Inked Desires

Chapter 1

"Diamond, come on, girl, you're next!" my colleague, Cherry, yelled from behind the door to my changing room.

I swallowed the knot in my throat and rose from my chair, glancing in the mirror once more. That was not me. That was a doll whose appearance was meant to please men. She was wearing too much makeup, which felt heavy on her face, and her clothes barely fit her curved body. I wanted to cry for her, but we both knew it would be futile. We both knew it couldn't help any of us, nor could it restore my grandmother's health. I was ashamed of myself, but I couldn't let her down, just as she hadn't let me down, and this was the only way. This was the only way I could afford her expensive treatment.

"Diamond!" Cherry yelled again, this time louder, jolting me out of my trance.

"I'm on my way!" I returned the shout, grabbing the mask from my makeup table.

I sighed deeply and ran one hand through my long mid-waist blood-red hair before exiting the dressing room and making my way to the stage, my eight-inch high heels clacking against the concrete floor. When the music started, I put on the mask and stepped onto the stage, waving my hips, instantly causing men to whistle, scream my name in delay, and groan with lust. I wrapped my fingers around the pole and began sensually spinning around it before slowly sliding down with my back against it and my legs spread wide. They couldn't see my face, but I could see theirs along with the hunger in their eyes. They made me sick, but their money was good and I needed them so badly that all I could do was shut up and accept my fate.

"Baby, come to me!" the man standing in front of the stage demanded, and I crawled slowly toward him while biting my lip.

When I approached him, he took out two $100 bills and placed them in my bra.

"You'll have more once I have you in private!" he said again, and I grinned from ear to ear.

I crawled slowly back to the pole, allowing him to admire my toned round ass, and resumed dancing, eliciting more groans and lustful gazes. I jumped up onto the bar and returned with my head down and my feet up, allowing my body to gently slide down and land flat on my belly. I drew my knees under me and stood on all fours before rolling my ass seductively. I slowly rose to my knees and began caressing my breasts within my suit bra. When the music stopped, I blew a kiss to the men in the club, then turned my back on them and walked out, allowing them to admire my behind once more.

Alberto, the club owner, stopped me before I could enter my changing room.

"Diamond, you are expected in the private room! There will be no touching!" I nodded and entered the private room, where the man who had hidden the $200 in my bra awaited me. He sat on the red velvet couch in the room, his hands on the back of it and his legs apart.

"Come in, beauty!" said the man, measuring me from head to toe with lustful eyes.

I did as he instructed, and after closing the door behind me, I approached him slowly and came to a complete stop in front of him. I knelt and rested my palms on his knees, staring into his eyes, still wearing my mask.

"King, what do you want me to do?" In a seductive tone, I inquired.

"Damn, even your voice is seductive! Baby, move that perfect body for me!"

I straightened up slightly and then started waving my curves lasciviously. I got down on all fours and began rolling my ass up against the hardness in his pants. Suddenly, I felt a burning sensation on my left buttcheek, followed by a painful sting. I flinched as a result of the blow and turned to face the man.

"You must pay extra if you want to touch me, sir!" In a commanding tone, I stated.

"Hmmm, such a brave one!" He coed as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and staring me down, trying to intimidate me. " Tell me your price!"

I turned to face him and moved closer to his face, almost touching our lips, before whispering:

"You should've known the prices by now!"

"You didn't get what I was saying! Tell me your price! "As he reached for the hardness in his pants, he said it again, emphasizing the words.

He was a very handsome, tall, and well-built man with tanned skin and a jaw that could cut paper, with large dark-brown eyes and long black eyelashes. He was the type of man who would have made any woman fall at his feet, but I wasn't one of them. I never was, for anyone.

"I'm sorry, sir, but that's impossible!" I responded by straightening up.

"Anything is possible in this life, so tell me your fucking price!" he yanked my wrist and yanked me towards him.

"Sir, if you don't let me go right now, I'll have to call the securities!" I said it quickly, which made him chuckle darkly.

"Do you even know who I am, whore?" he asked, his teeth clenched.

"Sir, please!" I was trembling from head to toe.

He threw me onto the couch and approached me, immobilizing my hands above my head. I started fighting, but he was too heavy for me to move under. He yanked my bikini down and quickly unzipped his pants, then pulled out his cock, which he pressed against my entrance, and forced himself into me, beginning to pump fast and hard. I began to cry and screamed, but he grabbed my wrists with one hand and covered my mouth with his large palm with the other.

"Fuck, you feel so good!" He growled and began to pump harder and harder until I felt him tremble and cum inside me.

I was sobbing when he got off of me. I couldn't even look at him; all I could hear was the door opening and closing, leaving me alone in the room.

That was the end of it for me. I've had violent clients in the past, but I've never been raped. Worse, I couldn't tell anyone, not even the boss. I would have gone to the cops to report that jerk, but doing so would have meant losing my job and having to deal with Alberto, the most violent man I'd ever met.

I despised my job, but there was nothing else for me to do. Alberto wasn't holding me against my will; we could leave at any time, but he knew I wouldn't because I needed the money. I needed the money for my grandmother, who had cancer and required expensive treatment. I knew she didn't have much time left, but I couldn't let her suffer. And, while it may have been selfish of me, I couldn't afford to lose her. She was my mother. After my parents died when I was eight years old, she was the one who raised me. She was the one who educated me and struggled for me, and it was now my turn to pay her back.

I went to the private room bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, disgusted. My tears had smeared all of the makeup on my face. With trembling hands, I turned on the water and washed my face before exiting the bathroom and private room and heading to my changing room. I changed out of my club clothes and walked out the door without saying anything to anyone. I got in my car and drove home, my vision blurring once more, a sign that I had started crying again. I parked in front of the house and got out of the car, my legs trembling. When I entered the house, the first thing I did was go to the bathroom and wash that filthy man's hands off my body. I changed into shorts and a white top and went to the medicine cabinet to find my birth control. I didn't have a boyfriend or someone to sleep with, but I kept them in the house just in case. I crawled into bed and hugged my knees to my chest, and after a few hours of crying, I finally fell asleep.