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Vladimir tall, dark hair and a complexion that had all the women drooling and dying to be in his bed. At the tender age of twenty, he took over as head of the Russian Mafia when his father was murdered. The following ten years he had built an empire, acquiring businesses and homes all around the world. He was cold, ruthless and some would say he had no heart. Vladimir was feared by everyone and if one dared to stare him straight in the eye they could face death. He moved to America a few years before his 30th birthday. He learned to speak English, Italian, French and Spanish. Even though he spoke them fluently he still had a thick Russian accent. His mother was Italian but died giving birth to him. So he was raised by his father who taught him to be tough, to fight, even to kill. His reputation was known all around the world and it got to the point where there wasn’t much need for acts of violence, it just took one look from him and people did as they were told. A lot of the properties he acquired were from men who needed a favour from him. He enjoyed the company of beautiful women, but only for sex. There was no time in his life for love, not that he believed in love anyways.

Friday night he was feeling restless so he decided to go to a strip club that catered to the rich and famous. It was one of those underground clubs that the cops didn’t know about, one where anything goes. They had private rooms where the women did whatever the men wanted, from private dances to sex. He often indulged in the pleasures that the women offered, and tonight he was in need of some female company.

When he arrived with two of his bodyguards he was taken to his table, the one the club kept just for him. After being served his scotch he sat back and watched the stripper on stage. His eyes were glued to the one who was performing. She was young, slender and had long, brown hair. There was something different about her. It was obvious that she was new to stripping, her moves were clumsy and she looked scared as hell.

He waved the manager over.

“Mr. Vladimir, how can I help you?”

“That girl, what’s her story?”

“I’m so sorry, she’s new and is having trouble getting with the program. If she doesn’t take all her clothes off this time we’ll have to get rid of her.”

Vladimir knew what that meant, it meant she would be taken for a ride, never to be seen again. “She looks young, why is she even here?”

“Rudy acquired her from her stepfather the other day.”

“Remove her from the stage and have her taken to one of the back rooms.”

“Mr. Vladimir, you don’t want her, she’s new. Let me get you another girl, one with more experience. Perhaps, Sylvia. You had her before and I’m sure she satisfied you.”

Vladimir turned his head to look at the man who immediately avoided looking into his eyes. “Are you questioning me?”

“No, sir.”

“Then do as I say, now.”

Danica Burke, slender, brown hair with brown eyes lived a life that people only read about or seen in movies. Finally, at the age of twenty, she was out of her step-fathers home, the house of horror. He never sexually abused her, but he did mentally and physically. From the age of ten, she was forced to cook and clean and wasn’t allowed to go to school or have friends. Her mother disappeared a long time ago. Her step-father, Lawrence, a bald, overweight man was a drunk who tied her to the bed at night so that she couldn’t run away. The few times she did try to run away she would be beaten, starved for days. She learned quickly not to talk back or disobey and she longed for the day she could be free of him. Little did she know that what she wished for would be her worst nightmare when she was sold to an underground nightclub. Forced to strip she knew it was just a matter of time before she was made to work the back room.

She was scared, weak and didn’t want to live so after being taken to the club she tried to slit her wrists. But Rudy, the club owner got there in time and stopped her. The first night she had to strip she refused to take off her clothes, earning a beating. She didn’t think that life could get any worse, but then she met him. Vladimir, he was tall, dark and handsome with a body that could stop women in their tracks. But he had this look about him, a cold, evil look that scared the shit out of anyone who was unfortunate to cross his path. Then when he made her a ludicrous proposition she had a big decision to make. But could she go along with it? It was either take him up on his offer or stay at the club, either way, it could destroy her. When Danica stepped out onto the stage wearing a short mini skirt and a white shirt she could hear the crowd breathing hard. Glancing around the room she felt like throwing up when she saw all the sweaty men with their tongues hanging out and their hands down their pants. This wasn’t what she wanted to do but the last time she refused to strip Rudy beat her until she was black and blue. Having been kept as a prisoner in her step-father’s home she never learned to dance and had no rhythm. Her moves were clumsy and out of sync to the music, but she had to try or else she would be made to work one of the back rooms. There she would have to have sex with the clients, sometimes with multiples. She had heard horror stories of what some of the women had to endure by the hands of the evil and perverted.

She had just removed her skirt and top, standing there in just her bra and panties when Rudy came up on stage.

“What are you doing?” he yelled at her.

“I’m doing what you told me to, I’m taking off my clothes.”

