Hope burst into an abandoned hotel, the adrenaline pumping through her veins as she raced through the deserted corridors. She knew she had to act fast, to find Cassie before it was too late. As she sprinted through the dimly lit corridors, she scanned each room she passed by, her eyes flickering back and forth in search of any sign of her daughter.
Suddenly, she spotted a group of guards outside a door, their voices carrying through the quiet halls. She edged closer, trying to listen in on their conversation without being seen.
"I heard the boss took the young one to his private room," one of the guards was saying, his voice low and gruff.
The other guard chuckled, a lewd grin on his face. "Yeah, I heard she's a tight fuck."
Hope's heart raced as she realized that Cassie must be with the old man. She felt a sickening wave of disgust wash over her as she imagined the man's hands on her daughter, his body pressed up against hers. Cassie had no experience with sex, how would she be handling it? Was the old man fucking her rough?
Hope knew she had to find Cassie before it was too late. She wished it was her instead of Cassie, as she always knew how to handle even the roughest of situations.
Hope continued to sneak around, avoiding guards as best she could, until she finally spotted the door to the old man's private room. She slowly approached it and peeked through the keyhole.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Cassie was fully naked with the old man. The sight of Cassie's trembling legs and heaving chest was enough to make her feel sick. The old man was thrusting into Cassie with such force that the bed shook beneath them. Every time he moved, Cassie's body was thrown back against the mattress, her tiny breasts bouncing heavily. Hope felt a surge of protectiveness towards Cassie. She couldn't bear to see her daughter in such a vulnerable position.
Hope pushed a red button on her suit to shrink down. But it was not working.
Hope's anger boiled over, and she burst into the room.
Hope yelled, "Get off of her, you sick bastard!"
Hope's fists clenched at her sides, and she felt her body tense up as the old man pushed Cassie to the side. She lay on the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her skin was slick with sweat and her hair was matted to her forehead.
Old man stepped off the bed and stood inches before Hope, naked and erect.
The old man gave an obscene kissing sign, puckering his lips and blowing a kiss in Hope's direction, "Ah, the other one. I was wondering when you would show up. Would you like to join us?"
Hope yelled, "I'll kill you before I let that happen."
Hope charged at the old man, but he was surprisingly fast for his age. He dodged her attack and grabbed her by the throat, squeezing playfully.
Old man licked her cheek, "You should learn to control that temper of yours, girl. It could get you into trouble."
Hope struggled to break free from his grip, but it was of no use. She was powerless against his strength.
Cassie looked at her mother with confusion and disbelief. "Why are you attacking him now, Mom? You were the one who performed a public act on him, and he even paid us $5 million for me. Just apologize to him and let's go."
Hope was taken aback by Cassie's words. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. But as she thought about it, she realized that Cassie was right. They had already been humiliated in front of so many people, what more could happen?
The old man released Hope from his grip, she stumbled backwards, rubbing her throat. Cassie smiled at her, but her smile didn't help her. She knew the situation was not going to be easy.
Before Hope could say anything, Cassie spoke up. "Can we go now, now that you've had me and mommy," she asked, a hint of desperation in her voice.
The old man smirked, causing a shiver to run down Hope's spine. "I think you forgot to read the contract, my dear. The sex we had was just the first of three. Two more remain."
Cassie's face fell. "What's the second one?" she asked hesitantly.
The old man turned to Hope, and she could feel his eyes raking over her body. She tried to cover herself, suddenly feeling very exposed in her yellow jumpsuit with a plunging neckline that went all the way down to her navel, and only thin straps over her shoulders so that her arms were bare.
"Second one," the old man said slowly, "is you eating your mommy."
Hope's heart skipped a beat as she realized what he meant. She took a step back, trying to put some distance between herself and the old man, but he just stepped closer, his eyes fixed on her cleavage and midriff. She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, trying to shield herself.