Invincible: A Descent into the Dark World of the Annual Pimp Party

Chapter Sixteen: Invincible

It was a few days later when Rich received the phone call. Bishop had requested that Angel perform at the annual, in just a few days. Angel was far from happy about the news. It was never good when another pimp took interest in another’s girl. Rich wasn’t too happy either. He was territorial of her, but it was out of his control. And so she would perform at the annual.

The annual. It was more like a party for pimps, hosted by Bishop Bordeaux, the most famous pimp in the area. All the pimps and high paying clients would attend. There would be drugs, alcohol, weapons, and of course, prostitutes. Pimps could purchase new girls or trade them. Clients could pay for any act they wanted. Nothing was illegal at the annual.

Angel was working over a new dance routine for the annual when Rich walked down the steps into the basement. “It’s looking good.”

Angel pulled the earbuds out of her ears “what?”

“Looks good.”

Angel nodded before stopping the iPod’s music and set it down on a nearby table. Despite the cold air of the basement, Angel was sweating.

Rich pulled over a folding chair and sat quietly as Angel took a moment to catch her breath. The basement was where the girls usually practiced before doing a new routine at the clubs. There was a pole that the girls could practice on, but otherwise it was an empty basement, only otherwise occupied by a few boxes storing a hodge-podge of stuff.

“Do it again.”

Angel gave him a blank look, still catching her breath. She inhaled deeply before picking up the iPod and unplugging the earbuds. The external speaker kicked on automatically, and she hit play on the iPod.

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The day before the annual, Rich got the text. It contained the address of the warehouse where the annual was being held. The address always comes last minute. This way police don’t have time to set up a raid.

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Rich pulled up a warehouse. He had driven to the address of the annual, but from the looks of it, he and Angel were alone. There were no other cars in the lot surrounding the warehouse and it’s neighboring warehouses. They seemed abandoned, with their dirty broken windows, faded paint, and chains and locks on the doors. Rich looked at Angel, this was not their first time at the annual, and he knew they both knew that despite appearances, they were far from alone.

Angel stared out the window.

A man tapped Rich’s window, making them both turn. He wore dark sunglasses, a black button up shirt, and black slacks. An Uzi pistol was in his right had, which he had used to tap on the window. The man motioned with his head, towards a nearby warehouse, where two similar looking men were standing guard outside a large garage door.

Slowly, Rich drove towards the door, where the two other men had begun to raise it. Without needing an order, Rich drove into the warehouse.

Other vehicles lined the interior of this warehouse. Each vehicle was more expensive than the next. The attendees of the annual were always looking to impress others, and even though their cars were separated from their owners who were busy attending the annual, they still represented the money and reputation of their owners.

Rich parked between a white Porsche and a yellow Stingray that Angel guessed was fairly new, given its temporary tags.

Once parked, Rich turned off the car and got out. He walked around the car and opened Angel’s door for her. She obediently slid out of the car. Rich took the black and grey fur coat from Angel’s hands, and held it open for her to put on. Obediently, she slid into the coat. She would wear the coat until her performance on stage at the annual. Until then, no one needed to see the black dress she wore, with it’s low neckline that extended down between her breasts, and even further down her back, showing the dimples in the small of her back. The coat was longer than the dress, and covered her down to her mid thighs. Faux leather stockings stretched just over her knees, and the platform heels she wore glistened in the dim warehouse light. Her dark hair had been teased into a thick mess, which she let hang loose down to her chest. Her make-up, like usual, was dark and heavy around her eyes, and pale across her skin, with crimson lips to accentuate the dark appearance she had.

Rich put his arm around her shoulders protectively, and the two of them followed one of the men across the warehouse and down a set of steps on the other side. Once down the steps, they were led down a long hallways, who’s inhabitants were just a few boxes and wooden crates here or there. Two more men stood at

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