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Creeping Contract

Part 18

The door of the private dance room had a sign prominently hanging on it which stated in bold letters, “THIS ROOM UNDER VIDEO SURVEILLANCE.  NO SEXUAL CONTACT OF ANY KIND PERMITTED.  VIOLATORS WILL BE REMOVED FROM THE LANDING STRIP.”


The room itself was smalljust an armless chair with a very tiny area right in front of it to dance.  Doing so was difficult.  It didnt help that Carlhe wouldnt tell her his last name, so she was stuck with “sir”kept yanking on her leash and forcing her to press up against him.  He was disgustingly sweaty.


Her clothes, scant as they were, came off in a blur.  She couldnt even keep track of which items were taken off by her and which ripped off by Carl.  She supposed shed figure it out later by which items were ruined.


Carl seemed to enjoy slapping herespecially her breasts and assand tweaking her nipples.  At one point, he yanked her face to within inches of his and cupped her right butt cheek as she was forced to bend toward him.  She flinched from his sour breath, but he held her firm by the clasp of the leash.


“You know the best part of this?  I can tell you hate this.  You think youre too good for this, that youre better than me.  I dont know whats forcing you to do this, but Im glad for it.”


She felt tears welling up in her eyes.  He was right.  Shed never thought shed find herself in this position.  She was educated.  She was good at her job.  She had no need for this.  But not what, she thought.  Who.  But she mentally chastised herself, But the “who” is you.  Your own actions brought this on.  Don isnt making you do anything you dont deserve.  If youd get over yourself, if youd stop it with your superior attitude, if youd just do a simple thing like write a letter the way youve been instructed to, you wouldnt be stuck here.


But other than that, Carl was right.  She did think she was too good for this, and she did think she was better than him.  She knew it was wrong, and she knew it was only going to cause her problems, but she couldnt help it.  Maybejust maybepunishments like this would help teach her her proper place.


As the thoughts finished forming, Carl let go of her leashcausing her to stumble backwardat the same time as he pinched her right nipple.  The pain flashed through her and released her tears.  For a second she didnt realize that her dance was done until Carl barked at her, “Well?  Yer done.  Get out of here.”


She quickly gathered up her outfit, and stumbled out of the room, tears flowing freely as she fled toward the back room.  As she passed the cashiers window, the woman therea heavy African-American ladyyelled out to her, “Hey, forgettin something?”


Lauren hadnt quite figured out the womans status compared to her own.  She wasnt a dancer, but she also wasnt a man.  She erred on the side of caution.  “What do you mean, Miss Brown?”


“Twenty dollars from your private dance.”


“Oh, I was told to give that dance for free.  I didnt get paid.”


“Free for him.  Not free for you.”


“Well I . . . I already gave you all my tips.  I dont have any extra money on me obviously.  Can you take it out of the tips Ive given you?”


She harrumphed.  “Theyre not your tips until the end of the night.  Ill mark it in your ledger as a debt.  Means itll cost you $25 out of your tips at the end of the night.”


That seemed so unfair, but Lauren didnt know how to argue with her about it.  “Okay.  Thank you, Miss Brown.”



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