Blackmailed for Lust (Erotica)

Dahlia's night was just starting, yet her whole body felt tired as well as her mind.

She looked at the whole club and there she saw the gradual increase of people who only wanted one in this place.

Some people go for a wilder night than they'd have at the local dive bar, some go to look at some bangin' bodies they'd otherwise have zero access to, and some go hoping to fall in love with their future wife.

And in her case, she can tell that most of them just want to have their one sensual night with her to satisfy their sexual innuendos.

Dahlia started working at Wild Rover for about two months, the same day her grandmother was hospitalized, and to this day she is still confined.

Wild Rover is essentially a cozy neighborhood dive bar, but with naked ladies. The dancers were exceptionally diverse-every ethnicity, body type, and educational background was represented.

Unfortunately, the place was run by a mega-douchebag named Angelo Tan-a red-faced, testosterone junkie who managed the club like an oppressive dictator.

The clientele was mainly businessmen and college students-an interesting mix of big spenders and frat boys.

She thought this was a perfect place for her, but she was wrong.

And she has no choice.

She just shrugged and headed to the counter where Olive was. In the distance, she could clearly see her looking at her while smiling.

Good thing that she met her. Otherwise, she may not be able to hold on long ago -- because this is almost a job that needs to sell her dignity.

"Babe, didn't you have an exam today? I thought you wouldn't come tonight," Olive greeted her as she finished mixing the hard drinks to be served to the guests.

The tip of Dahlia's lip lifted and sighed tiredly.

"The exam is easy. What a waste of the day if I don't come in," she replied to her and sat in the high chair for a while, while slowly eating from exhaustion.

"You should rest a bit, Dah. Your day will be wasted when you get sick more. It's still your loss," Olive suggested.

Dahlia just smirked.

She knew she was for her good, because she knew what she had experienced in the past few weeks. After all, their exams are one after the other and the finals are next week.

In the morning, she has to wake up early to prepare for university and in the evening, she goes straight here. Only when there are no guests occasionally can she have the opportunity to review her studies.

Both her mind and body are like hamsters thrown on rollers, running 24 hours a day. But she can't rest just because she's wasting her time doing nothing – and she's not making any money by resting.

"I'm fine, Olive, believe me. You know me," Dahlia told her and stood up, and then took the tray with only wines.

Today, their "super tasteful" boss ordered all of them to dress up as rabbit girls: Sexy corsets, black silk, rabbit ears and fluffy rabbit tails. God knows why men always like this kind of thing!

Dahlia was a little bit uncomfortable and wanted to touch the rabbit tail on her clothes, but because the men around her were staring at her, as if they wanted to come up to "help" her do it.

Eventually, she gave up this idea, and started marching to the center to serve the wines she was carrying, carefully avoiding the hands of some drunk or pretended to be drunk men who wanted to harass her.

Her guest today was a local real estate developer, Mr. Falcon. He seemed like a mild-mannered old man, if it weren't for the nauseating way he groped Dahlia's thigh when she handed him a drink and the many hints that he would let her sleep with him.

When she got to his VIP table, he and his friends immediately noticed her dress, and then showed a meaningful smile. Their lustful eyes focused on her body as if they were stripping her off in their minds.

Dahlia swallowed her pride and went to their table.

"Good evening, Mr. Falcon. You come here often as before." DahliaI greeted him and one by one put the wines on their table.

She felt his hand caress her thigh slowly rising, so she winced.

"Of course, Dahlia, you're here. Your alluring beauty made us want to come here often," he said kindly and squeezed her thigh again, so she simply took his hand away.

"Mind if you join us here? I can tell you're Claireilable tonight," said one of his companions and violently pulled her to sit in the middle of them.

Next, she felt his hand slide down her waist up to the side of her big chest. Dahlia bit her lower lip and stood up.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Duke, but I'm not Claireilable tonight. Please, excuse me," she said quickly and tried to pull herself away from them and stand up.

But obviously, her repeated rejection had completely angered the demon.

This old man always cherishes his life very much. He would bring a team of bodyguards even when he came to the club for a fling. It's possible he even has his bodyguards standing around the bed when he's having sex with a woman.

And now, his bodyguards were coming in handy again.

They seized Dahlia with such force that they carried her into the hands of their master Falcon and forced her to sit on the lap of the demon.

