From Misery to Slavery

Chapter One

"I cannot believe you expect me to dance in that!" screamed Alexia for the fourth time. She had been arguing for hours with Alan, the club owner. He seemed to honestly find the sheep costume cute. It was an atrocity. The costume and all others like it needed to be destroyed! Just because she was an exotic dancer didn't mean she would go out in all sorts of crazy costumes, "Sexy Sheep" isn't on anyone's agenda.

Grabbing a simple skin tight dress she made her way to the makeup room. Hurrying into the dress and finding her heels she soon heard her cue to go on stage. The dubstep song Lights blasted over the speakers. Her particular brand of dancing was more of an art form as she took to the pole. Her movements matched the beat flawlessly. Years of gymnastics had allowed her to easily hone her skills.

She always made sure to make eye contact with everyone in the audience. They were there to so her nude body but she was there to put on a show. Stepping down from the pole Alexia walked to the edge of the stage to tease one of the men in the audience.

The man looked at her with the same greedy expression as the rest of the men as she slowly removed her dress. Tossing it back behind her she slowly turned around and gyrated making sure to remain just out of his reach. Looking ahead of her she made eye contact with a woman. Women in the club were not a strange occurrence. It was the woman's beauty that struck Alexia.

She almost lost beat as she watched the woman watch her. Gathering herself she went to dance in front of the woman. To Alexia she was gorgeous, perfect milk chocolate skin with plump lips and eyes the color fresh printed money, a surprising color for a black woman. She held her self with such dominance; Alexia couldn't help but be entranced by her gaze. She had to tear herself away to go give the rest of her crowd some attention.

When her dance was over and she had collected her earnings she hurried to the back to put on her floor outfit, well if it could be called that. It consisted in a net dress over a leather thong-bikini set. For the first time since she started dancing at the club she felt nervous as she walked out onto the floor.

She immediately scanned the floor for the woman; she had to talk to her. She spotted her off in a corner surrounded by what looked like an entourage. Inhaling and gathering her courage she made her way over.

"I was hoping you would come to me." The woman said in a husky tone.

Alexia froze on the spot. The woman hadn't even looked up. "Hello I'm Alexia and you are?" she managed to grind out.

The woman looked up at her for what felt like an eternity before saying, "I am Eshe, pleased to meet you." She said in that same bone warming tone. Alexia was transfixed it almost seemed unnatural the way her barriers went out the window with this woman. Eshe maintained eye contact with Alexia for a while before saying, "Could me and my friends have a private dance?"

A chill of apprehension went up her back but there was no way she was going to say no to this beautiful creature standing in front of her. Turning around she crooked her finger to indicate that they should follow her. As she led them to the champagne room she made sure to add extra sway to her hips. Eshe and her crew followed without question.

Once in one of the private rooms Alexia closed the sound proof door and asked Eshe what sort of music she liked.

Eshe gave Alexia a hard stare before she told her to put on something slow. She wanted to see her in slow motion. Lucky for Eshe the room had a mini pole in the center of a lounge sectional couch so they could get a closer look.

"Let me help you." Eshe said helping Alexia onto the platform. With the exact grace from earlier Alexia glided onto the pole. It was Eshe's turn to be hypnotized as Alexia wound around the pole like she was nothing but smoke. Alexia's scantily clad for intrigued her in so many ways it almost hurt to look at her.

She could tell that Alexia was interested in her too. Things would end very interestingly is Eshe had anything to do with it. Her group silently viewed Alexia for the duration of several songs. No one moved until Eshe spoke.

"I want you." She said simply.

Alexia didn't understand the implications of what Eshe was saying. Moving over to stand in front of her Alexia began removing her clothes, but Eshe held up her hand to stop her.

"That is not what I meant," Eshe stood so she could level her face with Alexia's, "I want you to come live on my estate."

Eshe knew that the ethereal appeal of the girl was wasted in this club. There was no way she should have to do this for a living with such minimal earnings when her skills were obviously on another level. She waited patiently for the girl to respond. Alexia was obviously at a loss for words.

"I don't know what to say." She said finally. "Is there any way that I can contact you at a later time?"

