Chapter 4

Heaven knew she felt so nervous as a million thoughts ran through her mind on the type of man she would meet.

A few minutes later, the bald man was back. Sofia left the dressing room with him. He led me to a private lounge before exiting out. The interior was breathtaking; walls aligned with marble stood out and a chandelier stood in the centre of the lounge illuminating it with beautiful dim lights. There was also a mini podium by the centre of the lounge.

Right there seated on a velvet coloured sofa was the tall frame of a man whose one hand was strapped around the waist of a blonde who held a cigarette, puffing the smoke out of her parted lips.

Her breathing got caught in her throat the moment our eyes locked. Those eyes, she remembered them. He was the same man that stared at her the other night, the hoodie man! 

Now seeing him at a closer range, she had a better view of his face. He had the body of a foreign demigod. She didn't expect the boss to be a young man, a handsome one at that!

His suit was a perfect fit as it hugged his arms,showing off his muscles. His dark coloured hair was nicely trimmed. His jawline was sharp and his cheekbones were prominent and pointed.

His lips were pink, plump and kissable, he wore an inviting smile  and under his long eyelashes peeked those cold, piercing brown eyes, colder than ice that stared intently at her. It felt like he was staring deep into her soul. She suddenly felt so naked under his brutal gaze.

"Hey, leave us!" he ordered the blonde who kept on puffing smoke in the air. His tone was dark and commanding.

She creased her face and glared at Sofia but she didn't dare to object to his orders. She stood up with inaudible grumbles and scurried out of the room, her heels clicking against the floor.

Sofia just casted her gaze downwards and stood on the spot, unsure of what to do. She was scared, the way he ordered the blonde to leave, there was no concern for her feelings.

"Sofia Ross, nineteen years old!" His baritone voice boomed after a torturing moment of silence enveloped the atmosphere. “It's so nice to finally meet you, my name is Alessandro LaRosa”

How did he know her full name? And her age? She didn't apply to work there, only Cassie knew her exact age. She didn't care about his name, he should bear whatever he likes.

“Ye..yes? How do you know my name?" Sofia stuttered.

He chuckled and flopped his head back on the sofa. "Believe me, I know a lot more than your name and age” 

Sofia was suddenly plunged into darkness as she stood before this man. She locked her fingers together, trying to control her nervousness.

"I have a lot of things to tell you about yourself and your sick grandmother" He simply stated in that dark tone.

Pearl almost choked on the air on hearing that. How did he know about her grandmother's sickness?

"Ho… how did you know about her health?"

"I keep tabs on people who owe me, including their families" he replied in a low, husky murmur.

She didn't even know how to react. She felt glued to the spot. Knots got tied up in her stomach as his eyes  peered intensely at her.

"Get naked for me!" He ordered shamelessly, he didn't consider the fact that she was still a teenager.

What?That was absurd. She knew she was working as a stripper but she can't do that. Strip in front of him? Never!

"I can't do that" Sofia objected trying to sound brave and stop anxiety from spreading across her body but her trembling voice gave her away.

He chuckled slowly. "You don't have a choice, do it!”.

“I do, I have a choice. It's my body”.

He laughed at her boldness, “Do it, doll! You can't pay back my money with those little things they spray you daily. Let me at least help you" his tone held a mocking aura in it.

His words hit her differently, he was right. For the past one year she had only managed to pay one hundred thousand out of the five hundred thousand. Life was really so tough for her. She still had other bills to pay. 

She gulped and with shaky hands, she began undressing herself whilst he hungrily fed his eyes on every inch of her teen body.

In a few minutes, she was fully naked in front of that ruthless beast.Who does this to a young girl? He didn't even stand up to touch her, his eyes already did the touching as it hungrily took in her body.

"Now go over to the pole and dance for me" He demanded. “Your performance yesterday was great, I want to see something sexier tonight”.

She was consumed by shame and embarrassment. She had let down her dignity as a result of a stupid loan my mother took to waste on her expensive, drinking lifestyle. Goosebumps began covering her bare skin as the cold air slapped against it.

She reluctantly walked over to the stage and held on to a pole. She stared at him, he held a glass of wine and was waiting for her to entertain him.

There was no DJ to play music for her, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, while thinking of a song in her head so she could dance effortlessly.

The whole room was enveloped by silence and only  the sound of her heels clicking against the poles and the ground was heard.

Sofia tightened her eyes,couldn't bring herself to open her eyes and watch him stare at her body. The only thing he would do was stare at her body.

She danced around the pole seductively, swaying her hips to the rhythm of the music playing in her head.

“Stop!"

He commanded after a brief period of time had elapsed, more like after he was satisfied with staring at her body.

Sofia stopped abruptly and breathed heavily, her breasts heaving repeatedly. Sweats dripped all over her naked body.

"Come here, doll!” He ordered, the moment she stopped dancing.

Pearl obeyed as she shamelessly walked over to him. He motioned with his hands for her to come sit on his lap. She stared at him, disgusted by his request.

Was making her strip and dance naked not enough? Why was he bent on humiliating her? Would it make him richer or happier seeing how embarrassed she was?

"Now!” He barked.

A solemn tear fell down her cheek; her body looked calm compared to how tangled her mind was. She heeded to his command. She sat on him and he moved her ass to sit directly on top of his hardened member.

Sofia flinched and felt her face going beetroot red as a result of his hard manhood poking her. What if he rapes her? She let a tear drop as she thought of what would happen next.

"Grind your sexy ass on me!" he said bluntly against her left ear.

This was worse than torture. She felt like a harlot. She wouldn't let any man touch her, not to talk of sitting on his lap and here this man was commanding her like he owned her body.

She closed her eyes and began moving her ass, her waist and her hips slowly against his bulging manhood. 

With every move she took, he groaned deeply. He didn't touch her, instead his hands were kept by both sides of the sofa.

"Oh yes, Go harder!" he slowly groaned in her ear.

She felt so terrified and embarrassed by what she was doing. She just moved her ass repeatedly up and down his hardened member and his groans deepened.

"Fuck Sofia! Give me more of that ass!”

Tears began slipping down her cheeks. She felt so embarrassed but he wasn't even concerned about how she felt.

After a long agonising moment of this gruesome ordeal, he exhaled deeply and chuckled.

"That's enough!”