Chapter 14: Chapter 14

Vadik

When my stroke moves from her neck to her shoulder, I continue down her long, graceful arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps, and end up on her thigh. The hem of her short skirt and the lacy top of her stocking expose a nice swath of skin that immediately warms under my touch. I ease my fingers to her inner thigh, and begin to work her leg, previously plastered to the one next to it, open a couple inches.

While I’m doing this, I clasp her chin with my free hand and maneuver her closer to my lips until I can taste the soft, fragrant skin of her neck.

She stiffens for a moment when I pull her leg away from the one next to it, but when I leave a trail of kisses on her neck, she relaxes back into me.

I wonder how often our pretty girl masturbates. And how she does it. Is she a lay on her stomach type, working her hand down between her legs? Or is she a hump the pillow type? Maybe she lays on her back with her legs pressed tightly together to enhance the sensation. Does she fuck herself with her hand? Or just play with her clit until she comes?

I want to know all this and more. And I will find out, given the time.

But until that happens, I want to bring our girl some pleasure.

I graze my fingertips across the crotch of her panties and she shudders. She begins to pull her legs back together, but I hold them in place.

“Wh… what are you doing?” she asks in a dreamy voice, pushing against the hand holding her legs open.

“Charleigh,” I whisper, “what are you doing? Are you telling me to stop? Are you telling me no?”

Her eyes flutter open like she’s suddenly awake. “I… I don’t know,” she says, quivering.

“Well, baby, I can tell you one thing, and it’s that no is no longer part of your vocabulary.”

I wedge a knee between her legs to hold them apart and return my fingers to the thin fabric covering her pussy.

“Wh… what?” she gasps.

“You are here for the pleasures of the flesh. I will enjoy you. My brothers will enjoy you. And others will too.”

She clearly doesn’t find this to be good news and stiffens in my arms, even pressing slightly against me as if she wants to go. But my fingers, intertwined with her hair, clamp down in a tight grip and hold her in place. My other hand continues to stroke the outside of her panties, stretched tightly over what I’m guessing is bare flesh, now that she’s benefitted from our spa services. The button of her clit stiffens, joining the party.

“Ahhhh…” she says softly, unconsciously pressing into my hand by shifting her hips.

I intensify my strokes, still outside her panties, letting my fingers slide to the hollow spot between her lips where the most heat emanates. The fabric quickly soaks through with her excitement, and her head drops back on my shoulder as she no longer has the urge to get away. She either is unaware of how my brothers are watching her so intently, or she doesn’t care. I’m not sure which.

But I see them shift in their seats, and when I catch their gaze, they nod back at me, approving my actions, happy to see our lovely guest enjoying herself.

Gesturing with his chin, my brother Kir suggests he wants to see more. I ease a finger inside the elastic leg of Charleigh’s panties until I touch her hot, bare skin, and my god, I slide through her juices and they feel like liquid gold, that’s how precious it all is.

She squirms slightly in my arms, and I bring my wet finger to my mouth like a starving man. She tastes heavenly, like I knew she would, and my dick fully hardens underneath where her bottom is resting.

It hurts but also feels good, which is just how I like it.

I haven’t come in my pants since I was a horny teenager, but this might be the day that happens again. If so, I don’t give a damn. I shift in my chair to position our girl more fully over my erection, positioning my cock more or less between her ass cheeks.

Unable to hold back any longer, I fully pull aside the crotch of her panties in view of my brothers, who wear approving grins, and open her pussy lips for their viewing pleasure.

God knows I’d like to take her, lay her on the table before us, push her knees to her chest, and drive my cock into her soaked virgin hole.

But I won’t. I won’t take her virginity, as much as I want it with every fiber of my being. And in order not to defile her with my fingers, I only insert the very tips of them so as not to break her precious barrier. I want to give her pleasure, I want to make her feel as good as she deserves, so I drag some of her juices further, until I meet the crack of her ass and her tight little rosebud.

