His Forbidden Mistress

chapter 9

Serena’s POV

Lila’s words hung in the air like thick smoke and it was suffocating me.

“Then you better be ready to bleed,” she said, her smirk sharp as she raised her whiskey glass.

My hands trembled, as rage and fear twisted in my gut.

The idea of surrendering to Daniel Hawthorne’s disgusting proposal to become his mistress made my skin crawl.

But Lila’s insistence that I had no other way out slapped me even though it was the truth.

Victor’s threats loomed tightening around my neck, and yet the thought of selling myself to Daniel felt like a betrayal of everything I stand for.

I opened my mouth to argue, but the dressing room door suddenly swung open, cutting me off.

Dante, one of the club’s bouncers, filled the doorway, his broad shoulders nearly brushing the frame.

“Serena,” he said, his deep voice cutting through the tension. “The boss wants to see you. Now.”

I froze as my heart raced.

Lila barely glanced at him, as her eyes flicked back to her whiskey as she took another sip, ignoring his presence entirely. “Hey, Lila,” Dante added, his tone softer, almost hopeful.

She didn’t respond, her expression cold, and I caught the faintest flicker of hurt in his eyes before he masked it.

I raised a brow, not surprised. Dante was always kind, and looking out for us in this place, and Lila’s dismissal wasn’t nice.

“She’s probably f****d him and left him tangled up in his feelings, I thought, piecing together the puzzle.

Typical Lila - playing with hearts like they were cards in a game.

I stood as I brush past her, my stomach knotting as I followed Dante down the dimly lit hallway to the boss’s office.

The club’s music pulsed through the walls, that matched my racing pulse.

Inside, Mr. Shawn sat behind his desk, his bald head gleaming under the light, as his cigar smoke curled like a warning.

“Serena,” he said, not looking up from his papers.

“You’ve been requested by a VIP tonight. Private suite. They paid top dollar, so you’re doing it.”

My jaw tightened, panic flaring. “I'm already booked, boss,” I said, my voice sharp. “You know that.”

He finally looked up, his eyes hard as he stared at me.

“You do tonight. Lila will do your bookings, and you’re not arguing. Wear your sexiest costume. The guest expects satisfaction, and you will deliver.” His tone left no room for debate, as his gaze dared me to push back.

I wanted to scream, to tell him to shove it, but the weight of Mia’s college bills, Victor’s threats, and the reality of my situation crushed me.

“Fine,I need the money.” I muttered, my voice bitter as I turned to leave.

Back in the dressing room, I slipped into my sexiest costume - a black lace bodysuit that clung to every curve, leaving no cleavage hidden.

The plunging neckline and high-cut hips made me feel exposed, vulnerable, but I squared my shoulders, forcing myself to focus.

Lila glanced over, her eyes raking over me as she zipped up her own red hot costume.

“Damn, girl,” she whistled, her smirk returning. “You look hot as hell. Whoever’s in that suite is gonna lose their mind.”

I forced a tight smile, my stomach turning.

“Let’s just get this over with,” I said, hoping and praying it wasn’t Daniel waiting for me.

We parted ways, Lila heading to her own VIP suite as her hips moved seductively, while I made my way to mine.

The hallway felt endless, each step heavier than the last, as my heart pounded as I whispered to myself, “Please, don’t let it be him.”

I pushed open the door to the suite, and my breath caught, as I felt my head spinning.

The room was a haze of low lights and sultry music, but it wasn’t Daniel Hawthorne waiting for me.

It was a woman who looked stunning in an expensive,attractive silk dress that hugged her curves, her dark eyes locking onto mine with a glint.

Around her, the suite was alive with s****l chaos.

Three women were entangled on a velvet couch, their bodies naked with soft moans.

One, a petite blonde, was curled with a lady in pink hair, her hands cupping her breasts as she ground against her, their lips locked in a deep, hungry kiss.

The third, a curved redhead, knelt between them, her tongue tracing slowly, making deliberately circles over the blonde’s thigh, her fingers working perfectly as the blonde’s gasps filled the air.

Their bodies moved in sync, slick with sweat, the scent of arousal heavy in the room.

My eyes widened, shock rooting me to the spot.

The VIP woman stood, her smile slow and wicked, her gaze drinking me in like I was a prize.

“Well,” she purred, her voice smooth, “you must be Serena. I’ve heard so much about you.”

I swallowed hard, my pulse racing, my body caught between discomfort and a strange curiosity.

The ladies on the couch barely noticed me, their moans growing louder as the redhead’s fingers moved faster into her p***y, as the blonde’s head tipping back in ecstasy.

The third lady with a pink hair, changed to suck the blonde’s boobs, her nails digging into her hips as she gasped, “f**k, don’t stop.”

The raw intensity of it sent a shiver down my spine, my cheeks flushing.

The VIP stepped closer, her heels clicking on the polished floor, her eyes never leaving mine. “Dance for me,” she said, her tone commanding yet soft, like a caress wrapped in secret. “Just for me.”

My mouth went dry, my mind racing.

This wasn’t what I’d expected, but the weight of Shawni’s orders, the threat of Victor, and the bills piling up at home pressed down on me.

I nodded, as I stepped toward the small stage in the center of the suite, my movements dull at first.

The music pulsed, low and sensual, and I let it guide me, my hips swaying on the pole, my hands tracing the curves of my body through the lace.

The VIP’s eyes followed every move, her lips parting slightly, her gaze hungry.

The women on the couch continued, oblivious, their bodies a tangle of limbs and pleasure.

The blonde’s moans turned to cries, her body shuddering as the redhead’s tongue pushed her over the edge, her mouth sucking and licking relentlessly on her p***y.

The pink lady pulled the blonde closer, their mouths crashing together, the sound of their kisses wet and desperate.

It was overwhelming, the heat of the room, the intensity of their pleasure, the VIP’s unwavering stare.

I danced, my movements growing bolder, fueled by a mix of power and the strange pull of the moment.

The VIP leaned forward, her silk dress slipping slightly to reveal the curve of her breast, her eyes gleaming with approval.

“You’re exquisite,” she murmured, her voice low, sending an unexpected jolt through me.

I faltered for a moment, my breath catching.

This wasn’t Daniel, but it was dangerous in its own way, a temptation I hadn’t anticipated.

I kept dancing, my heart pounding, torn between the need to survive and the fear of losing myself.

The VIP came closer, closing the distance between us, as her hand brushed my arm, her touch was electric.

“Join us,” she whispered, her lips close to my ear, her breath warm as she glared at the naked bodies.

Now it was the red-haired lady that was having her p***y sucked on by the blonde while the pink lady boobs was sucked by the redhead.

“You don’t have to be alone.” She whispered seductively.

I froze, my eyes locking onto hers, my voice steady despite the urge inside me.

“I’m here to dance,” I said, my tone firm. “That’s all you get.”

The VIP then smirked.

“Very well. Dance for me then.” she said as she moved to the ladies.

She then grabbed the pink hair lady and kissed her as she spread her legs and fingered her p***y.

Things were getting up and spicy…..