chubbsman7
08-16-2010, 08:51 PM
The electronic music (especially the bass) pounded through the club. It was a nice club, very sophisticated like. The bar was a flat stainless steel slab of metal, along with most everything in the club. It was a very futuristic looking bar, as there was hardly a sight of any organic or wooden material, save the wine rack, for the most exorbitant and luxurious vintages, some dating back to pre-nineteenth century.
It had a rustic feel to it, but it was still very futuristic. The rising techno group blaring music in the background, along with a dancefloor with a crowd of people grooving to a strange beat. The floor had light up pads, which changed colors when somebody stepped on a small square, which made it radiate all spectrums of the rainbow.
It seemed the wealthiest clients were here. Included, yet not, was I. Most nights, I'd be on the floor, getting some grind action, even, but tonight... I didn't feel it tonight.
"Hey, baby... you lookin' for a good time?" I heard a voice sit down beside me.
"Fuck off creepo." I sipped my margarita, taking the juicy alcoholic flavor down.
The man took the hint, and walked back onto the dance floor in his black outfit and fedora. I did like fedora's...
"Kim, why won't you join in on the fun?" My friend, Alie, asked me, taking a seat next to me on the barstool.
"I'm not feeling it tonight..." I muttered, taking another sip.
"Come on, Kimmy, you're never feeling it!"
"I danced last week, give me a break..." I argued.
"You didn't go home with anyone last week, though..."
"I haven't gone home with anyone at the club, Alie..." I reminded her. "They're all creeps. I'd rather meet someone at a coffee shop in the middle of the day, rather than some sick fuck taking me to his apartment and then stabbing me..."
"Kim... do you realize how often that happens?" She tried to convince me.
"I read a story about it that happened just a week ago! Don't try to convince me that it doens't!"
"Kim, that was almost in the projects club. That's just another shitty hooker club..."
She did prove a good point. I wouldn't be caught dead there... well, actually, I might. I hope not...
"Come on, for me?" She gave me the puppy dog look. I tried to resist, but she's so damn good at it...
"Fine. I swallowed the rest of the margarita, almost gagging at the large intake.
I walked onto the floor, letting down my blonde, straight hair for tonight. 'Alie owes me big time for this!', I thought to myself.
Immediately, I found myself in the midst of a group of men. Go figure. A woman can't dance here without immediately being hit on.
I took advantage of my position, and acted it out with them. The man with the black fedora was dancing along with everyone else.
After a few minutes of this dancing/grind session, I stepped out of it, to sit back down at the bar. The man with the black fedora sat down next to me, again.
"So, how are yo-"
"What do you want?" I snarled to him, completely changing who was in control of the conversation.
"Oh, so you're like that? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come off as so impolite..."
"Well, it did. You come off as a creep, honestly." I replied back to him.
"Oh, and do you know who I am?" He came back?
"No, would I care?" I replied.
"I think you might." He took off his fedora to reveal medium length, thin dirty blonde hair.
"Oh my go-" I was stunned. "How did yo-!" I tried.
He put his index finger to his lips. "Let's go downstairs, Kimeya..."
He led me by the wrist area past the bar and into the kitchen. I received strange looks from the chinese chefs cooking the extravagant dishes.
He opened a wooden door near the back of the kitchen, almost hidden between two metal cabinets. Past the door, I stepped onto a set of concrete stairs the went down a level into a basement.
"Take a seat," he told me, as he turned on a single light bulb, adding to the eeriness of the basement.
"Now, you thought that I was going to let you go, now?" He chuckled, sounding very evil-ish.
"This is all one game to you, isn't it! Just leave me alone!" Tears started coming out, as my body felt limp on the chair.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" He laughed. "You were once a friend, you know? Do you even remember my name, Kimeya?" He asked me, sounding as impolite as ever.
"James. It was James." I tried to stop crying, but even more tears flooded out.
"You broke our bargain, didn't you, Kimmy?" He chuckled at me. "I don't like it when my contracts are broken, and neither do my clients." He barked through his teeth.
"I left that life, James... I got tired of it! Why couldn't you just leave me alone!" That's all I wanted to know. I wanted to be left alone. I was done with that life...
"Because, unfortunately, business is business." He sat down in a chair across from me. "Business is how I got places like this installed. My clients pay the best, and when I lose an investment so suddenly... that doesn't fare well for my clients." He ominously spoke.
"You were one of the best, Kimeya." He paused. "I liked you. You gave me the best profits I ever had! So, for both of our sakes, you're going to have to endure until the length of your contract has been completed." He hissed at the end.
"...And if I say no?" I retorted.
"If you say no, you will lose your job, all of your money, your integrity, and anything else I feel like it. I do have connections, my dear."
I couldn't lose it. I couldn't lose everything I've worked for... being a twenty-one year old, barely legal in this bar to drink alcohol... I had it made.
But no. This was no... I couldn't agree to this. Not for the length I had agreed to.
"Did I mention, it won't really matter if you say no? If you say no, I can reinforce what I have just said, and I will still have control over you."
