4 The Compulsion

 

Alda was frozen in great shock. She could not determine what to do. Whichever way, she knew she was not getting on the bed. Immediately, her face was covered with beads of sweat and her breath became too obvious that Micheal could realise it. 

Micheal laughed hysterically. This was the first time he witnessed a stripper who would not get on the bed to sleep with a client ever since he had been coming to Alchemy strip club. Yet, his laughter did not mean he was going to have it easy on Alda. 

Abruptly, Micheal hastened to her and grabbed her by her hair. He pushed her to the bed, and he did not bother if she almost hit her head on the bed frame. 

Alda screamed. But she knew no help was coming for her. And no matter how much she struggled, she could not overpower the hefty Micheal whose arm is as strong as a tree. 

“I paid fifty thousand dollars to have you, you piece of shit! How dare you hesitate to have sex with me?” Micheal yelled. 

“Do you f**king know who I am?” He exclaimed angrily. 

He sent a slap to Alda’s face and again sent another slap to the other side of her face. Even when her face became reddening, and swollen it did not mean Micheal was ready to stop. 

In the same way, Alda had not stopped screaming and weeping at the same time. 

“Don’t do this.” Alda wept, but her pleas only went on deaf ears. 

Micheal regretted paying such a big amount of money for a girl she thought would make him forget his sad reality. If he had known, he would have ordered his regular threesome and tonight would have been a night he was so pleased sexually again. 

Micheal climbed down from Alda and totally from the bed. He rubbed his hands hurriedly into his hair as he sat down again to sniff a little out of his chalk. 

As soon as he did this, he got back to his feet and shook his head strangely. Thus, Alda looked at him and realised the white chalks were hard drugs. 

She became more frightened. It was not enough that he wanted to force sex down on her, but his blood was also filled with cocaine. She rushed down from the bed and it did not matter if she almost fell to the floor. She made sure to grab the knife on the table. 

“Give it back and lie on the f**king bed!” Micheal ordered as he continued to breathe heavily. 

“Don’t come any closer,” Alda warned.     

 Micheal let out his sardonic laughter. First, this was the alchemy club, and he knew her employment had a contract. Second, he was a public figure and a common stripper like Alda could not even dream of stabbing him.

“You could go to jail for this.” He reminded. 

“I am the f**king heir of Walt Draper’s group. Do you know what the heck that means?” He asked as he laughed hysterically again. 

Micheal hastened again to Alda without minding the knife in her hands. His eyes shun danger as his brows knitted tightly.

Of such boldness from Micheal, Alda could not contain her fear and her grab for the knife got loose. Yet, she still managed to cut him. 

This was a minor cut on Micheal's hand and he did not feel even the slightest of pain at this moment. Everything Micheal felt was his fury and immediately as he got a hold of Alda, he grabbed her hand tightly and forcefully took the knife away from her clenched fingers. 

Again, he sent another wild slap to her face. “How dare you raise a knife at me?” He flung her back to the bed and immediately climbed on her and pinning her hands to the bed with only one of his hands.   

Alda pleaded once more. But just like the other time, Micheal did not listen. She continued weeping and struggling the best way, as she was completely overpowered, but her best was not enough. Micheal was already successful in separating her legs. 

However, it did not mean that Micheal was able to successfully thrust into her even when he attempted this both fast and slowly. Alda’s vagi** was too tight to the extent that even Micheal’s finger could not penetrate it. 

“I am a virgin,” Alda confessed.

Her confession sounded too funny and Micheal only laughed at what he heard. Even still, he remained on her and still pinned her to the bed. 

“I am a virgin,” Alda wept further. 

This did not mean Micheal believed her. “Your crocodile tears cannot save you b*tch,” he snapped as he continued to attempt forceful penetration.

Alda was not softened. Even when she knew she could not overpower Micheal, she struggled in her best way to resist Micheal's penetration. And it did not matter if she was pinned against her will to the bed. She struggled by her waist, by her thighs and by her legs. 

However, she continued to plead.     

When Micheal attempted his possible best and his protruded d**k could not stretch or tear Alda’s strong hymen, he suddenly remembered what his late father stated in his will as he now believed there is a possibility Alda has not lied. 

And if indeed, Alda spoke the truth about being a virgin, he was immediately ready to use this situation to his advantage.  

Micheal got down from Alda and Alda only scurried away from the bed. 

“Easy, easy now girl,” Micheal said in a calm voice. He suddenly saw how heavy Alda's breathing was and how frightened she looked. 

He also saw that when he took a step further and closer to her, Alda took two steps back, towards the door even when she knew it had been locked from the outside. 

Again, Alda scurried her eyes throughout the room, searching hastily for the knife Micheal flung away at the time he grabbed her. And when she saw it under the bed, if she waited for a second to rush to grab the knife, it was a lie. 

Hence, her breathing became more rapid, “come closer and I won't hesitate to stab you to death.” She warned.