Authors note: This chapter was easier to write than the previous one, 'cause the stage was already set. So the story flowed like a river, and almost wrote it self.
Enjoy it.
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Part One (The threat)
He was on cloud nine, and could stay there for ever, but reality came knocking.
"PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!" he threw her a white cotton bathrobe.
While he regained his breath, he heard someone shouting, looked up, and saw the casino's big boss, and the two big goons.
"What's going on here?" he demanded an answer.
"I'm a woman now." she blurted out, regretting it the second the words came out of her mouth. "Sorry...I was drunk..." she tried to make up an excuse.
"Ooohh, you'll be sorry alright. Just wait until I tell Mr. Della Morte." he threatened.
"No please, don´t. I beg you." she kneeled before him crying.
"It's not her fault, I took advantage of her." That name rung a bell, but he saw a damsel in distress, and came to the rescue.
"I'll deal with you later." he gesture to one goon.
She was drying her face on the soft sleeve, when she felt a hand pulling her, and before she knew it, one of the goons was carrying her on his back.
She started to kick and scream, "Put me down! Put me down! I can walk you..." she yelled as the goon walked out of the room.
"Spill it out, now!" his voice was angry.
"She tried to fight, but I overpowered her and took her cherry." he said proudly, unaware of the consequences, "Because she crashed my party and threw my guests out. So, I needed to show her a lesson." he pouted, then the other goon knocked him out with a right hook, and he dropped unconscious on the bed.
He took him to the bathroom, sat him on the toilet, and poured an ice bucket over his head.
He shivered, and slowly opened his eyes, looking down.
The goon set the ice bucket on the marble floor, then stepped forward and started slapping him left and right.
He woke up with a hard slap, which shot a lightning of pain to his brain, and another blow on his sore jaw.
He lifted his hands to protect his face from another slap, when he heard, "Stop! He's awake!" looked up, and saw the big bearded man, behind of the big black goon.
He looked back down at his lap, and saw an ice cube, scooped it and rubbed it on its punished left jaw.
Sitting on the toilet, he saw the owner walk to him, grab his hair, and slam his head on the wall behind him, sending another flash of pain shooting through his brain.
He had enough of this abuse and yelled, " Ahhhhh! What the fuck!" he tried to scrub his head, but the owner's other hand stopped him.
He fought back, and saw the goon approaching, the owner let go off his hand, and turned his head back and said, "Back off! He's all mine!" then looked back at the young man's scared face with a smirk.
"Look, I'm sorry...", he cried.
"Shut up, or I'll smack you again!" he wiped the smirk off his face and raised an angry voice.
"Now, you listen to me, and listen good!" he eyeballed the brat, pulling his head up, to bring their faces only a strand of hair away, and stuck his finger between the kid's eyes, "Don't you even dream of pulling off a stunt like that again, or the one who's gonna repay me, is your going to be...your...dear...mother. GOT IT SCUMBAG!!!" his eyes were bloodshot.
The young man curled up like a wood louse, and the owner let go, to continue, "I hope, for your mothers sake, that you got that, through that thick skull of yours!" he said while pointing to the guy's head.
"Now dress yourself, and go get the next girl on the list." he commanded before he left.
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Part two
(Think twice)
He managed to compose himself, before the next girl came knocking at his door.
He opened the door, and saw a lovely girl, dressed in a pink dress, and matching shoes, she was only about 5ft tall, had a Goldilocks look, and was chewing a gum.
"Hello dear, are you lost?" he asked the little girl.
"Hi there mister. No, no. My mum told me to wait for her right here. She's just down the hall." she said in a very relaxed way.
"Oh, okay. But you knocked on my door, right?" he was confused.
"Yeah. I wanted to know, who answered." she said amused.
"Ahhh, ok then. Well let's wait for your mother then." he said trying not to look to annoyed, by the fact that he had to babysit that brat, and worried because the next hook up, could show up at any time.
Fortunately, the girl's mother was coming down the hall, and he relaxed.
He was just wearing a bathrobe, so he was just peaking, sticking his head out.
The woman approached, and had a stern look on her face. "Brittany!"
She looked at him, and said, "I'm sorry, did she disturb you mister?"
"Yeah. But it's okay. No harm done." he responded with a soft smile.
"Let's go. I'm sorry for the trouble." she pulled her daughter's arm, and walked to the elevator.
"No, problem. Now you behave girl." he pointed at her and shook his head, "Kids." he sighed.
The elevator door opened, and a peculiar figure came out. It was a really tall woman, she stood at about 6'9''ft, and was dressed in a tight black leather outfit, had shoulder length bloody red hair, a shoulder strap black bag, and black jackboots.
She walked straight forward, and almost rammed the girl, going the other way.
Her mother pulled her away from her path, and shouted, "Hey, watch it." but she didn't even pause her stride, until she reached the penthouse door, and asked him.
"Zach Thompson?" her voice was deep and manly.
"Yes!" he answered still a bit astounded.
She kicked his balls, pushed him inside, and kicked the door shut behind them. Then grabbed his collar, and dragged him to the bed.
He was surprised by her actions, and was trying to mumble some words.
"Get ready to be punished." she cautioned.
"Even more???" he grunted in pain.
"Assume the position." she demanded, as she reached to get something from the bag.
"Who are you?" he asked, trying to make some sense of this weird scene.
"I'm your worst nightmare, and you're my bitch." she looked down on him with bloody eyes enhanced by the black mist makeup.
"NO! NO! NO!" he punched the mattress.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she hissed.
"Why???" he looked up to the mirror on the ceiling, raising his arms.
"Because you asked for it." she was blunt, "Now, you are going to gimme what I want, and I won't stop until I get it." she tied him to bed face down, in an inverted spread eagle.
He tried to fight her, but he had already been beaten that night, and couldn't get away from her grip, she was really strong for a woman, in fact she didn't look like one, but more like a fantasy figure.
