I stepped over to her, offering my hand to help her up. I leaned and quietly spoke into her ear.
“You’re under my protection. Don’t be afraid to tell the truth.”
She regarded me with an expression of confusion, as if she wasn’t sure she’d heard me correctly. I nodded, letting her know that I was serious.
Clarissa closed her eyes and spoke.
“He said he wanted me to come to a VIP room for some private time, said that he’d pay me for it. As soon as the door shut, he…he started putting his hands all over me. I told him to stop, but he wouldn’t. Then he grabbed me by the wrist and shoved me. That’s when I pressed the button to call for help.”
Each VIP room in the club had a hidden button for this exact situation, to alert the guards and let them know the girl, or girls, inside needed help.
