a few years ago i worked at a motel on the "bad side" of town. i could write a book.
one day a young girl had checked in, 18 or 19 years old. early in my shift i caught her outside drinking. i told her to take it back inside the room. we knew people went there to drink or do drugs, but we tried to keep that stuff in the rooms.
later in the shift i went outside again, just taking a walk. she was outside, not drinking, but not wearing pants. i went up stairs told her to put some pants on. she tells me to go into the room with her saying things to me that I'm not sure how i would repeat without having the post deleted. she was a prostitute. like i said, she was 18, i didn't want to put her on the street. so i told her to put some pants on and i went back to the desk.
a few hours later, one of the live-ins calls me and says some crazy stuff is going on upstairs. i go outside, sure enough its her room. some new girl is banging on the door. screaming her head off. i make my way up the stairs.
me: what is going on here?
second girl: i left to buy some cigarettes and they locked me out. all my stuff is in there
me: ok. ill go in and get it. you wait here. then you can leave. what did you leave in there?
second girl: my sweater, my purse... and my crack pipe.
me: :-| ...... well if i find a crack pipe I'm calling the cops. so I'm gonna find your crack pipe, then call the cops.
i go inside. the girl from earlier in there, her john, and some second guy. i tell them what the girl said. and told them if i had to come outside one more time i was going to call the cops and have them removed from the property. i didn't bother looking for anything. when i exited the room, the second girl was gone.
maybe an hour before the end of my shift, i get another call from someone on the opposite side of the property. "hey man, some girl is getting her *** whooped in her room with the door open." sure enough it was that first girl. the second guy in the room was her pimp. beat the crap out of her. he took off in his truck before i could call the cops. she didn't want me to call the cops. she just took off into the night with a bloody face. so went back inside and continued working on homework.
one day a young girl had checked in, 18 or 19 years old. early in my shift i caught her outside drinking. i told her to take it back inside the room. we knew people went there to drink or do drugs, but we tried to keep that stuff in the rooms.
later in the shift i went outside again, just taking a walk. she was outside, not drinking, but not wearing pants. i went up stairs told her to put some pants on. she tells me to go into the room with her saying things to me that I'm not sure how i would repeat without having the post deleted. she was a prostitute. like i said, she was 18, i didn't want to put her on the street. so i told her to put some pants on and i went back to the desk.
a few hours later, one of the live-ins calls me and says some crazy stuff is going on upstairs. i go outside, sure enough its her room. some new girl is banging on the door. screaming her head off. i make my way up the stairs.
me: what is going on here?
second girl: i left to buy some cigarettes and they locked me out. all my stuff is in there
me: ok. ill go in and get it. you wait here. then you can leave. what did you leave in there?
second girl: my sweater, my purse... and my crack pipe.
me: :-| ...... well if i find a crack pipe I'm calling the cops. so I'm gonna find your crack pipe, then call the cops.
i go inside. the girl from earlier in there, her john, and some second guy. i tell them what the girl said. and told them if i had to come outside one more time i was going to call the cops and have them removed from the property. i didn't bother looking for anything. when i exited the room, the second girl was gone.
maybe an hour before the end of my shift, i get another call from someone on the opposite side of the property. "hey man, some girl is getting her *** whooped in her room with the door open." sure enough it was that first girl. the second guy in the room was her pimp. beat the crap out of her. he took off in his truck before i could call the cops. she didn't want me to call the cops. she just took off into the night with a bloody face. so went back inside and continued working on homework.
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