“Could you state your name for the record please?”
Yes, my name is Vikki but my friends call me Jasmine, it’s my street name, don’t nobody call me any different. Look, I’ll tell you what I know but only cuz Libby was a good friend and she never meant nobody no harm: Rusty, that was her pimp. He was a mean arrogant asshole, always makin Libby hand over 70% of her profits. “Luscious Libby” thats what we called her. She was luscious too. With her curly red lochs, always done up all sorts of ways. She had the prettiest green eyes. They was almost a Jade color. she also had them high cheek bones. She’d always had a light rosey colored blush on her cheeks. Her skin was a fair percelion. Very healthy, oh whats that damn word? Oh yeah: radiant. Her skin was radiant. Well you seen her.
Hadn’tcha?
“Yes ma’am we seen her, but please go on.”
Do you know why we called her “luscious libby?”
“Not but I expect youre gonna tell us.”
*She had th most luscious full lips. Great D.S.L. lips.
“D.S.L. lips mam? Huhhugh.”
Yeah, you know great dick sucking lips. I tell ya when guys wanted a great blowjob they’d pay top dollar for Luscious Libby. She’d take in the whole goddamn dick and she’d never spill a drop when they’d com in her mouth. You know some men would pay $75 for a blowjob from her. Some men on the other hand traded for drugs. You name it she’d done it, heroine, crack and ecstacy. Dont know where she’d shoot the heroine though cuz she never had no track marks on her arms. I’ll bet she smoked the shit. She was picky.
“Could you tell us more about Rusty?”
All interested in Rusty are we? Yeah I’ll tell you ‘bout Rusty. He never care bout no one but himself and money. Well **I guess some would say he cared for Luscious Libby. I guess in his own sick, perverse way he did. Rusty always beat on the girls that worked for him. He’d fuck ‘em up real bad. They’d be forced to work all bruised up and shit.
“Did Rusty ever knock Libby around?”
Nah, never. That sonofabitch knew Luscious Libby was his money maker. She’d bring in at least three times more then all the other girls. I swear to God, that girl could’ve went places. She was real smart that girl was. But now look at ‘er. Turnin tricks changes your life.
“So did Rusty favor Libby over the other girls?”
Yeah, you could say that. He still treated her like shit though.
“How do you mean?”
Well for one: he took his 70% off her profits and only 50 from the other girls’. And 90% of the time he’d have her some jobs all lined up for her the whole night. I don’t even think she’d have time to wash off after each fuck.
“No offence, but you guys was off after each client?”
What the fuck kind of question is that, we’re not all nasty fuckin’ whore’s yknow!
“I’m sorry that was out of line.”
You’re fuckin right that was outta line, now do you want to hear what I have to say or not?
“Yes we do. I’m sorry…please go on.”
Do you have a cigarrette first? Thanks, that tastes good. Pk so anyways where was I…Oh ya Rusty kept Luscious Libby constantly busy. When he didn’t have clientelle lined up she was on the corner with the rest of us. She told me about this kid that came to her. He’d heard of her through one of the guys at school. Total fuckin’ geek this guy was. He was due to graduate and he didn’t want to graduate still a virgin, so when it came down to it, he chickened out so she just whacked ‘em off. Libby said it was over in just a few seconds. How fuckin’ pathetic is that?
“She have any regulars?”
Yeah, we all do. She’d gotten to know a few by their first names. Rusty always fixed her up with this one guy. He was a real creep if you ask me. Oh hell, what was his name…Miguel, that was his name. That guy was loaded. You could tell it too. He smelled liked money and looked like money. He drove a Porsche. I think he had like three or four more other cars. He was married. I think his wife knew he was fuckin around on her or she was too stupid to notice it. Luscious Libby told all of us how he liked it rough. She said he made her wear a gag and blindfold while he was fucking her. She also told us how he’d like to fuck her in the ass. He also liked to bring toys. You know- vibrators, dildoes, shit like that. He liked to watch Libby playing with herself. Then he could jump in and finish the job. Sometimes he’d make her suck him off. To tell you the truth, I could tell Libby never liked goin’ with him much She’d say he’d use too much force with ‘er.
“Did he ever rape Libby?”