"Dahli, you are such a disobedient girl. Why do you always want to avoid me and refuse me?" He held her waist and pressed her ass firmly on his suit pants.

Dahlia pushed his thigh hard to stay away from his body, but quickly, she realized in despair that God was not fair to men and women from the beginning, at least in strength.

"Mr. Falcon, Please, I'm not going to entertain tonight–"

"What do you mean by that, wearing this kind of outfit, huh?" He interrupted what she was about to say and quickly kissed her neck and even smelled it.

Dahlia's chest throbbed with the anger she was feeling. "Please let go of me, please. You know that's not part of my job..."

"Come here, let's drink. You're so fucking choosy yet you're almost naked to come here. Look at your big boobs here..."

He took the wine handed over by the bodyguard and tried to force her to drink it, but due to her lack of cooperation, most of the wine flowed down her neck and wet her clothes.

This seemed to make him and his friends more excited. They even burst into laughter.

"What? You don't like it? I thought this was what you wanted. It's a pity for your body if you don't let me taste it," he teased and violently licked the wine on her neck.

When Dahlia looked at them all, they looked like animals that were greedy for flesh.

"I-I'm sorry but I really can't now. I'm just here to serve your drinks," she said, trembling.

Dahlia bit her lower lip to hold back her tears. She hates it, but she can't do anything!

"What's your problem, bitch? Stop acting pure innocent, Dahlia. Look at your big breasts, don't you want someone to hold and caress that?"

Another man stood up and came over. He even asked Falcon to hold her hands for him, and then slapped her chest indecently, making her chest shake in waves.

"As if you're still a virgin. What are you acting up? You will be paid, isn't that all you want?" Falcon said, laughed, and enjoyed the violence his friend had inflicted on her.

Dahlia's heart was almost out of her chest because of the anger she was feeling.

She hates this place, and she hates this job. Every night, over and over again, she had to endure the dirty looks of these men, ignore their disgusting words, dodge their nauseous hands and serve them drinks with a smile.

But she has no choice. This is the most lucrative job she could get so far. She had to earn a lot of money to pay her tuition fee and her Grandma's hospital bills.

But this thing... These people were making her sick to her stomach! They always made her throw up!

In this VIP booth surrounded by bodyguards, no one could save Dahlia. The hall was filled with deafening music, and a stripper performance on the stage was in full swing, causing waves of shrieks and whistles.

She looked at the bar in a desperate attempt to seek for her friend for help, but she wasn't there!

Falcon even began to tear off her wine soaked shirt and took out a large amount of money to stuff between her breasts. Another man grabbed her ankles, pulled off her black heels, and even tried to tear her black silk.

His other friends, as well as his bodyguards, were unmoved by their evil deeds, and even treated her cries of despair as a good show.

Dahlia cried, struggled, vainly trying to grab hold of her collar and preserve her last remaining dignity. And as she struggled, she was stunned when something hit her eyes.

A man was deadly staring at her while holding a shot glass. His expression was dark as he stared at her coldly. He was sitting at the far end of the VIP area with his friends.

Dahlia's heart pounded especially when she saw him look down at her body. As if he was judging her from the way he stares at her.

It was Carter! Her ex-boyfriend!

"The great Carter who's been single for a long time now, what's your plan? Don't you have any plans to even taste a woman? Are you gay?"

Angelo asks his friend Carter a question as they sit down. Carter can hear the teasing in his tone. He just ignored him and poured whiskey into the glass for him.

"You've been single for so many years, bro. How's your semen doing? Do you have a plan to just stock that or maybe you prefer to use your hand more than a woman," Lucas also took up the topic with a cheeky laugh.

For the second time, Carter ignored him as well and straightened up the whiskey. He remained to stare at the emptiness and rest his body.

These motherfuckers would never stop laughing at him about this topic every time they invited him to have a drink. For these poor playboys with only money left, it would be incredible that they haven't fucked a woman for one day, let alone years.

"Did you just invite me to express your boring opinions about my life? I should go instead of wasting my time here. What do you think?" Carter asked them and sipped the wine.

Angelo Tan, the bar owner, laughed and even patted him on the arm.

"Just kidding, dude. But aren't you really shaping up right now? Just one?" He asked further.

