"Bitch! What are you doing here?!"
France's shrill scream woke me up from my dreamless slumber. My lids fluttered open. I looked at her with a dazed expression. It took a while before I finally realized what was going on.
I fell asleep on the bathroom floor! Damn it!
I stood up and quickly looked down to check my body.
"What did you do?!" France's panicked voice took my attention.
"What?" I asked nonchalantly.
"The show's not over yet!" she screamed.
"Fine," I grunted before walking out of the bathroom as if nothing happened. I headed to the door when I was pulled back by the hair.
"Are you crazy?!" France hissed. "Do you seriously think that the clients would like you in that state?" she pointed at my drenched clothes.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked unemotionally which made him sigh in frustration. He's obviously running out of patience but I couldn't care less.
"Hurry up and get changed!" she snapped. "Or do you want me to do it for you?!" she looked at me sharply.
I sighed while staring at her serious face. I don't know how she can stomach all the things that they do to the poor women here.
"I can do it myself," I huffed before I turned my back on him.
"Hurry up! The client's already waiting for you at VIP room 6!" she screamed behind me. I didn't even bother to look back as I made my way to the shower to wash myself quickly.
Then I proceeded to the dressing room in just a white robe. I put on another set of sinful lingerie. The door slammed open while I was putting on make-up.
"Hurry bitch!" France hissed. "You need to be in VIP room two! ASAP!?"
I rolled my eyes while putting on my red lipstick.
"Fine," I clicked my tongue impatiently.
I hate VIP rooms. It's where clients can have their own private shows. I am nothing more than a puppet inside that room. They can make me do whatever the hell they want. The only advantage is that they can't touch me. But it doesn't make it any better. Not really.
I glanced at my reflection one last time.
"Don't you dare fuck this up, Ava! I've already had my fill of bullshit tonight!" France ranted behind me as I strode towards the door.
"Yeah, yeah," I chanted.
"That's a big-time client in there!" she grabbed my arm to stop me from walking. "Make sure to leave him wanting for more. We need more regular patrons!"
"Alright," I shrugged nonchalantly. What is it to me anyway? Even if patrons bleed their pockets dry for me, I will only get a dime of what they pay for.
I strutted my way to the floor where the VIP rooms were located, stopping in front of a red door. I knocked once before pushing it open.
I saw a man sitting on the couch while holding a glass of liquor in his hand. I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when I noticed how he didn't even bother to look at me. I'm sure he was aware of my presence, he just chose to ignore it.
I slowly approached him to do my job, seductively wrapping my arms around his broad shoulder. I almost closed my eyes at how his musky scent attacked my senses.
'Hmm, at least he smells good,' I thought.
"Get your hands off me," his cold voice brought me back to reality. For a moment, I was taken aback by his cold demeanor but I quickly shrugged it off. I went to the pole in the middle of the room to do my job. I was here to give him a good show.
I gripped the pole while searching for his eyes. A loud gasp almost escaped my lips when I finally laid eyes on his face!
It was him!
The man who looked so unbothered by my performance earlier is here for a private show! A satisfied smirk crawls up to my lips. I wonder what kind of game he is playing. Why is he here when it seemed like he couldn't care less about me?
I held his gaze, never breaking eye contact as I started my routine in tune with the boisterous music reverberating along the walls of the room.
I grabbed the pole behind me with both hands above my head, my legs astride, giving him a peek at what's between my thighs. Slowly, I let my hips move in a circular motion while still holding his empty gaze. He was watching my every move like a hawk but I couldn't find any emotion in his face.
Let's see how long he can keep this act, then.
I spun around the pole. I made sure to do every move with perfection. My body waved against it like I was making love to it, mimicking a rhythm known to men since time immemorial.
When I still couldn't get the reaction I wanted, I started inching towards him. The only rule in this room is that he cannot touch me, but I can do whatever I want with him.
The corner of my lips tugged upward as I stopped in front of him. My legs are on either side of his, straddling him. Now that we are face to face, I can see that he is much older than me. But who cares? He still looked so damn hot!
He snorted seemingly disgusted by my awestruck reaction before drinking the rest of his whiskey, still acting unaffected.
"Pour me more," he grunted.
Ugh. I bit my lip. Even his voice sounded so sexy. I quietly wondered what brought him to this kind of place when surely he could get any woman he wanted at the snap of his fingers.
I did what he asked without moving away from him. After filling his glass, I put the bottle back on the table behind me to continue where I left off.
I rested both my arms on his shoulders, this time, he didn't argue with me. He just watched me with his blank stare. He seemed to be challenging me.
I started teasing him by dancing on his lap. I let my core graze his front from time to time but did not fully give contact. My eyebrows twitched when I felt that he wasn't acting at all.
He's really not affected! Damn him.
It's hard to admit but it did bruise my ego. I was used to men worshipping me inside this room. I even had to call security when they couldn't keep their hands to themselves! But this man...
