Chapter 6 Caught in the act

Carla

"This pussy is now mine, little fox..."

His words keep ringing in my head, and I can't shake off the weird feeling it's giving me. How on earth did I move from a free stripper to someone's pet in just a few hours? Does this mean I don't have to dance for as long as he's here? Or is he saying that I only need to be in his bed every night after working?

Whew! I guess I just have to ask him somehow. Hopefully, he doesn't kill me before I get a response. I should get out of bed and prepare for the day.

"Ouch!! Ahh!"

I feel so wasted. My whole body aches badly. How on earth do I dance tonight? I already spent the whole morning sleeping,and it's already 2:00 o'clock. Fuck! How do I even walk when my legs feel so shaky?

"Gosh! Walking slowly to the bathroom, I hold the wall for support, as I feel my core throbbing with so much pain that I just can't imagine the spectacle I'll make of myself if I dare to dance tonight. My limbs feel so stiff.

"Aaaaahhh! Shit!" I look like a total mess. Oh my God! Can my luck run any less today? The hickeys on my body can not be hidden by my uniform. They run from my neck to my thighs. And my hair looks so dishevelled that... I don't know how to describe it. I wouldn't take a second look at myself right now. Even my lips are swollen...

"God, please make my boss decide to give me a few days off. Please..." I can only pray, because the girls would surely make fun of me if I step out like this.

The incessant ringing of my phone causes me to hurry out of the bathroom. God, I feel way better now.

"Hello...?"

My brother has been home alone with the caregiver since last night, as I didn't go home. I just hope everything is okay.

"Yes. Is he okay? Don't worry. I'll send the money right away. Please take good care of Aldo. Tell him I love him."

As I end the call, my heart is finally at peace. The caregiver only wants some money to get drugs for my brother.

[Grrrrrr]

The sound of my rumbling stomach reminds me that I haven't eaten anything since yesterday afternoon. I should head to the cafeteria and get something to eat. But it means I need to get something to wear.

Looking around the room, my eyes settle on the blazer lying on the sofa. I guess the stranger was wearing this yesterday evening. I can get a bite and return quickly before he even realizes I'm gone.

After my meal at the cafeteria, I realize I can't make it back to the room in this state. It's better to use the ladies room down here. I rushed out of the cafeteria and was already in the washroom in no time. Thank heavens there's an empty cubicle.

Fuck! What was that? I thought the soup was supposed to prep me for the salad. I didn't take anything heavy. So, why does my stomach hurt this way?

"Aaaaahhh! Faster! Faster. Yess... Fuck me like you mean it, Bovi. Aaaah!"

What the fuck! Why would any sane person be doing this and leave the door open like this? That's Thirteen's voice. I should get out of here before she sees me on her case.

"You like it?" The man asks in a mischievous tone.

"Yes. I love it. Fuck me harder, Bo. Don't be a sissy. Fuck my pussy like you mean it..." Just the response I was expecting from Thirteen.

Tsk!

I wish I could flush without making noise, but alas, it's not possible.

Now, they are silent. I can't help the twinkle in my eyes, knowing I'm about to do something naughty. I'm not the one getting fucked in the toilet anyway, and nothing would make me happier than for Thirteen to know that I just caught her in the act.

I walk close to the sink and wash my hands, but before I walk out of the door, "Don't mind me, Thirteen. Just keep being fucked in the toilet. Hahahahaa!"

Before she could respond, I walked out with a victorious smirk.

I head to the locker room to get my clothes so I could have something to change into.

I can't even wear a torn uniform, so I place a request for a new uniform to be delivered in the evening. I am about to head back with my clothes in hand when someone suddenly crashes into my back.

"Shit! Who are you? And why are you hugging me with so much sweat on your body?"

The stranger brings his lips close to my right ear, and I go stiff in his embrace. I know I should struggle my way out of his arms, but I just can't summon even ten percent of my strength.

The activities of the previous night and the sudden onset of the stomach ache have taken a toll on me.

Please, let me go. A teardrop slips from my eyes, as the words ring in my head, "You will be punished if anyone touches you..." I've been warned not to even look at another man twice, talkless of being in another man's embrace.

I feel nothing but repulsion for whoever it is, and my blood boils with rage. "Get your fucking hands off me, you bastard."

I struggle further, only for the person to tighten his grip around me. Could this be Thirteen's partner? Did she send him here to take revenge on me? What do they want?

"Get your fucking hands off me." I try to hit his toes with my heels, but his reflexes are so quick that he dodges before I can even execute my plan. It's as if he already predicted my movement.

"Stay still, Seven. With all the hickeys on your body, do you wish to invite everyone to see how slutty you really are?" What! He... can see my hickeys?

"Just calm down and be my slut for the next few minutes. I promise this would be over soon enough. And you'll enjoy it too." The person says creepily.

His words make my skin crawl from disgust, and I can't imagine this disgusting fellow laying his hands on my body.

He drops his head to kiss my neck, and at that moment, I lost all hope.

Oh, God! Please help me. Please.

"What the fuck is this?"

My soul flies out of my body as I open my eyes at the sound of the boss' voice. My heart feels gladdened that someone has finally come for me.

Finally...

Stranger... Why... is he... here?

Holy heavens!

I'm finished!