"That's rape." I muttered.
"Oh, it may be, but this is my business, as my business is purely illegal. You of all people should know that..." He paused. "I'll give you two minutes. If you need more time... well, you will probably make up your mind before then." He grinned, and returned up the concrete stairs.
I burst into complete tears. This man had once given me everything, and now he's about to take it away. This is impossible. How could the club I've been going to for so long now be his installment? This was impossible!
He'd been known to lie though... I can find a way out of this if I wanted to, though...
I got up from my chair, in an effort of false hope, and climbed up the stairs, only to realize that it indeed was locked. Of course. I should've guessed. There's no way he would've been that irresponsible.
I went back down, and sat in my chair. Immediately after, I heard the door click open, and James return down.
"Have you decided yet?"
I didn't reply.
"Ah, I see that's the way it's going to be..." He muttered. He looked up the stairs and nodded.
About thirty seconds later, I saw my friend, Alie, being forced down the stairs by a man, again, in a black fedora.
"Don't bring her into this!" I screamed at him.
"Excuse me, but I didn't bring her into this. You did." He grinned.
He grabbed a piece of paper, sitting on a nearby wooden table.
"Sign this." He told Alie, handing her a pen. I could see silvery streaks running down her cheeks.
"Sign it!" He forcefully said. "If you don't, you will lose everything, he barked through his teeth. "Your job... your savings... your little brother?" That sparked a reaction, and an angry one too.
"That's murder!" She exclaimed, having more tears come down her cheek. "How do you know this!?"
"Alie... shut. Up." I told her, rather forcefully, yet a very good suggestion.
"Oh, we know almost everything we need to know about you two. We've been planning this ever since our little friend here escaped us."
I got up, hoping I could possibly help her, but was immediately forced down from a man standing behind the chair. He blended in so well from the darkness, I hadn't noticed her was there. There might've been thirty of them here, for all I knew.
"Alie, in a year, you will be released from our service, with your job, your savings, and your little brother. If you don't sign this, then... well, you can say goodbye to everything." He smiled, and then laughed sadistically.
She grabbed the pen, trembling, and made a scribble that qualified as a signature on the paper. James handed it to a man that stood beside that table that I also had failed to notice.
"It's good being back in business, yes it is..." He chuckled, "Take a seat, Alie."
To give you a little information, Alie's little brother was severly sick with leukemia. It would only take trace amount of chemicals to murder him. Steven (her little brother) was one of the few things she had cared about in life.
Both of us, still in tears, slunked down in our chairs, totally defeated. We could do nothing against this.
"I'm sorry, Alie..."
She didn't reply, making me cry even harder.
"It's fine..." She muttered hoarsly, after a few seconds, finally. "It's not your fault..."
It had a rustic feel to it, but it was still very futuristic. The rising techno group blaring music in the background, along with a dancefloor with a crowd of people grooving to a strange beat. The floor had light up pads, which changed colors when somebody stepped on a small square, which made it radiate all spectrums of the rainbow.
It seemed the wealthiest clients were here. Included, yet not, was I. Most nights, I'd be on the floor, getting some grind action, even, but tonight... I didn't feel it tonight.
"Hey, baby... you lookin' for a good time?" I heard a voice sit down beside me.
"Fuck off creepo." I sipped my margarita, taking the juicy alcoholic flavor down.
The man took the hint, and walked back onto the dance floor in his black outfit and fedora. I did like fedora's...
"Kim, why won't you join in on the fun?" My friend, Alie, asked me, taking a seat next to me on the barstool.
"I'm not feeling it tonight..." I muttered, taking another sip.
"Come on, Kimmy, you're never feeling it!"
"I danced last week, give me a break..." I argued.
"You didn't go home with anyone last week, though..."
"I haven't gone home with anyone at the club, Alie..." I reminded her. "They're all creeps. I'd rather meet someone at a coffee shop in the middle of the day, rather than some sick fuck taking me to his apartment and then stabbing me..."
"Kim... do you realize how often that happens?" She tried to convince me.
"I read a story about it that happened just a week ago! Don't try to convince me that it doens't!"
"Kim, that was almost in the projects club. That's just another shitty hooker club..."
She did prove a good point. I wouldn't be caught dead there... well, actually, I might. I hope not...
"Come on, for me?" She gave me the puppy dog look. I tried to resist, but she's so damn good at it...
"Fine. I swallowed the rest of the margarita, almost gagging at the large intake.
I walked onto the floor, letting down my blonde, straight hair for tonight. 'Alie owes me big time for this!', I thought to myself.
Immediately, I found myself in the midst of a group of men. Go figure. A woman can't dance here without immediately being hit on.
I took advantage of my position, and acted it out with them. The man with the black fedora was dancing along with everyone else.
After a few minutes of this dancing/grind session, I stepped out of it, to sit back down at the bar. The man with the black fedora sat down next to me, again.
"So, how are yo-"
"What do you want?" I snarled to him, completely changing who was in control of the conversation.
"Oh, so you're like that? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come off as so impolite..."