Alexia was confused and slightly afraid of Eshe. There was no doubt that this was a powerful woman. Her apprehension was completely understandable. There was something about Eshe that even seemed dangerous. There was no way she was going to be making a split second decision that could land her dead or worse.

"Yes I can allow that much." Eshe said, "I will be back in two days please make your decision by then. Let's go." And just like that the most alluring woman Alexia had ever met was walking away from her. The vision of Eshe even in the terrible light of the club was still so transfixing that it saddened her irrationally to see her leave, but Alexia needed time to think...was Eshe for real or was she just pulling some sick gag?

When Alexia's shift ended she hurried home to here comfy bed. Hopefully Cary wasn't home or he was the only man she had ever known, ever loved. It was only natural that she went to him after her parents kicked her out, sure they kicked her out because of him but he was still there for her. He just got so mad sometimes.

She made as little noise as possible as she walked into the house. Cary was on the couch, he looked like he was sleeping but Alexia knew better. She lowered her head and walked into the house. Cary had been drinking she could smell him from where she stood. In his drunken state the slightest thing would set him off. She made it safely upstairs to the bathroom to relieve herself. As she flushed the toilet the bathroom door flew open with a bang.

"You don't know how to speak when you enter a man's house you whore?" Cary asked her, his slurred voice at a hissing whisper.

Alexia knew better than to answer the question. She knew that the best thing for her to do was to keep her head down and let him spill his rage.

"Do you hear me bitch?" he hissed sounding more pissed off. He was baiting her she knew that. The moment she tried to answer he would hit her. Finally when he realized she wasn't going to feed in to his trap he turned to walk away.

"Stupid slut thinks she's better than me." Cary muttered to no one in particular. "I'll bust up that pretty little face of your then we'll see how much those men will want you!" he screamed back at her.

A shudder went through her body when he went down the stairs. She stripped and got in the shower. The only reason she danced was because Cary had lost his job. Someone had to pay the bills. When Alexia cut ties with her parents she cut ties with any hopes she had for rescue. Exiting the shower she took a moment to examine herself in the mirror.

Her smooth porcelain skin was a direct contrast to her long sleek black hair. She was slight in height, standing only five feet four inches tall, but her curves were ample. She had flawless D-cup tits that bore no sign of sagging. Her waist was small, her stomach flat, and her hips were rounded and womanly. She had no excess body fat, and was completely hairless save for the hair on her head. Though her body could be described as sinful she had been told she has the face of an angel. Her eyes being the most dominate feature on her face. She had a tiny pixie nose and a mouth that was small yet plump. She was in short, perfection.

Sighing to herself she finished drying off and went to her room. Once she was in bed she quickly began fading into sleep.

Alexia woke up to the feeling of Cary kissing his way down her body. He always did this. He was completely shitfaced the night before; he didn't remember what he had done. As always Alexia accepted his touch, after all he was her man.

Cary at the least could be considered a good lover, though at times sex would only be about him. Alexia let out a tiny squeak as Cary's large fingers found her core. His fingers began the expert strumming of her clit. Despite the situation last night Alexia still felt herself growing wet under his touch. She was indeed a sexual being, and since she had only ever been with Cary he was the source of her pleasure.

"You like that don't you Lexxie?" Cary asked using the nickname he had given her. Alexia won't allow anyone else to shorten her name it just seemed like a key part of her. The abrupt insertion of two of Cary's finger brought Alexia's back off the bed. She couldn't help but moan as he slowly fucked her with his fingers. Cary picked up the pace and added a finger. Alexia looked down at him to see him staring at her. She tried to maintain eye contact as she knew he wanted her to but eventually she closed her eyes.

As soon as she closed her eyes he removed his hand. Alexia couldn't stop the frustrated groan that escaped her lips

"You haven't earned the right to cum bitch." Cary said spitefully.

Without warning he slammed his hark cock into her she let out a pained gasp as he bottomed out that was suppressed as his hand closed around her neck. There was no pause between entry and his thrusting.

With his hand around her throat and his deep and painful thrusting, any pleasure she had building quickly vanished. Any forgiveness she had for him was gone. All her memories of this previously happening to her slammed into her mind all at once. Alexia's mind was all made up. The next time she saw Eshe she would go with her, but for now all she could do is pray for this moment in time to be over.