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Thread: Whatever comes up... (Silvamoon & Adam)

There had always been something about Richard that made Victoria uneasy, something predatory about him. Even when they had first met when she was a teenager she had been uncomfortable around the man, and that discomfort only grew the older she got and the more integrated into the family she became. The young woman could somewhat understand why he would think her quick rise to power in the company was unfair but she did not ask for that privilege it was simply given to her. Now she could see something darker than a predatory instinct in the man's eyes, and it made her heartbeat speed up with anxiety. Victoria had leapt up in attempt to put some space between the two of them, but clearly she did not think the maneuver through as Richard easily trapped her against the clear panes of glass that constituted a wall of the office. To keep some semblance of personal space she planted one outstretched hand against his chest, although that did little to keep the determined man away from her. Her rose pink lips turned down into a frown at his accusation that she wanted him to cover up for her, but before she could refute this statement he trapped her more fully against the cold glass and continued to play with the long locks of her hair. Victoria began to press against Richard's hard chest one-handed to try and move him away from her, but she abruptly stopped and let out a hiss of pain when the man grabbed a fistful of her hair and tilted her head back. What-- She tried to cry out, asking him what he thought he was doing. Victoria could deal with the snide comments and the lecherous looks, but he had never dared to put his hands on her like this! Instead she was cut off by a wince of pain and a whimper as he continued to pull on her hair, sending prickles of pain from her scalp down her spine and forcing her to stand up on the toe of her shoes. Now a new kind of apprehension was curling around her thoughts, one that was tinged with fear as he held her immobile and then began to purposefully slide her skirt up. Victoria held completely skill, her heart nearly beating audibly. When his fingers finally reached the apex of her thighs she let out a frustrated sound and finally sprang into action, raising both hands to push more firmly against his chest and put a few scant inches of space between them. Her body squirmed in his grasp, although tears welled in her eyes as his grip on her hair remained firm. How dare you talk to me and touch me in this filthy manner! Her blue eyes shone with anger as he finally pushed her to her breaking point. I will not succumb to your poor attempts to intimidate me and you would do well to remove your hands from me right now. Although her words were heated it was still hard to take the petite and blonde young woman very seriously.
Thread: Whatever comes up... (Silvamoon & Adam)

Her vain protests just amused him. ...you would do well to... Always so polite and correct! The meekness of her objections sent a clear signal She was guilty of his unspoken accusations, and she knew it. She could have tried to push him away with all her strength or scream out loud for help. Not that she would have had any chance to overpower him, but the fact that she choose not to even try proved what he did already know. Or what? he asked with a playful voice. You will report me for harassment? So I get a minor reprimand, and you loose your job? He shook his head, while his fingers slid in under the cloth of her panties. You're are a smart girl, you wont do that. His crude fingers were running over her slit, just lightly parting her pussylips. He wanted to slam them into her petite little body, ram them up her tight fuckhole. He wanted to see her face as her body got intruded. Would it be filled with fear? Pain? Pleasure? He wanted to know, but he restrained himself it was not time yet. Sooner or later he would get to do anything he wanted with her and a little more, but not now. Instead, he grabbed her panties, and with a snap that tore the fabric apart he ripped them off her body. You are a smart girl. he repeated. You will do as I tell you, because you have no other options. Before he had finished the sentence, he used the firm grip he had on her hair to pull her out of balance, and easily threw her light body down on the floor, apparently with no thought about protecting her from the hard impact. She felt so light in his hands, more like a bag of cotton than an actual human body. He walked over to the pathetic little pile on the floor, and placed himself with one foot on each side of her. There is a club at the intersection of 9th Street and Oak Road. Be there at nine sharp this evening. Looking down with eyes filled with contempt, he frowned. Now crawl out of my office, you filthy worm. he said, raising his arm to point towards the door. He was still holding her torn apart panties in his hand. She would have to do the rest of the day without them. It would serve as a reminder of her place, and as a warning about what was to come.
Thread: Whatever comes up... (Silvamoon & Adam)