I’m in fucking agony, dry humping her bum, but when I reach her asshole and circle a wet finger around her tight ring, I feel her open a little, and that’s when I groan. I don’t come, I’m old enough to fucking control myself, but I promise myself her ass when the time is right.

Why don’t more American girls hold on to their virginity? Don’t they know its worth? The value is inestimable, and if I were to take Charleigh’s that would be a colossal waste.

And just when I know it’s time to excuse myself to go jerk off, Charleigh’s breath quickens to a new pace and a long, low moan escapes her mouth. I get back to working her clit as she thrashes on my lap, and a glance at my brothers reveals them each rearranging their own erections.

Charleigh comes into my hand, her pussy releasing a flood of her excitement onto my trousers as she convulses lightly, clinging to my arms so hard she leaves nail marks. I don’t mind. Not at all. Her hips buck lightly and her knees fall further apart, any previous modesty forgotten. She might not know it, but her body does—she needs this release like she needs the air around her.

When she begins to still, my brothers leave the room without her noticing, and I dab her with one of the cloth napkins left from lunch.

I want more from this girl. But she’s not mine. She’s not intended for any of the Alekseev brothers. Unless there’s a change of plans. A major change of plans.

* * *

Charleigh

“How’s it going?”

I spot Stacey, the girl who was nice to me when I was going through what I guess I could call my ‘initiation.’ She looks at me with a sort of kind curiosity. Not saying she can help me with my predicament, but that she does feel for me, regardless. I’m desperate for a friend, an ally. Will she be this, for me?

I wonder what her ‘situation’ is.

Even though her question, asking me how I am, is innocent and would be polite in normal circumstances, given my bizarre alternative reality—I’m tempted to scream at her.

How the fuck do you think it’s going?I want to holler with every bit of fury and helplessness I possess.

But I don’t. I keep my angry words to myself.

Although that doesn’t mean my emotions are not written all over my face.

She nods and quickly looks away, back at the brightly lit makeup mirror, and continues applying her eyeliner. “Yeah. I figured as much,” she says in response to my silence.

“Why are you here? Are you being held against your will?” I ask.

She glances over at me, her brows furrowed like my question confuses her. “Aren’t we all here against our will, on some level?”

She has a point.

Taking a magazine, she fans it over her face, presumably to dry the mascara she’s applied. She moves to the seat next to mine at the long table covered with all sorts of makeup, wigs, cheap costume jewelry, and other trappings of this strange profession that’s been chosen for me.

“Look, Charleigh, is it?” she asks.

I nod.

“I can walk out of here any time I want. But I don’t. I don’t because I can’t, when it comes down to it. I need to earn a living to support myself and my kid. There’s no baby daddy in the picture. You know that old story, told from the beginning of freaking time. And I earn more here than I would anywhere else. So yeah, I’m stuck. I can leave, but I can’t leave, if you know what I mean. You could probably leave too, if you want. It might not be recommended. I mean, I don’t know a damn thing about you. But if this place is that bad for you, just bail.”

Her eyes are wide, sincere in a way that shocks me, it’s so unexpected. How does someone so open and honest end up in this world? And remain in it?

I feel a lump growing in my throat, and I swallow it down, hard. My voice cracks anyway. “Fact is, Stacey, I can’t leave. I mean, I guess I could, but some very bad things will happen.”

As time has passed, I’m less concerned about my father. My younger sister Evie, on the other hand, is never far from my thoughts in spite of the teenage rebellion that has her acting like she’s possessed by the devil.

“Oh. Right,” Stacey says, looking back in the mirror to avoid my gaze. She knows something.

“What?” I ask. I need her to tell me everything she knows. If I can get her to.

She clasps her hands in her lap and looks down at them. “Well, if you can’t leave, like there’s just no way, that means… that means they have special plans for you.”

It feels like someone is punching me in the gut. But I inch closer to her so she senses my desperation, and I lower my voice. “Special plans? What are special plans? Are they going to… make me a stripper or something?”

