During the three weeks of negotiations it took before i saw anyone of my normal house again, i gained weight, got stronger, and serviced easy clients. I spent every night that wasn't spent with an over night client in Sugar's bed and i figured out how some pimps get their girls to start work and to stay. He made me feel special and cared about. Even though i always knew logically that it was bullshit, i still felt it. I learned that Sugar bought all of his girls from the warehouse. Girls that felt lucky to be with him, girls that worshiped him would work better. I did. I tried as hard for Sugar as i did for John and it wasn't fear that motivated me. It was gratitude, respect, something. Sugar didn't discipline the girls in his house. His head girl did, or she appointed one of the other girls to do it. But, discipline wasn't needed that often. I saw one girl get whipped and another punched in the face while i was there, and that was it. I myself never so much as received a harsh word. The head girl explained to me on the first day that if Sugar had to “dirty his hands with me” that i would be immediately sold back to the warehouse. No wonder his girls were so well behaved.
