Trapped Between Two Enemies

3: S*x and Alcohol

Janelle's POV

I arrived at the company's cafeteria, settling down at my favorite spot which was empty as usual. The other workers never dared to occupy my table because they were all afraid of me.

I bowed my head over the lunch table, trying to recover from the sedatives. But the waitresses at the counter wouldn't stop interrupting my nap.

“Do you think Janelle's seeing anyone? I haven't seen a man around her in months.” Lilly reasoned.

“Didn't you hear? She got engaged to Darren Smith. I heard she was forced to accept his proposal.”

“Poor thing, she doesn't even have friends to comfort her after losing her brother. She must be so sad and lonely.”

Susan scoffed.

“Please don't pity the slut. She enjoys living an isolated life, because she believes that everyone is after her father's wealth.”

“But do you think she hires male prostitutes? She can't possibly have starved herself for this long…”

At this point, I could not control my temper. I grabbed a cutlery, storming towards the duo. I could feel my insides burning with anger as I slammed my hand against the counter, startling them.

“What the f**k did you say?” I screamed, staring daggers at the waitresses.

That's Susan and Lilly. They used to be my friends at highschool, but I guess they were always jealous of me. I mean, Lilly's harmless, but Susan is an envious b***h who probably wants me dead.

“Uhm, we were just talking about how cute your dress looks. Right, Lilly?” Susan seethed, she was obviously lying.

“Y_Yeah, of course. It's so beautiful. Where did you get it?” Lilly asked, stammering with every breath.

I stooped low, and with a single thrust, I stabbed the counter with the kitchen knife I was holding. The entire cafeteria had become silent as the workers stopped eating their lunch, to watch us.

“The next time you have something to say about me, say it to my face. Do you understand?” I seethed, glaring at their powdered faces.

Ever since they got this job at my dad's company, they've been spreading gossip about me. They probably don't realize that I helped them get those jobs, and I can take it away whenever I wish.

“Yes ma!” They chorused, I could feel the hate in Susan's gaze which she lowered away from mine.

“Good.” I seethed, turning away from them.

“And Lily, if my s*x life bothers you so much, then yes, I use male prostitutes.” I spat, turning back to face them.

I bent forward to whisper into her ear.

“You should give me your boyfriend's number. Maybe I'll pay him to f**k me, so he'll raise enough money to buy his girlfriend a pair of shoes.” I winked, leaving her speechless as I headed for my office.

Maybe they're right. I didn't have a man because I didn't need one. They're all liars, cheats and rapists. I should start using male prostitutes whenever I get horny. I'll just pay them to lay blindfolded on the hotel bed, with their d***s hard enough for me to ride until I climax.

Maybe that's where I need to be, not at this god-damned company that reminds me of Darren. I can't believe the coward didn't show up today.

I grabbed my phone, ordering an Uber as I strode out of the structure towards the parking lot. Maybe some s*x and alcohol will reduce this mental stress.

*****

My mind had become mush as I gulped down more and more glasses of Hennessy.

“Just give the the f*****g bottle.” I commanded, tossing a ball of cash at the bartender.

The music had begun to fade, and the noise in the room had begun to blend in with my senses.

I was free, dancing seductively on the dance floor. My eyes darted around the club to see a number of gazes directed at me. I can't blame them, I'm f*****g hot.

Also, the skimpy clothes around my boobs and ass failed to hide my curvaceous body.

I made eye contact with the various men as I swayed my hips, looking for the most handsome man to signal.

‘Hmm, nice hair, but too short. Nope, those muscles are way too huge. Tall, well built and nice lips, but he's looking a bit creepy...’

He began to make his way through the crowd as he stared at me, spreading his lips into a flirty smile. I must've stared at him for too long. The disco lights painted rainbow colors on his face and hair, as he strode forward in my direction.

“Damn! You make that dress look good.” He complemented, slightly moving his body along with the sound of the beats.

He was clad in an armless cloth, highlighting his well-shaped muscles which blended with his large chest and broad shoulders. He's the kind of man that's strong enough to pound me properly, while holding my entire body up in the midair.

“Thanks. But I look a lot sexier without it.” I brazenly said, taking a spin to advertise my sumptuous curves.

“f**k! I'd pay a fortune to see that.” He seethed, eyeing my body.

Okay, that's cute, but I didn't need his money. I was the daughter of a wealthy CEO with a personal bodyguard that probably earns more than he does.

“How about I show you for free? But on one condition.”

“Anything for you hunny.”

“I just need to know if you're huge enough to handle me.”

With the sound of that, he drew closer, slipped his arm around my waist, and pulled me forward. His lips blew off the hair covering my neck, nibbling my earlobe.

He grabbed hold of my hand, making me feel his chest and abs until my palms collided with his c**k. My fingers groped it, feeling its head and length through the fabric of his pants.

“I'm as solid as a rock.” He whispered.

He was telling the truth. His hammer was huge, hard, and half the length of his thigh. I could feel it swelling as it throbbed with energy due to my touch.

“Not bad.” I said, gently stroking it in vertical motions.

Honestly, I had never touched a d**k that's this huge. But I needed to hide my surprise, in order to prove to him that I was experienced in this department.

Moans escaped his lips as my palms rubbed his d**k, with my boobs pressing against his broad chest. My panties had become damp as I imagined his d**k moving in and out of my p***y.

“My apartment is two blocks away, and my car is parked outside. Wanna get out of here?” He voiced.

I simply nodded and followed him as he led me out of the bar. When we arrived at the parking lot, he pulled his car's door ajar for me to enter, and seconds later, we were on our way to his apartment.

I took glances at him as he drove through the busy roads, paying full attention to the path. Then, his phone rang…

“Hello,” He said, placing the phone against his ear.

“Yes Boss, I've gotten the package. I'll text you the address so you can come pick her up.”

He chuckled.

“She'll be more than happy to see you, Sir.” He concluded, glancing at me with the corner of his eyes.

Wait a minute. Was he referring to me? Where is he taking me?

“Uhm, what package were you referring to?” I questioned. But he didn't say a single word.

I assumed my voice wasn't audible enough, so I asked again. But he remained silent with his focus on the roads, as he maneuvered his way through the labyrinths of the city. A smirk swept across the edges of his lips, and I swear, I almost heard him chuckle.

Fear gripped my heart when I realized that he might be a kidnapper, or worse.

Where is he taking me?

I slowly grabbed my phone and imputed three digits into my keypad, attempting to call the police.

“We're here.” He announced, driving into the vicinity of an old apartment.

It was too late to make the call. So I grabbed the door handle, forcefully pulling it. But it didn't bulge. The car's door had been locked.

I panicked.