Mated For Revenge

The huge woman's equally huge palm crashed on her left cheek in a loud and resounding slap. Diana felt her body being hurdled towards the wall, but it was her legs that caused her to move towards the wall. She needed to hold onto something, she needed support, or she would fall and crash on the floor.

She was certain the woman would step on her and bruise her face.

Madam Chardonnay never showed anyone mercy. Whenever she was pissed - even by the slightest things - she made sure she dealt with anyone who had wronged her.

And today, poor Diana had fallen into that trap. Diana plastered her palms on the wall and rested her right cheek on it. Tears burned at the corner of her eyes, but she would not let them flow. She refused to ever give anyone in the club the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

The woman stomped to where she stood and dragged her by the strap of her bra. Diana turned to look at her unwillingly, and the woman dished her another slap on her right cheek. This time, the slap was accompanied by saliva. Madam Chardonnay spat on Diana's face and flung her towards the table.

The edge of the wooden table stabbed her stomach and her head fell on the table's surface.

"You stupid, good for nothing, ungrateful bitch! How dare you, Diana?! How dare you?!" The woman stood behind her and clasped her hand around Diana's neck.

Diana struggled to open her eyes, but when she did, she allowed her tears to flow freely.

It was hard to keep them in when she felt excruciating pain all over her body.

"If I had not already spent so much money on your body, I'd have skinned you alive and fed the rest of your flesh to rogue wolves! What gave you the audacity to cross me in such a manner?! How dare you?! You had the guts to place your filthy hands on a client! The one who pays for the fucking food you fucking eat! Huh?!"

But he deserved it, Diana thought.

All she had been asked to do was give him a private dance.

Her services never included sleeping with her clients.

She was only a stripper, not a prostitute, or a call girl.

But the man she had been assigned to had tried to grab her ass. When she refused and danced away from him, he pulled her to the chair and tried to force himself on her.

At that moment, Diana did not bother to think twice. She stretched her hand towards the table beside them and picked the first thing her hand touched; a glass of champagne.

She emptied the content on the man's head and hit the back of his head with the glass.

He screamed and fell off her. She hurried and tried to gather herself, but she was quickly carried by Madam Chardonnay's men, and the client had reported her for assault.

However, he did not include the part he had tried to rape her.

Even if he did, Madam Chardonnay wouldn't have been on her side.

The woman did not care about any of the girls that worked for her.

Madam Chardonnay was only ever worried about her business, and the money involved.

"Speak, you twart! Explain yourself!" Madam Chardonnay screamed as she let go of Diana's neck.

She coughed and tried to stand. When she did, she opened her eyes slowly, tilted her neck to the right and stared blankly at the woman.

"He tried to rape me." She cried.

"He groped my ass while I was dancing, but I didn't want him to do that. I tried to move away, but he…he grabbed me and pinned me to the chair. He was going to take advantage of me. I…I had to do something madam." She cried out, hoping to the moon goddess that the woman would somehow have a change of heart and reason with her.

Madam Chardonnay took in heavy breaths. Her round face contorted with rage, even the folds on her neck seemed enraged.

The woman corked her right brow as she gritted her teeth and stared at Diana.