“You suck at stripping,” he hissed, dragging her off of the stage and headed into the back. “I have a very important client who wants you in the back room.”

She tried to break free but she wasn’t strong enough. “No, you said as long as I stripped I wouldn’t have to work the rooms.”

“Bitch, you were always going to be put back there.” He opened the door and shoved her, causing her to fall and land on the floor. “If you know what’s good for you you’ll be nice to Mr. Vladimir. Whatever you do don’t look him in the eyes, those who have paid a deep price.” He walked out, slamming the door behind him.

When he slammed the door shut she got to her feet, her eyes going over to the bed. She crossed her arms over her chest to cover her exposed breasts that the bra didn’t cover. She shivered, not from the cold but from fear. There was nothing she could do but surrender, all she could hope for was that the man or men used condoms. ********************

Vladimir made his way to the back of the club, met by Rudy who was standing outside the door waiting for him.

“Mr. Vladimir, the girl is waiting for you. Take as much time as you want and if you need anything else just let me know.”

“What is her name?”

“Danica,” Rudy said, avoiding looking into his eyes.

“Go,” Vladimir said, snapping his fingers. When Rudy left he opened the door and stepped in, shutting the door behind him. His eyes moved up and down her body. Though he was unable to get a good look at her breasts since she was trying to cover them up he liked what he saw. His member twitched, she had a great little body with legs he was going to enjoy having flung over his shoulders. “Remove your arms from your breasts so that I can get a good look at you.” A smile crossed his face when she did what she was told. Her breasts were small, but firm and he knew he could fit one completely into his mouth. Taking off his expensive Italian jacket he placed it over the chair, sitting down on the chair he loosened his tie. “Come, straddle me.” ***

The moment he stepped into the room she knew he was different from the other men that came to the club. The others were much older, fat and bald and smelled of cigarettes and alcohol. But this man was tall, dark complexion and smelled of expensive cologne. The suit he wore looked to have been tailored made, not some cheap shit from a store in the mall. He was handsome, not like the men her step-father brought to the house. He had a thick accent which made him sexier, but there was this look on his face that scared her. She knew then that he was a very dangerous man, one who you shouldn’t cross. She stood there, frozen with fear until he snapped at her.

“I said come here and straddle me.”

Walking towards him on trembling legs she got on his lap, straddling him as he instructed. In order not to slide off his lap she had to place her hands on his shoulders. She could feel how muscular his thighs were between hers and his shoulders were broad. His scent was enough to make her swoon. She turned her head and gasped when he placed his hands on her waist. She could feel the power and strength from his grip.

“Why do you look away from me?” he asked, staring at her.

“I was told not to look you in the eye,” she said, her voice shook from fear.

“You have my permission to look,” he said as he used his thumb to rub over her waist. He liked the feel of her skin, it was so soft, like silk. “How old are you?”

“Twenty,” she replied, still not looking at him.

“Look at me,” he said in a low growl.

She lifted her head up and found herself looking into a pair of deep blue eyes. “I’ll be twenty one next month,” she said, not knowing why she told him this.

“So young, so beautiful,” he said, staring at her breasts. He lowered his head, placing his lips over her quivering breasts. He breathed in her scent, she smelled heavenly, like what he thought an angel would smell like.

Feeling his lips moving softly over her skin she closed her eyes, biting on her bottom lip. She was afraid of this man, afraid of what he was going to do to her and yet her body was responding to him. She could feel the bulge inside his pants getting bigger and harder as it pressed against her. Her breath hitched in her throat when he suddenly and without warning picked her up and laid her down on the bed. Her eyes widened in fear when he got on top of her, his body covering hers. She felt a tingling sensation between her legs. Her core began to throb and it felt like her panties were wet. A soft moan escaped her lips when his mouth went to her neck and he started placing feathery like kisses over her skin. But when he moved his hand down and between her legs she begged him to stop. “Please, don’t do this.”

Placing the palms of his hands down on the bed on either side of her head he looked down at her. “Nobody tells me what to do, why should I listen to you?”

With tears in her eyes, she looked into his. “I’m a virgin.”

Still laying on top of her he looked at the tears that were rolling down her face. “You have never had sex before? Are you telling me that no man has put his cock inside you and fucked you?”

“Yes, there has been no one.”

Getting off her he sat on the edge of the bed, straightening his tie. “Then why are you here, working in a club like this?”

