Learning to Love

Chapter 6

"Sorry toots, I'll have ta' call ya lata. Big Vee asked me up to his office" I adjusted my skirt as I walked offstage, brushing off one of the audience members who had followed me. Usually, I'd take him to a private room and give him a show he'd never forget but Val wasn't big on waiting. He knew the second I was off stage, and he'd be pushed if I even stopped to change.

I adjusted my fluff as I walked through the halls, the muffled bass from the music echoing through the walls around me. It was never quiet at this place. Open 24/7, new dancers every week. I was still top whore around here though, and everyone else knew it. No one wanted to fuck with me, I could have a gun at their head in 3 seconds flat. It was good to be top spider. Well, more like bottom spider.

I laughed to myself as I walked up to the big red doors leading to Val's office. I knocked lightly, hearing his deep voice tell me to come in.

"Hey, Boss jus' finished my dance. You said you wanted ta see me?" Why was I nervous? I hadn't done anything wrong today... I felt a shiver run down my spine as Val's grin grew wide.

"Angel Cakes," He chuckled and pushed back from his desk slightly "come here, take a seat" I slowly walked over, knowing there was only one place in the room to sit: his lap. It was strange feeling so small. I towered over most demons and sinners. But Val... he was 3 feet taller than me. I positioned myself in his lap looking up at him.

"Good boy. Now tell me, Angel Baby," he reached up to his computer clicking open a tab "is that a look of pain I see?" I looked at the screen my eyes widening. It was a clip for my next film that we had filmed last week, just after I had fallen down the stairs... I was always in the more rough movies since I could take the pain, and I had covered my bruises with makeup so Val wouldn't be mad about rescheduling a take... but the asshole I was filming with really liked smackin' me around, and he kept hitting those bruised spots.

"W-well ya see b-boss... I-I had jus' had a bit of an accident and—" I whimpered feeling his clawed fingers gripping my face forcing me to look up at him, his solid red eyes glowing in anger, his smile had turned into a sneer.

"WHAT– have I told you about showing any kind of pain to the camera?" He paused a moment, perhaps giving me time to answer him, but the way he was gripping my face I couldn't say anything. Two of his other hands slid around my body, one gripping my waist, the other my thigh. "unless it's written into the script, you should look like whatever's given to you is a gift, like you want to thank them for it. THAT FACE–" he pointed to the screen again with another hand "costs me, money baby. YOU cost me money. The whole take is useless. I can't sell that. We'll have to reshoot. You know I hate it when we have to reshoot." I whimpered again trying to move away from him but his grip just tightened "you know what happens when I'm angry. You know the punishment for wasting my time and money." He let go of my face, his hand sliding down my neck and shoulder, his fingers tangling into my fluff giving it a rough tug causing a soft groan from me.

"Y-yes daddy..." I said softly looking down at my lap. I knew the punishment... I also knew I wouldn't be back at the hotel in time to help Charlie as I had promised. 'Sorry toots' I said in my head, feeling my head getting a little foggy. I looked up at Val, seeing he was smoking, the thick tendrils of red smoke filling the space around us.

That smoke... there was no resisting it. It was the hardest drug down here. Pure passion, pure lust. You couldn't say no, you couldn't stop your body, no matter how much you wanted to.

"Good boy. Now get to work~"