Seduced the Seducer

Chapter 7

Ahhh, I'm so sorry, I've been gone for over a year but while I was gone, my story gained a lot more recognition! Thank you for all the votes, I'm trying to finish up some chapters soon! 

The following day I find myself overcome by stress, and my lasting anger seems to be suppressed in the meantime. It had taken me three hours to fall asleep, and in the short time my exhaustion and overwhelming sensation of worry caused me to sleep, I had woken up not long after drenched in my own sweat, my heart pounding, and tears immediately slipping down my cheeks. 

I hope that nightmare never comes back again. 

"When can I leave?" I ask The Seducer. 

I was standing by the bar out at the beach, in a bikini, with the metal tray propped up on my hip. I had avoided all the calls from the men lounging around, and stayed put by the bar, trying to convince the bartender to give me a drink, when The Seducer appeared by my side. 

He lets out a snort, eyeing me through his sunglasses. Instead of answering, he turns to the bartender and says, "Two gins for me and the lady."

I scowl as both drinks slide up in front of us. 

"I fucking hate this place," I mutter under my breath. The Seducer's neck snaps in my direction, and before he can take a sip of his gin, his body runs up close to me and I instinctively take a large step back. 

"What did you say?" He asks, his voice sharp but soft. I stare straight ahead at his chest, fear striking me. His fingers place themselves on my chin and lift my head up, forcing me to meet his eyes. His eyes. 

There is something soft about them. Something like a lingering piece of light, of love, still in him. 

"I said, I fucking hate this place," I whisper, spinning around and strutting away. I can feel a few stares on me as I walk back to the building where my room is. 

I can't be outside any longer. I hate it too much. 

But right before I step inside, I can't help but take a look behind me, hoping to see The Seducer dumbstruck and standing there like an idiot. But when I glance behind me, I find myself staring at him making out with a beautiful, tanned and skinny woman. Her leg wraps around his as he slides his hands on her thigh, and begins to kiss her down her neck. 

I look away, and stare at the velvet carpet in front of me. But in a few seconds, my feet are stomping out to the beach again, and I spot a hot and muscled young man, his sunglasses on his face, and black hair blowing in the breeze.

"Hey," I call, walking towards him. He doesn't respond at first, so I step in front of his chair, and tap his shoulder. He jolts at my touch, and immediately removes his sunglasses, revealing piercing blue eyes. I raise my eyebrows real quick, but replace my expression with a flirty smile.

"You want anything?" I ask, eyeing his nicely toned six-pack and muscled arms. He looks me up and down, and glances around. I watch as he looks back up at me and nods, his fingers motioning me to come closer. 

I lean forward, and as I do, his hand is behind my neck and his lips crash onto mine. I respond, lifting my legs over his and seating myself on him, as his hands slide over my tits and he tries to slip my strap off. Hesitant of our surroundings, I start to kiss him down his neck to avoid it, but he still slips it off and I lift my head back up. His tongue teases my nipple before he starts sucking on my tits, and I lean my head back. As he moves onto the other tit, I lower my head back, but catch someone staring from afar. 

The Seducer is watching us, intently. 

Satisfied I got what I wanted, I grab my strap and lift it back over my shoulder, and try to get off. 

"What are you doing?" the man asks, clearly pissed I abruptly ended it. 

"Sorry, I have to go," I mumble, fixing my bathing suit. 

"No, you don't. You have one job here, and this is what it is. You're the one who approached me, what the hell,"  he says, starting to get up and grab me. 

"Stop, I'm done," I say, backing up, as his attempt to grab me misses. 

"That's not how it works, bitch," he barks. I freeze in my tracks, shocked at his words. I can feel my uncontrollable anger building up, and I do everything in my power to continue a step forward. But all I feel are words coming to my head that I just want to spit in his perfect face. 

Spinning around, I say, "Who do you think you are to call me a bitch? You're just a little entitled dipshit that thinks he's above any other woman and can do whatever he wants, but you just lie here probably broke and lonely as hell because you're just a piece of shit that uses women and participates in this horrible place that degrades and sexualizes women." 

I'm breathing hard, and my fists are curled so tight that my finger nails have left red marks in my palms. Waves of anger pass over me as I take a step closer to the man in front of me, as he stares at me, speechless. Bet this confrontation has never happened before here. 

"So take a second to think before you call someone a bitch. Because I'm not your bitch," I state, a disgusted look across my face. 

I hate this place. And if I can't get out right now, I'll just make it a living hell for every man in here.