1. Trafficked Love Ch. 19


    Date: 7/18/2015, Categories: Fiction, Body modification, Discipline, Hardcore, Job/Place-of-work, Male Domination, Non-Erotic, Prostitution, Reluctance, Slavery, Stockholm Syndrome, Violence, Written by women, Author: ObedientAngel, Rating: 78.6, Source: sexstories.com

    name? Fallen Angel?” He stopped, searching out the men who were talking about Angel. He followed their gaze, finding Angel standing by the stairs to the stage. She was talking to one of the dancers, who was doubled over, trying to hear her over the crowd. Rich made his way through the crowd, shoving himself between the men who were gathering around the stage, whistling and shouting their vulgar compliments at the dancers. “Angel,” he shouted, once he was within hearing distance from her, still pushing his way over to her. She turned, her gaze searching the crowd until she spotted him. She turned back to the dancer, and told the girl something Rich couldn’t hear, before the girl looked up at Rich, then back at Angel, nodded, and left. “Angel, let’s get out of here,” he spoke just below shouting once he had made his way to her. She nodded in response, and pushed past him, heading to the front door. Rich looked around the club. Amber was right, the men weren’t tipping the dancers. The only thing they seemed to be throwing at them were their crude comments. He looked up at the balcony, catching sight of a few fellow pimps, all of them seemed to be focused on Angel. Some spoke to one another, some pointed, but all seemed to be highly interested in her. Rich’s jaw clenched and he followed Angel out of the club. +-+-+ The car ride was quiet. Rich had his radio on low volume. It was a police radio, tuned in to the local police station, so Rich could hear about any disturbances that ...
    could involve any of his girls. A gentle rain had begun to fall, and Angel watched it out the truck window. She debated about asking him. It could easily be considered out of line to ask, but the question was eating at her. “Why didn’t you tell me about the shooting at the club?” Rich glanced over at her. “Why would it matter to you?” She kept quiet, still staring out the window. “It was just some drunk guys arguing. Nothing serious.” “It is serious. There was a shooting.” “Shit like that happens all the time. It doesn’t effect you.” “It does effect me. I dance there.” Rich didn’t respond. “Rackel said the club has be dry since it happened.” “Who’s Rackel?” “One of the dancers.” “And who’s girl is she?” “Why does it matter? She works there. She makes a living there. Like me. She’s there every night. She said people just aren’t paying anymore. They’re afraid the police will show up. And she said there’s been some really sketchy guys hanging around after hours.” “It’s just an off season. Business will pick back up again.” Rich really wanted to believe what he was saying, but he couldn’t deny the fact that money wasn’t flowing at the club. He hadn’t allowed Angel to work at the club since the shooting. He knew her fan base was not exactly the safest crowd, and he didn’t want to put her in more of a risk than she already was. He hadn’t told her, because telling her about the shooting would force him to come to terms with the fact that the club was no longer working in his favor, ...
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