Lily of the Madheart

Chapter Two (Lily)

I've found myself at the mercy of a predator.

I pause at the entryway. Jerry sits in his chair, head down shuffling the papers on his desk around.

"Come in, Lily. Shut the door," he says, deceptively soft. But he might as well have growled at me for how my heart rate spikes.

His office is large, the biggest office space in the two storey club. Which makes sense, because he owns the club, and it's the biggest one in town.

I unfurl my hands from their death grip on the door and walk in, shutting it behind me. I feel like I'm stepping into a cage.

"Take a seat."

I walk up to a chair opposite him and sit. Immediately, the papers are forgotten and Jerry looks up to me.

I know that look.

He stares at me with an animalistic gleam in his eyes, one that leads to a groping/humping session, with however many kisses he can shove down my throat before I escape. Usually it's more dim cause there are others girls around to prey on but we're alone now, something I try my hardest to avoid.

"You're such a beautiful girl Lily." I cringe internally. Those words sound like a prison sentence coming from him. He pauses, his blue eyes still fixed one me and wets his lips. His long brown hair is usually in a slick ponytail that hangs down his back and today is no different. "And more than a few of our patrons have noticed that."

Patrons. A better description for most of them, especially the ones that frequent the VIP rooms, would be disrespectful, entitled, perverted little pricks.

"And a subsection of them accepted paying a lot more than our usual going rate for you," he says slowly. He puts his hands his hands on his chin, pretending to think before continuing, "so, when I think about it, you're technically loosing me money."

My stomach sinks and my fingers dig into my lap. "That's not good, Lily."

I found out that the voluntary part of the s*x work here is a load of bullshit, and unfortunately, that was after I borrowed eighty thousand from him.

The girls are threatened until they leave or finally cave. Especially the girls like me, from the orphanage who usually don't have anything to fall back on. I don't regret taking the money but maybe I'd find somewhere else to get it if I'd known the situation it'd put me in.

"Is it?" he asks, c*****g his head.

I know what he wants me to say and I say it. "No Jerry, it's not."

"I'm going to need you to take your pick of them, Lily. Once a week. Well, except you want me to pick for you."

There are big windows which overlook the city. They lead onto a small balcony and mean there's usually a cool, fresh breeze circulating the room which I'm thankful for now.

I have nothing against s*x work, it puts food on the table of those that do it, but I don't want to be forced into it. And very soon, it won't be just once a week. My heart drops but still, I nod.

"Or. . . " Jerry dangles, grinning.

I force myself to cover the spark of hope but I really don't want to leave. The girls here are civil to me at best, the hours are tiring especially because I ask for extra shifts and the men . . . lord the men are wild animals.

They paw at me like I exist solely for their satisfaction, poke at my flesh and tug at my dress because it's somehow funny to them to see me scramble to hold on to the tiny fabric. They lash out, often physically and at the slightest provocation, talk more of when I refuse their advances. Thank goodness for the security because they still try to take what they want. A few girls have gotten seriously hurt and they pay a fine. They don't even get banned sometimes.

But it pays good here. There aren't many places who'd hire a twenty three year old with only a high school degree for nearly that much.

"Or you could be my personal little plaything."

I just manage to keep the gasp in my throat. The spark of hope vanishes as if I dumped ice cold water on my head. I genuinely don't know who's better. The men out there or the one in here.

I look up from my hands into his sinister grinning face. At this moment, I'm leaning towards the ones out there, simply because they're outside this closed room. I've heard stories about what Jerry likes to do to women.

"What do you say, honey?"

I know Jerry has a thing for me because when he hired me, he let me wear a dress. Albeit one that barely covered my ass or t**s and leaves my back open, but most of the other girls have to wear what they call lingerie but would be better described as strings.

And he'd allowed it for just a kiss too. Gossip in backrooms said Jerry didn't do favours until you had at least sucked him off, twice.

"Just for me," he stands, the dull scrape of the heavy chair on the carpet ringing in my head. My hands dig deeper into thighs.

Jerry comes to stand over me and softly places his hand on my shoulder. He's a tall man, and the feeling of him looming over me makes me feel like a hamster before an eagle swoops down on it. I shrink into the chair. "I'd treat you so good, baby."

He leans down and kisses the top of my head, then my neck. I gather every bit of patience, especially cultivated over the course of working here, and hold myself still.

"I need to think about it a little, Jerry," I force out, my voice cracking on his name.

A hand moves from my shoulder, snaked around to my neck and squeezes. He sometimes does this but this time, fear blossoms in my belly at the thought that I might have offended him and he won't let go. I've seen girls turn blue in his hands.

But he does. His hands go to my shoulders again, patting them twice. "I'd say the end of the week should be enough for you to think about it, shouldn't it?"

That wasn't a question, he's giving me till the end of the week - four days - before he takes what the hell he wants. And I know what he wants. Yet, again, I nodded. "Yes, Jerry."

He kisses me, shoving his tongue down my throat. It's unpleasant but I wait a bit before breaking the kiss. He starts kissing down my neck, moaning in my ear. I wait a beat before I mutter, "I gotta get back to work."

He finally steps back. "Alright, baby."

I flee from his office straight to the back rooms.

The girls whisper as I walk in and it doesn't take a genius to realize who they're talking about, especially since Cherry keeps glancing at me while speaking to Pinky and Natalie.

It's probably speculation about Jerry and I, usually is. Although this time, it might not be far from the truth. I sigh. What the hell am I going to do?

I head straight for my locker at the back and get stopped in my tracks.

A big banner is glued on my locker. It's so big it covers the lockers around it. In bold red it reads, 'My name is Lily and I act better than Jesus himself but I'm actually a panty-licking, dirty slut that loves multiple d***s in her ass. s**t in my mouth, pretty please.'

My hands begin to shake. I'm going to be the talk of the backroom for days.

First Jerry, then this right after makes me want to scream. Why now? Why f*****g now? I'm so tired.

I can't do anything about Jerry right now but the b***h that did this isn't so lucky.

I spin around and ask loudly, "Who the f**k did this?"