Carter just shook his head and looked around the whole club.

This club, Wild Rover, is Angelo's most recent property, which has just opened for about two or three months. But this was the first time he came here.

He was always busy at work, but they have already invited him many times. And another thing is that, although he has no interest in such places, he just feels empty and he wants the alcohol to touch his throat the main reason he's here.

"What did you think and set up this kind of business? Apart from being a womanizer," Carter asked him when he heard that their conversation had changed and that his club was the topic.

Angelo glanced at Carter for a moment and shrugged.

"It's been his dream ever since, dude. You don't seem to know Gelo," said Lucas and like Carter, he looked around the whole place. "But you already have a lot of guests with big names here, huh. What is your secret?"

Carter focused his gaze on Angelo and waited for his answer to Luke's question. He looks like looking for someone who's around.

"The bartender here, Olive, introduced someone to me right after the opening. Damn, she's so fucking hot, bro. She is the one that all the guests have been visiting here since the beginning," Angelo said and looked around again.

"If you could just see how fucking sexy and hot she is."

Carter hissed.

He means that the reason why his club is so popular totally depends on a sexy waitress?

Carter didn't bother to care about this guy who was full of woman's ass and ignored his next words.

To be honest, he kind of wants to leave already. It was a mistake to say yes to their invitation!

At this time, Carter could hear exactly what seemed to be a commotion near them. It got his attention. He roamed his eyes around him and then he found that the sound of commotion seemed to come from the same area where they are-the VIP area.

It appeared that the guests in another booth were forcing a waitress to drink. But there were too many bodyguards around the seat. Carter can only vaguely see the woman's side face through the gap of these bodyguards' bodies.

And just such a blurred profile aroused countless memories of him.

When she looked up and they both met each other's gaze, he could feel his heartbeat slowing down as he stared at her.

What the hell is she doing here?

Flashback

Christmas night is getting deeper.

Carter's gaze shifted to the flowers scattered on the floor and to the candlelight dinner he had prepared for her. He spent some time preparing for it because he wanted this night to be perfect for him and especially for her.

He wants her to never forget this night as she said yes to him. But it has been a few hours and she's still not showing up.

Carter gasped and looked at his cell phone, looking forward to her text but none. He tried calling her again but her phone is now out of reach. He no longer knew what to think.

Could it be that something bad has happened to her?

Carter was shocked when he heard the doorbell ring along with his heartbeat. Overjoyed, thinking it was her, he hurried to the door to open it.

But his jaw dropped when he saw her sister, Claire. He even looked behind her thinking maybe she was just hiding there but nothing.

"Where's Dahlia?" Carter asked her in astonishment, but instead of her answering him, she went straight inside, so he followed her right away.

He immediately saw her grin as she looked at the things he had prepared for her sister.

"What's this? Are you planning to propose to her tonight?" She mockingly asked him. Carter frowned and nodded.

"Where is she? She doesn't answer my call," he said and sat down.

Claire didn't answer and instead had something to do with her cellphone. When she turned to him, he saw the anger in her eyes.

"While you are here waiting for her, this is what she was doing all the time. Do you think you can still ask a woman like her to marry you?" She asked and suddenly put the cellphone on his face.

Carter's heart stopped beating for a moment when he saw who was in the video.

It was Dahlia, with a man beside her. They were both naked and wrapped in blankets as if they had just finished what they had done – whatever they had done.

Carter laughed and almost threw the cellphone back at Claire.

"Is this a fucking prank? That's not Dahlia. Why are you doing this?!" Carter yelled at her. He could feel his heart split when she laughed.

"Dahlia is not just an innocent woman, My poor Carter. You are taken in by her. You all think she is pure and innocent just because of her face and the way she talks, but she's not! She's a dirty bitch! You have always chosen the wrong woman."

Carter didn't believe Claire that day because he didn't want to. He couldn't ruin Dahlia's image of him to the point that he even wanted an explanation from her even though what he saw was very clear.

Claire looked at Carter as if she were pitying him. She approached him step by step, trying to grab him from behind, squeezing her large breasts against his back.

"My dear Carter, it's not your fault. You were just deceived by my sister, that dissolute woman. I told you I was the right woman for you, didn't I? She is only an illegitimate daughter of my family, a real gold digger, a prostitute who can sell her body for money. She doesn't deserve you at all."

