Chapter 3 HARD TO HANDLE

Christina felt sick inside of her when the man she was dancing with right above the heads of everyone in the club, gripped her by the ass and firmly tugged on the robust edges of her left nipple with his left palm after wrapping his muscle arm around the sensitive part of her body from behind which clearly showed his lustful intentions.

She was sure it was sheerly out of bad luck that the man shameless unbuttoned his shirt in public without touching his black trousers while his hairy chest was left wide open and courageously climbed the podium with the obvious intent of flirting with her under the pretext of having fun dancing with the nubile striper who had voluptuously allured him with her skimpy provocative outfit right inside the ongoing night party inside the club. She realized how desperately she regretted her decision of not refusing him when he came to her. It was part of her work as a striper and she knew he had taken advantage of her own weakness of sticking to the rules of being a striper when he willfully approached her with one single intent which was to render her helpless in his palms.

As expected of other men and onlookers watching her dancing with the pervert, they were ironically thrilled to watch the man continue with his perverse flirting unopposed and felt even more entertained and ecstatic rather than disgust to watch the man molest her in a public gathering. Countless strokes of his rough fingers trying to dig their way into the barest part in between her thighs and his prolonged harsh kisses on the left side of her nape accompanied by hardness of his loin rocking her bottom rhythmically at each rhythmical beats of the music as their bodies collided to create what looked like to the few people watching, a public rocking dance between two genders with dissimilar reproductive organs, was something she hated with her being but she did not protested nor did she yell for help from anyone watching her anguish. Instead, she forcefully endured the pain she felt inside and swallowed a lot of her pride as a woman to go with the dance she found contemptuously disgusting. Despite knowing well that the guest would willingly turn a blind eye and ignorantly do nothing except to stare at them, she did not complain nor did she attempt to stop the man from carrying out his malicious intentions.

Christina was not sure how long he was going to keep on embracing her tightly enough for her to almost feel the hardness beneath his pants roughly tugging against her bottom and helplessly felt a deeper disgust when his hands found her nipples once again but she was getting weary of his huge body almost overpowering hers completely. The insides of her wanted to stop him but she knew he had the upper hand not to mention that the man making her feel extremely uncomfortable was a man in his late sixties. She was already aware that the man dancing with her was a lot older than most of the young men she had earlier seen seated next to him when he abandoned his seat to put on a disgusting show before the guests in the noisy hall the first time she saw his face and the very first time she felt the roughness of his crisp skin rubbing against the smoothness of her skin particularly the gruesome stimulation she felt from the hairs on his chest which kept soiling her scapular with his sweat.

There was hotness around her particularly the air which suddenly became too thin for her to respire freely. She could barely breath freely with the man forcing himself on her and Christina was about noticing that the man had no intention of ending their entanglement after over a half hour had passed ever since he came to meet her started to feel sweaty not to mention that his tireless kisses on her nape started leaving behind a bad breath which almost choked her to death when she accidentally inhaled much of the foul air into her lungs though it was obviously inevitable that she would have to smell the foul stench of sweat emanating from the man old enough to be her father since she was stuck in his arms and barely had enough room to escape.

Again, his rough hands tugged hard on her boobs twice before she could do nothing but dance in his fingers. Then a victimizing lasting grip on the robust end of her boobs got her furious and she angrily broke away from him even before the man could squeeze on the soft part of her boob any further. Christina left him bewildered and confused. Christina pushed him aside when he felt stung and climbed down from the podium to get away from the man who had gone past his limits. She was hurt and extremely dissatisfied with the embarrassment she had endured the best she could and wanted to head towards the private restroom reserved for only for the stripers who worked for the club prefect. Unwilling to be left standing in shame, the man went after her and caught up with her when Lucio was just about heading out of the VIP lounge after his private conversation with Edward, very happy with striking a deal with the son of his affluent former master whom he had worked for a couple of years in the past. The man got hold of her hand and spun her around before she could stop him. Christina staggered towards him at the force of his grip. Then his other hand encircled her waist as soon she fell into his clutches.

"Let me go." She squealed in pain when he tightened his grip on her wrist. Ironically, more guests became spectators when

"Come on, pretty one, we haven't finished our dance." He said maliciously and licked her chin which his tongue.

"Stop squeezing my wrist!" Christina cried in pain and sought help from bystanders watching what was transpiring before them but a lot of them were too distracted with the loud music rocking the background.

"Can't help it, pretty one. Come back with me or feel more pain." The man said without an ounce of remorse and further tightened his grip on her wrist. She yelled out in pain and triggered her hands free from his but it was futile. Even the music did nothing but to conceal her voice beneath the rolling music in the background which was getting louder every passing minutes. Lucky for Christina, Lucio spot them battling with each other from afar and thought it best to deal with the situation discreetly to prevent any further inconveniences arising from their discord. He went over only to find Christina struggling to break free from the half naked man who had more than enough strength to refrain her from leaving his side.

"Is something the problem, mate?" Lucio asked as soon as he met them. The man quickly let go of Christina's hand at the recognition of who Lucio was and acted indifferently as though he had no intention of dragging Christina back to the stage.

"Not that I can think of."

"Then why hold her wrist?" Lucio asked again fixing his gaze straight at the man who was bewildered and too startled to utter any words in his defense.

"I...huh......" the man stuttered and couldn't speak. At once, Lucio sensed the negative situation and did much to read the situation which clearly confirmed his doubts about what really was transpiring under everyone's noses. His attention drifted to Christina who was looked the other way with eyes already filled with tears but Christina knew he was not the type of man to be sympathetic to his workers.

"And you, Christina, care to explain to me why you are messing around with a guest instead dancing at your usual spot?" He asked Christina but Christina did not say anything except to stare at a different direction away from the owner of the club who largely found her attitude too distracted to express her opinion. Lucio frowned at himself that he was not getting through with the two invitees. Christina had already frozen to say speak as though she had lost her voice and waited to hear from his Milla kicked against them.

After his discussion with the club owner, Lucio, Edward accompanied Stuart out of the lounge and made efforts to exit out of the building but it was not until Edward saw Lucio chattering with the man and anther lady whom he could barely see wearing a striper outfit that he made up his mind to mind to have a look at what was going on. He changed his direction towards where Lucio stood with the other two persons whom he had earlier seen before he went into the VIP lounge along with Stuart particularly the man who apparently was still insisting on having his way with the stripper and wondered what could have happened that the club owner had to hold a serious conversation with the other two persons whom he deemed to have committed some sort of offence. Right from his childhood, Edward had always been inquisitive which explains the reason why Stuart had to stop him on his tracks before he could go any further than he had already gone before.

"Edward, come on, you got more to say to him?" Stuart inquired.

"I'm not sure but I think he needs our help." Edward said wanting to leave but Stuart blocked his path. Edward peered with surprise at Stuart.

"Step aside."

"You know I can't do that. We'll miss our flight if we waste more time here." Stuart explained.

"I thought you understand that Dad place me in charge of monitoring this place."

"Yes, you told me about it but that doesn't mean that you have to intervene at every slightest opportunity." Stuart replied and drew closer when he noticed that his persuasion was gaining the upper hand.

"I can't but help show them my authority here especially to Lucio."

"That would be a wrong move to do." Stuart said, "Lucio won't agree to step down and I suggest we take our flight to Singapore right this moment before anything else bad happens."

"Nothing bad will happen. Trust me on this."

"If you insist, fine, we can return back to change things but that'll be all we can do." Stuart answered and enjoined Edward to exit the building before Lucio could spot them loitering around the noisy hall.