Chapter 2. First encounter with the boss

Natalie runs down the corridor, feeling that she can escape from this place. Her heart racing, she hurries along, focused on nothing but finding a way out. But her hasty and careless running causes her to crash headfirst into someone's chest.

The brunette falls face down on the floor, then looks up and opens her eyes a little when she sees the intense, dark gaze of a tall, large man in front of her, wearing a dark suit and with a very scary look on his face.

Natalie's eyes met those of the man, who seemed to be some kind of security guard, and if that was true, she was in serious trouble because she would not be able to escape.

"She wants to escape," Natalie heard the squeal of her high heels and then heard that voice that made her tense her body as she held that man's gaze. "She told me herself before she ran away!

"Escape?" The man's voice was much more dangerous than his presence.

"They brought me here against my will," she said rebelliously.

"So what?" Natalie's eyes widened even more when she heard his response.

Out of nowhere, two burly men appeared behind the strange man and ended up picking her up roughly from the floor.

"Why are you doing this to me? I don't want to be here."

But her words were ignored as the man turned and disappeared from the room. Natalie looked at him and then at the two men who were staring at her with frowns. They turned with her in their arms, and that's when she confronted the woman who had betrayed her.

"Did you think you could escape from here?" She steps aside to allow the men to carry her back to the corridor by force.

"Nooooo, noooo, I don't want to be here," Natalie screams desperately as she writhes in the men's hands. "Let me go, you animals.

Ross laughs as he watches them take away the idiot who thought she could leave that place as if nothing had happened.

Natalie's body is carried back into the room and locked inside. The young woman quickly gets to her feet to run to the door, but hears it being locked. She bangs on it a couple of times, feeling helpless.

"No."

[...]

Sonny Martonne lights one of his cigars and takes a long drag, then exhales the smoke and looks out at the bar from the comfort of his office. The reflective glass prevented his customers from seeing inside his office, but he could see absolutely everything.

He looks down and watches his employees working diligently that night. The guards make sure that none of his customers get out of line in public. They know the rules of the bar: in the rooms, they can do whatever they want with them.

Then he saw someone enter who made him frown. It was one of his customers, but at this point, Sonny was not very happy with him because of his extensive debt.

The CEO kept his eyes on him and noticed him taking a seat in the VIP area of the bar, which made Sonny shake his head. He turned around and went back to his chair. Out of nowhere, someone knocked on the door, and Marcelo came in.

"Mr. Martonne, Mr. Giancarlo has arrived."

"I've seen him! I want you to keep an eye on him all night, and I don't want you to give him any of the women.

"Of course, sir. The boys have also brought a new girl tonight."

"I've seen her," Sonny raises an eyebrow as he remembers the sassy girl. "A moment ago, she tried to escape."

Marcelo tenses up upon hearing that his boss had an encounter with the new girl. That didn't usually happen; he generally met them when they were already accustomed to their work.

"It won't happen again, sir."

"She'll stay in her room until she calms down," Sonny replies as he signs some documents. "I don't want her making mistakes and me having to pay the consequences because of her."

"I understand, sir. I'll make sure she doesn't leave."

Sonny remained silent, but as he signed the papers, he thought about those light brown eyes. That girl didn't look like the other girls who were brought to his house. He frowned slightly and stopped signing.

What was he thinking?

Different?

He shakes his head. What he was thinking was absurd.

"I'll withdraw and keep an eye on Giancarlo."

"Right away, sir."

As soon as Sonny is alone, he leans back in his chair and thinks about the way she looked at him so defiantly.

[...]

Natalie kept trying to open that damn door. She had to get out of that house before she ended up being prostituted without her consent. She had heard many ugly things about that place.

And from what she had already seen, the rumors weren't wrong. She kept forcing the door until she heard someone trying to open it and stepped back just as it opened, revealing a plump red-haired woman.

"Hello."

"Who are you?" She looked at her hands and saw that she was carrying a tray of food and a bag.

"My name is Dori, and what's your name?" The young woman smiled at her and walked over to the bed to set down the tray of food. Natalie's stomach growled, but she remained firm. "Don't you have a name?"

The young redhead looks at her with a curious smile. Natalie knows that if she is in this place, it is because she is a prostitute like all the others.

"Do you work here?" Dori tilted her head to one side and smiled.

"Yes."

"Did they bring you here by force?" She frowns and shakes her head.

"Of course not. Here, in this bag are clothes you must wear. When you eat, put them on."

"I don't want to wear any of that. I want to leave here."

Dori walks to the door. Natalie notices that she is wearing a very short dress that leaves little to the imagination.

