Between Witches and Wolves

Chapter 6: F**k You Tony!

Ellie

I lean against my locker and try to relax.

What the hell was up with those guys?

Especially the quiet one.

A shiver runs through my body. I swear I can still feel his eyes on me, tracking my every move.

Creep-ass guys from out of town.

I feel my wolf stir inside me.

Right.

I haven’t taken the remedy this week, and the guys who walked in right before I came to the back looked like they could be shifters.

Sorry, girl, but I can’t have them sniffing you out.

I take a small amount of the remedy from my locker and swallow it down. It isn’t enough to make her go completely silent like before, but it should at least make me smell human.

I feel her settle deeper into my mind. She’ll fall into a deep sleep for an hour or two before coming right back.

I think she’s happy I didn’t take much.

Nicole, another one of the dancers, gets up from her chair at the break room table.

“All right, my break is over. See ya out there, Ellie.”

She waves as she leaves.

As soon as she walks out, Tony walks in.

And what the hell do you want?

I don’t even try to hide the annoyance on my face.

“I have a job for you.” He smirks. “We have a special guest at the club tonight who has paid handsomely for just one small dance from you.”

I immediately get a bad feeling.

“I don’t do dances, Tony, and you know that. I don’t care how much he gave you.”

I give him the same answer I always do, but he doesn’t back down.

“Even if I give you two thousand?”

Fuck...

That’s a lot of money.

For a split second, I actually consider it.

Then I shake the thought from my head.

“No, Tony. Give the man his money back. You know I don’t do dances.”

I turn back toward my locker and start putting the lock back on.

Then I hear a click behind me.

Was that the door locking?

“So, you’re going to make me do this the hard way, are you?”

Suddenly, Tony is right behind me.

I freeze.

What the f**k?

He grabs my shoulder and spins me around before pinning me against the lockers.

“I really didn’t want to have to do this, you know. But you’re leaving me no choice.”

His hand lands on my thigh.

I immediately swat it away.

“What the hell are you talking about, Tony?”

He smiles.

My stomach drops.

Now I really have a bad feeling about this.

He leans his head next to mine and brushes my hair to the side.

I can feel his breath on my ear and neck.

I hold back a gag.

I can’t feel my wolf.

The remedy is in full effect.

Damnit.

I try to push him off of me, but he doesn’t budge.

If anything, he leans into me harder.

He moans in my ear.

“You see, Ellie, I run this club. What I say goes. I have let you get away with not doing what you are told long enough.”

Suddenly, his left hand is on my throat.

I can still breathe, but if I try to scream, nothing will come out.

“Now. I said you would give this man a lap dance, and he will be getting one from you one way or another.”

His right hand slides up my skirt.

No.

No..

No...

I try to protest, but the words can’t make it out.

“You will do what I say, or,” his fingers slowly slide over my underwear.

“I can make it to where you don’t have a choice.”

He starts rubbing his fingers over my underwear and moans in my ear again.

I try to call out.

He tightens his left hand around my throat.

“Shhhhhhh. We can’t have that now, Ellie.”

He presses his c**k to my right leg, and I can feel it throbbing through his jeans.

No, please no.

I don’t want this.

Please get off of me.

I can’t stop begging for him to stop in my head as tears start to fall.

I try clawing at his hand around my throat, but he doesn’t care.

“Now this is how things are going to go. You will change into a bikini top and walk your pretty ass out of here and give our guest his lap dance. Or,”

He slides a finger under my underwear and tightens his grip on my throat.

He gently rubs over my v****a, careful not to slip between my lips.

I want to scream, but I can’t make a sound with how tight he is holding my throat.

“I will choke you until you pass out, f**k that p***y until you until I fill you with my c*m, and then shoot that pretty little arm of yours up with some heroin. When you wake up, you’ll be high as f**k and no longer a precious virgin. I won’t pay you a dime, and you will walk out there completely f*****g naked and f**k that man right there on the floor, if that’s what he wants. And be begging me for more before the night is over. Got it?”

He pulls his hand out from under my skirt and loosens his grip on my neck.

“So what’s it going to be?” He asks as he unbuttons his pants.

“I’LL GO!” I almost scream it out at him.

