trousers on a narrow leather belt with a curly letter D on the buckle. He was practically reclining on his extravagant throne, surrounded by a retinue, stretching out his arms and looking at Vika with a wistful smile. The lights of the disco lights were reflected in the waves of his carefully laid dark golden hair. In front of him, on a small table resembling a translucent ice cube, a glass of poisonous turquoise cocktail decorated with strawberries piled up. He leaned over the table, ran his thumb over the sweaty surface of the glass and licked ice drops. Remembering what happened between them just a few hours ago, and, catching on him his lazy look of a well-fed predator, Vika felt that she felt sick and hot.

“Unfasten her hands,” ordered Victor. It seemed to him that Vika was rather pale and looked a little haggard, but in all other respects she was superb, as was the queen of the catwalk, who was used to being in the spotlight. From one of her trousers in his pants, he began to move when he thought about how he was going to knock out this insolence and self-confidence from her.

Vika released her hands and pushed the monster in the shape of Endymion, and she gritted her teeth and stared at the floor stubbornly.

- Why don't you say anything? I think you have already read the terms of our cooperation ...

- I have nothing to say.

- It is a pity ... Everyone says that Vika Raven doesn’t put a finger in your mouth - it will bite off to the very elbow.

It was terribly stupid and humiliating, but at that moment Vika remembered precisely about his finger in her mouth. A wave of sensual memories of her own excitement swept through her body at that moment. What is it with her really ?! How can she respond to this bastard? This is his vile smug little smile to blame!

- I do not remember what I was. Perhaps, such as you think ... but at the moment you are deeply disgusting to me. I would not want you to be mistaken about this.

Not immediately, but Victor still laughed. Snickers sounded in his elite environment. Some of the outside observers came closer to them, idly watching the accomplishment with a glass of whiskey or a glass of champagne in hand. The ring of interested spectators shrank around them, although the main crowd returned to dancing and their own conversations.

“Will the providence give us a chance to recognize Victoria the moralist?” - with a poisonous sarcasm, he stretched out, and without waiting for an answer, he continued, - I do not like your arrogant tone, Victoria ... You're insolent ... I'm afraid I will have to punish you ...

Vika swallowed nervously, her eyes running in panic around everything that was in her sight, but she was not going to show how she was afraid. She herself did not know what she hoped to find. Perhaps sympathy, support in the faces of others?

“I understand that, no matter what I do, your perverse desires will still require satisfaction, so do what you want.”

- Your desires, Raven ... are yours, not mine ... although I don’t hide that I intend to get maximum pleasure from our cooperation too.

Vick gave him a short angry look, not knowing what to object to. Meanwhile, she noticed how the girl sitting next to Victor leaned toward him, putting her hand on his knee, and whispered something in his ear. She was blonde in the full sense of the word - a bright, pink-lipped, tanned, curvaceous - typical silicone and flawless Barbie girl in expensive diamond-colored glamorous clothes shimmering with diamond rainbows. Her hand moved above his leg and froze in a tantalized closeness of her groin. Secular lion listened to her with an approving grin on his bold lips.

“My companion wants to make sure that the body of the goddess really is so perfect and deserves the exorbitant fees that fashion agencies are willing to pay for your services. I want you to satisfy her curiosity. Get undressed.

Vika smiled incredulously, of course, not believing that he was serious about it.

- I'm not kidding, Vika. You should be left with only handcuffs, a collar, stockings and shoes, - there was definitely no weakness or doubt in this tone. - What is the matter? Does a beauty have something to hide from a respectable public?

“I won’t undress,” she muttered stubbornly, but it sounded pretty pathetic.

- Prefer more humiliating methods of persuasion? - cautiously, with a barely perceptible threat in his voice, he specified.

Vika froze in a panic, not knowing what she was waiting for.

- How do you think, how many individuals can resist the charms of one of the most sought-after and at the same time one of the most scandalous models of recent years? Many will want to help you undress, but I’m not vouching for the consequences of their intervention ... They can get carried away - you understand ... So ... take off your clothes ... To begin with, I will not force you to dance a striptease on the table, although I'm sure that you would have done well ... Do you remember the Wellington incident in Madrid? That pool party? I think ...

- Shut up! - viciously threw Vick, penetrating grim hostility. She began to retreat back in an attempt to escape (after all, one could try to hide in a crowd, and then find a way out), but ran back against the stone muscles of her guard. He caught her by one arm, and while she tried to brush aside his second, mercilessly twisted her in his atrocious grip. She froze - it was painful, insulting to tears and scary to fainting. No one, no one from the whole huge crowd, even moved to protect her. Are they all members of this unfortunate pervert club? Did they all go through this?

- I know what you think ... Looking around and waiting for support? No one will help you. Everyone is familiar with the rules of the club. They know that everything that happens to you now is the fulfillment of your requirements according to the contract. At one time, you yourself will see for yourself.

As if in confirmation of his words, a man in a white dress coat appeared on a kind of round dais serving as a stage, deafening music slammed, the crowd squealed. For some time Vika seemed that everyone had forgotten about her, except the Crocodile who had mercilessly clutched her. From nowhere, an elegant-looking presenter greeted and immediately calmed everyone with a condescending gesture, and then solemnly announced in English:

“Greetings, Wandering Lights from all the dark corners of the planet!”

In response, enthusiastic exclamations sounded deafeningly, amplifiers screeched from heavy chords, distraught lights darted around the hall, turning space into cosmic chaos. Above all, a powerful voice continued to broadcast:

- Free from prejudice, fearless in the face of their own secret desires, ready to risk their own reputation because they won the right to individuality and independence from the gray majority! Successful, wealthy, jaded with everything that others can only dream of, you, the best of the best, welcome to our orgy! Raise cups in honor of our patron, Dionysus, and, of course, in honor of our new member, the beautiful podium fury, Victoria Raven! She needs no introduction ... she does not need sympathy ... She demands admiration and admiration ... although this time she decided to play the role of a victim in order to experience new emotions in order to better know herself and those around her .. Unique ... unearthly ... divine victorious Victoria!

It seemed that all the lights of the place where they were were focused on Vic. Giant LED screens highlighted her name. They blinded, burned and made you feel small and helpless. Vick instinctively rushed from the hands of the Crocodile ...The crowd applauded, stunning and shaking to full trance for endless minutes. When the music started again, and the lights danced all over the premises, disorienting Vika in space, she heard the familiar hard voice of the Crocodile in her ear: “Do what is ordered!” Read more →