Chapter 2

When Danica stepped out onto the stage wearing a short miniskirt and a white shirt, she could hear the crowd breathing hard. Glancing around the room, she felt like throwing up when she saw all the sweaty men with their tongues hanging out and their hands down their pants.

This wasn’t what she wanted to do, but the last time she refused to strip, Rudy beat her until she was black and blue. Having been kept as a prisoner in her stepfather’s home, she never learned to dance and had no rhythm.

Her moves were clumsy and out of sync with the music, but she had to try, or else she would be made to work in one of the back rooms. There, she would have to have sex with the clients, sometimes with multiple men. She had heard horror stories of what some of the women had to endure at the hands of the evil and perverted.

She had just removed her skirt and top and was standing there in just her bra and panties when Rudy came up on stage.

“What are you doing?” he yelled at her.

“I’m doing what you told me to. I’m taking off my clothes.”

“You suck at stripping,” he hissed, dragging her off of the stage and heading into the back. “I have an important client who wants you in the back room.”

She tried to break free, but she wasn’t strong enough.

“No, you said as long as I stripped, I wouldn’t have to work the rooms.”

“Bitch, you were always going to be put back there.” He opened the door and shoved her, causing her to fall and land on the floor. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll be nice to Mr. Smirnov. Whatever you do, don’t look him in the eyes—those who have paid a high price.” He walked out, slamming the door behind him.

When he shut the door, she got to her feet and looked over to the bed. She crossed her arms over her chest to cover the exposed breasts that the bra didn’t cover.

She shivered, not from the cold but from fear. There was nothing she could do but surrender. All she could hope for was that the man or men used condoms.

***

Dmitry made his way to the back of the club, where he was met by Rudy, who was standing outside the door, waiting for him.

“Mr. Smirnov, the girl is waiting for you. Take as much time as you want, and if you need anything else, just let me know.”

“What is her name?”

“Danica,” Rudy said, avoiding looking into his eyes.

“Go,” Dmitry said, snapping his fingers.

When Rudy left, he opened the door and stepped in, shutting the door behind him. His eyes moved up and down her body. Though he was unable to get a good look at her breasts since she was trying to cover them up, he liked what he saw.

His member twitched; she had a great little body with legs he was going to enjoy having flung over his shoulders.

“Remove your arms from your breasts so that I can get a good look at you.”

A smile crossed his face when she did what she was told. Her breasts were small but firm, and he knew he could fit one completely into his mouth. Taking off his expensive Italian jacket, he placed it over the chair. Sitting down on the chair, he loosened his tie.

“Come, straddle me.”

***

She knew he was different from the other men coming to the club when he entered the room. The others were much older, fat and bald, and smelled of cigarettes and alcohol. But this man was tall, had a dark complexion, and smelled of expensive cologne.

The suit he wore looked to have been tailor-made, not some cheap stuff from a mall store. He was handsome, unlike the men her stepfather brought to the house. He had a thick accent, which made him sexier, but this look on his face scared her. She knew then that he was a very dangerous man whom you shouldn’t cross. She stood there, frozen with fear, until he snapped at her.

“I said come here and straddle me.”

Walking toward him on trembling legs, she got on his lap and straddled him as he instructed. She had to place her hands on his shoulders so as not to slide off his lap. She could feel how muscular his thighs were between hers, and his shoulders were broad. His scent was enough to make her swoon.

She turned her head and gasped when he placed his hands on her waist. She could feel the power and strength of his grip.

“Why do you look away from me?” he asked, staring at her.

“I was told not to look you in the eye,” she said, her voice shaking from fear.

“You have my permission to look,” he said as he used his thumb to rub over her waist. He liked the feel of her skin; it was so soft, like silk.

“How old are you?”

“Twenty,” she replied, still not looking at him.

“Look at me,” he said in a low growl.

She lifted her head and looked into a pair of deep blue eyes.

“I’ll be twenty-one next month,” she said, not knowing why she told him this.

“So young, so beautiful,” he said, staring at her breasts. He lowered his head, placing his lips over her quivering breasts. He breathed in her scent; she smelled heavenly, like how he thought an angel would smell.

Feeling his lips moving softly over her skin, she closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. She was afraid of this man, fearful of what he was going to do to her, and yet her body was responding to him. She could feel the bulge inside his pants getting bigger and harder as it pressed against her.

Her breath hitched in her throat when he suddenly—and without warning—picked her up and laid her down on the bed. Her eyes widened in fear when he got on top of her, his body covering hers. She felt a tingling sensation between her legs. Her core began to throb, and it felt like her panties were wet.

A soft moan escaped her lips when his mouth went to her neck, and he started placing feathery kisses over her skin. But when he moved his hand down and between her legs, she begged him to stop.

“Please, don’t do this.”

Placing the palms of his hands on the bed on either side of her head, he looked down at her.

“Nobody tells me what to do, so why should I listen to you?”

