Fight Men Not Love

"What did I say about talking back to the customers?!" Avel's voice roared across the boardroom, making all the girls flinch. "If I hear anymore complaints, we'll have a f*****g problem. Don't f*****g mess with me. Am I making myself clear?" "Yes sir," the girls rushed out, scared for their lives. "Phoenix stay," he said. Evelyn froze, her back turned to her Master. She heard his footsteps approaching slowly and her breathe quickened. "My little love," his hand rubbed down her arms. "I've missed you today," he said sinking his nose in her luscious red hair. Evelyn stood rigid. She didn't dare move. "My God, you are Gold," Evelyn gasped quietly when his hand came down on her ass harshly. Avel turned Evelyn to look at him. She had to force a smile at him, though all she wanted to do was crawl into bed and cease to exist. "You'll make me proud today, won't you, little love?" He brushed his thumb over her red stained lips. "Yes Master," came Evelyn's small voice. Avel smile, leaning to peck her lips softly. "That's my little love. You make your Master proud and," he trailed kisses on her face right to her ear. "And Master will reward you," Evelyn fought the urge to shiver. She knew exactly what that entailed and she didn't like it one bit. She smiled instead, not wanting to get into any trouble. Avel excused her after some time with her. She went straight to the bar. "Hey, Phoenix," Randy greeted, smiling brightly at her. She couldn't even smiled back. She felt disgusted and angry that there's nothing she can do anymore. Randy noticed her mood changes and gave a curt nod, getting to work. He handed her a strong drink, just how she liked it. She worked better with alcohol in her system. It's easier to let those filthy man touch her when she was half conscious. Even the outfit disgusts her. Standing at 4'11 with beautiful features that draw attention, she has been on high demand for a private lap dance. On top of that, she has to work the pole every night, no break. The only time she gets a break is when she's injured. Even then, it's always her fault. Working in a strip club was harder than anyone thought it was. Especially if you didn't like the idea. Evelyn was forced into this lifestyle, like some of the girls in here. Fortunately for them, they've come to like the place or the money. Granted, Evelyn had the dancing skills covered and the body so perfect it's impossible to ignore. "You're up next, Phoenix," Randy tells Evelyn. Phoenix was her stripper name, given to her by Avel. He'd claimed that the club was rising like the Phoenix and blooming, all because of her. He was willing to let other men touch her and sometimes use her, as long as it benefits the club. She'd tried to talk to him, instead of listening to her cries, he beat her to a pulp. Being abused rendered her weak and mute and docile. She never said no to him. When she did, she was immediately beaten to submission. "Thanks Randy," Evelyn murmured quietly, downing her second stress reliever. She stood and fixes her outfit and hair before walking towards the stairs. Like every other night, all eyes turned to her as she walked through the crowd. Men whistled at her, but she paid them no mind. Women eyed her with envy, wishing to be her. If only they knew. If only they knew the broken girl inside the drop dead gorgeous body. The bruises this body had suffered. The shame and disgust it went through. If only they knew the battle inside Evelyn's head. They knew Phoenix. They didn't know Evelyn. Evelyn past by Avel, who gave her a curt nod. She could see the excitement in his eyes. The thought of more money coming from her exotic dancing, thrilled him. It made her sick. He was once a loving boyfriend. Now he's a monster. She fantasizes about torturing him to death, more times than she can admit. It has been approximately 3 years since she started working here. Each year, her hate for men increases to a boiling point. She despises them. The music thrums in her chest as she reached the stage. Her eyes swept over the crowd of hungry men and gripped the pole. Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath and summoned Phoenix. Evelyn couldn't do this. Phoenix was an expert. And she needed her right now. Tapping gently on the pole as it vibrated with the sound, her hips began to sway to the music. Her body suddenly had a life of its own. The music told her what to do. It drowned everything else. If anything, it brought her some sort of comfort. Phoenix worked the pole, as she danced. Her body moved so sensually, most men will be begging for her by the end of the night. When the music finally stopped, she was still moving, taking her final bow. Heaving, she stood on her feet, and opened her eyes. She was panting for air, her body barely sweating. She looked down and saw a pile of money all around her. Some of it was tucked under her thong and bra. Her eyes found Avel and he was beaming with pride. There was nothing to be proud about. She felt disgusted. Resisting the urge to cover up, she stood and waited for her Master's orders. She watched as he spoke with a man, probably in his thirties if not late twenties. He was eyeing her with hunger. Evelyn knew exactly what was to happen. And she was prepared for it. For the sake of her mentality, she had to accept her fate. She had to expect the worst. Avel motioned for her to come down and she was ready. Leaving the money on stage, she graciously waltzed to her Master, walking with pride, even though she is anything but that. Randy had taken the liberty to collect the money for her and she was grateful. Yes, she gets the money. Even though she never uses it, she still gets it. "Little love," Avel pulled her to his side, beaming with pride. It always surprises her how much he praises her like she's the only one who can dance like that. All the other girls did as much of an amazing job as she did. "You made me proud," he said. Evelyn forced a smile, keeping her eyes on the floor. "Thank you Master," she said quietly. "This is Clinton Naidoo, one of my closest friends," Avel introduces the man to Evelyn. She dared a look up at the man and found that she didn't like him, already knowing what he's asking of her. "He'd like to see you in the private room, okay?" she nodded. "Yes Master," she says quietly. "Off you go," Evelyn led the man to one of the private rooms. No words were exchanged between the two and she was glad. The whole walk to the room, she imagined a thousand ways to end his life and it made her feel better to know that she had a chance to kill at least one man. Don't get her wrong, she's not a murderer. She finds comfort in these thoughts. They reach the room and Evelyn stoods in the middle of the room, waiting for the man's orders. She could feel his dirty eyes. He circled around her, looking at her body shamelessly. "How old are you?" The man's gruff voice sounded. "24," she answered immediately. The man hummed. His hand found the small of her back and trailed down to grope her round ass. She bit back a growl. She'd growled at one of the private clients and got punished for it. Evelyn bit back a whimper when he harshly slapped her ass, leaving a stinging sensation. "Here's what I want you to do for me, sweetie," he said standing in front of her. "You're going to dance for me. You put on quite a show back there. I want more of it. And when you are finished, I want you to suck me, okay?" Or I could bite that d**k off you, piece of s**t. Evelyn thought in her head, almost smiling at the thought. "Yes sir," she said quietly, even though her thoughts were loud. The man watched eagerly as she went to set the music. He was so turned on by the show she put on. He could feel the confidence radiating off of her. As she should. She was gorgeous. With a body like that, everyone must want a piece of her. Fuck she was breathtaking. That black lingerie set on her did wonders to the men in the club. The soft music began and Phoenix wasted no time in moving in sync. She looked back at the man and let out a seductive smile. The man was ready to combust any second from just that look. Phoenix danced until she was right in front of the man. She dropped to her knees and gripped his knees for support, still moving sensually. "f**k," the man grunted, his eyes hooded. Phoenix knew that the man was on edge. Just a little push and he'd pass out from orgasm. She wasted no time and undid his pants. The sooner she gets this done, the sooner she'll be out of here. Phoenix's mouth wrapped around the man's rather small d**k. She almost laughed at him. Just to taunt him. Majority of them, they weren't gifted. Understandable that they'd come here to get laid, even though this is clearly not a brothel. Last time she checked, a brothel and a strip club didn't do the same s**t. Avel Kollar didn't know the f*****g difference, it seems. She blew the man and he didn't last a minute, almost cumming in her mouth. Disgusting pig. Evelyn thought as she watched him have a mini heart attack while cumming. He collapsed on the chair, panting. "f**k," he kept moaning, like a pathetic teenage boy jerking of for the first time. Well, my work here is done. ● UNEDITED