I was getting frustrated but I tried my best not to show it on my face. I still tried my best to at least turn him on, but all my efforts turned futile.
"Stop it," he growled in a low voice after a while. "Get off me."
I took a deep breath before slowly pulling away from him.
"But..." I wanted to argue. There is allotted time in each VIP room.
"Just sit or do whatever you want," he said.
"There are CCTVs here," I informed him. They are used to ensure clients won't go overboard while in here. But I'm sure whoever's watching it will also see if I will stop doing what I am supposed to do.
"Can I at least sit beside you?" I asked hesitantly. I've never been this unsure in this job since forever.
"Fine," he grunted before downing another shot of whiskey down his throat.
I winced. I sat and pretended like I was all over him for the rest of the time. At least he didn't stop me from doing my job. He just sat beside me like a damn rock! He remained unaffected despite my lewd ministrations.
I took a deep breath, trying to shake my frustration off. I swear, I was so close to bonking him in the head with the whiskey bottle!
In my head, I was throwing it at him while he walked out of the room. Instead, I glared at his retreating figure. I've never felt this insulted. At least not in this room.
I scoffed bitterly when I realized what I was thinking.
"You're really sick in the head, Ava," I muttered under my breath. Shouldn't I be happy that he didn't want to take advantage of me? For the first time since I came to this god-forsaken place, someone didn't see me as a sex object. I should be glad.
But I wasn't....
"Tss, whatever," I grunted before leaving the VIP room as well. I guess that's it for the night seeing that France wasn't around to tell me what to do next.
I went to my room and headed straight to the shower. This time, I turned the heater on to relax myself. I closed my eyes as I let the warm water course down through my skin. Images of the man in the VIP room flashed inside my head.
It's like every detail of his face is embedded in my memory. His thick eyebrows, deep-set eyes, straight nose, sharp jaw...
I groaned inwardly, trying to push his memory away. He's awakening something in me. Something that I failed to do to him despite my years of experience in seduction.
Suddenly, the temperature inside the room seemed to surge. I can feel my body heating up and I know it has nothing to do with the warm water cascading down my body.
I let my hands wander, letting the soft lather on my skin. I bit my lower lip when my fingers accidentally brushed one of my hardened buds.
"Fuck it," I hissed. My head is getting filled with lust. All reason is flown out the window.
I couldn't help but fondle my twin peaks while thinking of that man. In my head, he was standing in front of me, his hands gripping me tight. I imagined his hand to be rough and calloused, exactly like his attitude towards me. It was in complete contrast with my smooth skin, giving me a much heightened sensation.
A muffled moan escaped between my lips when my left hand moved south.
"Damn you!" I cursed the man in my head as I continued to pleasure myself. I imagine him dominating my whole body.
Never in my wildest dreams have I thought that I will come to this point. But here I am, pathetically picking up my pace, trying to chase the release I didn't get tonight....
"Haven't you heard?" Mica frowned when I asked her what was happening.The hellhole of a place is now in complete chaos. Madam Hirushi is screaming in a different language. In the years that I was locked up in here, I already picked up some of the words she frequently used but she was yelling too fast that I couldn't keep up.One thing is for sure. She's enraged! I've never seen her like this before."Why would I ask if I know?" I snapped at her.She clicked her tongue in annoyance but stepped forward to come nearer."One of the newbies escaped last night," she whispered behind my ear.My eyes widened in shock. Someone escaped!"W-who?" I whispered back despite already having an inkling who it was."Julia," she mouthed.My heart seemed to jump even though I was already expecting it. She escaped!Memories rushed inside me of that night long ago when I thought I could slip out of the syndicate's claws. Only to be caught shortly after that. The punishment they gave me was unimaginable. I
"What's taking you so long?" he snapped as he once again slammed the door open. He looked at me like I was a petulant child he needed to reprimand.I raised an eyebrow at him. This time, I was already fully clothed and had just finished fixing myself. I even put on a bit of make-up since I saw some on the vanity."Follow me, I need to discuss something," he ordered.I did as I was asked, walking behind him while looking around. If I was already in awe of the room I woke up in, my jaw literally dropped at the sight outside. It was no doubt a penthouse unit. Even though the interior design is minimalist, the whole place still screams luxury and wealth!I can't believe I stepped foot in a place like this. I kept looking around but I couldn't help but get distracted by his physique. I wanted to whistle when I took a good look from his broad shoulders down to his firm butt. He surely works out to be able to maintain this kind of body."Ouch," I whimpered when my forehead hit his shoulder w
