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Alice entered the same shitty dive bar, for the second time. Eric had dropped her off and told her to find Bill.
She saw the bartender and headed towards him. Bill barely looked up from his work, and pointed in the direction of a thin, black door. It was in a far corner, hidden by the juke box.
"Huh," Alice sighed, before heading back. She turned the handle of the door, only to find that it was locked.
"Ring the bell," Bill called out.
Alice hit the little button and heard feet shuffling. The door creaked open and on the other side was a petite girl with bright, blonde hair. Her outfit was similar to Alice's, but was purple instead of gold, her heels were shorter, and she had pearls instead of a choker.
She was undeniably beautiful. She waved her hand inward, motioning for Alice to enter.
"Well you're new! I'm Bobby Joe!" She excitedly stated. She bounced a little, and extended her arm to shake Alice's hand. She was just over five feet tall.
"Alice," she replied, taking the girl's hand.
"Most people call me BJ. I mean, it is my specialty of course," she went on. "Is this your first time?"
"I guess. I'm not sure what I'm doing here," Alice slowly remarked. BJ was still holding her hand.
"Oh, wow! Well, how did you get here?" BJ's eyes grew wide.
"Eric brought me here," Alice was curious now.
"Eric is so hot. He never touches the girls though. I tried to give him a lap dance once, you know, for a few extra dollars. He didn't bat an eyelash," BJ carried on.
Alice managed to pull her hand back. She was about to ask for more, when a door behind them opened.
Alice entered the stunning room and looked around in awe. It had no windows and was lit by single light bulbs dangling from the ceiling. The wires in each bulb were designed in different ways, some spelling words, others making pictures. Each corner had red velvet booths with black trim. There were a few blackjack tables along one side, and to the right of that, was a handful of large screen televisions. Each TV had a different game on, and there were matching red, velvet love seats facing them.
Alice looked to her left. She was surprised that there were three beds, each king sized and perfectly made up. The sheets were red satin with black embroidery.
There was a magnificent bar directly to one side. Bottles upon bottles of booze she had both tried and never seen, were placed in perfect display. There was a mix of high top tables and large lounge chairs in front of the bar area.
"Welcome to the VIP room," Alice recognized the man's voice coming from behind her.
She spun on her heels to face Carl, who was half grinning at her. Alice opened her mouth to talk to him, but nothing came out.
"Rules are simple," Carl started, taking a sip of his beer. "Men pay to come here. Some for the ambiance, some for the privacy, but most for the VIP girls. They can have whatever they want in these four walls, with little exception. The VIP girls split half the cash and the other half goes to the handlers and the bar help."
"VIP girls? Exceptions? Handlers?" Alice spat out the questionable words.
"You," Carl pointed at her, "are a VIP girl. I am a handler. I make sure that all is good, men are happy, booze is stocked. I make sure the room and the girls stay clean. Break up fights, yadda, yadda. Exceptions are for the men when it comes to you ladies. No blood drawn, no excessive hitting, and no removal."
"Removal?"
"They can't take you out of the room. Anything they want, they must have in this room," Carl was getting annoyed with her.
"Only men come in here?" Alice hoped to get a few more questions in.
"Mostly. But, we wouldn't refuse any paying guest," Carl took another long swig of beer.
"How many VIP girls?"
"There was an accident last week and we lost a few. Tonight we have BJ, Candy, Liz, and you... so four."
"Accident?"
Eric walked in and spoke to Carl: "Bill is looking for you."
BJ came up and grabbed Alice.
"Time to get in place!"
Alice followed her to the wall next to the gambling section. There was a large silk rug with four, square, backless seats on top of it. They were styled like an ottoman, and were three feet in both directions. There were ankle restraints connected to the front two legs and silk ropes on the back two of each seat.
"We stay here? All night?" Alice quizzed BJ.
"No silly! Just for the first fifteen minutes or so. They display us here until the room is filled. Then when the men get restless, we will be released," BJ giggled.
Alice was at a loss for words. She was in some type of perverted dungeon, yet she couldn't figure out why she wasn't terrified. Why didn't she want to run? Was there a part of her that wanted to find out more about this world?
Eric came up to her, placing his hand on the small of her back. He guided her to one of the chairs.
"I trust your chatty new friend has updated you?" he asked Alice.
"Kind of. I don't get what I'm supposed to do," Alice said.
"For now, you bend over that seat. After that, watch the girls. Make the men happy, and they will take care of you. You're smart, you will pick up right away. Just remember who your commander is," Eric replied.
Alice laid her belly on the cushion of the chair. Eric tied her hands skillfully, and then bent down to fasten her ankles. Each ankle was shackled separately at either end of the chair, forcing her legs to part far from one another. Her body was bent at a ninety degree angle.
