Madame

Chapter 1

                                                                                     Karina's POV

Rule number 1: Don't lead the target on for too long; the longer you spend baiting them, the easier they'll suspect you.

I've already broken rule number 1... well, I'm actively breaking rule number 1.

I feel someone's hand grab mine, and I smile, trying to act as drunk as I can, and might I say what a damn good actress I am? 

"What's your name, pretty lady?" The man's breaths in my face and the amount of self-control it took not to make the most disgusted face was out of this world; I didn't know I could keep it together like this.

"Elena." I smile with my teeth. He gets closer to me, his hand freely moving along my ass, making me all sorts of uncomfortable. "Well, Elena seems like you're here alone. Can I interest you in some fun?" He asks, kissing my neck.

I push him off a little and give him a small giggle and grab his hand, heading for the VIP rooms that are just around the corner. He starts to walk in front of me and seats himself on the purple loveseat in the furthest corner of the room. "Sit," He commands.

 It takes everything in me not to roll my eyes, but like the professional I am, I sit down on his lap obediently, my dress riding up my thighs despite my attempt to pull it down; damn, these mini dresses. "Good girl." He praises me; yeah, this time I'm pretty sure a little throw-up came into my mouth.

His greasy hair is slicked back, and I just imagine him being the type of guy that does those mayonnaise hair masks every other night. That's probably why he smells the way he does. It's like a sour smell but with a hint of sweetness. Either way, it's a scent that no normal girl would put up with. Like, if you're gonna be a douche bag at least smell good.

"You're a beautiful girl, Elena; you got a boyfriend?" He asks, letting his hands rub up on my thighs, slowly creeping up. I smile at him and lower my head, "No, I haven't found someone with what I want." I bat my eyelashes at him, and he shifts his hips underneath me. "And what do you want, my dear?" He asks, his pupils dilating while his thumb caresses the inside of my thigh. I smile at the poor fool and lean forward a little, my cleavage being very visible to his perverted eyes, "Someone who can take care of me. Who has a big business with people who work for him. A manly man." I say seductively, cringing internally at the thought of him actually liking my response. 

"Is that right? Seems you've struck gold tonight, baby." Ick. Immediate fucking ick. "Have I? Seems like it's my lucky night." My hips move forward a bit, his hands on my waist encouraging my movements. "What do you do, hm? Is it dangerous?" I put my hands on his chest

"You're just a curious thing, aren't you? I can't tell you; it would put you in danger." His voice is low and serious, making it harder not to burst out laughing. Please, does this bitch think we're in a flick?

"Danger? What? do you sell drugs or something?" I ask as dumbly as I can possibly can. "something like that." He answers honestly.

"Ooo, scary. Well, hopefully, you don't oversee an illegal smuggling operation 'cause then we'd have a problem." I giggle

I feel his body tense up, and I smirk as I sit back down, "Did I get it right?" I ask dumbly, tilting my head at him.

"What the hell is this?!" He exclaims, pushing off of the loveseat in hopes of getting up, but I grip the back of the sofa, forcing my weight down on him. "I wouldn't move. You've got nowhere to go." I taunt, watching his eyes dart from mine to the door near us. 

He tries to get up again, and I slap him across the face, shocking him enough so that his back hits the back of the sofa with an "umph", "I told you not to move. Do you not have ears?" I groan.