reluctantly meet his.
“It would be so easy for you to pay for college, Astrid. You could pay it off in just one week, really, if you worked really hard and were a good girl for your Johns. Just one week, and you’d make a small fortune. And then I know you’d be hooked,” he says. “Now watch, and I’ll show you how easy it’d be to make twenty… thousand… dollars in one night.”
Kristin sits on the side edge of the bed, and Randy reaches down, gripping her knees, and jerks her thighs apart, moving closer to stand between her legs. He unbuckles his belt, his eyes coming to meet mine for a moment as he pulls it from the loops of his black dress pants, turning back to Kristin’s as he drapes it around her neck like a scarf.
Her tears come out faster, and something tells me either she’s been through this “training” before and knows what’s going to happen, or she’s heard the stories from other girls. Because why else would she be crying so hard? If she’s already an escort on the third tier of the club, then why would she mind sleeping with her boss? I see the wad of cash already on the nightstand next to the bed. Just as Crystal said, the girl is paid before the night begins. No, she must be this distraught because she knows what’s going to happen isn’t something she wants, isn’t something she’s agreed to. And she’s helpless against it.
She’s never been nice to me, always catty and rude. It’s awkward when I have to do her makeup, having to touch her and be close, right in her face, while I’m working. But I’d never wish something bad to happen to the woman, especially something she sees coming and has no power against it.
With Randy looking at Kristin as he unbuttons his pants and slides down the zipper, I frantically glance around, trying to find a way to escape. There is a wall of windows, but we’re on the second floor high above the ground. I’d kill myself trying to get out of one before he could catch me.
“On your knees,” he suddenly barks, making me jump as my eyes return to the two people across the room. With her hands behind her back, it’s difficult for her to maneuver herself up onto the bed, and I wince, sucking in a startled breath as he slaps her ass when she apparently doesn’t move fast enough for his taste. A red handprint immediately rises on her flesh, and a flash of my own welts from a year ago fills my mind.
He climbs on the mattress behind her once she’s on her knees in the center of the huge bed, and he takes hold of her hips, spinning her so that I see them in profile. He obviously wants me to have a good view of what he’s going to do to her, and I grow nauseous at the pure evil that’s taken over his every feature.
He grasps hold of the back of her neck, and her whimper breaks my heart as he forces her to bend over, but since her hands are tied behind her back, she can’t catch herself with her arms, so her face is shoved into the mattress, her ass high where his hand still grips her hip.
He takes out his cock, not an overly massive one, but one that would still hurt if forced inside an unwilling hole, and he does just that.
As he begins to pound into her with no preamble, no sort of foreplay to warm her up and prepare her for the intrusion, he lets go of her hip and takes hold of his black belt around the back of her neck. Her face turns toward me, her eyes widening to saucers, begging me to do something, anything, as she begins to scream behind the gag. I watch in horror as he loops the end of the belt through the silver buckle that gleams in the light of the extravagant chandelier above the bed, and then he pulls it all the way through until it’s tight around her throat.
He wraps the long tail around one hand, holding it like a leash now as he uses it to pull her into him as he fucks her so hard I feel it making my own womb hurt. When I look back at her face, her lips have turned almost purple, and I know I have