My Pimp Emerges

Sitting in the corner room of the Camelot Inn with my two windows open, the sun shining through and a breeze gently blowing, I felt happy and hopeful. I was at peace. I was relaxing, hanging one leg out of the window, gazing up at the magestic tree that grew outside my window, and at the blue sky above. I had never had this kind of freedom before; it felt so daring. It felt so freeing to just be.
I had over two hundred dollars in my wallet, and I felt very secure in my ability to sustain myself and draw in an income, even if it did mean having to have sex with undesirable and unpleasant men. I was independent. That was a big deal. A huge deal. I was actually proud of myself for making it so far.
Lost in my thoughts, I just sat and watched passers by as I daydreamed about what I could do. Who I could be. What I could become. I spotted someone down below - a black girl with a blond wig...wait! It was Unique! I waved and called down to her; she was walking with a man. It was Q, I had kind of met him when she had taken me back to her motel room.
The two of them came up to my room, and told me they were going to South Beach. They were inviting me along! I was excited!
Q said we were going to have a great time. That we were going to make a lot of money. I realized he was a pimp...but all the warnings I had received fell through.
He had just gotten out of jail, but things were going to get better..he promised!
He tried to get me to give him my money, I told him I'd hold onto it for the time being. I knew I could control this situation.
Q left, and Unique wanted to see what I looked like naked. She had me undress, and she highly approved.
Caveman knocked on my door, but she wouldn't let me open the door, or even let him know I was inside. She didn't like him.
I left all of my belongings in my room, but my room key and wallet were in my fanny pack around my waist. Unique and I began walking down the street; I'll never forget that I split a pole, and that she made us back up, and walk past it again. She told me that we needed to maintain synchronization, in other words. So as to look sexy together.
She spotted a man driving that was a frequent client of hers. He pulled into a side street, and picked us up. We stopped at a motel and began to engage in a threesome. He was so nervous, at least that was what he chocked it up to, that he could not perform. Nervous because he'd never 'done it' with two girls before.
Honestly it was difficult for me to do, and Unique made me get in positions I had never done before, were uncomfortable doing,and were humiliating for me to do for someone that wasn't responding to anything.
Unique and I left, meeting Q at the bus station. The bus was headed towards South Beach, and Q insisted that he pay. Because that's what he did. He was there to take care of us, he said. He didn't want any more talk of me paying for things.

He said he was there to take care of me. To protect me. But who would protect me from Q?