The Lycan King's Game

VEE’S POV

Tardiness was one of my best qualities. I am late to practically everything, my sister would always tease me by saying I would be late even to my own wedding.

I don’t doubt that.

If I came to work on time I would have finished cleaning this room and would not have to endure the dirty, lustful look this old man was giving me.

“I would give you hundred bucks if you give me a blow job, two hundred if you make me cum,” his face crinkled as a grin appeared on his shriveled face. A bout of nausea crawled up my throat as the old man licked his lips, exposing his toothless mouth.

I swallowed and flashed a polite smile. “No thank you,” I replied as I made my way to the bathroom to clean it up as quickly as possible and get out of here. The down side to being a cleaner in a hotel, was that every dick and harry would hit on me and I could not do anything to shut them down. The hotel management would take their customers side, after all the customer is always right.

If I could, I would beat the bastard up with my mop stick. The man was old enough to be my grandfather. I might be broke and underpaid, but I am not that desperate to the extent of sucking on a shriveled dick. My twin sister would roll on her stomach when I tell her about this.

“Come on baby,” his throaty voice came from behind me and I immediately spun around, panic crawling up from the pit of my belly. I made to run out of the bathroom, but his huge frame took up most of the space at the door making it difficult for me to escape him.

I picked up my mop, holding it in a defensive position. “Please sir, stay away from me,” I shrieked as my heartbeat spiked.

“I can give you five hundred bucks,” he said as he pulled his shorts down exposing his shriveled penis hiding between his balls and bush, a very unpleasant sight that was. I looked away immediately.

“You need the money and I need to cum, it is a win win situation for both of us.”

He made to touch me and without thinking I pushed him, causing him to fall on his back. I quickly left the room, leaving the man and my cleaning cart behind.

Only when my racing heart had calmed down did I realize what I had just done. I could get fired if this man reports me to the manager. He was one of the hotel’s highest paying customer, always booking the honeymoon suit for the weekends.

I considered going to report the man instead, maybe if I went first I might be able to save my job. I bit my nails nervously as I paced about the room.

Or I could just go back in and apologize.

Nope. I would never apologize to that psycho.

Instead, I marched down to the janitor’s closet, where I hid until my shift was over. Then, I changed into my clothes and was about sneaking out of the building when my manager’s voice roared from behind me.

“Vee, to my office now!”

Fuck.

I have only been to Tom’s office once, since I started working here six months ago, and that was for my job interview. Yes, there is an actual interview to determine if you are qualified to mop floors and clean bathrooms while taking shit from perverts.

Tom pressed his owl glasses on his nose, while flipping through the paper in his hands.

“Sir I….”

“Don’t bother. You are fired.”

“What?” I squeaked surprised at how quick Tom was to fire me, even without asking what happened.

“You assaulted a customer.”

“That sicko was trying to force me to give him a blow job!” I shrieked in surprise.

“So? You give your boyfriend blowjob all the time don’t you? What is it with women and making a big deal out of nothing?” he put the paper down and looked at me for the first time since I entered his office. “You are lucky he isn’t pressing charges.”

There was no point arguing, I decided. “I hope you burn in hell!” I said and marched out of his office.

***

I got ice-cream and the cheapest bottle of wine on my way home. They were very essential for crying about how much my life sucks. When I got home, my sister was curled up in the couch watching TV.

“Hey babes, what’s up?” she briefly looks at me before returning her attention to the television.

“I got fired.”

“It was a shitty job anyway,” she shrugs. Her eyes falls on the bag in my hand and a smile appears on her face. “I will get glasses,” she said running into the make tiny kitchen of our trailer. I put the bag down on the table and go to change my clothes.

By the time I returned to the parlor, she was already eating the ice-cream. I collapse into the empty space beside Vera and filled up the two glasses with wine.

“What are we going to do now?” I ask, taking a sip of my wine.

“What we always do, survive,” Vera replied, giving my hand a soft squeeze.

I sigh. Joblessness was a luxury I could not afford. Other children get trusts, inherit money and estate from their fathers, I inherited my father’s debts.

Our mother had been so sick, my father had to mortgage the house in other to pay her hospital bills. She died a few days after our eighteenth birthday. Our father had been so heartbroken he took up gambling and drinking as a fun therapy, two years after our mother passed, he overdosed and died with a bottle of vodka by his side.

The bank took our house, and we moved into our late aunt’s trailer. I have been doing a lot of jobs ever since just to be able to pay our bills. Vera could barely hold a job down, she wasn’t much of a hard worker, nope, she was too pretty for that.

Even though I and Vera were identical twins, she was the pretty one, with her long, wavy chestnut hair and sparkly blue eyes and a smile that could light up the whole world.

She still nurses dreams of going to Hollywood and becoming a movie star. And she would fit right in amongst snobby actresses.

I, on the other hand, had zero fashion sense, my chestnut hair was always packed in a messy bun and the only thing sparkly about my blue eyes was the occasional tears whenever I felt overwhelmed.

Despite the differences between us, Vera was the best sister I could have ever wished for.

I placed my empty glass on the table and rested my head on Vera’s thigh and she began stroking my hair just like our mother used to.

I had almost dozed off when the banging on the door startled me awake. I and Vera exchanged surprised glances. When the banging started up again, Vera picked up a bat and before I could decide whether or not to open the door, the door was kicked in.

Three large men stepped in, followed by an average man wearing one too many gold chains and frizzled blonde hair. The four men were heavily tattooed, one of them even had ink on his face.

“Hello beautiful ladies,” the frizzled blond said, smiling widely and exposing his gold teeth. “You were quite difficult to find,” he added.

“We already called the police and they would soon be on their way here,” Vera bluffed.

“The more the merrier, right boys?” he grinned. I figured the blonde one was the boss and the huge men behind him, were his security or something.

“What do you want?” I managed to ask.

“What belongs to me,” he replied.

I and Vera exchanged confused looks. “We don’t have anything that belongs to you,” I say.

“Oh but you do. My name is Valkor and your father owes me a lot of money. So unless you have fifty grand lying around to pay me, you and your sister belong to me.”

What the….