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“Vanessa,” he says softly, “it’s easier to play along with Giulio’s whims. He generally gets his way, so you might as well take the path of least resistance.”
Tears have started streaming from Vanessa’s eyes, and Slayer leans in to lick them away, ignoring Damien completely. She whimpers, her hands balling up at her sides as she seems to finally realize she’s not getting out of this.
“I’ll s-strip,” she stammers out. “But I’m not… I’m not playing… that game. I can’t. I can’t.” She sounds even more terrified.
“God, she’s sexy,” Slayer says, letting out a groan. “Let her say no. I can strip her down for you. I’ll play bouncer with your reluctant new girl.”
I laugh and, after disposing of the trash on the coffee table, settle back down on the couch. “All right, bouncer man. Bring the new girl to meet the boss. We’ve got a nice, sturdy platform for her here.” I grin at her terrified eyes. “Better make it a damn good show. Who knows where the boss’s whims might take him otherwise?”
3
VANESSA
I’m on the verge of breaking down, and all that’s keeping me from collapsing is Slayer’s big hands on me as he presses me against the wall with his body. He licks away my tears as fast as they fall, and it’s even more horrifying when I can feel the hard press of what has to be his cock against me.
I look at Damien, desperate for a reprieve. “Please,” I whimper. “Please don’t let them do this.”
He shakes his head. “Shh, there’s no need to be afraid. Giulio’s in a good mood.” He strokes my hair again, and if he’s trying to be reassuring, he’s failing spectacularly.
“Let’s get this started,” Slayer says. He pulls me closer to him, away from Damien, and I stumble, falling right into those too-muscular arms. “You said you’d strip for us, so you’re gonna strip. Come on.” He pulls me forward until my knees hit the coffee table. “Get up there. We want a good view of you.”
“It’s sturdy,” Damien says, as thoughthat’sany more reassuring than anything else he’s said. “You’ll be safe.”
Slayer shoots him a dirty look, but he offers me a hand.
I’m shaking so hard I can barely even move, and I can’t stop crying. But I gather up my bridesmaid’s dress and climb onto the coffee table. I teeter precariously, but Slayer’s hand at my back keeps me upright.
When he lets go, I almost fall. I catch myself, and I look pleadingly at Giulio, begging him wordlessly not to do this to me.
“So, Vanessa, is it?” Giulio asks, like he doesn’t already know the answer. “My assistant manager here,” he points to Damien, “says you begged him to let you audition. I don’t normally allow girls to come in off the streets, but he said to give you a chance. So tell me why I should bother with a newbie like you.”
I can’t play this game. I can’t pretend I want to be here. I can’t do this.
I sob, bringing my hand up to my face. “Please don’t,” I whisper.
Giulio sighs loudly. “Okay, see, I thought I was pretty clear in my threats earlier. Outside, naked? I just… hateboringpeople, y’know? My old man, he was pretty boring. Clarissa was boring as fuck. And now you’re starting to sound a littleboring.”
But Iamboring. I don’t party hard and play games with dangerous men. I don’t know if he’ll really follow through on his threat to toss me out, but I saw the neighborhood as we entered it. This is not a good place to be, let alone naked.
“Come on,” Slayer says impatiently from behind me, cupping my ass through the dress. “Just do what he wants, and we can get to the good part.”
I don’t want to get to the “good part.” I don’t want any of this. I just want to collapse and cry.
I reach behind myself with shaking hands and catch the zipper of my dress, starting to pull it down. I can’t bring myself to play along and speak, but they want me naked more than anything else. I can do that, at least.
Except Giulio scoffs loudly. “Oh, come on. Do you seriously have no imagination?” He turns to look at Damien. “What’s a chick need to get pregnant? Just cum and food? If she’s gonna be like this all the time, we might as well just tie her down and keep her locked up until she pops a baby out.”
The idea of being locked in a room, repeatedly used by the men until I get pregnant, is even more terrifying than the prospect of what they’re doing now. I’d been going stir crazy in my room at home when Emilio Pavone hadn’t let me leave, and I hadn’t even been forced to stay in there that long. I wouldn’t be able to handlemonthsin a locked room by myself.
“P-please,” I say, my voice nothing more than a ragged whisper. “I need… I need a job.” I nearly choke on my sob.
“Go on,” Damien coaxes. “Tell him exactly what you told me. About how your family kicked you out, and how hard it’s been on the streets.”
I blink through tear-filled eyes, confused at first, until I realize that Damien is feeding me ideas on how to play this, on how to appease Giulio.
Slayer snorts, his hand still firmly on my ass, but he doesn’t interrupt.
“I… I…” I stammer, looking down at my feet instead of at Giulio and Damien. This is the lesser of two evils. I have to do this. “M-my family… kicked me out,” I repeat. “Because… because I’m a… I’m a slut. And I’m trying… trying to survive, on the streets, but it’s hard, and I…” I try to blink back my tears. “Please take me in. Sir.”