Victoria had gone back and forth about her decision to meet Richard later that night as soon as she had left the office for the night, but the peacekeeping side of her personality wanted to have one last chance for the two of them to come to an understanding about her situation. She hoped that meeting him outside of the workplace would let him see her as less of a business rival and would let them meet as equals. She knew that was a slim chance after how he had demeaned her earlier that afternoon but she had to try. Once she left the office and returned to the modest one bedroom condo that she shared with her cat and dog the young woman found it very difficult to convince herself to go out again that night instead wishing to lay around and drink some wine to alleviate the guilt she felt over her secret but as the clock neared nine she forced herself to change quickly and catch a cab to their meeting place. When she was dropped off in front of the seedy and rundown strip club Victoria's brow furrowed in confusion, thinking that perhaps there had been a mistake. In plain view was a street sign that proclaimed that indeed she was actually right where she was supposed to be had a rare frown return to her lips. What was Richard thinking, when he told her to meet him here? Surely there was some kind of mistake, but from the lecherous looks and calls she was getting from the men who were waiting outside of the building she knew it was probably a good idea to go inside and at least see if he was a patron of this establishment. The man guarding the door looked at her with surprise when she requested to be let inside, and without protest he let her enter. It wasn't often an up-town girl came to places like this, she was sure. Victoria smiled tightly at the man as she stepped inside, and immediately she wished she had stayed outside. The interior of the club was cramped, smoky, and dark. There were young women her age walking around in various stages of undress that appeared to be serving drinks to men, and there was a topless woman dancing on one of the main stages. Averting her eyes she slowly glanced around the cramped room, avoiding the eyes of the men at tables nearest her and nearly sighing in relief when she finally spotted Richard at the back of the room. With only a little hesitation she walked in his direction, briefly noticing a waitress with slut written across her chest as they passed by each other. Her blonde brows furrowed in confusion and irritation when she finally reached the man, and she let her opinion be known quickly. You really had me come out to this...establishment, Richard? Surely there are more upscale places that we could continue our negotiations. She gave no sign of the way he had rattled her earlier, her cool blue eyes meeting his squarely.
Thread: Whatever comes up... (Silvamoon & Adam)

Clearly the guests were not used to see another female as a guest. She was the only woman in the room who did not work there, and she probably was the only one to visit the place in a long time. Surprised eyes were turned away from the girl at the stage to her, and a drunk voice from the crowd shouted Loose some clothes, bitch! A roar of laughs rose up. As she continued on, a lonesome, overweight man well past his prime age tried to order a beer from her, obviously thinking she worked there. He was to intoxicated to notice that she ignored his request. When she finally reached Richard, he just smiled. Negotiations? he asked and raised his eyebrows. Sorry darling, but we are passed that phase. You see, I skipped ahead past the trial and the conviction right to the punishment. He took a couple of big gulps from his bear. Looking up at her, he added Oh, I would be a gentleman and by you a drink, if it wasn't for the fact that I want you sober tonight, so you can appreciate the full extent of what happens to you. He emptied his glass, and put it back down on the table with a bang. Gesturing for her to sit down in the leather arm chair opposite him, he continued his monologue. I'll explain to you why you are here. You see, I always thought the story of your life was a fairy tale the girl that went from rags to riches. But as I hope you understand, no fairy tales are true. That applies to your life as well. It was all based on a lie. He paused, looking at her with shrewd eyes. Now I have realized that your life is in fact a Greek tragedy. It start with hubris the protagonist pretends to be something she is not to avoid her fate. And it ends with nemesis she gets punished by the gods for her foolishness, and ends up suffering a mush worse version of her original fate. Now he could not hold the smug laugh that had been building up inside him back. And let's face it honey, we both know what you would have been were it not for the gracious generosity of my father. Already thirsty for another beer, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers to get the attention of the waitress with the conspicuous top.
Thread: Whatever comes up... (Silvamoon & Adam)

Even without stepping foot into the club Victoria knew meeting here would be a bad idea, but she felt compelled to see why Richard had wanted to meet here. As she moved through the club it was difficult to ignore the leers and degrading slurs tossed her way, but when a drunk man mistook her for a waitress the young woman couldn't keep the revulsion from her face and she nearly turned and walked out of the building. Now that she had come to the man on his terms surely they could speak civilly and come to some sort of agreement? Unfortunately for her she knew from the first sentence that came from Richard's mouth that there would be no reasoning with him. Sighing she hefted her purse more securely over her shoulder and crossed her arms, her already perky breasts now appearing fuller and drawing attention to the fact that she was not wearing a bra under the thin fabric of her camisole. Victoria initially declined to sit down, not wanting whatever germs were on that chair to contaminate her, but when one of the patrons brushed too closely to her she let out a huff of annoyance and sat down gingerly. She watched as he downed the majority of the beer he had been drinking, and the young woman's frown deepened when he flippantly mentioned that she had to be sober tonight. What does it matter to you? I'm an adult and I can drink whatever I want. The statement seemed childish, but she was quickly growing tired of thinking he had some power over her. You don't know anything about my life! She finally exclaimed, tired of Richard's monologue. Yes it's true that your father gave me a lot of great opportunities, but I could have been successful if I was on my own! When the slut branded waitress approached she was tempted to order a drink just to spite him, but she was wary of whatever alcohol they served in such a seedy club so she declined. Running a hand through the long blonde locks of her hair, Victoria crossed one knee over the other and waited to see how the man would respond to her outburst.
Thread: Whatever comes up... (Silvamoon & Adam)

