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The downside to the job was every few minutes a guy tried to touch my ass or leered my way, and I fought through it all with the hope that I’d make enough to cover the difference in my new rent price. As I neared the two-hundred and twenty mark, I breathed easier.Only thirty left until I’ll have enough. Thankfully, I’d managed to avoid the worst of the clients, but in the last stretch of my shift, my good luck came to an end.
“Hey, sexy,” a man slurred, his eyes half-lidded as he slumped against the small table in front of him.
“What can I get you?” I asked, standing far enough away so he couldn’t reach me while raising my voice so he could hear.
“Areyouon the menu? ‘Cause I could use a tight pussy tonight.”
I was totally over this asshole, so I just stepped up to the table. “No.” I deadpanned. “Do you need another drink?”
“Psh, no,” he grumbled waving me off, his mood turning sour at my rejection. Biting my tongue, I’d curved around the table to move to a nearby booth in the corner when a palm slapped the curve of my ass. Jumping, I swatted his hand away. Adrenaline flooded me, my breath hitching as I saw the cocky grin on his face. Swallowing the retort lodged in my throat, I shuffled away, keeping my head up and continuing over to the bar, hoping some water would help calm my irritation.
“Mary! You’re good to head out for the night. Get changed and come to the office so I can pay you,” Mr. Grandlen hollered as I reached the darkened stretch of counter. Smacking the top of the bar, he turned and headed back in the direction of his office. I kept my pace controlled as I dropped my notepad and pen in the bin under the register, but all I wanted in that moment was to rush home, wash off the feeling of the drunk’s hand from my skin, and get some goddamn sleep.
The changing room was empty, the music muffled enough that I felt like I was able to take a deep breath for the first time since coming to the club. Working through the buttons on my top and the short zipper on the plaid skirt, my limbs grew sluggish as exhaustion pressed down on me. It was when I removed the uniform and I stood in my white bra and panties, I heard the door open.
At first, I didn’t think twice about it, but as soon as the lights flicked off, my heart started to race. It wasn’t pitch black, the glow from one of the vanities filling the space, and with the curtains and racks of clothing, it was difficult to maneuver.Maybe the lights are motion sensored?I questioned silently, moving little by little so I wouldn’t trip, but I stopped dead when a familiar slurring masculine voice sounded.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are.”
The racing of my heart turned to pounding, the ending of his statement nearly lost amongst the sharp thud in my ears. My chest constricted as I tried to find a way out from behind the curtain without the drunk noticing.
I peeked out of the back corner of the thick velvet curtain, searching for an exit as his cruel smile and hard blue eyes found mine between the edge of the fabric and the wall.
“Well, hello there, just who I was looking for.”
My eyes widened as he stumbled forward, shoving the curtain open. I didn’t wait for him to reach for me before kicking out, my foot clipping his leg and allowing me about a foot of free space to slide around his body. I bolted, or at least I tried to. A steel arm wrapped around my stomach, yanking me back. Surrounded by a wave of pungent stale alcohol and the stink of body odor, I gagged. The man turned, muscling me away from the door despite my attempts to loosen his vise-like grip.
“Let go, you stupid asshole!” I yelled. He squeezed me tighter as I tried to elbow him, but because of how intoxicated he was and the fact that he was so bulky in size, it didn’t seem like he could hear or feel my puny attempts to get away.
“You smell so sweet…” Lips touched my neck, and I shuddered in disgust, redoubling my efforts to get away. Revulsion rolled through me, nausea making my stomach clench and my skin feel as if it was electrified. “Shhh.” The man’s wide palm came up, covering my mouth as I parted my lips to scream for help. “It’s okay, I got you. I got exactly what you need.”
I froze for a brief moment—as if I were unsure as to what I was feeling. An erection brushed against my ass, rubbing insistently.Fuck.
Fighting harder, my adrenaline gave me a boost of energy despite my exhaustion, but it seemed to be in vain. The man pushed me back into the changing room, shoving my face into the wall as his hands gripped my sides, digging into my skin so hard that it hurt. I released a breath and dropped my weight. As he released me, I slid to the floor and rolled onto my side. Glancing up, I reached for something—anything I could use as some sort of weapon—but there was nothing within my reach.
Before I could get onto my hands and knees to scramble away, the man’s face appeared, his leering gaze centering on me. Except his pupils were blown so wide they practically swallowed the color of his irises. This man wasn’t just drunk. He was on something. Something dangerous. His hand came down and reached for my neck, fingers squeezing roughly as he chuckled at my attempts to escape, his hips grinding against my front.
I gasped, a scream working up my throat, but nothing came out. Nothing at all.
