"What?" I snapped, crossing my arms across my chest.
"Back room. Now."
"For what?" My eyes flashed in panic, my mind trying to absorb the words.
He yanked the curtain back and nudged me past it with his hand on my back. "I don't ask, sweetness. I just facilitate the transactions."
"I'm not going back here," I halted and tried to go back out. Pete grabbed my arm with his punishing grip, certain to leave bruises.
"Youwillgo back there. If not, I'll bring your mama over here and make her recoup your losses. And that would take her a while," he said quietly in my ear, yet the threat was loud and clear.
Comply or Mom would pay the price.
The curtain moved and Reynolds walked through, a slight smile on his face as his eyes trailed down my body, making me shiver.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my eyes wide at the situation unfolding before me.
"We can discuss it in private," Reynolds said, his eyes going dark with desire.
I shook my head furiously. "I'm not going back there with you!"
Pete yanked on my arm. "Listen here, you little bitch. This man is a paying customer. And you will go back there, or I swear I'll drag your mother in here by her hair. And when she's choked on ten different cocks, I'll make her do it all over again."
I swallowed thickly and gritted my teeth. Panic was setting in as I accepted my fate. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes at the shitshow that was my life. I was going to have to do this, do something, with him. My teacher.
Reynolds licked his lips as he watched me struggle with Pete, forcing me to continue down the hallway to a room of his choosing. Pete pushed me through the door and I landed on a couch. I stood up and pulled my skirt down since it had ridden up in the tussle.
I looked around the room and tried to keep myself calm. It was dimly lit, and on one side was a large bed with red sheets and restraints attached to the headboard. I shuddered at the sight next to the bed–a table filled with a variety of dildos in all different sizes and a Costco-sized bottle of lube. On the other side–boxes of condoms, ball gags, handcuffs. There were different kinds of whips and other weapons hanging on the wall.
What the fuck did I get myself into?
"What's your poison?" Pete asked. "Lap dance? Blow job?"
A tear fell from my eye and I wiped it away quickly as Reynolds continued to stare at me. Sick fucks like Pete and Reynolds would love to see me cry. Even with clothes on, I felt naked. Completely exposed.
"I just want some time with her."
"How much money you got? Cash only."
He pulled his wallet from his back pocket and took some bills out, handing the stack to Pete.
"Five hundred? For this prime pussy? You gotta be kidding me. She's worth at least two thou for a fuck. Three if she's fighting it."
I rolled my eyes and squeezed my hands, digging my nails into my skin.
"I'm not fucking her for the first time in this place." Reynolds looked around the room and cringed. "I just..." He touched my arm with his fingertips and I jerked away from him. "I want to touch her."
"Shit. Fucking weirdos I deal with," muttered Pete. "How much was that watch?"
Reynolds clasped his hand around his wrist. "It was a gift from my mother."
"Give me the watch and the cash and you can do whatever you want to her for fifteen minutes. But no fucking," Pete said with his hand out.
I breathed out in relief. I could handle whatever he did to me, but the thought of his dick inside me made my skin crawl. It made my stomach turn acidic and threaten to spill out on the floor.
"Only fifteen minutes?"
"You should've brought more money. This little sex pot right here is pulling in big interest from my clients in Castle Grove. Everybody's itching for a taste."