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Friday, 28 November 2014

First Chapter Friday: Anne Conley's Saving Charlie



Chapter 1

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The phone woke Charlie at two-thirty in the morning.  Rubbing her eyes, she reached for it only to hear heavy breathing.  She knew who this was.  It excited her in a way that she hadn’t felt in years, making her feel dirty and shameful.  She had to admit she liked it, the way some women liked rape fantasies.  She’d never in a million years admit that, but the pleasure was there, nonetheless.  Her response was almost Pavlovian.

“Are you wet?”  The guttural tone of his voice forced her to respond.  It always had, even before she figured out who it was.

“Um…you’re late.  I have to get up in half an hour.”

Sounds of hoarse breathing met her protests.  She was usually up for this guy’s games, but he didn’t usually wake her from a dead sleep.  She’d give it a shot tonight though.  Impulse control had never been a strong suit.

She sighed.  “Okay, no I’m not wet, I was asleep.  Give me a minute.”  Charlie rolled over on her back and slipped her fingers inside her panties and started rubbing.  “Talk to me, I need to get in the mood.”

The calls had started about a month ago, soon after Les had started ordering stuff from her.  Les’s voice sounded a lot like her dirty caller, low and rough, like something grinding across her skin.  She assumed they were one and the same, even though Les’s voice was smoother when he called her at work.  But the caller whispered, and it was rough, and familiar.  A voice she reacted to with a visceral desire she couldn’t control.

When he’d first started calling, she’d hung up.  But he would call back, cussing her and calling her names.  Names that brought back memories she didn’t want to revisit.  So when she decided to play along, and the caller had gotten a little less aggressive with her, she’d realized she sort of liked the attention.  Her therapist would say it was inappropriate, but whatever.  

“You know what I want to do to you?”

She rubbed a little faster, trying to get off.  Lord knows she hadn’t done it with Justin in a while.

“What do you want to do to me?”  She played along, breathlessly.

“I want to wrap your pretty hair around my fist with you on your knees sucking my cock.”

Okay, it was working.  “I’m wet now.  You gonna get off?”  His gasping pants and the sound of skin slapping met her ears.

“Oh yeah, baby.  After I come all over your face, I’m gonna stick my big dick inside you and pound that pussy…”  He sucked air in through his teeth, and Charlie could hear he was close.

“Hey, slow down, I’m not there yet.”

“You touching yourself for me?”

“Yeah.”  She was a little breathless, but not near where he was.

“That’s so fucking hot.”

Her fingers were working her clit, dipping down inside to spread her juices up around it while she rubbed furiously.  Finally, it was working.

“You coming for me?”  His whisper was hoarse and she heard the slapping noises, louder.

“Yes…yes, I’m coming.”  Her muscles spasmed around her fingers as the climax swept through her.

“Fuck… yeah…” Grunts and slapping along with hissing air met her ears through her cell phone, and then he hung up abruptly.  Just like always.

“What, no pillow talk?” she asked the dead air of the phone line.  Sighing, she rolled out of bed, and got into the shower.  She might as well get up and start her day. Charlie looked at her clock.  Two a.m.  With the run tonight, she had a long day ahead of her.


Charlie dressed in black jeans, a black long-sleeved shirt, and twisted her long blonde hair on top of her head before putting on a black cap and grabbing her knapsack.  Driving to the motel, she thought about the necessary steps in her head before she got there.  She compartmentalized herself, removing herself from any sort of personal aspect.  In her mind, this was a job that had to be done.

She tried to prepare for every eventuality, but there was always something that could go wrong.  
Hopefully, tonight wouldn’t be one of those times.

The first time she’d done this, she’d nearly lost it as soon as the door shut behind her, trapping her in the motel room with the girls.  She’d been transported back in time, and was no longer free to come and go, nearly ruining the girls’ chances of rescue.  She’d gotten better at shoving those memories into her pit of repression since then and hadn’t had any trouble.

She pulled up outside the motel and used the maid’s key.  Silently entering the room, she looked around.  Sounds of weeping from the bed stole her attention, but as soon as she closed the door behind her, they stopped.

“It’s okay.  I’m here to help.  Are you alone?”  Charlie whispered into the darkness, willing her eyes to adjust to the light.

“Y-yes…” the broken voice replied.  She sounded really young.

Too easy.  They never left them totally alone, especially during the seasoning period.  Charlie knew they weren’t far away.  She had to work fast. 

Quickly, Charlie moved over to the bed, removing the bolt cutters from her knapsack, along with a knife.  Noticing the girl was cuffed to the bed, she slipped the knife into her back pocket.

Using the bolt cutters, she freed the girl’s hands and helped her to sit up. 

“I’ve got clothes in the car for you.  Can you walk?”

The girl, who couldn’t have been older than twelve, nodded.  “Where are you taking me?”  The inexperienced ones didn’t ask questions, just following blindly.  This girl had some sense, which could bode well or not.  The ones with sense meant they were usually repeat offenders, and would be a flight risk.

“Someplace safe.  Come on.  They’ll probably come check on you soon.”

Charlie led the girl out of the room, checking for lookouts, before rushing her to the truck.  She sped out of the parking lot, handing the girl a sweat suit to put on, and drove away quickly. As always, she bit her tongue against the questions she wanted to ask.  While part of her wanted answers, another larger part wanted the whole thing buried even deeper.  Instead, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number from memory.

“I’ve got her.  We’re on our way.”




Read Saving Charlie, now!  Welcome to the final (for now) installment of the Stories of Serendipity, where real people live life and find love in small town, Texas. 

100,000 children are sexually trafficked every year in the US. In the 1990s, Charlie was one of those children. She’s spent her adult life getting past that, trying to become a successful business owner in Serendipity, TX. Relationships are not goals for her. In fact, she’s not even sure she has what it takes to be a part of one. 

Les is a fool for love. All he’s ever wanted was a girl. Now that every last one of his friends are married, and in happy relationships with families, he can’t stop thinking about the sexy lady who sells house parts, even if everything about her screams at him to stay away. He just can’t. 

When they are thrown together on a cross-country road trip, Charlie’s past comes back to her full-force, long-buried memories inundating her. Les seems to be the only thing grounding her to the present, when everything else seems to be trying to tear her apart. 

While it has a HEA, the road getting there is long, rough, and dark. Enjoy the ride. 



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