Carter couldn't even think about what she was saying, but he pushed her away and hurried out the door and ran into this cold Christmas night.

The next day, Carter went to her campus and waited for her but she didn't show up anymore. He tried to wait but she never showed up. She's the reason why he ended up being miserable until now. Because of her, he saw nothing else. She was the basis of everything for him.

And to this day, after so many years, Carter still can't forget her stunning face. He didn't even expect that he would see her here, in this kind of place after three years.

Much has changed in her.

Her body has always been beautiful, especially her face. Everyone was calling her "The Aphrodite" back then because of her beautiful face – gentle, attractive, and innocent – one of the reasons why he fell in love with her at first sight.

But now, she is dressed in Sexy Bunny Girl's clothes, her slim waist is outlined by her corset, and her charming chest is wrapped in a low collar shirt. Wearing white fluffy rabbit ears, she struggled and cried in the arms of an old man.

The tears did not detract from her beauty. On the contrary, when tears run down her angelic face, all men will go crazy for her.

Now Carter understands why this club is being visited.

"It looks like your eyes are still effective, bro. That's the woman I was talking about earlier. Everyone goes here and is willing to pay as much as possible just for one night with her." Carter heard Angelo mentioned. He kept his eyes on Dahlia.

Three years ago, every time he kissed her, he would be careful, for fear of defiling her beauty; Now, she is still so beautiful, but he just want to tear off all her clothes and fuck her to cry.

Carter remembered what Claire said. A real gold digger? A prostitute who can sell her body for money?

That's fucking right!

"So, have you tasted her yet?" Lucas asked Angelo.

"Stupid, no. She's not into sex, bro. She's just entertaining some guests here," he replied and turned to Carter. "Do you want to bet?" He asked.

"What?"

"What?" Carter replied to them absently.

He watched Dahlia crying and struggling desperately, but no one saved her. This scene is not uncommon in such clubs, and everyone is used to it. Anyway, she asked for it, didn't she?

"Since you're the only single here, let's make a bet. I will give you this club if you could sleep with her within three months. Dare?" Angelo declared.

Now, those men have begun to tear her clothes and stockings. At this time, Dahlia finally found him. It was obvious that she recognized him, but she didn't ask him for help.

Maybe she actually liked the older guys better than him, her jilted ex-boyfriend?

What a fucking joke, Angelo.

Carter didn't answer any words, but just stood up and walked over. Those bodyguards seemed to want to stop him from disturbing their boss for fun, but he ignored them. Carter knew Angelo would help him deal with these people.

Carter grabbed Dahlia by the wrist, pulled her out of the man's arms, and without hesitation, he lowered his head and kissed her.

Sleep with her, huh?

This woman made him miserable for so many years and he still wants her. Carter wants her to go crazy over him again and make her think the betrayal she did to him three years ago was the worst mistake she ever made.

Dahlia didn't expect it would be Carter, her ex boyfriend who broke up with her for three years , saved her from this hell; Similarly, she didn't expect him to suddenly kiss her in this case.

She could feel her heart beating fast as soon as he covered her mouth with his lips. Dahlia felt her soul suddenly escape her when she felt his warm hold on her again. She can hear Carter's moan and heavy breathing while kissing her torridly.

Dahlia seemed to be slowly losing herself as his kiss got deeper and deeper. That was slow but deep. Slowly but surely. She can feel his hunger so she is.

That still hasn't changed – the way he kissed her still hasn't changed. It's still like a fire that burns. It is still like a deep-sea that is drowning. It can still take her and subdue her.

In an instant, Dahlia felt ashamed of herself especially when she heard the laughter of everyone there while watching them.

"See? What a dirty pretentious bitch!"

"I thought she's not Claireilable tonight? Fucking liar!"

"Looks like she still wants to get a wild bang."

The anger Dahlia felt intensified when she heard their various insults, especially what is happening now. Carter just saved her from one hell and pushed her to another.

Dahlia couldn't stop crying, but it seemed to make him more excited. The excitement she felt from the kiss by Carter was more dominant.

She lost herself, even more, when she felt his grip tighten on her waist as one of his hands went to her ass and touched it.

