Sold to him

Sold to Diaz Cartel

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Chapter 2: Sold to him

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“I want her.”

Lucius is ready to say something smug but as he looks towards his boss he realises the way he is looking at the dancer on stage with intensity, so he opts to skip the teasing.

He nods at Diaz and starts walking straight towards the office in the back where he knows he will find the manager to settle a prize.

Money doesn’t matter in this case, he is sure Diaz will pay anything just to have the shiny new toy he just found.

The music reaches its peak and then suddenly fades out as do the lights, only leaving a beam of white light shining on a kneeling Althea in the centre of the extended stage.

The three girls who have been waiting in the back walk towards the stage and start dancing around her, turning faster and faster until one of them tears the beautiful wings off of the angel on the floor and the lights go off.

And remember, Althea will be debuting tonight. If you want to have an exquisite time, please refer to our lovely Cherub who will take your bid.

The announcement is overshadowed by the collective sigh that can be heard followed by a few calls for more and just as Diaz thinks the show is over a red light turns the stage on revealing the three girls gone, replaced by three men wearing black leather masquerade masks, leather shorts and chokers.

Although he isn’t looking at the three dull men behind, all his attention is on the beautiful angel still kneeling in the centre of the stage who changed her ethereal white outfit for a devilish sinful one.

A pair of black tight shorts hug her plump ass like a second skin, making it look even more unreal, complete with fishnet tights that just make her legs look longer and a harness that goes from her waist to each of her legs.

For the upper part she is wearing a crop top short enough to leave her toned abdomen out, hold into place by another harness going from her chest to her neck turning into a choker.

Her fluffy blonde hair is messy which gives her a sexier look but the true downfall are those sinful lips that could tempt anyone.

This time the dance routine has mostly floor moves showing Althea’s insane flexibility and rhythm. By this time half the audience has a hard on or has already gone to the back rooms to take care of it and Diaz is no exception.

Every move Althea makes on the floor makes his pants feel tighter and more uncomfortable but it isn’t until, while performing a very unholy split, she sticks her tongue to wet those lips that Diaz loses it.

He stands up to look for Lucius or Ronan when the routine finally ends, the lights get back to normal and the dancers go backstage.

“Here,” Ronan says appearing out of nowhere with a new bottle of whiskey.

“Where’s Lucius?”

“Did you ring?” He appears joking with a boxy smile. “Sorry, Diaz. It took me a while to convince mr. Bad breath over there,” He points to an old man wearing a cheap looking suit and yellow sunglasses. “He didn’t want to let go of their precious Althea.”

“Did you get her?”

“Of course I did! Who do you take me for?” Lucius sprays some perfume and takes a mint to try and get rid of the disgusting smell. “I don’t want to go near him ever again. I’m sure he hasn’t brushed his teeth since—“

“Good,” he says interrupting the whining of the older. “Now go and tell him I need his best room.”

“Didn’t you hear what I just said about him smelling like—“

“Now.”

Diaz’s tone is serious which sends a shiver through both men.

“Ronan,” He orders. “Go fetch the kid and make sure everything is ready in the room.”

“Yes, Boss.”

The two men dash to get what their Boss just asked in the fastest time possible.

I can’t wait to have have you, Althea.

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The lights go off as a cue for them to go backstage. Althea stands up and rushes backstage just in time before the lights turn back on. She takes a deep breath and wipes some sweat off of her forehead while walking slowly to the changing rooms because her calves are killing her.

That last bit of the floor routine always makes her legs cramp no matter how many times she practices it and even if she’s used to it already it still hurts.

As soon as she gets in the room she throws herself on a chair and closes her eyes.

She doesn’t want to do this, none of this, not anymore. She loves dancing but not like this. She hates the ever lingering smell of alcohol, smoke and sweat that sticks to her hair night after night.

She hates the looks all this men have, ready to eat her whole. She hates everything about her life but she knows there is nothing else for her after this.

After she was kidnaped and forced into the life of a stripper, her old life and dreams died with the sun of that day.

“Go change into your debut outfit,” orders one of the guards watching the door in a heavy Russian accent.

That is when her heart sinks to her feet.

Althea had successfully forgotten what was meant to happen tonight and her blood runs ice cold.

'Seraph’ was different from other strip clubs running on the backs of trafficked dancers, or that is what everyone said in the dorms.

The club likes to build a strong fan base for new dancers before auctioning them to the highest bidder in their debut day. Time varies between dancers but one of the bouncers told him it takes longer for virgins since they are most likely to sell for a higher price the longer the fans have to wait.

“Hey! Althea!” The goon snaps his fingers in front of her face. “Go change now, you dumb fuck. The auction will start soon.”

It gave her nightmares.

Every night, she would dream of the night after her debut when she was no longer a virgin and an available option for the goons to pick her.

She hated the shivers that would run through her whole body every time she woke up to the screams of another victim of the violent fucks her co-workers had to endure when they were picked.

And later, she would spill tears after seeing the broken souls they left behind as if they were an object to be merely disposed of after using it.

To them the people living in those concrete dorms, Althea, were nothing but a body to sell and fuck.

No. Fuck this life. I never asked for any of this.

“Clean yourself as much as possible, understood? I want you spotless when I come back.”

Althea is at a loss of words so she just nods. She makes sure to keep the shower short but efficient as she washes herself twice, scrubbing her whole body and focusing on the parts any of the men touched.

The greasy feeling of their rough touch still prickles at Althea’s skin as she is rushed out of the shower and into a new outfit that is much more high end than her debut outfit is supposed to be.

She is pushed to a chair where three more dancers take care of her hair, make up and nails as best as they can in the smallest time frame.

She tries to ask the manager a couple times what is going on but she is hushed every time.

By the end of the fifteen minutes Althea is covered in silver glitter from head to toe, her hair is combed to the side in a messy fluff of blonde and every inch of her nails is clean.

One of the dancers is about to spray perfume on her but the manager stops her with a slap to the hand.

“Don’t, he has a very sensitive smell. Your cheap shit will cause him an allergy.”

In the haze of the rush, Althea lost the opportunity to ask for an explanation. She never heard of a debut day being this important.

“Manager,” calls Althea in a shy voice. “I thought the auction wasn’t going to start but until eleven.”

“Oh, my innocent Althea,” he says in such a pitying voice it sends shivers through Althea’s spine. “ I am sorry but tonight the auction won’t be taking place since someone already bought you. You really were my favourite.”

The surprised expression of the blonde must have been too much for the man because he keeps talking. “I’m afraid the man who paid for you tonight will be taking you home. This is our farewell my sweet and innocent Althea.”

“What?”

The man that paid for you tonight will be taking you home.

Everyone likes to think Althea is so pure and naive but she is not stupid. She knows exactly what those sound proof doors hide behind their velvety exterior.

It makes her want to cry.

She never wanted anything more than to dance.

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TBC