Sierra
Chapter fifty-two
Ryker steps into the room first.
“It’s about time. You should’ve been here ten minutes ago. Rico assured me you would be prompt.” Mr. Johnson’s voice has the hair on my arm standing on end.
“We ran into traffic. If you want, we can leave and you can schedule for another day, man.” Ryker’s voice is cold and flat.
“Why the fuck would I do that? Especially since I already paid. I’m getting extra time. Where’s Lilac?”
I take a deep breath, then step into the room. It takes everything in me to put on a fake smile and turn on the charm.
“I’m right here, even brought a friend. Blue, want to come join me?” Arizona steps into the room, pressing her body against mine as she lets her finger trail down my arm.
“I’d love to,” she purrs.
“Then come on ladies, it’s time to party. I have drinks for us.” He gestures toward the table and an uneasiness takes over. “The two of you can wait outside.”
“Our orders are to stay with the girls,” Ryker speaks up, stepping forward in front of us.
“You can wait in the hallway. I paid for a private party with the ladies, which means it’s just us. So in the hallway now.” Ryker doesn’t falter in his stance and relief washes over me until Colin steps up and whispers in his ear.
“We’ll be outside if you need us, ladies. Two hours is the time you paid for, and not a minute more.” Ryker turns and storms from the room.
Colin steps closer with a reassuring smile before he walks out of the room and shuts the door, leaving us alone with him.
“Well, come on, don’t be shy. I don’t bite.” He winks and laughs like he’s a fucking comedian.
“Come on, Lilac, let’s dance. Do you have music for us?” she asks as she steps closer to him, running her polished, manicured nail down his chest.
“I do.” He walks over to the bar and picks up a remote, clicking a button. The room immediately fills with that song by Jack Harlow.
My eyes glance around, finally taking in my surroundings. It’s well lit, with a plush semi circular couch by the bar where Arizona and Mr. Johnson are currently standing. In the middle of the room are two stripper poles and black carpet covers the floor.
I tilt my head slightly, looking at the ceiling for any visible cameras. I don’t see any, but I wouldn’t know what a camouflaged one would look like anyway.
Arizona’s laugh catches my attention as she glides past me to one of the poles and begins to spin. She’s not doing any of the tricks I saw her perform, just basic moves.
Knowing I need to put on a show so he doesn’t get suspicious, I start swaying my hips to the music as I make my way toward the other pole. Tuning everything out, I pretend like I’m performing in the club. It’s the only way I’m going to make it through this.
I notice movement out of the corner of my eye as he picks up three glasses and moves toward the couch. Placing the drinks on the table, he sits down on the couch and spreads his arms along the back, watching us.
We continue dancing, rotating around the pole until the song ends. Arizona moves behind me, pulling my hair back, and presses her lips to my neck.
“We’re going to go over to the couch and sit beside him. You’re going to be okay. We just have to keep this going for a while,” she pauses. “Oh, and moan, like you’re enjoying this.”
I toss my head back and close my eyes, moaning like she asked. His groan reaches my ears and I know he’s falling for it.
“The guys just need to get more feed. They’re trying to see if anyone logs in, but their eyes are on us. We gotta drink what’s in those glasses.”
She pulls away, gripping my hand and leading me over to him.
“Thirsty ladies?” He picks up the glasses and hands them to us.
Arizona takes one from him, and I follow suit. She winks and slightly nods when he isn’t looking.
As much as I’m going to regret this, I know I have to do it.
“Cheers ladies, to a night we’ll never forget.” He lets out a sinister laugh as he lifts his drink to his lips.
Arizona drinks hers, and I lift the glass to my lips. It’s only half full. I can take it slow or drink it down.
I choose to just get it over with. I’d rather be dancing on the pole than over here near him.
He places his hand on my bare thigh, squeezing it so tightly it’s almost painful, before moving higher toward my pussy.
“You drank that like a pro, dollface. How about you take some of those clothes off?”
I swallow.
At that moment, a song with a banging beat comes on and Arizona jumps up and saunters over to the pole, leaving me standing there.
I jump when his hand lands on my ass, hitting it so hard I almost fall over. “Want to sit on my lap and enjoy the show, Lilac?” He thrusts his crotch in the air, and I try not to gag when I see the bulge.
“You paid for a show. Let me give you one first,” I coo, before heading over to where Arizona is dancing.
For some reason, I thought the drink was laced, but I feel fine. Maybe he truly just wants us to dance for him and nothing else. Was what he did to me a one-time thing?
I move around the pole, gripping it with my leg as I spin.
“The two of you have too many clothes on. Take some off!” he shouts, and I tense.
There’s not much to my outfit. My eyes drift over to Arizona and I see her removing the skirt, leaving her in just a G-string.
Taking a breath, I reach down and remove mine. Hating that he’s seeing this much exposed skin. But then he’s seen it before. At the club when I’d see him moving and on the night he violated me, taking my innocence. Something that wasn’t his, or anyone’s, to take without my consent.
That thought reminds me of why I’m doing this and gives me strength.
Malcolm Johnson is going to pay for what he did to me.
Another song comes on and we continue to dance, grinding against each other and the pole, putting on a show he will never forget. When the song ends, he calls us over, handing us both another glass of alcohol.
I’m starting to feel the effects of the first drink since I have such a low tolerance. I’ve never been one to drink a lot of alcohol. I’ve seen my aunt, and I never want to turn into an alcoholic. But I take it from him and lift it to my lips, planning to only take a sip.
He has other plans. Mr. Johnson holds it there until every drop is gone before letting go. He then turns to do the same to Arizona, but she catches on and empties the glass.
“Blue, why don’t you go dance some more? Me and Lilac want to watch you.” She hesitates for a moment, but then does as he says.
Suddenly, I’m alone with him. Arizona glances over her shoulder as she makes her way across the room to the pole.
I go to get up, but he grips my leg so tightly I can feel his fingernails digging into my skin. “Where do you think you’re going, Lilac? You’re staying with me.”
He takes hold of my hand and places it on his crotch. The feel of his hard cock makes me want to puke. “You see what you do to me, baby? This is all for you. I don’t care about that other skank. She’s not you. It should’ve been just me and you, but in a few minutes, it’ll be that way.”
He leans forward, picking up another glass sitting on the table. How did I miss that?
“Drink!” he orders.
“I’m good,” I tell him as I try to pull my hand away from his dick, but he holds me still.
“I said to fucking drink it!”
“Okay,” I whimper as I take the glass with my free hand and take a small sip.
“All of it, or should I pour it down your throat?”
My hands shake as I drink the rest of the liquid. Leaning forward to set the empty glass down, I look at Arizona, who’s stumbling as she moves around the pole.
Something’s wrong. Why haven’t they come in to save us?
He pulls me closer, his hand cupping my crotch, and I try to pull away.
“Stop,” I cry, but it doesn’t come out right.
The room begins to spin and my arms feel heavy.
“That’s it baby, let it take over, then Daddy will give you the fuck you’ve been dying to have. We’re going to let everyone see your grade A stripper pussy.”
He pushes me down on the couch, and my head falls to the side as my back hits the cushion. I try to fight him, but I can’t lift my arms.
He drugged me—again.
Fuck! Arizona!
My eyes shoot over to the pole just as she collapses to the floor.
This is my fault.
Something had to have happened. Bash would never let this happen to her.
The room spins faster and my vision blurs. I try to speak, but my lips don’t want to work.
It’s going to happen again.
Just as everything goes dark, I hear a loud bang.