Thread: An Unknown Fate (Reydan and AndNich123)

Marcus watched her as she crossed her arms, her chin raised up and her tone defiant. He frowned. This one had a little steel in her. A little fire. But he guessed, like a connoisseur looking over a fine art work by an artist whose work he is already intimately aware of, she also had a little of the other in her too. The mewling, panting, gasping side of Tina that he had seen, first hand, that very weekend. And not, by any stretch, for the first time either. He would have to be careful with this one. She was a potential gold mine. But also a firecracker ready to go off. Too much rough handling and she would go off in his hand. She didn't believe her sister capable of being here, from her words, of doing the things that were taking place beyond the shaking wall where the music thumped loudly. He chewed his lip thinking. This girl, however, seemed much less bothered by the club than she claimed Tina had been. Of course, she was right at the beginning. About Tina. But if only she knew.... He stood, smiling, and moved over to the other side of the desk, perching on the corner of the desk a few feet from where she sat before answering. Marcus knew he was a good looking man, and carefully cultivated his muscular appearance. He folded his arms across his barrel of a chest, letting the muscles flex in his tight white t-shirt for her benefit. You wouldn't believe it to look at her, no. But your sister was a great dancer. Sure she was nervous at first but, I think, he paused for effect, weaving the lie carefully, she found it...liberating? Empowering? Then his stroke of perfection. She said she was doing it for her husband. Gary, Gavin.... he waved his hand theatrically as if trying to pluck the name from the ether. He knew all about the distraught husband at home. Said it was a present for him. That she wanted him to see her more sexually and spice up their love life. Something about struggling to have kids? God, he was really plastering the pathos on now. He sighed like a good Samaritan, hoping she bought the act. Anyway, I let her practice here, especially on weekday evenings and late afternoons. The crowds aren't so big or boisterous. But then oneday she was gone. With a load of money from my tills. And a lot of stuff from the client's lockers. He gestured back out to the entrance. We make 'em leave everything but their wallets at the front. Safer that way. But, obviously, a target for thieves. He waved his hands quickly. Not saying your sister is a thief. But I think she's being blackmailed or has gotten herself in over her head. Sweet girl like that. I'm sure it wasn't on purpose. He sighed again. I'd have gotten the police in but, really, that wouldn't have helped. Just driven whoever it was underground. But now that you're here I have an idea about how we might be able to find her....if you're game for a little bit of snooping? He reached down, again flexing more than was necessary for her benefit, and brought out an incredibly skimpy turquoise dress. It had a deep bodice and an impossibly short skirt. He held it out on its hanger. I reckon someone here must know something. How about you ask around? Tell people you're the sister. Tina was popular here, as you'll find out. Everyone....liked her. Someone might tell you something. He grimaced as if what he had to ask her was distasteful. You might have to get into it. Maybe a lap-dance or two? If you need some liquid courage check at the bar. My treat. Lets find your sister. He laid the dress on the desk and left the office, closing the door behind him before she could object. He locked eyes with the nearest bouncer. She don't leave the club he said, jerking his thumb at his office door. The man nodded and whispered something into his earpiece. Marcus strode across to the bar and settled on a stool. He hoped this plan worked. He could always just stun Tessa and ditch her body in a ravine. But maybe, just maybe, she could be broken like the sister. That would be fucking incredible. He watched the office door expectantly. There was nothing for her to find out here. Just the opportunity to get groped, drunk and, hopefully, aroused enough that the real training could start.