and highly aroused and when she woke up the pizza was on the table with a receipt and her change.

to be continued...

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Lola Pt2 Ericca Cordier http://www.conspiracycafe.us © 2009 ConspiracyCafe.us Ericca Cordier. All Rights Reserved. The characters in this piece are not real people, but are based and written as composite images of several people that I have met over the years. The names and places are not real either and are written they same way. If you think you have encountered a victim of human trafficking, call the National Human Trafficking Resource Center, 1-888-373-7888, open 24 hours a day/7 days a week. In cases of emergency, call 911...for more information click this link to State.gov. and help stop the sex trade Lola She remembered it vividly; the night she came to America. Her handlers had handed her over to two American men and a woman in the streets of Nuevo Laredo. They handed her an American passport, tourist clothes, shopping bags and a bottle of Corona. Just a few half-baked Americans returning from a shopping trip in a border town. Once on the American side of the border they put her in a car, took away the passport and handed her a drivers license and social security card and then drove her to San Antonio where her life as a dancer began. She thought she was twenty-one but could not remember her sixteenth birthday. Lola had been to many countries and places, her time in Russia was nothing more than a surge of dis-jointed memories that often intruded on everyday life like a tv picking up random stations. She could not remember a family or a life like most people her age; it was just one group of handlers to the next. Lola had been sold into the sex trade at the early age of ten and now she was only thirteen. Her tall, leggy, European good looks opened many doors with long, blonde hair and high cheekbones she was a favorite. She was well behaved and did what her handlers told her; she was lucky as they took good care of her. Lola learned several languages, was poised and while in South America had received breast augmentation. She looked more like a young runway model than a sex-slave. Her time in San Antonio was profitable for her handlers. She made them over $35,000 as a dancer and the few late night swingers parties they took her to netted them an extra $20,000. Her time in San Antonio was drawing to a close and they were preparing her for the next town. She had learned to drive and navigate the shops in the area, she was allotted an allowance to keep herself up and she did just that always looking her best. The handlers spent hours talking with her about getting a husband, the next town was meant not just for revenue generation. She would be sold into marriage and the handlers were preparing her for just what was to be expected of her. When they brought her new handler she like him immediately. He handed her the keys to a convertible corvette and asked her to drive them to a hotel in another city North of San Antonio. When they arrived another man met them and introduced himself. They talked on the sidewalk outside an extended stay hotel called the 'Suites'. They handed her some money and told her to check herself in as they waited. The hotel was very nice and 'butterflies' decorated the walls of the lobby. The woman checking her in, smiled and welcomed her to the hotel, there were 'butterflies' on her shirt as well. She inquired if she was alone and as instructed Lola replied that yes, she was and that she was new to town having just broken up with a boyfriend in San Antonio. She saw the flash in the woman's eyes and a greedy smile overcame her face as she replied; "I am sure you will meet someone new very soon." With the check-in process finished she returned to the two men on the sidewalk who were in a heated argument. When she approached they became quiet and smiled at her. Her new handler handed her an envelope with some cash, the keys to the corvette, his phone number and a cell phone. He instructed her to get settled into the hotel room and to start dancing at a local club the next day. He would be back around in a day or so to check-in on her and to take her to some parties. Lola did what she was told to do. She thought the place was a luxury compared to the many of the places she had been before; and being alone for the first time since she could remember was something new as well. As she was unpacking her things in the room, there was a knock at the door. A maintenance man needed to change the air-filters in the wall-mounted air conditioning unit. A few minutes after he left she suddenly felt tired and laid down to take a nap. When she awoke a few hours had passed and the sun had moved over to the far side of the pool. She felt groggy and found it hard to sit up but managed to make it to the kitchenette for a glass of water. There was another knock at the door and this time it was the cable people needing to change the cable box to a newer one. This time as she was waiting on the couch for the man to finish; she dozed off. When she awoke this time it was dark and the sun had finally set. Her body was numb and it was hard to get moving. She needed to shower and get ready for work the next day, she could not remember anything that happened. The new cable box was installed and it seemed to emit an unusual humming sound, barely perceptible but there none-the-less. After a long luxurious shower, she felt better and started to get dressed to go out and get something to eat. Just as she reached for the keys to the corvette, there was an ear-piercing sound that seemed to emit from the cable boxes. It stopped her in mid-stride and she cowered on the floor covering her ears. She set the keys on the table and the sound stopped. Looking around completely bewildered she picked up the keys again and again the ear-piercing sound emitted from the box. Stunned she dropped the keys and the sound stopped. Lola decided to order in for the night. The hotel had provided a coupon for a local pizza place that delivered. As the delivery guy knocked on the door she cautiously opened it waiting any moment for the sound. Instead the delivery guy emitted an unusually sweet smell akin to oranges and men's cologne; Lola immediately felt weak in the knees and highly aroused and when she woke up the pizza was on the table with a receipt and her change. to be continued... If you want to know more about this....buy our dvd http://www.conspiracycafe.us/shop.html









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