Pretty Devil

Pole dance

Maddy stared at Markez, eyes burning behind her mask. At twenty-one, she was completely trapped in the nightmare he had carefully planned.

A year ago in Russia, Markez had pretended to be a kind man offering her a new life in America. He deliberately gave her a package to carry, unknowing to her they were drugs, knowing she would get caught at the airport. When she was arrested, he “rescued” her by paying seven million dollars in bribes , money he now used as a weapon.

Every dollar she earned at Velvet Eclipse went straight to him. She received only scraps for food and survival. She had no real freedom, no passport, and no way out. If she tried to run or disobey, he would send the evidence to the police and have her thrown in jail. He had orchestrated everything to own her completely.

Markez’s face twisted with rage after she pushed him.

“What the f**k did you just do?” he snarled.

Maddy’s breath came sharp, her cheek still throbbing from when he slammed her into the floor earlier.

“I pushed you because you were hurting me,” she said defiantly. “Don’t touch me like that again.”

Markez stepped closer, his voice low and venomous. “You think you can fight me? After I planned every step to bring you here? You owe me seven million dollars, little girl. Every cent you make in this club is mine. You only get scraps to eat and survive. Try to leave and I’ll make sure you rot in prison for the drugs you carried. You’re mine until I say otherwise.”

“You didn’t do s**t for me,” she spat. “You tricked me. You made me carry that package. You set me up, then used seven million dollars to trap me here like a slave. Every night I dance for your disgusting clients, and you take every f*****g cent. I’m done being your prisoner, Markez.”

The backstage area had gone deathly quiet. Some of the other girls watched from the shadows, too scared to intervene. Vanessa stood frozen, eyes wide with terror.

Markez’s hand shot out lightning-fast and grabbed Maddy by the throat, slamming her back against the lockers with brutal force. Her mask shifted slightly from the impact but stayed on, hiding her identity like always.

“You ungrateful little b***h,” he growled, his face inches from hers, breath hot and sour. “I own you. That seven million debt isn’t going anywhere. You’ll keep working in my club until I say otherwise. And if you ever try to run or talk back to me again, I’ll make sure the cops get the full evidence of your little drug run. You’ll rot in prison, Maddy. Or maybe I’ll just sell your tight little ass to someone worse than me.”

His grip tightened, making it hard for her to breathe. Maddy clawed at his wrist, gasping, Maddy’s eyes burned with hatred behind the mask, but she knew she was trapped, because no matter how much she worked, he still said she owed him seven million dollars, which she couldn’t argue about.

Markez finally released her throat and shoved her hard. She stumbled but caught herself against the locker.

“Clean yourself up,” he ordered coldly. “You look like a used w***e. And fix that f*****g mask. If one more client sees your real face, I’ll beat it off you myself.”

He turned and stormed off toward the front of the club, barking orders at the other girls as he went.

Maddy slid down the locker slowly, coughing and rubbing her sore throat. Vanessa rushed over, tears in her eyes.

“Maddy… I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “He came back early. I couldn’t warn you in time—”

Maddy cut her off with a weak shake of her head. “Not now, Nes.”

She touched the hidden phone in her coat pocket, she saw her client has already giving her a buzz call to save his number, she inserted the worr “Slave" and clicked save.

Maddy stood up, straightened her black lace bodysuit, and adjusted her mask.

“f**k Markez,” she whispered under her breath. “One day I’ll make him pay.”

Maddy cleaned herself up and fixed her black mask back into place. She never understood why Markez was so obsessed with her wearing it every night.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her long dark hair fell over her shoulders, framing her killer body. She had an insane figure , big, perky t**s that looked perfect in the tight lace bodysuit, a tiny waist that curved out into wide, sexy hips, and a fat, round ass that drew every man’s eyes the second she walked past. Her legs were long and smooth, and her skin glowed under the dim lights, she knew she had the best body in the whole club .

That’s exactly why Markez hated her so much. The more she refused to f**k him, the more arrogant and vicious he got. She had already sworn that sleeping with Markez would be the last thing she ever did on this earth.

She only danced, that was her rule. The last time Markez tried forcing her to f**k a client she bit the guy straight in the balls and ran, which only made Markez even more furious.

As she stepped out, she wondered why she had even agreed to go to the penthouse with that man tonight. Maybe because he wasn’t one of Markez’s usual clients, or maybe because he was filthy rich and had quietly slipped her a thousand dollars for the night, money she kept completely hidden from Markez.

She climbed onto the main stage under the flashing lights, the bass from the music vibrating through her body. The moment she grabbed the pole, every eye in the club turned to her. Maddy started slow and seductive, rolling her hips in deep, filthy circles while sliding her hands down her curves, squeezing her own t**s for the crowd. She arched her back hard, pushing her ass out as she spun around the pole, then dropped low into a squat, thighs spread wide so the thin lace barely covered her p***y.

She climbed the pole smoothly, wrapping her strong legs around it before flipping upside down, her fat ass cheeks spreading as she twerked in mid-air, making her ass clap for the hungry men below. When she slid back down, she pressed her belly against the pole, legs wide open, grinding her soaked p***y against the cold metal like she was f*****g it, moaning loud enough for the front row to hear.

Maddy turned around, bent over deeply and shook her juicy ass violently, the lace riding up between her cheeks while she looked back at the crowd through her mask, eyes daring them to want her more. She dropped to her knees, crawling forward seductively, then flipped onto her back, spreading her legs wide and rolling her hips like she was f*****g an invisible c**k, her t**s bouncing with every nasty movement.