Richard just sighed and shook his head. If you hadn't lied to my father you would have been serving horny old men beer and sucking off strangers out on the alley. he stated with a matter-of-factly voice. But if you think you can indeed make it on your own, be my guest. Just get up and walk out of here, and see how you manage to get along once I've shown those photos to my old man. The fact that you let me take these... He picked up her old lace panties from his pocket, putting them on the table. ...without the slightest protest tells me you don't really consider that to be an option. Just as the panties landed on the table, the waitress walked up to them. She studied Victoria with shy but curious eyes, looking somewhat like a reindeer caught in the headlights of a truck. The two girls looked very similar, it was almost spooky. They had the same long, golden hair and the same grey-blueish eyes. But the similarities of their faces stopped at the outer features while Victoria at least tried to uphold a facade of pride and dignity, the waitress had desperation and dejection written all over hers. Even though their bodies were of the same size and type, there were differences there as wells. The waitress breasts were bigger, but obviously fake, and she was so slim that it looked unhealthy, even with the loads of make up she wore cover the pale tone of her skin. But despite all this, it looked almost, but only almost, as if they could have been twins separated at birth, different only because of the different path their lives had taken. Richard handed the waitress a roll of dollar bills. There you go, Nina. he said. Then he turned back to Victoria. But in case you decide to stay, you will have to play by my rules. You will do what I tell you, and the second you disappoint me I will have you thrown out on the street and make a quick call to Marcus. His malicious grin grew larger and larger the more he spoke. The first step for you is to swap clothes with Nina here. he explained in the voice of a stern teacher instructing an unruly child, and gestured towards the other woman. Get started, or get out of here.
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Victoria was not one to be prone to violence, but the condescending smirks and tone of Richard's voice made her want to smack him across the face. She was not a fool, however, and she knew that the instant gratification she would get from doing that would pale in comparison to the revenge she knew he would take. Still, her fingers twitched into fists as she continued to listen to the filth that came from his mouth. How could you say these horrible things? She cried out, quickly getting tired of listening to him berate her. The young woman knew the solution was simply to go to Marcus Ashworth and explain the situation before his son could, but she had been protecting this secret for more then ten years and she just couldn't do it. She paled at the sight of her lacy panties as he nonchalantly pulled them from his pocket. I didn't...protest...at the office because I did not want to draw attention to my little situation here. She hissed to him under her breath as the same waitress from before approached them. Victoria hadn't noticed before in the dim interior of the club, but now as she turned to fully look at the woman she couldn't help but part her lips in shock. What...who is this? She turned to address the question at Richard, but her eyes couldn't leave the girl in front of her. It was scary how similar they looked, although Victoria didn't starve herself and wasn't surgically enhanced anywhere. Victoria knew for a fact that she didn't have any siblings, or cousins, her uncle being her only living relative. It unnerved her to see this poor girl degrading herself to work in such a place. When Richard offered the girl a wad of money she wanted to throw it back in his face and lead the poor thing out of such a horrible place, but clearly she girl was here because she wanted to be. Although she heard Richard's orders, she simply couldn't believe what he wanted her to do. Excuse me? You want me to put on those rags and parade my body around for those pigs to leer at? She tossed her hair over her shoulder, her whole body trembling slightly from a mix of anger and apprehension. I don't think so. Like I said before, why don't we take this discussion somewhere more private? She would do whatever she could to leave this disgusting club.
Thread: Whatever comes up... (Silvamoon & Adam)

