chapter 6

“Finally found you, Isabelle Davis.”

It’s Joe, my high school bulky, the guy who got beaten up by Zen because he was trying to sexually harass me. Now, he is sitting in front of me, with a cigarette in his hand, man spreading, with a smirk on his face. By reading his face, I can tell the awful things that are going to go down. I know he will take his revenge, as much as I know him from my high school days he’s a very ‘an eye for an eye’ type of guy. I was the reason; he got beaten up so badly, he will make sure he puts me back to my place. And I don’t even have Zen around to save me this time.

I don’t know whether I should laugh or cry; the amount of twisted game life is playing with me, is just intolerable at this point. He keeps on staring at me, with an evil smirk playing on his lips. I keep standing in front of him silently looking around trying to ignore the fact that I’m here to provide him with a strip performance.

“Won’t you strip baby?” He slowly stands up from the black leather couch.

Seeing him walk up to me, my legs automatically starts going back, just watching him inch closer to me is making me lose control over whole body; it starts going cold, no one will care if he rapes or just kills me in here.

“Look, I’m here to provide you with a service so just sit there and let me do my job.” I muster up the courage to finally speak.

“Job?” He starts laughing, throwing his head back.

I look away from him realizing that I’m barely dressed in front of a man that I loathe. He probably saw me out there getting naked; what have I ever done to be put in this sort of situation.

“I always thought of you as the prude and perfect; does nothing wrong type of girl. But look at you Isabelle, just look at you. Damn you’re something else aren’t you?” He cocks his eyebrows at me.

I don’t know what to say to him, all I want is to push him away and get the hell out of this room. I can’t let him touch me; I just can’t let that happen. My back suddenly comes in contact with the cold wall making me flinch; he slowly stands in front of me and cages me, by placing both his hands on the sides of my frame.

“Won’t you try to fight me off? If money is what you wanted all this time, you know you could have just told me. I have plenty of it.” He starts leaning closer to my face.

He stops when his face is inches away from mine. The entire time my eyes are on his; his devil like deep blue eyes, keeps on roaming around my entire body. It’s as if he is trying to drink me down with his gaze. He slowly holds one of his hands up and places it on my bare chest. Closing my eyes I turn my head away to my side. His hands slowly caress my collarbones; his fingers brushes against the nape of my neck. All of sudden his starts choking me, my eyes shoots open and I look at him and try to push him off me. No use, he doesn’t even move one bit, instead his hold starts getting tighter and tighter. My air supply starts getting cut off badly; I put my palms against his face and try to push off me.

“Where is he? Won’t he come to save you this time?!” He grits his teeth together.

I close my eyes and give up fighting feeling my body giving up on me. He lets me go and walks back to the couch and plops down it. I slide down the wall holding my neck crying silently; it feels like my neck with break and my head will fall off.

He takes out a small packet out of his pocket and pours the white powder on the small table that his phone and an ashtray. I stare at his phone for a while; that phone could be my escape from out of here. I watch him separate the powder into lines and snort them up, one by one using a rolled up dollar bill.

Slowly standing up I go to the corner where the music system is and replay the song. This is my only chance to get out of here; I will have to seduce him and get the phone from him. I turn around and start walking towards him; he looks up at me quiet surprised seeing the way I was walking to him. Swaying my hips from left to right, I walk closer to him and stand in front of him.

“I guess you were always a whore.” He leans on the couch with a smirk on his face.

Staring into his eyes I turn around and move my body with the rhythm of the song.

“You make such a good whore.” He laughs.

He is just a nasty jerk; I’m not even a whore, I started working as a stripper and he is talking to me like that. No wonder what the others have to face every day of their life while working here. 

Slowly moving my hips around I sit on his lap, as soon as I do his hands wrap themselves around my waist and pulls me closer to him. Making my back hit his chest; a sudden fear takes over me. Suddenly his hands weren’t the only problem; I could feel his harness poking my ass. His hands slide down to my ass and grabs onto them and start rocking my hips back and forth, making me dry hump on him. I silently stare at the phone, letting him do as he pleases; my ticket to freedom is right in front of him, just a little bit more and I will be free.

“I had my eyes on you since day one, your face, your body and mostly your smell.” His grip on me gets tighter and harder; he buries his nose in my hair and sniffs it. 

I feel my tears roll down my cheek while I stare at the phone. He keeps on making my hips move, I hear moans coming out of his mouth while his lips latches on to the skin, on the back of my shoulder. I feel nasty; I feel so violated, I can’t believe this is happening to me.

“Oh fuck I’m cumming!” He groans making me rub against his hardness faster.

I take the chance and grab his phone and lean down and slide it under the couch. Now I’m just praying he doesn’t look for his phone. He groans loudly and leans down on the couch completely cumming in his pants. Slowly I wipe my tears and go to stand up, but he reaches up to my wrist and pulls me down to him and makes me sit back on his lap. When I do, he leans in towards me making his chest rub against my back. He slowly moves the hair away from my right ear.

“You thought I didn’t see what you did?” He whispers in my ear and gives the shell of my ear a small lick.