“Do I really need to do this?” Evie asked. Tears stained her pale cheek as she tried so hard to stop herself from sobbing.
“Yes,” the woman sitting beside the bathtub in the bathroom replied. Her hands caressed Evie’s wet hair and face tenderly.
“I'm sorry, baby girl,” she whispered into Evie’s ear softly.
“No, you're not," Evie croaked. Her throat was too dry for anything else. “Why are you making me do this. I’m not one of your whores! You can't just order me around like some kind of prostitute!" Her voice rose once more as tears poured down her cheeks.
“But don’t you remember, your father sold you to me. You are one of my girls now, and I'll be ordering you around for as long as I want.”
Her words were like daggers to Evie's heart. Every time she was reminded of her father’s betrayal it felt like a knife twisting deeper inside her chest. She still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that my own father had sold his only daughter to a brothel owner. It made no sense at all.
Why would he sell me off like I was nothing but a piece of property? She thought. She could feel the tears starting again. She buried her head into the woman's shoulder and wept harder than before.
Violetta, the woman she‘d been talking to, gently stroked her back while whispering endearments into Evie's ear. “Don't worry, sweetie. Everything will be okay. Just take deep breaths and relax. I know this is going to be your first time. It's going to hurt, but it won't last long."
Evie nodded, swallowing hard as she took in a shuddering breath. The woman was right. Deep breathing did help. The sound of the running water filled the room, drowning everything else out.
“Remember, your work is to make sure the man has fun while he's here. That means you have to please him. You never get to leave until he does. Understand?" Violeta spoke as she continued to stroke Evie's hair.
Evie eyes widened as she bit down on her lip. She never imagined losing her virginity this way. To a man she hadn’t even met. He could be anyone. This whole ordeal made her feel sicker. She had no idea what could come next or why I was being forced to do something so horrible, yet she knew she had needed to obey. She had no choice.
She was now the property of Club X. A place where men paid thousands, if not millions of dollars just to use women, force them to their will, and violate their bodies.
“You're doing great. Keep breathing, sweetie,” Violeta spoke as she led Evie out of the shower and covered her in a white robe. She took her to a dressing room where a group of women stood waiting. They each wore a different color of lingerie. Each girl looked beautiful in whatever outfit they chose.
Evie felt nervous as she took off her robe and stepped into the room. Exposed couldn’t even explain how she felt. It was almost as though someone had stripped away her identity.
She was asked to pick a lingerie set that would fit her body type. At first she was hesitant to do so, I but after seeing the looks on the faces of the other girls, She decided to go with red.
Red lace bra and panties. The material was very thin and delicate to the touch.
“Oh wow! Look at this little slut! Can't wait to see what goes on underneath those panties!" One of the girls exclaimed as she laughed loudly.
Evie knew who she was. She had met her the night before. Her name was Vicky, and she was the meanest bitch Evie had ever known.
She was the type of person who enjoyed degrading others. She seemed to enjoy being mean. It was the only thing she seemed to care about. She was very pretty, too. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile. But that didn't seem to matter.
A young woman walked up to her, smiled and helped her get dressed. Evie admired the way she moved. Her skin was flawless. Even though she was older than her, she looked like a teenager.
“Hi I’m Ingrid,” the woman said with a smile. “Must I say, you look stunning in this lingerie. Don't worry, sweetie. I'll show you the ropes and tell you what you need to know.
There isn't anything you can't handle. Everyone here is used to having new girls come in.”
Ingrid took a hair brush from her dresser and ran it through Evie's raven locks.
“I'm surprised that you've never had any work done on your face. You do look very pretty."
“Thank you,” Evie managed to say. The scent of the woman behind her was intoxicating. She inhaled deeply trying to memorize the smell.
“You’re welcome. You know we were all once like you. Scared, alone, and unsure what to expect. But let me tell you something. The moment you walk through these doors, your life changes."
“Really? So it isn't like that with everyone else?" I asked.
“Maybe. Maybe not. Some girls here are broken. Each one first time different from the others. You have two options: Either you walk into that room and own it, or you don't and get broken. It's your choice.”
“What if I'm too scared to do anything?" Evie asked trembling. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was pale and her eyes were wide. She looked like a deer caught in headlights.
Ingrid gave her a smile and pinned up luscious hair. "Then the door will close on your ass. You better get used to things because this is your life now. You will be living to serve these men. Do you understand?"
Evie nodded her head.
“Good. Those men standing over there will lead you to your first client. He'll be waiting for you.”
Giving her a pat on the shoulder, Ingrid walked away. Her slender legs swayed back and forth as she walked toward the other girls.
Evie glanced to her side to find Violeta beside her. She smiled at her and motioned toward the door.
