Pretty Devil

Goner

Dante shifted on the sofa, clearly frustrated and still rock hard.

“Come on,” he said, voice low and impatient. “Stop playing around and please me. Get on your knees and suck it.”

Maddy stopped dancing and let out a dry laugh.

“I only dance,” she said firmly. “That’s what you paid for. Nothing more.”

Dante’s face hardened. “You’re joking, right? Your boss said you’d give me anything I want. Don’t act difficult now.”

Maddy stood her ground, eyes sharp behind the mask. “Then your boss lied. I don’t f**k clients in the back room. Take your money and enjoy the dance or leave.”

The tension rose quickly. Dante stood up, grabbing her wrist. “You think you can tease me like that and just walk away?”

Before he could pull her closer, Maddy twisted her arm and sank her teeth hard into his wrist.

“f**k!” Dante yelled in pain, letting her go instantly.

Maddy burst out of the private room, heart racing, and quickly disappeared down the dimly lit hallway.

Inside the room, Dante clutched his wrist, still cursing in pain. “f**k!”

The loud shout immediately drew attention. The door swung open as two of Dante’s escorts rushed in.

“Boss! What happened?” one of them asked sharply, scanning the room.

The other moved closer, eyes narrowed. “We heard you yell. Did that b***h do something to you?”

Dante grimaced, still holding his bitten wrist. “She f*****g bit me and ran off.”

Inside the private room, things got messy fast.

“She f*****g bit me and ran out like some mad woman!” Dante snapped, still holding his wrist and wincing.

His escorts looked pissed. One of them stepped forward, fists clenched. “You want us to bring her back, boss? We’ll drag that b***h right back here.”

Before Dante could answer, Markez pushed the door open and stepped in, his face already twisted with annoyance.

“What the f**k happened?” he barked.

One of the escorts answered quickly. “The girl you sent to the boss "Maddy” — she bit him and took off.”

Markez let out a string of curses. “That stupid f*****g w***e. I told her to behave. I’ll handle her ass myself.”

……

Meanwhile Maddy sat hunched on a bench in the corner of the dressing room breathing hard she still couldn’t believe what she had just done she didn’t even know what came over her yeah she had always refused to sleep with Markez’s VIP clients but this time she completely lost it she was tired of being treated like a damn slave and she had finally snapped.

Maddy knew Markez would come looking for her any minute so she jumped up stuffed her things into her bag pulled off her mask and slipped out through the back exit she hurried across the parking lot got into her car and drove off into the night .

Maddy’s hands were shaking on the steering wheel. She knew she was f****d.

A few minutes later her phone started buzzing nonstop with calls. She glanced at the screen and saw Markez’s name flashing repeatedly.

She let out a heavy sigh, pulled over to the side of the road, and parked. Her breathing was fast and uneven. She had no idea what to do next. At this point she knew Markez would finally follow through on all his threats about handing her over to the police.

Maddy’s hands were still shaking as she dialed Vanessa’s number.

It rang out with no answer. She tried again. Still nothing. On the third try, Vanessa finally picked up.

“Hey babe…” Vanessa answered, her voice sounding sleepy and hungover.

“Nes!” Maddy cried, her voice cracking. She finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. “I’m scared…”

“Woah, woah, babe… what’s wrong?” Vanessa asked quickly, her voice suddenly alert as she realized something was seriously off.

Maddy took a shaky breath and started explaining. “A VIP client came tonight… the same one Markez called me about this afternoon.”

“Yeah?” Vanessa followed attentively.

“So… he wanted me to f**k him. I bit him and ran off.”

“What the f**k, Maddy?!” Vanessa shouted, fully awake now. “You’re a goner! Are you serious right now??”