Page 16 of Dollhouse

Ready or not, here I come.

Time is going by painfully slow tonight.

Most nights seem to speed by, but this night is going so slow and feels as if it’ll never end.

I’ve done four lap dances, two VIP rooms, and have been on stage twice, and it’s still only half past eleven.

Fuck my life and my aching feet.

I wasn’t supposed to work this weekend, but one of the dancers called me and asked me to cover for her because her kid had caught the flu. She’s a single mom, so I agreed. Now here I am. Working my sixth day in a row when all I want is to desperately climb into bed and sleep for a week straight.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy working. Dancing has always been an important part of my life and I enjoy my job, but sometimes I need a break. Do I plan to be a stripper forever? No. But until I figure out what I want to do, this is it. For the first time in my life, I have control over my future and the freedom that I’ve always longed for. I’m not worried about the future; I’m living in the present and enjoying every fucking second of it.

The money at Sinners is good, and since I’m not a lavish spender, I have built a comfortable savings account to survive for a couple of months. Having financial security is important to me. I’ve been at the lowest of lows and highest of highs, and I’ll never go back to that. To the person I was before.

Cecelia found me a few minutes ago to tell me I had another VIP dance, and I’ve been taking my time walking across the club to the VIP rooms.

Tonight, my ass is a little more covered. I’m wearing a sheer red baby doll chemise that makes my already incredible tits look even better, and a matching red thong underneath. My stilettos are black, and I look like a sexy housewife that any man would be lucky to come home to and have his way with.

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My VIP danceis in room six. The area I’ve been thinking about nonstop.

As I approach the room, the first thing I notice is that there’s not a security guard standing in front. It’s busy and we’re short-staffed, so I don’t stress too much about it. Security will be by soon, it’ll be fine. Cecelia probably hasn’t told them that there are clients in this room yet.

Knowing security will be here soon and that I have a panic button if needed, I walk inside the room, gasping when I discover the room is nearly pitch black. The music is already playing loudly and the only light is a faint soft yellow glow from the stage that illuminates the pole. An eerie feeling creeps down my spine and makes my skin crawl. The ominous feel of the room has me on edge.

With a deep breath to steady my nerves, I put one foot in front of the other until I reach the stage. I’ve been in this room dozens of times; I know my way around even in the dark with only a soft glow to guide me. The room is too dark to tell if anyone is here yet, so I can only assume I’m not alone.

Reaching the stage, I lift my foot ready to step onto the platform just as something is placed over my head, and I’m enclosed in complete darkness, the faint light of the stage now gone. My back is pressed against a hard warm body and a hand covers my mouth.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I kick my foot back, the pointed heel of my shoe stabbing into the shin of the person behind me. The man grunts, but doesn’t release his grip from me. It only causes him to tighten his hand around my mouth. He’s squeezing my jaw so tightly that I can’t scream or bite. My heartbeat quickens as fear sets in. The music fades as the sound of my heartbeat becomes my sole focus.

He found me.

I scratch at the hands of the fucker that’s manhandling me, only to have my arms jerked painfully behind my back. He holds my wrists together effortlessly with one hand. With my arms behind me, he eases his grip and slides his hand around my small waist, pressing me tightly against his chest so that my arms are pinned and there’s no chance of moving.

My body is lifted from the ground, so I kick and continue kicking. I know I land a good few kicks, but he doesn’t falter. He’s carrying me, and when I feel the cold air hit my skin, my body goes rigid.

I can hear cars in the distance, so I know we’re outside. Whoever the fuck just kidnapped me is silent. I hear heavy footsteps, but not a word is spoken.

What the actual fuck is going on here? This can’t be happening. I can’t be someone’s prisoner… not again. Fear encompasses my nerves and my mind goes to those dark places, wondering who the fuck has taken me. What do they want with me?

Surely, they can’t get very far, right? There must be someone outside witnessing this, or someone from the club has to notice that I’m gone… right?

Fear of the unknown has me shaking uncontrollably, and I’m all too aware of the fact I’m barely clothed.

Without being able to speak or see, my hearing is heightened. I hear a car door open and then I’m set down on my feet, but a rough calloused hand on my shoulder and the hand over my mouth prevents me from being able to run. “I’ll remove my hand, but don’t scream. Nod if you understand,” a deep voice says against my ear, sending shivers down my spine and leaving goosebumps on my exposed flesh.

Quickly I nod, and just as he said, he removes his hand from my mouth. I don’t move, just stand there shivering with god-knows-what over my head and stay completely still while my heart’s beating rapidly in my chest. The hand that was on my mouth is now resting on my back, and I shift from his touch just as I’m shoved forward.

I fall with a squeal, and a second set of hands grabs me and pulls me toward another warm body, sitting me on a lap. A mans lap no doubt. My back is against his chest, and his hands are wrapped tightly around my waist, pinning my arms down to my sides. The door closes, and I jerk sideways when the car hurriedly speeds away.

I feel like my heart is galloping in my chest, and I’m hyperventilating, choking on my sobs.

Holy fuck. These fucks kidnapped me and are taking me away from the club.

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