With tears in her eyes, she looked into his.

“I’m a virgin.”

Still lying on top of her, he looked at the tears that were rolling down her face.

“You have never had sex before? Are you telling me that no man has put his cock inside you and fucked you?”

“Yes, there has been no one.”

Getting off her, he sat on the edge of the bed, straightening his tie.

“Then why are you here, working in a club like this?”

She lay there, feeling exposed, but didn’t know if she was to sit up or not.

“It wasn’t by choice. My stepfather sold me to Rudy. I was forced to work here.”

He turned his head to look at her.

“You don’t belong here,” he said, his eyes moving over her body. “This is good; you are pure. I don’t think I have ever met someone so innocent. You can sit up.”

He kept looking at her; he liked the fact that no other man had been inside her or touched her.

A thought crossed his mind: she could solve his problem and give him what he wanted.

“Do you wish to get away from this place?”

“I would do anything to get away from here,” she said, chewing on her bottom lip.

“I can help you with that. I have a proposition to make to you that will benefit both of us. You can think of it as a business deal.”

“What kind of business deal?”

“I will discuss it with you later. Right now, I need to talk to Rudy. You stay here and don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back shortly.”

Before he left, he noticed she was shivering. Taking off his jacket, he wrapped it around her.

“This will keep you warm.”

She sat down, feeling the warmth of his jacket on her skin. She wondered what kind of deal he had planned for her.

Was she making a mistake and about to make a deal with the Devil? It would be nice to get away from this place, but the question was—was what he had planned much worse than the situation she was in now?

Stepping out of the room, he told one of his guards standing by the door to find Rudy and bring him to the manager’s office.

Walking into the office like he owned the place, he sat down behind the desk, waiting for Rudy. Picking up the letter opener, he checked to see how sharp it was.

Just then, his man walked in with Rudy, his hand clasped behind the man’s neck, and shoved him into the chair.

“Mr. Smirnov, has the girl not pleased you?”

Ignoring the question, he tapped the letter opener against the desk.

“How much did you pay for the girl?”

Rudy stared at what Dmitry held in his hand, wondering if it would end up in him. He swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Five thousand dollars. But so far she hasn’t been worth it; in time she will, one way or another.”

“I will give you twenty-five thousand dollars for her.”

“She’s fresh meat; the men love someone young. I can make a lot of money from her for a few years. No, she is not for sale.”

Dmitry laughed, still playing with the letter opener.

“You have misunderstood me. I am not asking; I am telling you.”

He got to his feet and walked over to Rudy and behind him. In one swift movement, he placed his hand on the man’s forehead, pulled his head back, and placed the sharp object on his neck.

“I’m taking her, is that clear?” he asked, digging the opener into his neck just enough to draw a speck of blood.

“Yes, very clear,” Rudy said, feeling a trickle of blood running down his neck.

Dmitry removed the letter opener from Rudy’s neck.

“Good boy. I am glad we understand each other. I will take the girl with me now; tomorrow, someone will bring you the money.”

Looking at his men, they walked out, leaving a very scared Rudy to clean the blood from his neck.

Meanwhile, Danica was pacing back and forth. At first, she thought he had changed his mind about taking her away from her, but then she remembered she had his jacket.

It was way too expensive for anyone to walk away without it. She jumped when the door opened, and he walked in. Clutching the coat closer to her chest, she watched him shut the door.

“It is done; you are coming with me,” he said, going over. He stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers.

“But first, you must agree to do as I say.”

“You haven’t told me what the deal is.”

“Ah yes, the deal. You will give me a baby.”

Feeling weak, she sat down. Did she really hear him right?

“What?” she asked, looking at him, waiting for him to explain.

“It’s simple: You will give me a baby, a son. I see you are confused, so let me explain. I need a son to take over my business in case something were to happen to me. Once you have provided me with an heir, then you will be free to leave. I will give you enough money to live on for the rest of your life. You can go anywhere you wish.”

“You want me to have your baby and then give it up and leave?”

“If you prefer to stay and raise the child, you’ll have a room to yourself. But once you give me a child, I’ll have no more use for you, so sex between us will be no more. You’ll live in my home and help to raise the child.”

“What if it’s a girl, then what?”

“We’ll keep trying until you give me a son.”

“This is crazy, you’re crazy,” she said, regretting her words when she saw the anger flashing in his eyes.

He walked over, gripping her chin in the palm of his hand.

“Never talk to me in this manner again, or you will be sorry. I am giving you a chance to have a better life. If you don’t accept my offer, I will leave you here. I think you know what will happen to you if you stay here.”

He looked at his watch.

“You have less than five minutes to make up your mind.”

Letting go of her chin, he sat down, staring at her. He had a good feeling that she would take him up on his offer; if not, then he would leave her here—but not before he had sex with her.

It would be good for her to understand what would happen to her in a place like this. He rechecked his watch; she had two minutes left to decide.