Cursed Ch. 08

I passed out from sensual overload. I was still hanging from the padded cuffs when I awoke, and Evan was wiping down my burning body with a towel soaked in milk. Somehow, it eased the intense pain. When I moaned, I realized the gag had been removed. My tormentor worked his way down my burning body, and I realized the boomerang was also gone when he washed between my legs. He finished by taking off my shoes and washing my feet. Thank God he was done with me.

I was surprised when Evan grabbed the back of my thighs and lifted me off the blocks. His erection poked my labia, searching for his target. I shrieked when the tip crashed into my enflamed clit. On the next try, his fat cock slid inside my wet hot pussy. The bastard had only wiped me down to prevent any of the pepper oil from irritating his damn cock. His hands clutched my burning ass and worked my pussy up and down his thick shaft. After a half dozen quick thrusts, he paused.

"God damn it! I'm not going to do all the work. Wrap your legs around my waist and lock your ankles behind me."

He paused a moment for me to comply. Then he said, "Now, fuck my cock, slut, or I'll get my leather whip and rip the flesh from your fat ass."

I don't know where I found the strength, but the threat of more pain got me moving. His fingers dug into my burning ass cheeks as I bounced frantically on his cock. I was all fucked out from the dozens of orgasms he'd beaten out of me. I didn't care if I had another for the rest of my life. All I wanted was to satisfy his perverted lust. Thankfully, it didn't take long before he tilted back his head and let out a roar. I fucked him hard through his orgasm and didn't stop until he collapsed to the floor. Somehow, I managed to get my feet back on the blocks.

The room was silent for a moment. All I could hear was my gasping for air. Finally, Carmen yelled at Alberto to take me down. I couldn't stand on my feet by myself, so he carried me back to the table and dropped my smoldering body in front of his boss. I tried to curl up into a ball, but someone flipped me onto my back. When I felt rough hands spreading my still burning thighs, I uttered a weak protest. Would this night never end?

Greg laugh. "It's my turn again, Princess."

Carmen scowled. "Has anyone heard from Sam? Either we get the poker game started soon, or I'm going to call it a night."

Greg responded. "Fuck that. I'm not leaving while it's my turn."

Greg drove a couple of rough fingers inside my tender vagina and began working to open me up. All I wanted to do was sleep, but I knew these assholes wouldn't let me. I whimpered as Greg dragged my ass to the edge of the table.

Michael responded to Carmen. "I got a text from the chief just after we got here. He said he'd be late. Something about checking on an incident down at the dam. Give me a second, and I'll see if he sent an update. He rarely misses poker night."

Michael walked over to where he'd hung his coat and pulled out his phone. He stood there scratching his balls while checking his messages.

Greg pushed my knees back to my chest and rammed his cock into my poor pussy. If the mayor thought I was going to respond to his latest assault, he was an idiot. I was too busy listening to Michael and praying the police chief wasn't coming. I didn't need a fresh cock at Carmen's poker party looking for pussy.

Michael said, "He sent a text a couple of minutes ago saying to call him. Said it was urgent."

The DA tapped his phone and held it to his ear. Greg got my attention by pinching and twisting my sore nipples while fucking me with long hard strokes that made the table legs squeak. When the DA began shouting, the mayor paused with his cock buried deep in my vagina.

Once he had everyone's attention, Michael said, "Sam said some boys were fishing at the dam around twilight and snagged something in a garbage bag. His men pulled Tony's body out a half-hour ago. The poor bastard was shot in the back of the head. It looks like a mob-style execution."

Evan said, "Oh shit! This looks bad, very bad. Everyone knows there was bad blood between Carmen and Tony. Who else had anything to gain with Tony dead? If it gets out that we were having a sex party with the prime suspect, our careers would be over. We've got to go."

Greg started thrusting into my battered pussy like there was no tomorrow. "Damn it! I had to wait forever. Let me finish."

The DA grabbed Greg and ripped his ejaculating cock out of my pussy. The mayor's cum sprayed the front of my body.

Evan yelled. "We've got to go now. Once the press finds out, they'll be all over Carmen and The Dollhouse."

Carmen protested his innocence while the men hurriedly dressed. When his so-called friends ignored him and hurriedly left, my boss slumped in his chair and rested his head in his hands. I curled up in a ball in the middle of the table. Every muscle in my weary body was sore, and my skin was still burning from the pepper oil. My mind was shattered. The euphoria I had gotten from the cocaine was gone.

After a couple of minutes, Carnen turned to Alberto and shouted out a command. "Get the whore out of here. Take the slut to my office and give her the damn pay envelope on my desk. Then get back here fast. We need to think."

Alberto dragged me to my feet. He grabbed my Japanese robe and tossed it to me as we hurried out of the party room. Carmen remained behind to brood by himself.

I didn't have time to pull on the colorful robe until we stopped in front of Carmen's office door. Alberto entered a code on a numeric keypad by the heavy steel door. I hadn't noticed the keypad when I showed up for my interview because Alberto had opened the door before I had time to reconsider my decision. I've always been good at memorizing patterns since they are fundamental to dancing, and this combination was simple. It started with 0 and then hit the four corners in clockwise order: 1, 3, 9, 7.

