Page 11 of Thanatos' Craving

With haste, I pulled off the bright blonde wig I wore and the pins that secured it. I let my natural muted red curls fall down my back. I turned away from him, keeping myself mostlycovered. I stripped off my bra, grabbed the cut-off white collared tie shirt, and squeezed my breasts into the small area.

Seriously, why do men get off to this?

The short skirt that covered next to nothing went on next. It could barely go over the lacy cotton panties.

“Hurry,” the guard barked, irritated. I wasn’t giving him a full-frontal show which pissed him off. I saw in the mirror he was walking toward me.

I swiftly reached for the white stocking garter resting on the chair, its smooth texture catching my eye. With determination, I forcefully pressed my foot onto the padding of the chair and felt a satisfying thud. I leaned down, and delicately slid my toes into the garter, relishing the sensation of the silky fabric gliding up my leg. Meanwhile, I fixed my gaze on his sunglasses, wondering what hidden emotions they concealed.

I’d seen some of the other women try to seduce the guards to get them off their backs. It wouldn't surprise me if they occasionally performed oral sex on the guards to get them to leave them alone. I didn’t blame them for it; it was an act of survival. Not to get hit or pushed around.

I gave noservices. My life hasn’t been that terrible for me since I made some money for the club. But I would not give any services tonight, either. My thoughts were on Amanda and finding her.

The guard stopped in front of me, and I let my breasts jiggle in the tightly tied-up flimsy cloth holding them together.

“You’re being a bad girl tonight,” he mumbled.

I blew him a kiss and giggled. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s come over me.”

He hummed, his finger tracing my neck. “Make sure you behave yourself.” He took his once gentle finger on my cheek and grabbed my breast.

I tried not to wince at the rough, abrasive palm that was absent of the usual black-gloved hand. He gripped my breast tightly enough to bruise. I let out a whimper and slapped his face with my other hand. The unwanted touch sent a shrill of unease down my body. The slap wasn’t near enough to make me feel any better.

He barked out in laughter. “There is the red-headed fire I was looking for.” The guard huffed and stepped away. “Now get your shoes. You’re needed in the private dancing room. Think you can behave or does your left tit need to match your right?”

I grit my teeth together and I imagined ripping off his balls. But I nodded and put my shoes on quickly. “I’ll be good, Sir.”

“That’s my good girl.” He smacked my backside hard, making it echo in the room. “Be good and I’ll give you a special surprise when you return.”

No one has ever promised me anything before. “Like what?” I cooed mockingly.

“I don’t know, maybe some of this?” He grabbed the front of his crotch.

I glared, filled with contempt, turned away from him, and headed to the door and out of the dressing room.

That was probably the most personality I’ve seen out of the guards since I’ve been here. And it was disgusting.

Unfortunately, I was too small, too weak, to stand against him and his peers, but it didn’t mean I would not try. The guards let me roam free, not escorting me like the other girls. An advantage I plan to use tonight.

Instead of immediately entering the private room, I cautiously glanced into the bustling main area of the strip club. The room pulsated with the energy of drunken men, their ages skewed toward the older spectrum, their unwavering gazes fixated on the mesmerizing dancers gracefully twirling around the pole. The air was thick with a potent mixture of sweat, alcohol,and a hint of perfume. Amongst the crowd, a few younger men obediently trailed behind their superiors, captivated by the spectacle before them.

I scoffed.

I turned and opened the door that said Private, hoping to find Amanda. I didn’t have a plan at all.

I stepped inside, the sound of my heels echoing through the empty hallway. Rows of doors on either side of the hall came into my vision. As I walked, my footsteps barely made a sound as I walked slowly, the silence of the space enveloping me. I peered inside each office. The sight of empty rooms greeted me, with neatly arranged desks, computers, and supplies waiting idly. Continuing further down the hallway, the distant beat of music became faint, barely audible.

“That girl still crying?” a deep female’s voice of annoyance comes from the other side of one of the cracked office doors. I leaned up against the wall, calmed my breath, and tried not to be heard.

“Yes, she’s nearly wiped away all the make-up that was put on her.” A voice that had to come from one of the guards. They were all so similar in how they talked and sounded I could bet my life on it.

The female hissed curses under her breath in another language. “What am I supposed to auction off now? She can’t be a blubbering mess.”

With a resounding thud, hands forcefully collided with the wooden table, causing a thump to reverberate through the room. In their wake, a flurry of papers took flight, swirling through the air before gracefully descending onto the floor. The rustling sound of their descent filled the room, accompanied by the faint scent of ink and paper. Some of the stray papers found their way under the door, their smooth texture slipping effortlessly beneath the crack.

I didn’t dare pick them up, but I did my best to read the headings. It was just bills and requests. One customer named Andriel Demon and Simone Angel requested particular humans if they came into possession.

The hell? They take orders? For people?

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