Chapter 2: All in vain?

Lexi's POV.

Mrs Kimberly eyed me from top to bottom, her eyebrows furrowed.

I decided to speak before she turned me down. “I am a perfect fit for your customer’s description. Look,” I said and twirled on the spot, displaying my feminine frame.

Mrs Kimberly now had a skeptical look on her face. I sighed, expecting a not so good response from her.

“You do fit his description well,” she remarked and a flicker of hope kindled in me.

“But…you're not a stripper. I know you, you work in the waiting department.” She pointed out.

“Yes. But I can do this. I have some skills in…stripping too.” I said, pleading with her with my eyes.

Mrs Kimberly hummed, rubbing her chin with her eyes still scrutinizing me.

“Okay.” She finally said, to my delight. “I don't have a choice anyway.” She added.

“Don't worry, I promise not to disappoint you,” I said as excitement boiled within me. I was holding back the urge to give her a tight hug.

“It's not me you should be worried about disappointing. I should warn you -this man is in a Mafia, one of the powerful ones at that- but you won't be able to see his face because he likes to wear a mask.” She warned and I nodded.

“This isn't just going to be a regular strip tease, cupcake, you’ll serve him completely. Which means you do everything he asks of you, including spreading your thighs for him.” She paused and as her words sank in, a large lump rolled down my throat.

Spread my legs? He was…going to have his way with me?

“And according to what he told my assistant, he likes it rough. With my experience, that only means one thing -ropes, he might tie you up, gag you and do all sorts. Are you sure you are up for that?” She asked, although her face didn't hold concern.

I didn't know what to say. I needed the money badly and at the same time, I was afraid to offer myself to a stranger and allow him to use me any way he liked.

My insides boiled with a turmoil of thoughts. What should I do?

“How much is that, anyway?” I asked. If I was going to be tied up and fucked, I might as well be sure of what I was getting at the end of it.

“Thirty five. Although he can pay more. It all depends on your performance tonight.” She said and my heart lit up with excitement. Just the amount I needed.

I took in a deep breath and exhaled heavily. I was going to do it.

“I will do it."

In the next half an hour, I bathed using soaps with the best fragrance I knew and was allowed to use body creams of various scents.

After being dressed into one of the stripping gowns, I was taken to the room where the masked man was.

A mask had also been put on me. I was told he didn't like to see his women's faces. Odd.

As I climbed up the stairs, my heart raised, my palms became wet and my breath hitched. Was I sure I could do it? No. Was I going to go on with it? Yes.

All I had to do was to picture the state my mother was and I would be fueled with determination.

Mrs Kimberly’s assistant halted before a door.

“This is it. Good luck.” She whispered and turned away.

I breathed softly and waited for some seconds before placing three knocks on the door.

“Come in,” I heard a thickly baritone voice from within and I gulped before pus in the door open.

I walked in to see a masked man at the center of the room. My heart skipped many beats and I froze on the spot.

Mrs Kimberly had gone into many details about him but she didn't mention he was that sexy.

His black shirt blended with the dim aura of the room. I could see a golden crucifix chain laying on his bare chest as four buttons of his shirt were left open.

Truth to Mrs Kimberly's words, he had a mask on. A tiger themed one. It suited his aura.

As he brought his hand forward, pointing at me, his expensive looking watch glinted in the dim light of the room.

He made a gesture with his finger for me to go to him.

I was reluctant, but I found the courage to walk towards him slowly.

I stood a meter from him but he still gestured for me to come closer. The mask began to feel suffocating.

As I finished taking two steps closer, the man jumped to his feet. I gasped and wasn't allowed to recover from that when his hand wrapped around my neck unannounced.

I whimpered and my heart rammed against my ribcage.

He traced his fingers down the nape of my neck, sending shivers all over my body. His gaze locked on mine and I could see defiant blue eyes through the holes of his mask.

Mrs Kimberly lied to me. That man was not dangerous. He was deadly.

His grip tightened around my neck before he hurled me around. I fell on the bed.

I sat up and whimpered, crawling backward in fear. He advanced towards me with predatory steps while undoing his belt.

What was he going to do?

I could feel the horror in my own eyes as he reached for my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed with zero effort.

Great. He was also super strong.