“You ready?" Violeta asked. Evie didn’t respond. She didn’t need to.
Whether she was ready or not meant nothing to Violetta. She was her madam and her job was to make sure Evie made money, lots of it.
As Evie walked down the long dark-lit hallway accompanied by Violetta and the two men, who had been standing guard outside, She felt like she was going to puke.She was nervous. Terrified. She didn't know what to expect, but she knew she had no choice in the matter. She was going to have sex with a stranger tonight. And was supposed to put on a good performance while doing so.“There are rules you need to keep in mind,” Violetta spoke as the walked. "Don't talk to anyone until you're spoken to. If you don't want to do something, say no. And lastly, you have to choose a name for yourself. No one must know your real name. Trust me the last you'll want to do is give out your personal information."Evie heart was racing. Did was really happening, to her.What if he wanted me to be rough? She thought. What if I panicked? Her mind raced with questions, but Violetta wasn't giving her a chance to ask them.“So?” Violetta asked sternly.What?”“Your name? What should I call you?"Evie was lost
Lorenzo was his name. Lorenzo Armani… Or as most people called him ‘The devil’s son'.He was a bastard son born out of wedlock. Some said he killed his father for the pleasure of it. Others said he'd done it for revenge. Either way, he was known throughout the world as a ruthless man. A monster. A beast. His reputation preceded him. Everyone knew him. For better or worse, he was feared. And yet, he was also respected. He commanded respect.At the age of twenty-five, Lorenzo had not only taken over his father’s mafia empire, but made it bigger than ever. He not only engaged in illegal activities, but he had taken on other businesses as well. From real estate to hotels, casinos, and even clothing stores.Lorenzo himself owned almost every business around. He was the kind of man you wanted on your side. He was also well recognized for his lavish lifestyle. Money, cars, women, power... He had everything. And he was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted.So one could only imagine
The news of what Evie had done spread fast across the club and among the girls.They all couldn’t believe that she had the audacity to run away from Lorenzo? What was she thinking? He was everyone’s number one choice. All the girls wanted to sleep with him. They dreamed of being with him. Not only because of he paid the most, but also because he sexy, hot and great in bed. He was the definition of a sex god. No wonder the girls were furious.“Violetta shouldn’t have sent Evie to him. She should have sent me,” Mia one of the girls, said to another after hearing the gossip.“Yeah. Evie is lucky he didn't kill her. I heard he is known for killing those that disappoint him,” another girl added.“I can still remember the time he had me in his arms,” one of the other girls said dreamily.“Me too! I was so happy. I thought I would die,” another agreed.“Evie!!!!” Violetta voice rang out through the hallway as she walked towards the door leading to Evie’s room. She was pissed as fuck. Evie al
Sexy wasn’t the right word to describe how Evie looked in the red silk dress she wore. Not only was it tight fitting, but the fabric clung to her body. She had never worn anything like it before. It was almost as if the dress was made just for her. It hugged every curve on her body perfectly, giving off a seductive image.The dress was floor length and she paired it with silver heels. Red- bottom and high heeled. She felt like a sex goddess.Her hair was pinned up, though loose strands fell around her face. Her makeup was flawless: red lipstick, dark eyeliner, and black mascara. She had gotten herself ready for her date with Lorenzo.“You look… amazing,” Ingrid said as she stared at Evie. She blinked a few times trying to get accustomed to seeing Evie dressed this way. Ingrid knew Evie was pretty, but the dress made her look gorgeous.“Thanks. Do you think the bruises are noticeable? I don’t want anyone to see them.”Ingrid placed a hand over Evie's shoulder. "Relax. They aren't visib
CHAPTER SIXLorenzo stared at her in shock. He didn't know how to respond. There was something about her today. She was like a snake who had shed off her skin.He could swear that it was just yesterday that he had met her and she was scared to death. Now, she was acting like a different person. What happened to her? How could a person change so much in such a short space of time?Lorenzo strode towards her and grabbed her by the waist. “I am going to give you exactly what you deserve, little Red. And then some!”The music changed into a slow romantic song and Lorenzo pulled her close. Evie tried to break free but Lorenzo held her tight and pressed his body against hers. He wrapped his arms around her and started swaying to the beat, moving slowly to the music.He was trying to show her that he could be gentle, when what he really wanted to do was rip her clothes off and fuck her senseless.Evie couldn’t understand what the hell Lorenzo was doing. The man was practically begging to be