Tears streaked down my face.

Terror filled me, and the feel of him on me forever burned in my memory.

“Good girl. That’s what I like to hear.”

He buttons his pants back and pulls out a wad of cash.

“Here, your cut for the dance. And here, wear this.”

He slings a bikini top at me and five hundred dollars.

“I thought you said he paid two thousand?” I ask before thinking.

“That was before you decided to be a little s**t about it. You’ll take that five hundred, or we can pick up where we left off.”

He smiles while rubbing his b***r through his pants.

“Fine,” I say back.

Too scared to push him anymore.

Fuck you, Tony.

I swear one day I’ll make you pay for this.

“Well. I better go get Tiff to suck me off before I go back out. She’ll do anything for a hit.”

He laughs and leaves the room.

As soon as he leaves, my knees hit the floor.

I start sobbing.

I can’t believe he was about to r**e me and shoot me up with drugs.

I can’t believe it.

I knew he was a nasty f*****g prick, but I never thought he would actually ever do anything.

Tiff walks in.

She sees me crying on the floor.

“Ahh, so that’s why he wants one tonight. Guess he finally gave you the talk?” She asks while lighting a cigarette.

“What?”

How did she know what Tony just did?

“Yeah, it happens to all of us eventually. I see you didn’t fight back. Good. Wouldn’t want you turning out like me.”

She inhales the cigarette and shows me her arms.

Scars from shooting up heroin are visible.

I just stare.

I can’t believe what I’m seeing.

“So all the girls here that are hooked on that stuff, is it his doing?”

“Oh yeah. He does the same routine with all the girls here once he knows they have no other options for work. He knows you can’t afford to lose the job or turn him in. He’s r***d at least five girls here. Amber didn’t fight him when he told her to start dancing on the pole, so she got out of it. He did force her to take customers to bed, though, since he knew she wasn’t a virgin.”

Shock is all I can feel.

I can’t believe this is where my life has led me.

I wipe away my tears and pull myself off the floor. I put the money in my locker and try to fix my makeup.

Since I was crying, I wiped off some of my foundation.

My freckles are visible.

I don’t even care.

If he fires me, then good.

I never want to come near this place again.

Tiff walks up and pats me on the shoulder.

“You’ve got this, kid. Just promise not to push him. Just do a dance here and there so you don’t wind up being another one of his whores.”

She puts out her cigarette, and Tony opens the door.

“Come on, Tiff. I don’t have all night. Run that mouth on my d**k instead of wasting words. Or do I need to f**k you shitless instead?”

With that, he leaves.

I look at Tiff.

This is my fault.

She wouldn’t have to do anything but work if I would've just agreed to begin with.

“Not your fault, Ellie. He usually does much worse. Guess he has already got his rocks off touching you some, since all he wants is a blow job."

That's the last thing Tiff says as she walks out, pulling her hair up into a bun.

I grab the bikini top off the floor and head into the bathroom.

I change out of my tank top and put it on. The damn thing is so tiny that my boobs look like they could spill out at any second.

This has to be a child’s size if my C cups are bulging out of it this much.

I take one last look at myself in the mirror.

A small whimper breaks the silence.

It took me a second to realize it came from me.

My pride and dignity feel shattered as I stare at my reflection. I can’t even feel my wolf there to comfort me.

Maybe that’s for the best, though.

I don’t know if feeling her pain and rage on top of my own would make tonight any easier.

“I better get out there before Tiff finishes him off and he comes back for me.”

I don’t even bother trying to fake a smile as I leave the break room and make my way back toward the bar.

Josh notices me immediately. His eyes widen as he takes in the change of outfit.

“You okay? What are you wearing?”

Concern is written all over his face.

“Did Tony tell you who the ‘special guest’ was?” I ask, venom coating every word.

Josh points toward table one—the three weirdos from earlier.

“He said the blond in the middle.”

He pours three more drinks and hands me the tray.

Josh knows me well enough to realize I’m in no mood to talk about whatever happened back there, so thankfully, he doesn’t push.

I take the tray and start walking toward the table.

The blond is the one who’s been watching me all night.

The second I step into view, his eyes lock onto me.

Here we go...