Chapter 21
L ouisa
The Velvet Crown Social Club was in the heart of downtown, a stately old building that looked out of place among the many modern ones around it.
The limousine glided to a stop at the curb, its tinted windows concealing me from the outside world.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I smoothed the pleated plaid skirt over my thighs for the twentieth time.
The white blouse Jax had chosen felt too tight across my chest, the top three buttons undone to reveal just a hint of cleavage.
My hair had been styled in two loose pigtails that made me look even younger than my nineteen years.
“Remember,” Jax said, his voice low as the driver opened his door, “you belong to me, but tonight you’ll do exactly as Oscar and Viktor tell you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, my fingers unconsciously tracing the outline of my collar beneath the white blouse.
Rudy exited first, scanning the area before nodding to Mateo, who followed. Then Jax stepped out, turning to extend his hand to me. I took it, my own trembling slightly as I emerged into the cool evening air.
The club looked imposing from the outside—all old stone and discreet brass fixtures, with no sign announcing its presence. Just a small crown emblem above the heavy wooden door. A uniformed doorman nodded respectfully to Jax, then pressed a button hidden beneath his podium.
Instead of entering through the front, we were led around to a side entrance where another suited man waited beside an elevator. He pressed his palm to a scanner, then gestured for us to enter.
“Parking level,” Jax instructed as the doors closed.
The elevator descended smoothly. I stood between Jax and Rudy, their imposing presences on either side making me feel small and protected, even as my anxiety spiraled at the thought of what awaited me. My fingers found the hem of my skirt again, fidgeting with the fabric.
“Stop fidgeting,” Jax murmured, his hand closing over mine. “Remember who you are tonight.”
The elevator doors opened to reveal an underground parking garage—spotless concrete, expensive cars gleaming under harsh fluorescent lights.
And waiting for us, standing in a loose semicircle near several black SUVs, were Oscar and Viktor, each flanked by two enormous men who I immediately recognized as their bodyguards.
My stomach clenched at the sight of them. Oscar in his immaculate suit, his dark eyes gleaming with anticipation. Viktor, taller and broader, studying me with that calculating gaze that made me feel like he was cataloging my every weakness.
“Jax,” Oscar called, stepping forward with his arm outstretched. “Right on time.”
The men exchanged handshakes, the formality of the gesture at odds with what I knew would follow. Viktor’s pale eyes never left me, his gaze traveling slowly up and down my body in a way that made me shiver.
“And Little Lulu,” Oscar continued, turning to me with a predatory smile. “Come here, little one,” he beckoned, his finger curling in a summoning gesture that made my throat go dry.
I glanced up at Jax, who gave me a nearly imperceptible nod. With my heart hammering against my ribs, I stepped forward, forcing myself to take the small, demure steps I felt sure would make me look bashful.
“Such a pretty little thing,” Oscar murmured, reaching out to cup my chin. His fingers were surprisingly soft, his touch gentle as he tilted my face up to his. “Are you ready to be a good girl for us tonight?”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, the words catching in my throat.
“I think you should call me Uncle Oscar,” he said, his thumb brushing across my lower lip. “Don’t you agree, Jax?”
“Whatever pleases you,” Jax replied smoothly. “Little Lulu has been thoroughly trained to accommodate your preferences.”
Viktor stepped forward then, his massive frame blocking the harsh overhead lights.
“And I will be Uncle Viktor,” he said, his accent thicker than I remembered.
Without waiting for permission, his hand moved to my waist, then slid down to cup my bottom through the thin fabric of my skirt.
I couldn’t suppress a small gasp as his fingers dug into the flesh still tender from yesterday’s whipping.
“So needy,” Viktor noted with approval. “You have trained her well, Jax.”
“She still has much to learn,” Jax said. “But she’s eager to please.”
Oscar’s hand moved to my hair, stroking one of my pigtails almost tenderly.
“Perhaps we should see just how eager,” he suggested, his other hand moving to the buttons of my blouse.
I stood frozen as he undid another button, exposing more of my chest to the cool air of the garage.
