Page 35 of Ruthless Lullaby

But the evening is not over yet. More music comes through the speakers, meaning I have more singing to do. And more stripping. By the time I get to the end of my set, my bra and my panties lie dormant on top of the pile of clothes next to me.

My body is completely exposed, on a tawdry display for the entertainment of a bunch of drunken misogynistic pigs. And theworst of them all is my boss. Excuse me,ex-boss.He’s the reason I ended up in this humiliating situation, the reason I’m standing naked in front of dozens of drooling men. And worst of all, he’s also the reason why I’m drenched… down there.

Really, Mindy?

How is this even possible?

How does he have this effect on you, even now?

How??

Unfortunately, the solution to how Maron Korolev manages to arouse me just with his sheer presence remains a mystery. I don’t get time to dwell on it. Even though my set for the night is almost finished, the degrading hoots and hollers continue. A few of the guests begin crudely propositioning me right from their seats.

"Heysuka, how about you come keep my company later?" One leers, flashing a wad of cash. "I'll make it worthwhile!"

"Poshel na khuy, mudak, she needs a real man like me!" says another. "Name your price, gorgeous."

"Don't be shy, we'll show you a good time!"

I try to ignore the drunken noise. "Gentlemen, it's time for the final song," I say softly into the microphone as I begin to wrap things up. Even with the song’s relatively short length, it feels like an eternity standing exposed in front of them. "Thank you, gentlemen," I whisper into the mic when the song comes to an end. "I hope you all had a good time." With a bow, I watch as the curtain slowly closes, whisking me away from their prying eyes.

Scooping up my clothes as quickly as I can, I storm off stage without a word or a backward glance. Let them holler and grab at the air - I'm done.

Kevin appears with a pink robe in his hands. "Well done, Mindy, you nailed it! I know this wasn't easy, " he says as he hands me the robe. "Here," he says, "put this on."

Tears of humiliation begin to stream down my face as I quickly slide into the pink robe. I've never been so happy to have a piece of clothing covering me up.Anypiece of clothing. Yet, the image of Maron Korolev's cruel smirk is burning in my mind. How could I have been so naive to this vulgar underbelly?And how is it that the last person I wanted to see tonight was one of the VIP guests, sitting in the front row?

And the million-dollar question: why the hell does my body crave him? Even now?

I mumble a quick "thanks" to Kevin, though I'm feeling annoyed with him. It's not worth bringing up how he should have communicated the expectations from the start. What's done is done. I should have seen it coming anyway. Right now, what I really want is to be left alone, or perhaps disappear completely without a trace.

"Mindy," Kevin says, "There’s a gentleman who wants to meet you privately."

"Tell them I'm not interested," I respond irritably, still trembling from the shock. "I've had enough of this bullshit.”

"Thank you for your work, Kevin," a deep, rumbling voice interjects. "I’ll take it from here.”

Shit.

I know that voice.

Double shit.

I spin around, just to come face to face with the towering figure of the last man I want to see right now. Or ever.

Maron Korolev.

Chapter Fifteen

Maron

"Follow me, Miss Williams," I command Mindy brusquely.

My cock is rock-hard, seeing her perky tits through that pink robe. I know she's not wearing anything underneath.She stands before me looking flushed, her clothes clutched tightly in a bundle in her hands.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

My dick throbs and my mouth waters at the thought of tasting the sweetness between her legs. I've spent countless nights jerking off to her nudes and her video, and now, now that she's right here in front of me, all I can think about is experiencing the real thing. The desire to taste her, tease her, and then fuck her until she screams like she does in that video consumes my every thought.

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