"I can't go in Char..." Raven gulped.
As soon as her Dad had left yesterday, she'd told Charlotte everything. There was no use trying to hide or pretend. Charlotte could guess the change in her emotions from a mile away. And would have eventually worked out whatever was the problem, out of her. They really did have no secrets between them.
"Hey, hey, yes you can. Where's the Raven I've always known and loved? Or I'm sorry, am I in the wrong car?" Charlotte teased
"These are dangerous people Char. This is different." Raven shuddered, trying to get Char to see just how serious the situation was
"Well then, get out of this car, get inside that building, and show them just how much of a dangerous woman you are too. All the while knowing, that I am right here waiting. And I will charge in there with all the fury of a woman glorious in anger, on your say so. If I have to burst inside there, to get you out back, I will"
"Thanks Char. Hopefully that won't be necessary" Raven smiled, and got out of the car. Soon enough, she entered the building Mikahail had instructed her to come to, through her father.
She was startled. She didn't know what she thought this place was going to look like, but it certainly wasn't what she was seeing right now.
This was like some sort of sick sexual club. He asked her to meet him at a sex club?! Inner Shadows. It didn't even sound like the name of a sex club. Worse, it didn't even look like one. At least not from the outside. And there was nothing on it, on the net. When she and Charlotte had tired to google out the place yesterday, they'd found nothing! Her already low opinion of the man, whoever he was, dropped even further.
Her breath hitched, as she passed through various scenes. One of the guards at the door was in her front, leading her to where Mikhail Constantinovich was. There were different sections. There was like a public display; a woman was bound from the ceiling, was naked, and being poked and prodded with sexual toys, from a shirtless man in a mask, with over twenty persons viewing, and masturbating to the scene the man in the mask was providing for them.
She walked faster, but immediately regretted that action, as she came across another performance being done. This ones where in a room, but it was a room made of glass, and were viewed by a crowd as well. The woman, a small woman really, was fucked at the same time by five men. Holy sh...! Two men in front, and two came from behind her, while one was at her face, his dick shoved in her mouth
Raven swallowed, fighting to tear her gaze away, tightening her legs unconsciously, fighting against the change in her breathing, all the while reminding herself that she was disturbed by the scene, not fucking aroused.
She walked so fast, she almost bumped into the guard. They were so many other scenes, but with a resolve, she started glancing at her feet as they walked by, striving not to look up again, until they got to Mikhail Constantinovich. The building was very huge, made up of five floors, and they were currently in the lowest. Where the upper floors like this one as well? How does someone build a five floor sex club? She wasn't going to be able to see the other floors though, because they promptly stepped unto an elevator
Finally, they got to a door, on the last floor, and the guard turned to face her
"I don't go further than here ma'am. Knock and enter. He's waiting for you"
She nodded, licking her lips.
"You look good by the way. Master would be pleased that you dressed for him" the guard winked
"I did not..." She started to protest, but wisely decided to not aggravate the man, as she didn't know who he was.
Glancing down to see what she'd worn, she noted the red, sleevless, body hugging dress. It reached her knees, clinging to every dip, every curve. She supposed she was blessed, she had ample breasts on a huge arse, and tiny waist. She was always hitting the gym, to make sure her waist remained that way. Her dress of course, matched her red lips. Her hair was pinned up in another updo, woven in with little flowers, with tendrils coming down to frame her face. She really did care about how she looked. Today was no different. She was on silver six-inch heels.
As soon as the guard walked away, she knocked once, opened the door, and went in.
"Raven Edens. A pleasure to finally meet you. The pictures don't do you justice little one" This man whom she could only assume to be Mikhail Constantinovich commended, as soon as she sat down, nervously.
The sight of him, stole her breath away. He wasn't handsome, not in the classical sense. His features were either too rough, or too excessive. Big more like it. It was like a tiger, framed in a suit and tie. He looked more like a thug who should be out on the streets, than a man who possessed ten billion dollars to give away so easily. He had jet black long hair that brushed his upper back, piercing obsidian dark eyes that felt like they were starring straight into her soul, a jutted imperfect nose that seemed to her as if it'd been broken and refixed close to a thousand times. Even sitting, she could tell he was a really big man, who emanated an invigorating presence. She felt dwarfed by it. Meanwhile his tuxedo suit him to perfection.
Licking her lips she shrugged "That would make you Mr mikahail Constantinovich, I guess."
"If you must address me with a title, then call me master" he says abruptly
"Ex-cuse me?" She was taken aback
"If you have to address me with a title, then it would be master. I've earned it, no?"
"You've earned nothing. At least not from me, you sick fuck. Why're you doing all this? What sort of twisted satisfaction do you get out of all of this? Seeing an aging man pay for something he should have known better than to delve into in the first place? Hell, heart attack would kill him first, before paying you back would do so" she looses her temper.
"Which is why I'm not asking him to do so. I'm asking you, little one" he chose not to comment on the insult she'd just thrown at him, for the moment.
"What do you want from me? It's not like I have ten billion dollars lurking around somewhere to give you" she bit out furiously.
"I want what every other red blooded male on the planet wants from you, I should imagine. A good fuck"
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