Nah, don’t think so. Luscious Lubby never said nothin to me if he done anything to her. But have ya’s ever heard of a whore gettin raped then paid for it?
“No ma’am.”
Nah- Didn’t think so.
He was rich and she needed the money. Don’t you feds know knothing about hookers? We aint givin it out for free honey you’s know you got to pay to get laid.
“Well that’s not always true ma’am.”
Oh ya? When ya’s find a female that will do any damn thing you want them to without bitchin and expectin somethin in return you let me know and I’ll give ya’s both a freebee. But for now I’m here to tell yas about Luscious Libby. Miguel wasn’t the only regular she had though. To be frank, she had too many to keep track of. But she’d have a few that sticks out. There was this guy, I believe his name is Eddy. You’ll find he’s popular with all the hookers round these parts. Eddy was the man to see bout any sweet drug you craved. He was nice enough to trade for a great lay or a BJ. Well you’s get the picture. He was a trifling dirty piece of shit though. That man had some issues I tell you.
“How do you mean?”
He was real nasy, no one you’d wanna run into in a dark alley. He was real skrawny – you could literally see the bones through his skin. He was all ate up from the drugs. You know I don’t even think he knew what a shower was. His whole body was covered in sores. Always itchin and pickin at ‘em. It’s prett sad but none of us worry about getting aids or that kind of shit. I’ll tell you though – I bet that’s where poor Luscious Libby got aids. After she died we all went up and got tested. I came up negative. Don’t know about anyone else. That poor girl didn’t even know she’d got the shit till it got bad. I still don’t think that girl should’ve done Libby the way she’d done. It really wasn’t her fault, goddamnnit Libby. sob Poor libby never wanted to hurt nobody. That libby was a good person aint nobody gonna say no different.
“Ma’am I kow this is hard for you, but could you tell us about Libby’s last client?”
I’ll tell ya’s but don’t you say you know this is hard for me. Yous don’t care ‘bout me or Libby. Libby’s just another dead whore to you. So don’t you dare say you know this is hard for me cuz you’s don’t know shit. There was this black car that always seemed to be around when Libby was working. It was one of those real nice BMWs so we all knew it wasn’t none of ours. I think Libby knew that too, cuz she’d get real nervous when it came around. Then last Frinday night, the car pulled up to Libby. We was workin the same street so I seen the driver.
“You actually saw the driver?”
Yup I sure did. I was surprized to see it was a female. The lady was crying when she’d asked Libby “Hey, are you Luscious Libby?” Libby looked at me and approached the car and asked the lady “Who’s askin?” The lady dried her face and said “Nancy. My name is Nancy. I got your name from a friend. He says you’re the best and if I wanted an unforgettable night to come to you.” Lubby giggled and said “Ya, I’m Luscious Libby” and got in the car. I never would’ve thought that’d be the last time I’d ever see her again. Word on the street is that Miguel got aids from Libby and gave it to his wife (Nancy) So I guess his wife decided that if Libby took their lives she’d take her’s too. Even though it was her husband that cheated, not Libby. I swear if Lubby knew she’d gotten Aids she’d never have had sex with nobody.
***Can you pick Nancey from a line up?”
Yup- I’d love to. Why, she’s here?
“Just follow us down the hall and don’t worry, she can’t see your, it’s completely confidential.”
Nad I aint even worried, Let’s go get this shit done then.
”...Ok Bill, line them up… Face forward, now turn the your right. Now turn to your left… Now step back and face forward…Do you see her ma’am?”
Yes, sob yes I do. It’s number five. Number five killed my friend Libby.
“Number five, step forward please, the rest of you may leave…Nancy you are under arrest, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attourney, if you can’t afford an attourney one will be appointed to you. Do you understand your rights?”
Yes I do, and I’d like to fill out a full confession for killing Libby. But that bitch would’ve died anyway. That fucking whore killed me and my husband, she deserved to die.
Can I go yet I’ve got to get to work?
“Yes ma’am you may leave. We will need your testimony in court though.”
You’s got it. Just let me know when and I’ll be there.
“We’ll send you a notification in the mail, may we call you if we have anymore questions?”
Yup-yous can call me for anything. Thank yous for helpin poor Libby. Now maybe she can rest in peace, God bless her soul.
Written by: Ashley Moore
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