Page 114 of Fighting the Odds

“Well, come on, don’t be shy. I don’t bite.” He winks and laughs like he’s a fucking comedian.

“Come on, Lilac, let’s dance. Do you have music for us?” she asks as she steps closer to him, running her polished, manicured nail down his chest.

“I do.” He walks over to the bar and picks up a remote, clicking a button. The room immediately fills with that song by Jack Harlow.

My eyes glance around, finally taking in my surroundings. It’s well lit, with a plush semi circular couch by the bar where Arizona and Mr. Johnson are currently standing. In the middle of the room are two stripper poles and black carpet covers the floor.

I tilt my head slightly, looking at the ceiling for any visible cameras. I don’t see any, but I wouldn’t know what a camouflaged one would look like anyway.

Arizona’s laugh catches my attention as she glides past me to one of the poles and begins to spin. She’s not doing any of the tricks I saw her perform, just basic moves.

Knowing I need to put on a show so he doesn’t get suspicious, I start swaying my hips to the music as I make my way toward the other pole. Tuning everything out, I pretend like I’m performing in the club. It’s the only way I’m going to make it through this.

I notice movement out of the corner of my eye as he picks up three glasses and moves toward the couch. Placing the drinks on the table, he sits down on the couch and spreads his arms along the back, watching us.

We continue dancing, rotating around the pole until the song ends. Arizona moves behind me, pulling my hair back, and presses her lips to my neck.

“We’re going to go over to the couch and sit beside him. You’re going to be okay. We just have to keep this going for a while,” she pauses. “Oh, and moan, like you’re enjoying this.”

I toss my head back and close my eyes, moaning like she asked. His groan reaches my ears and I know he’s falling for it.

“The guys just need to get more feed. They’re trying to see if anyone logs in, but their eyes are on us. We gotta drink what’s in those glasses.”

She pulls away, gripping my hand and leading me over to him.

“Thirsty ladies?” He picks up the glasses and hands them to us.

Arizona takes one from him, and I follow suit. She winks and slightly nods when he isn’t looking.

As much as I’m going to regret this, I know I have to do it.

“Cheers ladies, to a night we’ll never forget.” He lets out a sinister laugh as he lifts his drink to his lips.

Arizona drinks hers, and I lift the glass to my lips. It’s only half full. I can take it slow or drink it down.

I choose to just get it over with. I’d rather be dancing on the pole than over here near him.

He places his hand on my bare thigh, squeezing it so tightly it’s almost painful, before moving higher toward my pussy.

“You drank that like a pro, dollface. How about you take some of those clothes off?”

I swallow.

At that moment, a song with a banging beat comes on and Arizona jumps up and saunters over to the pole, leaving me standing there.

I jump when his hand lands on my ass, hitting it so hard I almost fall over. “Want to sit on my lap and enjoy the show, Lilac?” He thrusts his crotch in the air, and I try not to gag when I see the bulge.

“You paid for a show. Let me give you one first,” I coo, before heading over to where Arizona is dancing.

For some reason, I thought the drink was laced, but I feel fine. Maybe he truly just wants us to dance for him and nothing else. Was what he did to me a one-time thing?

I move around the pole, gripping it with my leg as I spin.

“The two of you have too many clothes on. Take some off!” he shouts, and I tense.

There’s not much to my outfit. My eyes drift over to Arizona and I see her removing the skirt, leaving her in just a G-string.

Taking a breath, I reach down and remove mine. Hating that he’s seeing this much exposed skin. But then he’s seen it before. At the club when I’d see him moving and on the night he violated me, taking my innocence. Something that wasn’t his, or anyone’s, to take without my consent.

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