Carter stopped abruptly but still wouldn't let her go. She even felt a hangover when Carter slightly bit her lip. It looks like she even wants to chase his lip just because she got hung up!

"Your way of kissing is better than before, I almost got high, huh. Seems you haven't been short of men since you left me three years ago," Carter sarcastically whispered to Dahlia while flirtatiously rubbing the fluffy rabbit tail on her buttocks, it was full of insults.

In an instant, it was as if cold water had poured on her when she heard that.

Dahlia quickly pulled herself back from being caught in his kiss. She stepped on his foot with all her might and violently pushed him away from her. She could see the shock and pain in his eyes but before he could react, she quickly ran to the back lounge and didn't even have time to pick up her black high heels..

Damn you, Dahlia!

As soon as she got back to the lounge, she quickly took off her damn Bunny clothes and put on her jacket and skirt.

Dahlia tried to control herself not to think about that man, but it was all in vain.

This is the first time she has seen him in three years. He became more handsome and taller. But in the past, he always had a gentle smile on his face. Now, he seems to be cold.

He seemed angry. Especially from the kiss he gave her earlier, she could feel his intense anger there even though it was so delicious.

Why was he so angry? Why would he reappear in her life three years after he abandoned her to be engaged to someone else, giving her hope and depressing her?

Dahlia tried calming herself down but her heart pounded even more especially when she remembered the kiss he had given her earlier. Fantasy almost ate her into her brain while that was happening!

She almost jumped in panic when the door suddenly slammed and it spat out Olive who focused her gaze on her. There was still a small grin on her lips.

"Who is that? Why did you suddenly kiss? He's so handsome!" She blurted out. Dahlia's cheeks grew hot as he remembered what had happened again.

"I-I don't know him, Olive," she answered her without looking at her, and continued to put away her belongings.

Dahlia's previous feeling of tiredness got worse and she felt like she was going to get sick. She suddenly felt heavier. She was sure it's because of what happened earlier but she can't admit that to herself.

"Really? You don't know him but you've kissed earlier as if you were longing for each other for a long time. He also looks rich, you're really good at choosing!" She was sarcastic, so Dahlia was even more embarrassed.

When Carter kissed her, her mind told her to run away from him, but her body betrayed her.

Not knowing how to reply, Dahlia silently swept everything on her desk into her bag and zipped it up.

Then she turned to Olive. She frowned at her.

"Where are you going? You're going home?"

"I'm really not feeling well, Liv. Let's just talk tomorrow," she told her lazily and marched out. She even heard her call her but she didn't pay attention to that anymore.

Various emotions flowed through Dahlia as she walked towards the backdoor of the club while losing herself again.

This seemed to be a very long night to her. The only thing she wants to do now is to hurry home, throw herself into the bathtub, wash away all the disgusting and humiliating marks on her body, and then forget everything tonight, including that man.

As soon as she got out of the backdoor, a cold breeze greeted her.

Dahlia hugged herself more to the jacket she was wearing. It was quiet in that part so she could hear the pounding of her chest more. Especially when she sees who is waiting for her.

Carter was standing while leaning against the light pole that was there.

He was deadly and cold, staring at her as if he had been waiting for her since earlier. Again, Dahlia saw how he would look at her from head to toe. It seemed full of resentment and judgment.

She felt even more embarrassed because of the way he was staring at her. Strange anger covered his eyes.

Dahlia's heart pounded as she no longer knew what to do. She felt the trembling of her knees. She knew she wasn't ready to face him after so many years. She wasn't even prepared for it because she really had no intention of showing up to him.

Why did he suddenly appear here?

Carter smirked for a moment and their eyes met again.

"Where are you going? Trying to run away again like what you did three years ago?" He asked her coldly as if threatening.

Her heartbeat slowed. Her mouth opened but no word came out. She suddenly seemed to run out of sanity. The words suddenly seemed to escape from her mind.

Dahlia didn't know why, looking at him standing under the streetlamp, she seemed to see a monster crawling out of hell, roaring and screaming, trying to eat her body to complete revenge. This horrible imagination made her step back.

Almost at the same time, Carter also moved. He slowly walked closer to her while his eyes were fixed on her. His aura grew darker as he stared at her whole being.

"And do you think you can easily escape from me this time, my dear Dahlia Bloom?"