Thread: The Twisted Casino (LataPaine and I)

Parisa glances nervously up to the man winking to her, quickly diverting her eyes in an attempt to avoid eye contact since she doesnt want to give the bouncer any wrong idea. She already gets messed with by the customers, and she feels she doesnt need an employee of the casino bothering her throughout the night while she is trying to do her job. Not wanting to give the wrong impression to the bouncer, she hurries herself through the doors behind the man guiding her. As soon as she walks passed the doors, she coughs as she picks up the strong scent of cigarettes, cigars, and something else she cant quite pinpoint. She thought she was used to the smoking in the main part of the casino, but the new area feels so much stronger. She even begins to feel a little dizzy as she follows the man through the hallway. The further they go, the strong the scent of smoking becomes, finding it a little nauseating. She cant help but have second thoughts as she follows the man, thinking she may get lung cancer just working there. If it wasnt for the scented candles, it probably wouldnt be bearable to her. She continues following through his large office, soon following him down into the open floor area. Her eyes widen as a horrified expression forms on her face, seeing what appears to be an orgy. Her eyes cant help but frantically scan the large room, watching as women are made to dance, wait in cages, and perform sexual acts with the customers. She barely even reacts when feeling the man place his hand upon her back, so distracted with what she is seeing as she is nudged further into the room. Listening to him explain what she is looking at, she just cant believe what she is hearing. Looking to the women, she can see that they have been quite broken with the will to resist drained out of them from constant use. She doesnt even want to ask what the fluid is thats drooling from their mouths along with the various stains along the stage. Her body trembles and her body jumps slightly when feeling his hand move to her rear end, feeling his fingers gripping her ass cheeks through the fabric of her little skirt and panties as he continues to explain what her new higher paying position would be. In-Interested? N-No, no! I I cant do this! This is disgusting! She yells at the man, finally snapping out of it as she turns to slap his hand away from her ass. Now facing him, she is unknowingly moving further into the room, walking backwards as she stares with a terrified expression. Im just 17! I-Im quitting! She yells out, feeling she cant work in a place that would do horrible things to women. While she stands there, she breathes in heavily of the fumes that surround her, further making her dizzy. She can feel her heart racing, feeling so afraid to be there. Sweat can even be seen starting to glisten from her flesh, feeling like she is in a completely different environment since the room feels so heated and humid with what is going on around her. Because she doesnt hear any screams or cries for help, but can only assume the women are prostituting themselves willingly. Though, she isnt sure since quite a few of them appear to be locked up against their will. Im leaving! She again yells at the man, stumbling as she tries to walk passed him. She is currently wearing a dark blue mini skirt, pink panties, a dark blue tube top with the mid drift cut to expose her stomach, white gloves that rear her elbows, a white collar, a little pink tie, a black head band with bunny ears, black knee high stockings, pink high heels, and no bra.