I followed Alberto into the office and listened to him curse when he failed to find the pay envelope on the big desk. I shuddered when I saw the big glass dildo holding down a stack of papers. It had only been eight hours since Carmen had ordered his assistant to rape me with the freezing glass dildo to prove my loyalty. I reluctantly stepped behind the desk and looked around on the floor for the money I desperately needed for my daughter's medicine.

Alberto called his boss, and I heard an exchange of curses. When he hung up, he bent down and opened the bottom drawer of the desk. An envelope with my name on it was on top. He grabbed it, and I got a quick glimpse of a big handgun that looked twice the size of the one Ashley had loaned me. It looked powerful enough to blow a man's head off.

Alberto quickly slammed the drawer shut and held the envelope out to me. When I reached for it, he held on to it for a moment.

"You did all right tonight, but tomorrow night will be more challenging. You're still rolling on ecstasy, and you took a massive dose of speed. It'll be some time before you can sleep. When you come down, you'll come down hard. I doubt you'll enjoy your second night working for Carmen nearly as much as the first.

"I'm sure you'll be hungover from all the alcohol, but the worst part will be the after-effects of the ecstasy. The drug releases serotonin in your brain to give you pleasure. You took so much ecstasy that it'll take a week to get your serotonin levels back to normal. Tomorrow will be hell. You won't like anyone or enjoy anything. Of course, we still expect you to work hard and fake a smile if you must.

"I'm sure we will have a bigger crowd tomorrow night once word gets out that the Ice Princess is on fire. Everyone in the club will be eager to fuck you, but first, I expect you to do a stellar job entertaining the Japanese managers at 9:00. As a reward for tonight's performance, you can come in late tomorrow night. If you get here by 7:00, you should have enough time to get warmed up before your performance in the Asian Room."

I ignored his sick laugh. "Do I have time for a shower before you and Carmen leave?"

"Sure, if you make it quick. Carmen and I will be talking for a while. Let me know when you leave so I can lock up."

I staggered back to the changing room and took another shower. The soap and water washed off more of the capsaicin oil, and the burning sensation faded a bit. I dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt that had seen better days. I paused before I left and scratched the pattern of Carmen's office keypad on the back of my locker door.

There was a glow in the East when I stumbled out of the club. I heard Alberto slam the door behind me. It was bitter cold, and the Honda that had belonged to Steve's wife was covered with half a foot of powdery lake effect snow. I was glad Steve had talked me into wearing his wife's winter coat. I brushed the snow off the driver's side door and managed to break through the layer of ice, keeping the door from opening. The car started on the first try. I'd never experienced the joy of a new car, and it was fantastic. I turned on the heater and got out to brush off the snow. By the time I scraped off the layer of ice from the windows, the inside was toasty.

I was glad the streets were empty. My brain was foggy, and my reaction times were slow. Even though the car had snow tires, the layer of ice beneath the snow on the road surface made the car skid if I took a curve too fast. It was too early for the snowplows, and the streets were covered with enough snow to hang up the sedan's frame if I drove out of the tracks left by other cars. My driving was erratic at best. I prayed that I didn't have an accident. I didn't want to try convincing a police officer that I was good friends with the mayor.

By the time I drove into the garage at Steve's house, it was nearly five in the morning. I was surprised that his car was gone. Maybe he'd had a hot date last night and had stayed over at the lady's house. I was surprised that I felt jealous. At least someone was having fun. I hoped I could catch three or four hours of sleep before I had to pick up Amber from the babysitter.

There was a note on the door leading into the house. It said that my babysitter had called. Amber was running a fever, and Steve had gone to pick her up. He didn't know how to reach me and told me to call his cell phone. I was alarmed to see Steve had written the time on the note. He had left nearly four hours ago. I hurried inside and used the house phone to call Steve. He sounded tired when he answered after several rings.

"Tiffany?"

"Please tell me Amber is all right."

"I think so. We're at St. Elizabeth's Hospital. She's in intensive care. The doctors are encouraging."

I started sobbing and slid down the wall to sit on the floor.

Steve said, "Stay right there. I'll come and pick you up. The streets are in bad shape, and I have four-wheel drive. I don't want you getting into an accident because you're worried about Amber."

I dropped the receiver and gave into my tears. Had everything I'd done tonight been for naught?

I'd made a deal with the devil to save my daughter's life, but Satan hadn't kept his end of the bargain. Instead, Amber lay dying in the hospital, and I was left trapped in an unbreakable contract with Carmen. I didn't have any reason to live if God took my precious Amber. What was the point? Carmen owned my body and would continue selling it to strangers until no one wanted it anymore.

Mary Beth's curse had been fulfilled. She'd said girls named Tiffany and Ashley were destined to be strippers and prostitutes. She had been so prophetic. I wondered why she hadn't also foretold that I would be a murderer. I had barely hesitated before I shot the debt collector. Was I also capable of shooting Carmen and Alberto? My life was rapidly spinning out of control. Before tonight, I could have argued that I wasn't a whore because Tony and Frankie had taken me against my will. Tonight, I had been used by one stranger after another, and I couldn't deny that my body had taken pleasure in my degradation.