Nordlys: The Northern Lights Orgy Club

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He takes a step back, his mouth gaping like a landed fish. I think he might be genuinely shocked that it's me.

"How are you so short?" Are the first words out of his mouth, followed by "What are you doing here?"

"I've always been this height!" I exclaim.

"No, no" he argues, "you come up to... here" he holds a hand up to about his shoulder.

"Only when I'm wearing HEELS" I yell back at him.

He looks down towards my feet like he doesn't believe me, wrinkling his nose up with disgust. "You didn't answer my question" he says accusatively.

"I'm not wearing heels" I state, holding up my slippered foot so he can see it.

"No, you didn't answer my question about why you are here" he returns.

"This is MY party!" I shout with annoyance. "MY fantasy! You are RUINING it!" I declare.

"It's not very good" he sneers. "You ruined it yourself, because it's so bad."

"Just. LEAVE" I command through clenched teeth.

"You leave" is his rejoinder.

"Fine! I will leave" I acquiesce, hopping down from the table, and straightening my bodice.

I turn to walk away, but Lars puts his arm in the way to block me, resting his hand on the table behind me. I sigh wearily, rolling my eyes, and spin around on my heel to go the other way. He puts out his other arm and blocks me from going that way too.

"Lars!" I protest.

I am reaching that terrifying point where frustration and anger intersect, and boil over, usually into tears. I do not want to cry in front of this man. I have been humiliated enough already.

"Where are you going in such a rush?" he asks calmly.

"AWAY from YOU" I spit out.

"You will never be away from me" his voice is soft and threatening. "Even if you move to another house, another city, another country. Even if you don't take my phone calls..."

"... You STOLE my PHONE!" I interrupt him, but he ignores it.

"Even if you throw away my flowers..."

"You STOLE my PASSPORT!" I scream at him.

"... You will never be away from me, if you keep coming... here."

"You left me ALL ALONE! I could have died!" I accuse.

"You will see me every month, for the rest of your life..." he continues like I'm not even talking. "I am a member, so I must come to every event..."

"I am a member too! I ALSO have to come to every event!" My frustration is immeasurable.

"No, you cannot be a member, because you can't afford it. I'm not paying your dues for you anymore. You will have to leave" he states, perfectly calm.

"That is not UP to you, and you know it" I retort.

"They don't take charity cases here" he mocks me. "How are you gonna pay for it? Huh? How are you gonna pay?" he asks provokingly.

"That is MY business, and none of yours!" I declare, slapping my cleavage for emphasis.

"That pussy isn't nearly good enough to cover the cost. They will soon see that you are a cheap little whore, and kick you out" Lars goads me. "I am amazed they even let you come here today, after you had an Abortion of their precious baby."