50 In the Darkness

Nazar Yartsev:

The moment my runaway slipped off the stage after finishing her number, I snapped like a dog off the leash. The blonde whore who had been dragging me somewhere to fuck by the hand got instantly dumped from my attention, zero interest left.

“So, you liked the beauty?” Alex asked smugly and sarcastically, grinning like an idiot and staring at where my Ann had disappeared. “Fucking amazing little thing! I fucked her!”

My instincts kicked in instantly and I lost it. I came back to reality only when some guys pulled me off that unconscious dumbfuck lying on the floor. Around his smashed face, a few snow-white but now bloody teeth were scattered. That bastard won’t be smiling pretty anytime soon.

I see security rush in right away, two massive bouncers. They were about to come at me with some cocky complaint, but then they recognized me and immediately backed off, toning it down.

“Mr. Yartsev, why like that?” Valera said with a hint of reproach, looking at me respectfully. Valerchik and Baby are longtime, familiar clients of mine, part of the local elite biker crowd. I’ve brought them more than one machine on order, all serviced through my own shop.

“Well, my acquaintance here tripped, started falling, and I didn’t manage to lend him a hand in time to save him,” I shrug, nodding toward Alexey sprawled on the floor, already starting to stir and mumble something.

“Ah,” the guard replied with fake understanding, glancing at Alex. “This visitor has been tripping here quite often lately. We apologize that you didn’t manage to prevent his misfortune,” Baby rumbled, as they started lifting the “victim.”

“And one more thing, guys,” I address the brutes, already starting to boil again. “Invite your… Adel-Ann for a private dance for me. Need to have a word with her.”

I don’t know what they saw on my face, but they exchanged a knowing glance.

“Of course,” Valeriy nodded. “But let me remind you, hurting the girls is forbidden here. Otherwise, measures will be taken.”

I nodded. Honestly, that kind of protection from them impressed me. Means nothing happens here against the girls’ will. But that also means nothing happens here without their consent.

And if there is consent? If she wants it, then Alex really could’ve fucked her, and she didn’t mind?!

My jaw tightens with rage. I want to smash and kill everyone in sight as they lead me to the room. Every satisfied guy walking past makes me suspicious. What if he’s satisfied because of Anya? My fists clench. This is getting fucking insane.

Inside, I drop onto the couch reserved for me. The spotlight is aimed at the mini stage, the rest of the room in half-darkness. Darkness is my element.

Slow oriental music starts playing, and then SHE appears—my pain, my torment, my sleepless nights—right in front of me. The one I’ve been dreaming about and suffering over for weeks.

My Ann.

So beautiful. So desirable. Such a… bitch. A brown-eyed witch.

I couldn’t tear my eyes off her performance. My cock turned to stone, my balls tightened and pulled up with impatience, while my teeth and fists clenched from pure rage and outrage.

Just look at what this bitch is doing here! I’m suffering like some pathetic loser, drying out over her, and she’s here… shaking her tits and pussy in front of random idiots and horny jerk-offs! Fucking bitch… my beloved one.

As furious as I was, boiling like a volcano, I was also insanely relieved I found her. And I couldn’t help but admire her.

Anya said she loved dancing, and now I see it myself. Total immersion, total passion. She actually enjoys it and knows exactly what she’s doing.