Free Sold for Sex by J.A. Bailey

 
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    Holly bit back a squeal as her
arms were yanked behind her back and the bouncer pinned her wrists between two
sweaty, meaty hands.
    Justin stepped around her and
eyed her with a grin that made her shudder. She wore the sort of outfit she
always wore to work - a shirt and pencil skirt - but as he looked over her with
his lips turned up at one corner, she felt as if she were naked.
    “What’s the meaning of this?” she
demanded as the bouncer dragged her over into a dark corner of the club.
    She struggled briefly but she was
no match for the strong man, whose thick arms were probably about the same
width as her waist.
    “Yer uncle has a job for you,”
Justin drawled out in his east London accent.
    “Well, I’m sure he could have
told me that.” She wriggled again. “Dammit, let me go, you bloody perv.”
    Justin laughed at this and
reached forwards, tracing a finger over her cheek and down into the ‘v’ of her
shirt. Holly kicked out at him but the huge bouncer tugged on her arms and she
bit down on her lip as the movement wrenched her shoulders.
    “Justin, just tell me what you
want,” she said with a sigh.
    “It’s a special job. For a
special client.”
    “Client?”
    “Mmmm,” he murmured as his
fingers followed the waistband of her skirt.
    Gritting her teeth, she stiffened
as he forced his hand down to the top of her knickers and then under the
fabric. She fought down the bile in her throat. This wasn’t the first time
Justin had tried something on since she’d started working for her uncle at the
age of eighteen but he’d never forced himself on her. She closed her eyes and strove
to keep her expression blank. He was toying with her, she was sure of it. If
he’d really wanted to harm her, then he’d have done it long ago.
    “What does he want? Some accounts
doing?” she made herself ask as the unwelcome fingers brushed at the bare skin
underneath her knickers.
    “No. Definitely not accounting,”
Justin said with a laugh.
    Holly snapped open her eyes.
“Just tell me the fuck he wants, Justin.”
    “It’s a club client. He wants a
certain type of woman.”
    “For what?”
    Justin laughed again and shook
his head as his hand swept mere inches from her pussy. “What do you think he
wants?” He motioned around the club.
    Glancing around the club, taking
in the sight of writhing women and half-naked men, Holly’s body suddenly
chilled. The goings-on at her uncle’s BDSM club had long seemed commonplace to
her. She was exposed to it daily as she worked in his office but it had little
bearing on her. This was not her life.
    Not that she had much of a life
outside of work thanks to her uncle.
    A women lay bound on the stage,
her skin red from a whipping as several men fucked her and she screamed with
pleasure and pain. She was nothing like these women. And she had never
been made to service any of the clients. Until now.
    Justin’s hand closed over her
pussy and she stiffened as her heart hammered. She waited for him to press his
disgusting fingers into her but instead he held her bud between his fingertips.
    “I don’t do that kind of work,”
she told him, aware her voice was wavering.
    “You do now.”
    “I won’t do that kind of
work.”
    The pressure on her bud increased
and she yelped as he pressed relentlessly. “You’ll do as you’re told.”
    “Has…” she panted as the pain
surged through her cunt. “Has my uncle told you this?”
    Justin smirked. “He’s the one
that suggested it.”
    Squirming under the increasing
pinch of his fingers, Holly fought down the nausea that threatened to take over
her. “Take me to him,” she demanded hoarsely.
    Justin studied her for a moment,
a smirk on his face as he watched her pained expression before releasing her
clit and withdrawing his hand. He grinned and sniffed at his fingers before
tasting them.
    “You’re fucking gorgeous, Holly.
It’s a shame you’re a stuck up little slut. We’d be great together in