"Well, it did. You come off as a creep, honestly." I replied back to him.
"Oh, and do you know who I am?" He came back?
"No, would I care?" I replied.
"I think you might." He took off his fedora to reveal medium length, thin dirty blonde hair.
"Oh my go-" I was stunned. "How did yo-!" I tried.
He put his index finger to his lips. "Let's go downstairs, Kimeya..."
He led me by the wrist area past the bar and into the kitchen. I received strange looks from the chinese chefs cooking the extravagant dishes.
He opened a wooden door near the back of the kitchen, almost hidden between two metal cabinets. Past the door, I stepped onto a set of concrete stairs the went down a level into a basement.
"Take a seat," he told me, as he turned on a single light bulb, adding to the eeriness of the basement.
"Now, you thought that I was going to let you go, now?" He chuckled, sounding very evil-ish.
"This is all one game to you, isn't it! Just leave me alone!" Tears started coming out, as my body felt limp on the chair.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" He laughed. "You were once a friend, you know? Do you even remember my name, Kimeya?" He asked me, sounding as impolite as ever.
"James. It was James." I tried to stop crying, but even more tears flooded out.
"You broke our bargain, didn't you, Kimmy?" He chuckled at me. "I don't like it when my contracts are broken, and neither do my clients." He barked through his teeth.
"I left that life, James... I got tired of it! Why couldn't you just leave me alone!" That's all I wanted to know. I wanted to be left alone. I was done with that life...
"Because, unfortunately, business is business." He sat down in a chair across from me. "Business is how I got places like this installed. My clients pay the best, and when I lose an investment so suddenly... that doesn't fare well for my clients." He ominously spoke.
"You were one of the best, Kimeya." He paused. "I liked you. You gave me the best profits I ever had! So, for both of our sakes, you're going to have to endure until the length of your contract has been completed." He hissed at the end.
"...And if I say no?" I retorted.
"If you say no, you will lose your job, all of your money, your integrity, and anything else I feel like it. I do have connections, my dear."
I couldn't lose it. I couldn't lose everything I've worked for... being a twenty-one year old, barely legal in this bar to drink alcohol... I had it made.
But no. This was no... I couldn't agree to this. Not for the length I had agreed to.
"Did I mention, it won't really matter if you say no? If you say no, I can reinforce what I have just said, and I will still have control over you."
"That's rape." I muttered.
"Oh, it may be, but this is my business, as my business is purely illegal. You of all people should know that..." He paused. "I'll give you two minutes. If you need more time... well, you will probably make up your mind before then." He grinned, and returned up the concrete stairs.
I burst into complete tears. This man had once given me everything, and now he's about to take it away. This is impossible. How could the club I've been going to for so long now be his installment? This was impossible!
He'd been known to lie though... I can find a way out of this if I wanted to, though...
I got up from my chair, in an effort of false hope, and climbed up the stairs, only to realize that it indeed was locked. Of course. I should've guessed. There's no way he would've been that irresponsible.
I went back down, and sat in my chair. Immediately after, I heard the door click open, and James return down.
"Have you decided yet?"
I didn't reply.
"Ah, I see that's the way it's going to be..." He muttered. He looked up the stairs and nodded.
About thirty seconds later, I saw my friend, Alie, being forced down the stairs by a man, again, in a black fedora.
"Don't bring her into this!" I screamed at him.
"Excuse me, but I didn't bring her into this. You did." He grinned.
He grabbed a piece of paper, sitting on a nearby wooden table.
"Sign this." He told Alie, handing her a pen. I could see silvery streaks running down her cheeks.
"Sign it!" He forcefully said. "If you don't, you will lose everything, he barked through his teeth. "Your job... your savings... your little brother?" That sparked a reaction, and an angry one too.
"That's murder!" She exclaimed, having more tears come down her cheek. "How do you know this!?"
"Alie... shut. Up." I told her, rather forcefully, yet a very good suggestion.
"Oh, we know almost everything we need to know about you two. We've been planning this ever since our little friend here escaped us."
I got up, hoping I could possibly help her, but was immediately forced down from a man standing behind the chair. He blended in so well from the darkness, I hadn't noticed her was there. There might've been thirty of them here, for all I knew.
"Alie, in a year, you will be released from our service, with your job, your savings, and your little brother. If you don't sign this, then... well, you can say goodbye to everything." He smiled, and then laughed sadistically.
She grabbed the pen, trembling, and made a scribble that qualified as a signature on the paper. James handed it to a man that stood beside that table that I also had failed to notice.
"It's good being back in business, yes it is..." He chuckled, "Take a seat, Alie."
To give you a little information, Alie's little brother was severly sick with leukemia. It would only take trace amount of chemicals to murder him. Steven (her little brother) was one of the few things she had cared about in life.
Both of us, still in tears, slunked down in our chairs, totally defeated. We could do nothing against this.
"I'm sorry, Alie..."
She didn't reply, making me cry even harder.
"It's fine..." She muttered hoarsly, after a few seconds, finally. "It's not your fault..."