"You shouldn't have come here if you want to leave."

"I didn't come because I wanted to. They brought me here by force." Dori stops abruptly. It had been a long time since a girl had arrived against her will.

"I'm so sorry," she says, making a move to leave.

"Natalie, my name is Natalie."

The redhead turns her face and smiles at her, then closes the door and locks it. Natalie exhales and looks at the bag and the food. She hadn't eaten anything; she had to eat if she wanted to be strong enough to escape from this prison.

[...]

Dori arrived at the girls' living room, where some were taking a break from the night, others were lazing around, and many others were smoking in a corner.

"So? Where is the girl from? Is what Ross said true, was she brought here by force?

"It's true, she doesn't want to be here."

"Why did they bring someone like that? Girls like that are very complicated," Marla mutters as she takes a drag on her cigarette.

"I don't know what happened, I just did my job with her."

The girls shake their heads. It had been a long time since a girl had been brought to the house of pleasure by force. They were difficult to deal with and convince.

"So what?" Gabi mutters in a corner. "She'll be just another whore at the end of the night, what does it matter?" She stands up, adjusts her dress, and walks to the exit.

"Don't talk so much, Gabi, and go to work. You're just loafing around here."

"Don't give me orders, Marla. You know very well that I'll put you in your place."

"Who are you going to put in their place, you fucking bitch?" The blonde stands up and confronts her.

The two face off, and that's when the front door opens and everyone gets nervous when they see Marcelo at the entrance.

"What the hell are you all doing here gathered together as if this were a conference room? Those whose turn it is, get out right now, or would you rather I impose serious punishments?

"Yes, yes, right away." All those whose turn it is stand up and rush out the door, terrified. Marcelo looks at them over his shoulder and then looks at Dori.

"Did you bring clothes and food to the new girl?"

"Yes, as you ordered."

They exchange a glance, and when she looks down, Marcelo focuses his eyes on the other girls and then turns around and disappears. Everyone present lets out a sigh of relief.

But the only one who didn't was Dori, who was still staring at the door through which he had left.

[...]

Ross smiles sweetly at Giancarlo because when she went to serve him his drinks, he pulled her toward him and she ended up sitting on his lap. The young brunette caresses the man to please him and get him to ask her out. The more men she fucks that night, the more money she can make.

"You're very hot tonight, Ross. Hasn't anyone fucked you tonight?" he asked as he caressed one of her breasts until he squeezed her nipple with his fingers.

"Ahh! But my love, you know you're the only one I love to fuck my pussy, no one else but you," she murmured against his lips, but without kissing him, since the kiss meant the deal was done.

But it is Giancarlo who pulls away from her lips to take his glass and have a drink. The young woman realizes that he is rejecting her, and that pisses her off.

"I heard that fat, greasy guy who can't take his eyes off me fucked you tonight. He's a bastard," she looks at the client and tenses up. Every time that bastard asked for her, no one else wanted to fuck her all night.

"Don't worry, honey," she caresses his cheek, but he forces her to get up abruptly.

"No! I don't want to. Unless you tell me if there's anyone worth it tonight, I could give you a good tip. I know you like good tips."

"Worth it?"

She asks, confused. All the clients knew the girls at the pleasure house by heart.

"Haven't you recruited anyone new?" The young woman's eyes widen as she realizes what he was looking for: exclusivity.

"That's forbidden here! You know I could end up dead for giving you that kind of exclusivity."

Those words made Giancarlo look up and smile at the young man with a wicked grin.

"It means that if there's someone new..." Ross thought carefully before answering, knowing he could get in trouble with his boss. "Answer me, damn it, is there? I'll pay you very well if you give me this information."

"A new girl arrived, and I suspect she's a virgin."

Giancarlo opened his eyes wide and showed great interest in that information.

"Where is she?" Ross began to collect the empty glasses while looking around, careful to be discreet.

"That will cost you a lot, my love. It's not information I can give you so easily." Giancarlo squeezes her wrist tightly, causing her to look at him suspiciously.

"I'll pay you a good tip for that information. I want to be the first to fuck that virgin."

"In that case, I want you to give me the money before I tell you anything. It's not that I don't trust you, my love, but that's how business works around here."

Giancarlo pulls out a small wad of cash and slips it between Ross's breasts, causing her to smile openly at the sight of all that money.

"You better tell me the truth and not lie to me, because all this money I'm giving you won't be in vain, bitch.

You'll get to fuck a virgin for very little money, you should be grateful to me for helping you.

Ross thinks that this innocent little whore needs someone to teach her what she's going to do, and who better than Giancarlo himself, the roughest and dirtiest man alive.