Eighteen

“Get her the dancing costume, give her the one that only covers her nipples and cunt. The men have been demanding that from her, and we need money.” With this, Markon left, leaving Jasmine to fight for her breath.

Jasmine’s legs felt weak, and she fell on the chair. She sighed before her breathing started to regulate, she had never felt so threatened in her entire existence. This time she didn't want to dance but she knew Markon wasn't joking about what he said.

Jasmine didn't care about what others would think if the video came out, but what her mother would think of her. She hurriedly stood and ran to the dressing room to meet Octavo, she didn't want to waste time.

When the ladies in there saw her, they gasped and started whispering words to themselves. Jasmine didn't mind them at all and looked for Octavo, then she went into his office and there he was.

“I told you to follow me before the big boss comes out, now see what you have caused for yourself.” Octavo didn't turn to her,