He flipped me over, my face slamming into the bed. Then I felt his belt curling round my ankles. He was tying me up.

He made sure to tie my legs tight so that it began to hurt. Then he pulled my torso up, forcing my ass to shoot out.

The flimsy nightgown I was clad in was ripped apart and I wailed. He took my hands next, pulling them to my back and tying them up with a rope.

Now my head was pressed on the bed while my ass was way up there.

For a few seconds, I didn't feel his hands on me. Then I heard the sound of cloth dropping and knew instantly that it was his pants.

The corners of my eyes brimmed with tears as I felt my panties -the only fabric left on me apart from my bra- being torn apart.

Warm air slapped my cheeks and pussy. My heart palpitated, anticipating his next move.

The next series of actions happened so fast. My hair was forcefully yanked back and I felt my pussy being filled with his rod.

More accurately, he rammed it inside me, forcing a loud scream from me.

Without waiting for me to recover, he began to thrust into me without mercy. His pelvis slapped my ass repeatedly as his dangerously massive rod pistoned my core.

Tears rolled down my eyes. My back was arched in a way that made me believe it would break into half. My hair was being pulled back with each thrust he took. And all that, with my hands and feet tied up.

He paused, staying just at the entrance of my once virgin core. Then when he rammed in once again, I moaned.

It took me by surprise. Why was my body reacting positively to it?

My skin began to crawl with pleasure and I could feel myself creaming all over him.

The pain was still there but so was pleasure.

He continued to fuck me aggressively and even changed positions. We moved to the table, the wall and even on the floor. Each position, I was tied up.

When he finally released, he made me go on my knees as his jizz splattered all over my mask and bare chest.

I leaned against the side of the bed breathlessly and watched him as he grabbed his clothes. He didn't even pay me any attention.

As he finished putting on his clothes, he withdrew a bundle of cash and placed it on the bed casually.

That was it, my pay. That was what I lost my virginity for.

Before he turned to leave, he paused all of a sudden. I followed his gaze and spotted a red spot at the center of the bed.

Oh shit. That was blood; my blood. Would he be disappointed? What if he takes back the money?

My heart was racing.

His gaze turned to me and he left it there for a while before he withdrew another bundle of cash from his briefcase and tossed it on the bed.

My eyes widened. He just added to it. Why would he do that?

He left without a word and I was left alone. I fell down on the floor, my breath laboured.

Even long after the door was shut, I remained on the floor, absolutely immobile. The fact that I was still tied up and drenched in his cum made me feel even more wasted.

I felt and smelled like a whore.

I had just lost my virginity to a merciless stranger. Tears rolled down my face, pain and regret welling up in me.

I managed to free myself from the rope and belt.

I took the bundle of cash and counted it. A gasp escaped me.

“Forty five thousand…” I murmured in shock.

At least I gained something from it. Now I could deposit for my mother's treatment.

Feeling sore and utterly weak, I decided to sleep. Early the following morning, I woke up, freshened up and made my way to the hospital.

I still felt sore underneath but I ignored it…for Mother.

When I arrived at her ward, I saw no one. I dashed to the doctor's office.

*Doctor, where's my mother?”

“Oh Miss Lexi, your mother is currently in the theatre undergoing her surgery.” He informed.

“What? But…I haven't even paid yet.” Confusion was written all over my face.

“Well, your father did earlier today.” Said the doctor.

Just then, a phone call came through my phone. It was my father.

“Lexi, can you get home as soon as possible?”

He wouldn't tell me anything over the phone so I had no choice but to keep my questions to myself until I got home.

Before I went in, I saw a bunch of expensive cars parked outside. I was further dipped into confusion and worry.

“Dad, I saw some cars outside but…” my words were caught in my throat as my eyes fell on a man.

A man I had not believed I would see anywhere but the casino.

A sinister smirk appeared on his lips. “Hello, Lexi,”

I turned to my father, who was amongst the other men sitting in our tiny living room.

“Dad…wha…what is happening?” I asked, fear tugging at my heart.

“Lexi…Mr Morano here was so kind as to pay for your mother's treatment bills. He even helped me clear all my debt. He is such a nice man!” Dad exclaimed while I stared at him cluelessly.

“All that he’s asking is your hand in marriage.” He said and my eyes widened.

“What?”