"Wake up," a stern voice woke me up abruptly.For a while, I was confused when I saw the unfamiliar room I was in. It took a few good seconds before everything registered to my still hazy brain. My eyes felt heavy as I scanned the room. I could feel how they were swollen from crying."Your training will start today," the cold voice stated.I looked up to see the man who bought me. I found myself shamelessly staring at him. How can he look this good despite the silver streaks in his hair? That is the only clear giveaway of his age. His body is still so fit. I bet he can crush me with ease."Hey," he snapped his finger in front of my face right before my thoughts went dark and dirty. I jerked back in surprise."I'm talking to you," he snapped.Right. But what did he say? Training. "Training?" I voiced out my confusion. What training?"You are supposed to be my wife. I can't introduce you like that," he said while looking at me with a hint of disgust in his eyes. He was scanning me like
I wanted to pull my hair out while waiting for the elevator to reach the ground floor. How can I be so stupid? I didn't think this through. I don't even have a plan! What will I do once I get out of here? Where will I go? I have no money! I don't know anyone outside the ring.I definitely won't go back there!"But I'm already here," I whispered to myself. "I'll just deal with it once I get out of here."Just then, the elevator dinged, signaling that it had reached its destination. I ran as fast as I could as soon as its doors opened. I looked around frantically, trying to navigate where the exit is.It seems like I am in the basement parking of the building. There were cars lined up in the well-lit area. I started running while looking around. I have to hurry. I don't know how much time I have to get out of here!"Damn it! Why aren't there signs?" I huffed frustratedly, my head turning left and right. I couldn't see anyone I could ask either!So I just kept running aimlessly, hoping t
I'd been standing for quite some time under the cold running water but the heat inside me is still very much alive!"Damn you, Vladimir!" I cursed him inside my head. Is this some kind of punishment? Because it's working! I feel so damn frustrated right now!I can still feel his lips on mine, his taste still lingers in my mouth. I closed my eyes to reminisce about the feel of his rough, calloused palm against my smooth skin.I shook my head when I realized what I was doing. What is happening to me? Did that old man bewitch me?I tried so hard to control my growing desire but as I caressed my skin with the lather, the more I felt the heat between my legs. Until I finally caved into the devil.I closed my eyes once again and let my hands wander on my body. My right hand grabbed one of my taut peaks while the other moved further down to play with the sensitive nub between my core, imagining it was Vladimir's hands worshipping my body.I slumped on the bed, buried my face in a pillow, and
"Hey, wake up," a deep baritone voice roused me from my deep slumber.My eyelids fluttered open only to be greeted by the deepest, most mesmerizing blue eyes I had ever seen. A smile stretched my lips. What a great way to start my day!"Stop smiling like an idiot!" he snapped, waking me up from any fantasy that I was having at the moment."Huh?" I jolted upright. Now, I'm wide awake! I wasn't dreaming. A gorgeous but nasty human being is in front of me. My husband, Vladimir Lewis. Why is he so upset already? Did he have a bad night?"Get ready. We have a flight to catch," he said."A flight?!" I echoed, suddenly getting excited. "To where? Are we going on our honeymoon?!""Enough with the questions," he said impatiently. "Just go and get ready. We'll be leaving in an hour.""But wait... I haven't packed anything yet!" I argued."I had Cora prepare everything that you might need. Your change of clothes are in the closet," he said."Oh, okay," I smiled.We're going on a trip! I'm so ex
I can't help my grin whenever I think about it. I don't know why but I am so sure about it. We made out a few times and not once had I felt it. What else could be the reason?That must be it. I wanted to sympathize with him. He is a good catch. He looked so damn good despite his age. He has the money and obviously the status even though I don't know him. His aura exudes dominance and authority. To know that he is lacking in that department makes me feel bad.What a waste!"Have you lost your mind?" for the first time since we made out on his private jet, I heard his voice again."Huh?" I frowned, wondering what he was talking about."You look like a delusional bitch with that creepy smile," he snapped.Oh!I grinned sheepishly. If only he could read my mind. I'm sure he will be less arrogant."Don't mind me," I smiled. "I'm just having a good time. By the way, thank you for taking me here."I won't bring out my ace yet. This isn't the right time. I need to play my cards right."Whate
"Damn you!" I screamed behind his back but he had already left. I doubt it if he heard me."Argh!" I scrunched my hair in frustration! I never expected our confrontation to turn out that way! I really thought I'd have him at the palm of my hand after I dropped the bomb to his face!How can he be so full of himself?"Ugh!" I groaned. I squirmed when I felt the dampness between my thighs."What the hell is wrong with me?!" I snapped when I realized what happened. How can his roughness turn me on? We were in the middle of an argument and yet there I was creaming for him!I squeezed my eyes shut! This is so embarrassing!My only relief is the thought that he didn't know. But still... How can I lust about him when I know he probably can't satisfy me? Well, there are other ways but... Ugh!Stop it, Ava!I stomped my feet like a child while heading to the suite's bedroom. I jumped on the bed, recalling our conversation inside my head.He dismissed my accusation by putting the blame on me! Wh