“Show us what’s under this pretty blouse, little girl. ”
My fingers trembled as I reached for the remaining buttons. I worked them open slowly, allowing the blouse to fall open and reveal the lacy white training bra Jax had chosen for tonight. It was barely more than two triangles of sheer fabric, my nipples clearly visible through the delicate lace.
“Beautiful,” Oscar murmured, his fingertips tracing the edge of the bra. “But I think we need to inspect further, don’t you, Viktor?”
The Russian nodded, his pale eyes gleaming with hunger. “Yes. Show us what’s under your skirt, Little Lulu.”
I swallowed hard, my hands moving to the waistband of my plaid skirt.
With a quick glance at Jax for reassurance, I reached down to gather up the hem and raise the fabric above my waist. I stood before them in that humiliating pose, displaying my special panties with their secret pearl button closure in the back.
“Turn around,” Viktor instructed, making a circular motion with his finger. “Slowly.”
I turned slowly, my face burning with shame as I displayed myself to the men.
I knew what they were seeing—the frilly white panties that looked so innocent from the front, but held that forbidden secret in the back: the pearl button closure that only Daddy could open. Only Daddy was supposed to open.
“Ah,” Oscar breathed, his finger tracing the button through the thin fabric. “Your special panties. I remember them well. Such a clever design.”
Viktor chuckled, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest. “Little girls who wear such panties must be very obedient, yes? Otherwise, they cannot use the bathroom without permission.”
I nodded, keeping my eyes downcast as I’d been trained. “Yes, Uncle Viktor.”
“Let’s test this obedience,” Oscar said, his hand moving to my bottom, squeezing one cheek hard enough to make me gasp again. “Bend over and touch your toes, Little Lulu.”
My heart hammered against my ribs as I obeyed, folding at the waist until my fingertips brushed the polished concrete floor. The position made my bottom thrust out obscenely, the pearl button doubtless clearly visible against the frilled white fabric.
“Perfect,” Oscar murmured, his fingers tracing the outline of my panties. “You’ve given us something very special, Jax.”
“As I said, she’s still learning,” Jax replied from somewhere behind me. “But she understands what happens to bad girls who disobey.”
“And what happens to them?” Viktor asked, his accent thickening with obvious arousal.
“They get their bottoms whipped before they get fucked,” I answered automatically, the words tumbling from my lips before I could stop them.
A moment of silence followed my outburst, then Oscar laughed—a rich, appreciative sound that echoed in the concrete garage. “She knows her place,” he said with approval. “Stand up, little one.”
I straightened, my face burning with humiliation as I tugged my skirt back down. Jax moved to stand beside me, his hand coming to rest possessively on the back of my neck.
“The distributors and dealers are waiting upstairs,” Oscar said, his eyes still lingering on my body. “They’re quite excited for the… entertainment to arrive.”
“Entertainment?” I whispered, looking up at Jax uncertainly.
Before he could answer, the sound of an engine echoed through the garage. We all turned to see a white school bus pulling in, the words ‘Selecta Corrections’ painted on its side in bold red letters.
“Ah,” Jax said with satisfaction. “Right on schedule.”
The bus came to a stop near our group, its doors hissing open. A tall man in a crisp blue uniform stepped out, his posture military straight. He had short gray hair and a weathered face that I thought must have seen too much to be surprised by anything.
“Daddy Pete,” Jax called out, stepping forward to shake the man’s hand. “Thank you for your punctuality.”
The uniformed man nodded respectfully. “Mr. Walton. Always a pleasure.”
“Oscar, Viktor,” Jax said, gesturing to the newcomer, “I’d like you to meet Daddy Pete, warden of the city’s Selecta Corrections Bad Girls Facility.”
The men exchanged handshakes, their expressions calculating as they sized each other up.
“Thank you for this opportunity to supplement my salary,” Daddy Pete said with a thin smile. “Times are hard, even for those of us in corrections.”
Jax reached into his jacket and pulled out a thick envelope, passing it to the warden. “As agreed. Twelve girls, all properly prepared.”
My stomach twisted as I realized what was happening. Daddy Pete turned back to the bus and clapped his hands twice. “All right, ladies! Line up, now!”
One by one, young women filed out of the bus, each dressed in a uniform similar to mine—white blouses, plaid skirts, knee socks.
