Blackmailed for Lust (Erotica)

Dahlia's night was just starting, yet her whole body felt tired as well as her mind.

She looked at the whole club and there she saw the gradual increase of people who only wanted one in this place.

Some people go for a wilder night than they'd have at the local dive bar, some go to look at some bangin' bodies they'd otherwise have zero access to, and some go hoping to fall in love with their future wife.

And in her case, she can tell that most of them just want to have their one sensual night with her to satisfy their sexual innuendos.

Dahlia started working at Wild Rover for about two months, the same day her grandmother was hospitalized, and to this day she is still confined.

Wild Rover is essentially a cozy neighborhood dive bar, but with naked ladies. The dancers were exceptionally diverse-every ethnicity, body type, and educational background was represented.

Unfortunately, the place was run by a mega-douchebag named Angelo Tan-a red-faced, testosterone junkie who managed the club like an oppressive dictator.

The clientele was mainly businessmen and college students-an interesting mix of big spenders and frat boys.

She thought this was a perfect place for her, but she was wrong.

And she has no choice.

She just shrugged and headed to the counter where Olive was. In the distance, she could clearly see her looking at her while smiling. 

Good thing that she met her. Otherwise, she may not be able to hold on long ago -- because this is almost a job that needs to sell her dignity.

"Babe, didn't you have an exam today? I thought you wouldn't come tonight," Olive greeted her as she finished mixing the hard drinks to be served to the guests.

The tip of Dahlia's lip lifted and sighed tiredly.

"The exam is easy. What a waste of the day if I don't come in," she replied to her and sat in the high chair for a while, while slowly eating from exhaustion.

"You should rest a bit, Dah. Your day will be wasted when you get sick more. It's still your loss," Olive suggested.

Dahlia just smirked.

She knew she was for her good, because she knew what she had experienced in the past few weeks. After all, their exams are one after the other and the finals are next week.

In the morning, she has to wake up early to prepare for university and in the evening, she goes straight here. Only when there are no guests occasionally can she have the opportunity to review her studies.

Both her mind and body are like hamsters thrown on rollers, running 24 hours a day. But she can't rest just because she's wasting her time doing nothing – and she's not making any money by resting.

"I'm fine, Olive, believe me. You know me," Dahlia told her and stood up, and then took the tray with only wines.

Today, their "super tasteful" boss ordered all of them to dress up as rabbit girls: Sexy corsets, black silk, rabbit ears and fluffy rabbit tails. God knows why men always like this kind of thing!

Dahlia was a little bit uncomfortable and wanted to touch the rabbit tail on her clothes, but because the men around her were staring at her, as if they wanted to come up to "help" her do it.

Eventually, she gave up this idea, and started marching to the center to serve the wines she was carrying, carefully avoiding the hands of some drunk or pretended to be drunk men who wanted to harass her.

Her guest today was a local real estate developer, Mr. Falcon. He seemed like a mild-mannered old man, if it weren't for the nauseating way he groped Dahlia's thigh when she handed him a drink and the many hints that he would let her sleep with him.

When she got to his VIP table, he and his friends immediately noticed her dress, and then showed a meaningful smile. Their lustful eyes focused on her body as if they were stripping her off in their minds.

Dahlia swallowed her pride and went to their table.

"Good evening, Mr. Falcon. You come here often as before." DahliaI greeted him and one by one put the wines on their table.

She felt his hand caress her thigh slowly rising, so she winced.

"Of course, Dahlia, you're here. Your alluring beauty made us want to come here often," he said kindly and squeezed her thigh again, so she simply took his hand away.

"Mind if you join us here? I can tell you're Claireilable tonight," said one of his companions and violently pulled her to sit in the middle of them.

 Next, she felt his hand slide down her waist up to the side of her big chest. Dahlia bit her lower lip and stood up.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Duke, but I'm not Claireilable tonight. Please, excuse me," she said quickly and tried to pull herself away from them and stand up.

But obviously, her repeated rejection had completely angered the demon.

This old man always cherishes his life very much. He would bring a team of bodyguards even when he came to the club for a fling. It's possible he even has his bodyguards standing around the bed when he's having sex with a woman.

And now, his bodyguards were coming in handy again.

They seized Dahlia with such force that they carried her into the hands of their master Falcon and forced her to sit on the lap of the demon.

"Dahli, you are such a disobedient girl. Why do you always want to avoid me and refuse me?" He held her waist and pressed her ass firmly on his suit pants.

Dahlia pushed his thigh hard to stay away from his body, but quickly, she realized in despair that God was not fair to men and women from the beginning, at least in strength.

"Mr. Falcon, Please, I'm not going to entertain tonight–"

"What do you mean by that, wearing this kind of outfit, huh?" He interrupted what she was about to say and quickly kissed her neck and even smelled it.

Dahlia's chest throbbed with the anger she was feeling. "Please let go of me, please. You know that's not part of my job..."

"Come here, let's drink. You're so fucking choosy yet you're almost naked to come here. Look at your big boobs here..."

He took the wine handed over by the bodyguard and tried to force her to drink it, but due to her lack of cooperation, most of the wine flowed down her neck and wet her clothes.

This seemed to make him and his friends more excited. They even burst into laughter.

"What? You don't like it? I thought this was what you wanted. It's a pity for your body if you don't let me taste it," he teased and violently licked the wine on her neck.

When Dahlia looked at them all, they looked like animals that were greedy for flesh.

"I-I'm sorry but I really can't now. I'm just here to serve your drinks," she said, trembling.

Dahlia bit her lower lip to hold back her tears. She hates it, but she can't do anything!

"What's your problem, bitch? Stop acting pure innocent, Dahlia. Look at your big breasts, don't you want someone to hold and caress that?"

 Another man stood up and came over. He even asked Falcon to hold her hands for him, and then slapped her chest indecently, making her chest shake in waves.

"As if you're still a virgin. What are you acting up? You will be paid, isn't that all you want?" Falcon said, laughed, and enjoyed the violence his friend had inflicted on her.

Dahlia's heart was almost out of her chest because of the anger she was feeling.

She hates this place, and she hates this job. Every night, over and over again, she had to endure the dirty looks of these men, ignore their disgusting words, dodge their nauseous hands and serve them drinks with a smile.

But she has no choice. This is the most lucrative job she could get so far. She had to earn a lot of money to pay her tuition fee and her Grandma's hospital bills.

But this thing... These people were making her sick to her stomach! They always made her throw up!

In this VIP booth surrounded by bodyguards, no one could save Dahlia. The hall was filled with deafening music, and a stripper performance on the stage was in full swing, causing waves of shrieks and whistles.

She looked at the bar in a desperate attempt to seek for her friend for help, but she wasn't there!

Falcon even began to tear off her wine soaked shirt and took out a large amount of money to stuff between her breasts. Another man grabbed her ankles, pulled off her black heels, and even tried to tear her black silk.

His other friends, as well as his bodyguards, were unmoved by their evil deeds, and even treated her cries of despair as a good show.

Dahlia cried, struggled, vainly trying to grab hold of her collar and preserve her last remaining dignity. And as she struggled, she was stunned when something hit her eyes.

A man was deadly staring at her while holding a shot glass. His expression was dark as he stared at her coldly. He was sitting at the far end of the VIP area with his friends.

Dahlia's heart pounded especially when she saw him look down at her body. As if he was judging her from the way he stares at her.

It was Carter! Her ex-boyfriend!