CHAPTER SIXLorenzo stared at her in shock. He didn't know how to respond. There was something about her today. She was like a snake who had shed off her skin.He could swear that it was just yesterday that he had met her and she was scared to death. Now, she was acting like a different person. What happened to her? How could a person change so much in such a short space of time?Lorenzo strode towards her and grabbed her by the waist. “I am going to give you exactly what you deserve, little Red. And then some!”The music changed into a slow romantic song and Lorenzo pulled her close. Evie tried to break free but Lorenzo held her tight and pressed his body against hers. He wrapped his arms around her and started swaying to the beat, moving slowly to the music.He was trying to show her that he could be gentle, when what he really wanted to do was rip her clothes off and fuck her senseless.Evie couldn’t understand what the hell Lorenzo was doing. The man was practically begging to be
Sexy wasn’t the right word to describe how Evie looked in the red silk dress she wore. Not only was it tight fitting, but the fabric clung to her body. She had never worn anything like it before. It was almost as if the dress was made just for her. It hugged every curve on her body perfectly, giving off a seductive image.The dress was floor length and she paired it with silver heels. Red- bottom and high heeled. She felt like a sex goddess.Her hair was pinned up, though loose strands fell around her face. Her makeup was flawless: red lipstick, dark eyeliner, and black mascara. She had gotten herself ready for her date with Lorenzo.“You look… amazing,” Ingrid said as she stared at Evie. She blinked a few times trying to get accustomed to seeing Evie dressed this way. Ingrid knew Evie was pretty, but the dress made her look gorgeous.“Thanks. Do you think the bruises are noticeable? I don’t want anyone to see them.”Ingrid placed a hand over Evie's shoulder. "Relax. They aren't visib
The news of what Evie had done spread fast across the club and among the girls.They all couldn’t believe that she had the audacity to run away from Lorenzo? What was she thinking? He was everyone’s number one choice. All the girls wanted to sleep with him. They dreamed of being with him. Not only because of he paid the most, but also because he sexy, hot and great in bed. He was the definition of a sex god. No wonder the girls were furious.“Violetta shouldn’t have sent Evie to him. She should have sent me,” Mia one of the girls, said to another after hearing the gossip.“Yeah. Evie is lucky he didn't kill her. I heard he is known for killing those that disappoint him,” another girl added.“I can still remember the time he had me in his arms,” one of the other girls said dreamily.“Me too! I was so happy. I thought I would die,” another agreed.“Evie!!!!” Violetta voice rang out through the hallway as she walked towards the door leading to Evie’s room. She was pissed as fuck. Evie al
Lorenzo was his name. Lorenzo Armani… Or as most people called him ‘The devil’s son'.He was a bastard son born out of wedlock. Some said he killed his father for the pleasure of it. Others said he'd done it for revenge. Either way, he was known throughout the world as a ruthless man. A monster. A beast. His reputation preceded him. Everyone knew him. For better or worse, he was feared. And yet, he was also respected. He commanded respect.At the age of twenty-five, Lorenzo had not only taken over his father’s mafia empire, but made it bigger than ever. He not only engaged in illegal activities, but he had taken on other businesses as well. From real estate to hotels, casinos, and even clothing stores.Lorenzo himself owned almost every business around. He was the kind of man you wanted on your side. He was also well recognized for his lavish lifestyle. Money, cars, women, power... He had everything. And he was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted.So one could only imagine
As Evie walked down the long dark-lit hallway accompanied by Violetta and the two men, who had been standing guard outside, She felt like she was going to puke.She was nervous. Terrified. She didn't know what to expect, but she knew she had no choice in the matter. She was going to have sex with a stranger tonight. And was supposed to put on a good performance while doing so.“There are rules you need to keep in mind,” Violetta spoke as the walked. "Don't talk to anyone until you're spoken to. If you don't want to do something, say no. And lastly, you have to choose a name for yourself. No one must know your real name. Trust me the last you'll want to do is give out your personal information."Evie heart was racing. Did was really happening, to her.What if he wanted me to be rough? She thought. What if I panicked? Her mind raced with questions, but Violetta wasn't giving her a chance to ask them.“So?” Violetta asked sternly.What?”“Your name? What should I call you?"Evie was lost
“Do I really need to do this?” Evie asked. Tears stained her pale cheek as she tried so hard to stop herself from sobbing.“Yes,” the woman sitting beside the bathtub in the bathroom replied. Her hands caressed Evie’s wet hair and face tenderly.“I'm sorry, baby girl,” she whispered into Evie’s ear softly.“No, you're not," Evie croaked. Her throat was too dry for anything else. “Why are you making me do this. I’m not one of your whores! You can't just order me around like some kind of prostitute!" Her voice rose once more as tears poured down her cheeks.“But don’t you remember, your father sold you to me. You are one of my girls now, and I'll be ordering you around for as long as I want.”Her words were like daggers to Evie's heart. Every time she was reminded of her father’s betrayal it felt like a knife twisting deeper inside her chest. She still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that my own father had sold his only daughter to a brothel owner. It made no sense at all.Why wou