Their expressions ranged from terrified to resigned as they formed a line in front of us.
I counted twelve of them, each wearing a collar identical to mine, though the tags on theirs all read Selecta BGF .
“These are all participants in our Bad Girls Program,” Daddy Pete explained to Oscar and Viktor. “Nonviolent offenders who have shown a particular aptitude for rehabilitation through submission.”
I stared at the girls, a chill running through me as I recognized the look in their eyes.
It was the same look I’d seen in my own reflection these past days—the confusion, the shame, and underneath it all, the unwanted arousal.
These girls, like me, had been caught in Selecta’s web, taught to stop running from their forbidden submissive needs.
“They will do exactly as you gentlemen say,” Daddy Pete continued, addressing the girls now. “Won’t you, girls?”
“Yes, Daddy Pete,” they chorused, their voices imbued to my ears with reluctant submission.
Oscar and Viktor exchanged pleased glances. “Excellent,” Oscar said. “Shall we proceed upstairs?”
Jax turned to the bodyguards—Rudy, Mateo, and the four men who had accompanied Oscar and Viktor. “With your employers’ permission, gentlemen, please escort these lovely ladies to the main hall. Make sure they’re properly secured over the benches.”
The bodyguards nodded, moving forward to herd the girls toward a service elevator. I watched them go, my heart pounding for them even as my own fate loomed before me.
“Little Lulu will come with us,” Jax said, his hand returning to the back of my neck. “I believe Oscar and Viktor have been looking forward to her company.”
We entered a different elevator, this one paneled in rich mahogany with brass fixtures.
As the doors closed, I found myself sandwiched between Oscar and Viktor, their bodies pressing against mine from both sides.
Oscar’s hands moved to my breasts, his fingers slipping inside my open blouse to cup them through the thin lace of my training bra.
At the same time, Viktor’s hand slid under my skirt, his thick fingers probing between my legs.
“So wet already,” he murmured, his accent thickening with arousal. “Such a needy little girl.”
I caught Jax’s eye over Oscar’s shoulder. He gave me an almost imperceptible nod, and I remembered my role. I had to make them believe I wanted this. I had to be the perfect bad girl.
“Please,” I whispered, pushing my hips against Viktor’s invasive fingers. “Please touch me more, Uncle Viktor.”
Oscar chuckled, pinching my nipple hard enough to make me gasp. “She begs so prettily, doesn’t she?”
The elevator doors opened to reveal a corridor lined with rich burgundy carpet. Jax led the way, followed by Oscar and Viktor who flanked me closely, their hands never leaving my body. We approached a set of ornate double doors, behind which I could hear the murmur of many male voices.
“Ready, Little Lulu?” Jax asked, his hand on the door handle.
I nodded, steeling myself for what was to come. “Yes, Daddy.”
The doors swung open to reveal a splendid hall that took my breath away.
Crystal chandeliers hung from a vaulted ceiling, casting warm light over polished wood floors and elegant furnishings.
Around the perimeter stood twelve padded benches, and strapped over each bench was one of the girls from the bus, their skirts flipped up to reveal their naked bottoms.
Thirty or forty men milled about the room, drinks in hand, their attention immediately shifting to our entrance.
Some were already stroking themselves through their pants; others had their cocks out, hard and ready.
I recognized several of them from Charlie’s operation—these were the distributors, the dealers, the men who kept the poison flowing through our city’s veins.
Oscar’s hand slid between my legs, cupping me through my special panties. “Look at them,” he murmured in my ear. “All waiting for a turn with you and the other bad girls.”
I felt myself grow shamefully wet at his words, at the obscene spectacle before me. The twelve girls squirmed helplessly in their restraints as the bodyguards made final adjustments, ensuring they were perfectly positioned for use.
Jax moved to a small stage at one end of the room, where a microphone stood waiting. He beckoned me to join him, and I walked on shaky legs to his side, aware of every eye in the room following my movements.
“Gentlemen,” Jax’s voice boomed through the speakers, commanding immediate attention. “Thank you for joining us tonight. As promised, we’ve arranged some special entertainment for you all.”