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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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Day 1

The next day Lola picked up the car keys and was waiting for the ear-piercing sound. Nothing; so she moved towards the door cautiously and reaching for the door knob again there was nothing. With a sigh of relief she left the hotel room and drove the corvette the short distance to the club.

The club was beautiful and spacious. It was newly built and had all the amenities of a small town. The dressing room had a hair salon, professional make-up artists, there was a buffet just for the girls, showers, clothing shop, everything a girl would need to work there. She breezed through the interview and was on the floor working in a matter of minutes. Her id was real and passed all inspection and with over a hundred other girls on the floor; no one really paid her any attention. That is until she walked the floor; then it was a matter of a few minutes before the men were waiting in line to receive dances from her. Her first customer; bought her a very expensive bottle of champagne, a semi-private booth for dancing and dinner. Lola made $1000.00 from her very first customer and the club made almost as much. The money was not just for dances it also included a short and very expensive menu of sexual favors. By the end of the night Lola left the club with over $3,000.00 dollars. By the end of the week she had made almost $10,000.00 and really did not know what to do with the money. Her handler showed up at the club with presents. They retired to a semi-private booth with an expensive bottle of champagne. In the boxes were lingerie and dresses. She passed the money she had made to him and he in turn gave some back to her to cover her expenses at the hotel. She gave him some dances and whatever else he wanted and he encouraged her to wear the lingerie while she was alone in the hotel room. It confused her but she did what she was told.

He was taking her to a party that weekend and the dresses were for that purpose. Otherwise she was to just stay put at the hotel. The other girls at the club were worried about the police raiding the club. She expressed her concerns to him and he flashed a badge and showed her a card. On the card was the emblem for the U.S. Customs and Border Patrol. She was shocked most girls that immigrated lived in fear of the Border Patrol. He reassured her and impressed upon her that when she saw this emblem that she was safe and in good hands. After a few hours of visiting with her at the club he left. She did exactly what she was told to do. She ordered in at the hotel and often there was a message on the receipt or inside the fortune cookies. Telling her to wear a certain piece of lingerie or to expect a certain customer the next day at the club.

Often the television would come on by itself and tune in to a specific station and she found herself glued to the show for hours. The delivery people were always different and often they brought more than the ordered food. She often felt faint or very tired and found herself waking up on the couch with small packages left on the table. She would pass these on to the specified people that came to see her at the club.

Hers quickly became an Alice-in-wonderland lifestyle. Eat the cherries and feel young at heart, listen to the music and feel no pain, drink the elixir to be well...the list just went on and on. The messages came through the tv, the radio, the music at the club, subliminal codes on the big screens at the club; in less than 7 days she was complete zombie. She often saw a white car shadowing her to and from the Club with the Blue emblem of the Border Patrol on it and she became comfortable that she was safe. It never occurred to her that it could possibly be a fake as it is common knowledge that the Border Patrol cars are green. She had never seen it before and as drugged and hypnotized as she was never thought to question it. This was America, land of the free.

to be continued...

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Lola Pt4 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. Day 1 The next day Lola picked up the car keys and was waiting for the ear-piercing sound. Nothing; so she moved towards the door cautiously and reaching for the door knob again there was nothing. With a sigh of relief she left the hotel room and drove the corvette the short distance to the club. The club was beautiful and spacious. It was newly built and had all the amenities of a small town. The dressing room had a hair salon, professional make-up artists, there was a buffet just for the girls, showers, clothing shop, everything a girl would need to work there. She breezed through the interview and was on the floor working in a matter of minutes. Her id was real and passed all inspection and with over a hundred other girls on the floor; no one really paid her any attention. That is until she walked the floor; then it was a matter of a few minutes before the men were waiting in line to receive dances from her. Her first customer; bought her a very expensive bottle of champagne, a semi-private booth for dancing and dinner. Lola made $1000.00 from her very first customer and the club made almost as much. The money was not just for dances it also included a short and very expensive menu of sexual favors. By the end of the night Lola left the club with over $3,000.00 dollars. By the end of the week she had made almost $10,000.00 and really did not know what to do with the money. Her handler showed up at the club with presents. They retired to a semi-private booth with an expensive bottle of champagne. In the boxes were lingerie and dresses. She passed the money she had made to him and he in turn gave some back to her to cover her expenses at the hotel. She gave him some dances and whatever else he wanted and he encouraged her to wear the lingerie while she was alone in the hotel room. It confused her but she did what she was told. He was taking her to a party that weekend and the dresses were for that purpose. Otherwise she was to just stay put at the hotel. The other girls at the club were worried about the police raiding the club. She expressed her concerns to him and he flashed a badge and showed her a card. On the card was the emblem for the U.S. Customs and Border Patrol. She was shocked most girls that immigrated lived in fear of the Border Patrol. He reassured her and impressed upon her that when she saw this emblem that she was safe and in good hands. After a few hours of visiting with her at the club he left. She did exactly what she was told to do. She ordered in at the hotel and often there was a message on the receipt or inside the fortune cookies. Telling her to wear a certain piece of lingerie or to expect a certain customer the next day at the club. Often the television would come on by itself and tune in to a specific station and she found herself glued to the show for hours. The delivery people were always different and often they brought more than the ordered food. She often felt faint or very tired and found herself waking up on the couch with small packages left on the table. She would pass these on to the specified people that came to see her at the club. Hers quickly became an Alice-in-wonderland lifestyle. Eat the cherries and feel young at heart, listen to the music and feel no pain, drink the elixir to be well...the list just went on and on. The messages came through the tv, the radio, the music at the club, subliminal codes on the big screens at the club; in less than 7 days she was complete zombie. She often saw a white car shadowing her to and from the Club with the Blue emblem of the Border Patrol on it and she became comfortable that she was safe. It never occurred to her that it could possibly be a fake as it is common knowledge that the Border Patrol cars are green. She had never seen it before and as drugged and hypnotized as she was never thought to question it. This was America, land of the free. to be continued... If you want to know more about this....buy our dvd http://www.conspiracycafe.us/shop.html









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