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and pushed at him to let me go. "She

curried away from them with Abigail gingerly following behind. I didn't bother to lo

e club. Please and pleasure club was my life, I'd been working here for a ye

" She brought her right hand to her chi

ged. "Let's get the

n the dance hall. When we got close to the exit hall,

rush?" Nick asked as he walked towar

s, we need to go home," I mutte

h things go smoothly for me here in the club, at home, he beats me every single time. Last n

th a stupid pout on his face as he brought his filth

ncing on Wednesdays," This was definitely going to b

work, he warned me never to go by first name basis when at work. I lived

houlder as he brought it to h

aight as a dancing pole. Fear was evident on

and slumped his arms on our shoulders. "Change of rules. Abigail, you are attending t

is wouldn'

bigail said as she turned around for

lly picked a skimpy dress for me to wear. I had no idea w

tered as I struggled with the zipper of her cors

swiftly. "What's still keeping you from running?

ror section and started working on my fake hair. "I

tunity he gets, how long are you going to keep enduring? Are you goi

start sourcing from the bottom again. And I have my sister's tuition to cover. I can't j

ll get better and everything will be sorted out soon. Come on, let's finish

door opened and Nick rushed in. "What'

hed and were abo

ll, head out

s he moved slowly to me. His hands trailed around my neck and suddenly, I felt a grip on it.

st. Nick already got ho

I choked out. "I-I alr

almost ran out of breath. "I've been giving you too many favors these days. You deserve a lit

oughs to breathe. "I'm sorry," I said in a whis

th you. For now, come with me,

the stairs up. This part of Please and Pleasure Night Club was where the main fun happened: Oral sex, BDSM, threesomes, and even torture sex. My breath hicked at the sight of these activities. At least, N

to me and gave me a stern look. "Play nice, or else you're staying for

ettle my gaze by fluttering my eyes many times, I had been in this o

d towards the huge office table, allowing me to

e his eyes. What I could see of him was more than enough. His shoulders were broad, and his b

t the lines on his suit appeared to be. The perfectly shaped white triangles of his dress shirt hung loosely around his throat. While I couldn't see his eyes, I could see th

nd me... those men who came to me earlier. I

ry hot