Iris paced around her room, nerves frying with every passing minute. The event of the morning replayed in her mind, Ryan's touch both cruel and electrifying. She felt a knot of dread in her stomach, knowing she had to face him again.
She had dressed as instructed, in a revealing outfit that made her feel more exposed than she had been working as a stripper.
The thought of stripping for Ryan filled her with both anger and resignation. This was her life now bound by a contract she couldn't escape and every day brought new humiliations.
A soft knock on the door broke her from her thoughts. It was Sarah looking uncomfortable as she stepped inside. "Ma'am, Mr Ryan is in his room. He asked for you."
Iris nodded, her heart pounding. Thank you, Sarah. You can go.
As Sarah left, I
