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Part 1-23
Jeremy frowned. "So, who was this girl? Why is she said that she is Lucy and is working for you, and-"
"Jeremina, listen," John interrupted him, his voice firm. "You... I'm not going to lie to you, but our deal didn't worked well. Ricky is a dangerous guy and his men are everywhere. You are worked on his territory without permission, and this is big trouble."
"What?!" Jeremy exclaimed in surprise. "But i didn't work! Are you crazy! I'm a fucking man, not even a real girl! Why do I need this crap?! It's your stupi underc-"
"Stop! Stop, stop, stop!" John shouted angrily, and Jeremy fell silent, surprised. "I told you not to say any fucking details in public! What the hell is wrong with you?! And why did you fuck this guy on Ricky’s camera?! Do you understand how much trouble you are in?!"
Jeremy froze, not knowing what to say. His eyes widened, his heart pounding with fear. "I... I don't know what you talking about. I... I didn't have sex, I didn't, Juan, I swear!" he tried to deny, but his voice betrayed him.
"Bullshit! Ricky's people called me and sent video of you riding the guy's cock, Jeremina! What the fuck were you thinking?!" John roared. "Ricky is very angry now. He wants a lot of money for you, Jeremina! If you want to get out of this, you must do whatever he tells you to do! Got it?!"
"NO!" Jeremy shouted angrily, losing control and no longer able to hold back his anger. "You tricked me, you lying motherfucker! You told me that this would only help me, but it didn't! Instead, you got me into a shitty mess and now I'm in danger and stuck here, as a prostitute, with no legal documents and no way out of it!"
"Shut up, bitch!" John hissed angrily. "We didn't turn you into this, it's your own fault! We didn't forced you, it was your idea! And now you will do everything Ricky tells you until..." he paused, hesitating, then continued in a softer tone. "I'll pay him, but I need some time to transfer money, ok? Please, do whatever he tells you. Just don't get caught by the cops or immigration."
Jeremy clenched his fists, his face flushed red and his blood boiling. "You... YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" he yelled furiously and threw the phone across the room. He stood there, breathing heavily and gritting his teeth. His body trembled with rage, and his vision was blurry from tears. "God damn it all... Goddammit..." he cursed.