She still thinks this is a discussion... Richard said more to himself than to Victoria. You will be taken to the privacy of the basement as soon as you are properly dressed, but you seem to prefer to bitch, so then it's no deal. Many parts of that sentence was a lie, Richard knew that, but he had never been the honest kind. Instead of reflecting on the morality he was doing, he picked up his cell phone. He had his dad, or maybe he should say his boss, on speed dial. While he waited for his father to pick up, he looked at Nina's delicious body. As an experienced professional, she reacted quickly to his hungry gaze and started to give him a lap dance. If there was a no touch rule, Richard did not care to respect it, because the first thing he did when the young girl started to wiggle her ass in front of him was to slap it hard. Nina let out a loud moan, but it was not a very convincing one. Victoria, who could see the poor girls face as she did her best to arouse Richard, got to see the mix of shame, despair and disgust for herself and what she was doing that shone from her eyes as she sensually moved her hips and fondled her own breasts. She must have done this a thousand of times before, but yet she did not seem to have come over the initial feeling of disgrace and replaced it with alienation and apathy. Maybe she never would? As Richard went on to slap her ass again and again, Nina responded with moans that did less to convince anyone of her arousal than the acting of some c-rated porn star. Did you know Nina here is an orphan? Slap. No one took care of her when she was young. Slap. Didn't go to school for long. Slap. She applied for a scholarship from the Ashworth Fund, but even though my father is a generous man and a true philanthropist, there are limits to his resources. Slap. So her application was rejected. I thought she could deserve a day off, after all she's been through, but with no one else for me to play with... Slap. ...I'll guess she will have to stay. It's a shame, don't you think, Victoria? When he mentioned Victoria's name, Nina's eyes grew wider and she took a quick, deep breath in surprise. She even forgot to moan when Richard slapped her. Then finally the senior Mr. Ashworth picked up his phone. Victoria could hear his hoarse voice from the phone, but not make out the words. Hi dad! It's me. Richard said in his sweetest voice. There is something I have been thinking a lot about lately, that we need to talk about. Now. The old man replied something, and with a fake sadness in his voice Richard replied We need to talk about Victoria. Richard was an experienced businessman who had been through many negotiations. He knew a thing or two about making threats, and the first rule was to only make them if you were prepared to carry them out. And that was exactly what he intended to do unless she gave in - detonate the proverbial atom bomb.
Thread: Whatever comes up... (Silvamoon & Adam)

It was true, Victoria still believed she would be able to talk her way out of this situation and hopefully get Richard to agree to something that was less extreme then he had originally been thinking. Although she had been surprised that he would make her meet him at such a depraved place, it wouldn't be the first time she had heard of him frequenting such establishments. Some of the secretaries that worked in the Ashworth building had gossiped to her on more then one occasion that the man liked his women loose and never seemed to be able to settle down, but she had never paid much attention. Now after being in the club and hearing what he wanted her to do she was afraid that it would be much worse in the future. She wanted to ask what would happen in the basement, but her eyes grew wide with worry as she saw him obviously dial someone on his cell phone. Victoria assumed it would be his father, and instinctively she wanted to snatch the phone from his grasp and toss it across the room but it was just a fantasy. Instead she bit her lip as she thought quickly, trying to come up with a solution to her problem before he got his father on the line and spilled his darkest secret. She was distracted from her thoughts when the girl that could be her doppelganger climbed onto Richard's lap without a word and began to dance provocatively, although Victoria could barely call it dancing. It was more like simulating sex while clothed. Victoria had to close her eyes soon, not being able to withstand the harsh look of despair and disgust that crossed the other girls' features. Each tidbit Richard shared about Nina's life felt like a physical blow to her, obviously seeing the parallels to her own situation. For all she knew he could be making it up, but it was too close to her own past that she could hardly stand to listen to it. When the senior Mr. Ashworth finally answered his phone Victoria knew she was out of time, and before she could even fully think her actions through she lept up from her chair and began to shake her head furiously. No, you don't have to tell him anything! She hissed before forcibly grabbing Nina by the arm and pulling her off of him. Is there somewhere private we can do this? She finally asked, dejected by the fact that she had given in.
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Richard was satisfied but not surprised to see Victoria give in at the last second. He had won the chicken race. Well, maybe it wasn't a chicken race, after all she was the only one who risked going over a cliff. For him it was a win-win situation either he would get to have his way with her, or he would have her thrown out of the company and his life. No matter what, he would still consider it a major improvement. Victoria's request for privacy was simply answered with a shake of Richard's head while he continued to talk with his father. I am starting to get worried for her. She works so hard all of the time, sometimes I have seen her at the office way past midnight. Richard was a talented actor, and he had no problem summoning a sugary sweet voice that was both compassionate and concerned. I think she's to worried about her own performance and deal with her insecurities by working harder and harder so she'll feel in control. While the younger and older Mr. Ashworth spoke on the phone, Nina was nonchalantly pulling the pink top over her head. The public nudity did not seem to become her, after all she was quite used to it. As she handed the insulting piece of clothing over to her replacement, she took the chance to exchange some words, whispering so that Richard would not hear her. Who are you? she asked. Sometimes, when he get's a bit overexcited, like this time... She pointed down to her now bare silicon breasts. They were covered in red marks in all directions, baring witness of a thorough and systematic beating with a whip or possibly a cane. ..., then he calls me Victoria by mistake. Richard had his mind focused on the phone call, and did not bother to listen. I think it would be good for her to take a short vacation. And I think she need some words of encouragement from you, to strengthen her self esteem. Why don't you give her some time off as a reward for her great performance?