Stacey giggles. “Oh no. There’s nothing special about that. Just look at me. I strip here five, six days a week. That’s just a regular gig for this club. They have other… placements—”

She gasps as the dressing room door violently bangs open, and Dominika charges in, her bosom pushed up so high, the tops of her breasts jiggle as she storms toward us.

Stacey jumps to her feet.

“And what are you two ladies whispering about?” Dominika demands, propping her butt on the table right next to me.

All I can focus on is her overpowering perfume. It wouldn’t be so bad if she didn’t overdo it, but this isn’t the kind of woman who embraces subtlety.

“Nothing, Dominika,” Stacey says in a shaky voice. “We’re just… chatting. You know.”

I nod. “Stacey was showing me how she does her… makeup. I was thinking I ought to get good at it.”

Dominika looks between the two of us and rolls her eyes. “Good. We can’t have you going around like such a plain Jane all the time, can we?” Her head drops back and she cackles with her mouth open, revealing the gaps where she’s missing teeth.

She glances at her watch and glares at Stacey. “You were supposed to be on three minutes ago. Stop flapping your gums and get to work,” she snaps.

Stacey high-tails it out of the room and Dominika turns her attention to me. I shudder to think what she wants.

“You,” she starts, “come with me. It’s time for your exam.”

*****

Charleigh

Oh my god. Is this really happening? I hoped she was just cruelly joking.

I also hoped I’d earned… something from lunch’s sexy time. Maybe a privilege of some sort for submitting to Vadik’s wandering hands and his brothers’ wandering eyes. Guess not.

But to be honest, I didn’t play along because I was trying to gain any sort of favor. The truth is, I enjoyed it. I never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but those guys watching me, while I should have been embarrassed and ashamed, somehow egged me on. I wanted more.

So many levels of fucked up.

“C’mon,” Dominika says, opening the dressing room door.

I follow her to the ‘spa,’ where they gave me that hideously painful waxing, and sit on the edge of the exam table.

“Take your panties off and lay back. Put your feet on the edge of the table. Scoot down more.”

I wrestle myself into position, completely exposed, and shut my eyes tightly in anticipation of what’s next.

The door opens and Dominika calls out. “Doctor. You can come in now.”

Oh god.

“Hello, Charleigh.”

I open my eyes to see a pockmarked old man set his bag down next to the table. He doesn’t even glance my way as he pulls on a white coat and exam gloves and withdraws a syringe from his bag, exposing the top of his combed-over scalp to me. With a couple taps on my inner arm, he withdraws a small vial of blood. Dominika stands back, her arms crossed, supervising.

He drops the vial into some sort of container and moves to the end of the table where my legs are splayed open. He removes his gloves, and I watch a small smile grow on his face as he opens and pokes around my pussy lips with his bare, rough fingers, teasing my clit until I want to die of shame.

“What are you doing? This is not what’s done in an exam—”

But Dominika presses my arm where the blood was just withdrawn and the pain shuts me up.

“Almost done, Charleigh. Now try to relax,” he says, his voice thick. “She’s nice and responsive, Dominika. You’ve done well here.”

She just grunts.

“Ooof,” I groan as he pushes two fingers into my vagina, stopping when he meets resistance. It doesn’t feel good.

Nothing like what Vadik did the day before.

“Wow,” he says, withdrawing his fingers and turning to Dominika. “She’s the real thing. You know how rare that is?”

They continue talking about me like I’m not even there, like I’m nothing more than a hymen and a clitoris, so I sit up on the table and pull my legs together.

“I’ll be back to you with the blood results in a couple days, but I don’t think we’ll find any surprises. Let me know if you need help with the photos. You know that’s one of my weaknesses,” he says with a watery chuckle.

Photos? What the fuck?

Dominika pats him on the back as he heads to the door. She closes it after him.

“Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” she asks.

She doesn’t give me a chance to answer, not that I would.

“Now, let’s get you to work.”