Sativa's Stripper Series Part 7

Written by Sativa

Monday, 14 September 2009 19:03

The next morning, I woke up on Jay’s couch, and felt like I had pebbles in my mouth. My jaw was throbbing, and my body felt like I had been beaten with a baseball bat.

I looked down, and my shirt was covered in dried puke, and my bare feet were filthy.

I got up, went to the bathroom, and looked in the mirror. To my horror, I had a gash on the lower part of my left jaw, with thick, dried blood. And, upon further inspection, the “pebbles” turned out to be pieces of teeth.

When I looked in my mouth, I had three damaged teeth, one which was broke in half, and I had no clue what happened to me.

When I woke Jay up, he claimed he didn’t know what happened either, and said he had found me passed out in the dressing room.

There was only one person working there who didn’t like me,

and I suspect one of her stiletto heels was what caused the gash, and dental damage, but I couldn’t prove it, because I couldn’t remember anything.

Jeremy and I got back together, and he paid my medical expenses, which were quite costly.

When the dentist took x-rays, he immediately come back, and told me my jaw had a hairline fracture, and that I needed to see a specialist, which I never did.

I continued to work at Krystals for a few months, but quit shortly after the season was over, and wages dropped from $8.50/hr to $6.50.

Doing so put me completely under Jeremy’s thumb, because I was heavily in debt, due to credit cards.

Soon after, I started doing odd jobs for Jeremy (who was a contractor), and he got a new business partner, named Jimmy, who was a friend of Lathyn’s.

Within the week, Lathyn started working for Jeremy, and we got put on a remodel job together. This resulted in us re-bonding, at last, and my feelings for him became more than friendly.

A few days later, Jeremy came home loaded, and started beating my ass, after I refused to let his crackhead friends in our apartment.

My neighbors called the cops, and as they came through the door, I was getting my head pounded on the floor, and choked.

Jeremy immediately hopped up, when he say them, and started saying “She’s got drugs! She’s got drugs! Search her!”.

The cop who was handcuffing Jeremy replied “I don’t give a shit what she’s got. You’re the one going to jail.”.

And, with that, he was out of my life.

I figured it would take him a couple of days to make bail, so I immediately started packing, and putting non-essentials in storage.

Bless Larry’s heart; He knew it would eventually come to this, and had provided me a safety net, with that $900.

I moved in with Lathyn, and his roommate, who owned the house, and went back to work for Krystals.

Less than 2 weeks later, I took Lathyn to his probation officer, to report, and waited in the car. About 45 minutes later, a cop pulled into the parking lot, and Lathyn was led out of the building in handcuffs!

He had been violated because the lab that said his pee sample must be adulterated, it was so clean!

Can you friggin’ believe that?

Just days before this happened, our roommate had left to work, in south Florida, so that left me responsible for all the household bills, which were considerable.

Luckily, Lathyn got out about a month later, just as I was about to go nuts!

He was sentenced to more probation/house arrest, and a drug class twice a week, for 12 weeks.

Want to know something ironic? His drug counselor was one of my former regulars!

Small world, huh?

The irony of this wasn’t lost on us.

Around this time, one night, Bob came through drive thru, and ask me “What happened to you? Why didn’t you come back to work?”.

I said, “Bob, you fired me. Remember?”.