She laid there, feeling exposed but didn’t know if she was to sit up or not. “It wasn’t by choice. My stepfather sold me to Rudy. I was forced to work here.”

He turned his head to look at her. “You don’t belong here,” he said, his eyes moving over her body. “This is good, you are pure. I don’t think I have ever met someone so innocent. You can sit up.” He kept looking at her, he liked the fact that no other man had been inside her or touched her. A thought crossed his mind, she could be the solution to his problem and could give him what he wanted. “Do you wish to get away from this place?” “I would do anything to get away from here,” she said, chewing on her bottom lip.

“I can help you with that. I have a proposition to make to you, one that will benefit both of us. You can think of it as a business deal.”

“What kind of business deal?”

“I will discuss it with you later. Right now I need to go talk to Rudy. You stay here and don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back shortly.” Before he left he noticed she was shivering. Taking off his jacket he wrapped it around her. “This will keep you warm.”

She sat down, feeling the warmth of his jacket on her skin. She was wondering what kind of deal he had planned for her. Was she making a mistake, was she about to make a deal with the Devil? It would be nice to get away from this place but the question was, is what he had planned much worse than the situation she was in now?

Stepping out of the room he told one of his guards that were standing by the door to find Rudy and bring him to the manager’s office. Walking into the office like he owned the place he sat down behind the desk, waiting for Rudy. Picking up the letter opener he checked to see how sharp it was. Just then his man walked in with Rudy, his hand clasped behind the man’s neck and shoved him into the chair.

“Mr. Vladimir has the girl not pleased you?”

Ignoring the question he tapped the letter opener against the desk. “How much did you pay for the girl?”

Rudy stared at what Vladimir held in his hand, wondering if it was going to end up in him. He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Five thousand dollars. But so far she hasn’t been worth it, in time she will, one way or another.”

“I will give you twenty-five thousand dollars for her.”

“She’s fresh meat, the men love someone who is young. I can make a lot of money from her for a few years. No, she is not for sale.”

Vladimir laughed, still playing with the letter opener. “You have misunderstood me. I am not asking, I am telling you.” He got to his feet and walked over to Rudy and behind him. In one swift movement, he placed his hand on the man’s forehead, pulling his head back and placed the sharp object to his neck. “I’m taking her, is that clear?” he asked, digging the opener into his neck just enough to draw a speck of blood.

“Yes, very clear,” Rudy said, feeling a trickle of blood running down his neck.

Vladimir removed the letter opener from Rudy’s neck. “Good boy. I am glad we understand each other. I will take the girl with me now and tomorrow someone will bring you the money.” Looking at his men they walked out, leaving a very scared Rudy to clean the blood from his neck.

Meanwhile, Danica was pacing back and forth. At first, she thought he had changed his mind about taking her away from here but then she remembered she had his jacket. It was way too expensive for anyone to just walk away without it. She jumped when the door opened and he walked in. Clutching the jacket closer to her chest she watched as he shut the door.

“It is done, you are coming with me,” he said, going over he stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers. But first, you must agree to do as I say.”

“You haven’t told me what the deal is.”

“Ah yes, the deal. You will give me a baby.”

Feeling weak she sat down, did she really hear him right?” “What?” she asked, looking at him, waiting for him to explain.

“It’s simple, you will give me a baby, a son. I see you are confused so let me explain. I need a son to take over my business in case something were to happen to me. Once you have provided me with an heir then you will be free to leave. I will give you enough money to live on for the rest of your life. You can go anywhere you wish.”

“You want me to have your baby and then give it up and leave?”

“If you prefer to stay and raise the child you’ll have your own room. But once you give me a child I’ll have no more use for you so sex between us will be no more. You’ll just be living in my home and helping to raise the child.”

“What if it’s a girl, then what?”

“We’ll keep trying until you give me a son.”

“This is crazy, you’re crazy,” she said and regretted saying it when she saw the anger flashing in his eyes.

He walked over, gripping her chin in the palm of his hand. “Never talk to me in this manner again or you will be sorry. I am giving you a chance to have a better life. If you don’t accept my offer then I will leave you here. I think you know what will happen to you if you stay here.” He looked at his watch. “You have less than five minutes to make up your mind.” Letting go of her chin he went and sat down, staring at her. He had a good feeling that she would take him up on his offer, if not then he would leave her here but not before he had sex with her. It would be good for her to get a taste of what would happen to her in a place like this. He checked his watch again, she had two minutes left to decide.