There is no sex in this chapter, but some sexual events happen to the main character. It sets up her sexual fall; every wall she put up comes crumbling down, and no matter what excuses she uses, she unconsciously wants everything that happens to her.

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I walked over to the booth where the unpleasant-looking woman sat, handed her a menu, and asked the usual questions. What she wanted to eat and drink, things like that. She gave me a look as if she had just smelled something foul and picked up the menu I had just handed her. The woman was in her early forties, with hard brown eyes and blonde hair pulled back in a business bun.

The blue silk blouse she wore revealed more of her breasts from the side, and it caught my attention. I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra; the soft curve of her breast drew me in, and I was mesmerized. When she leaned in to look through the menu, her shirt opened, flashing a hard pink nipple. A warm sensation stirred in my stomach, and I was baffled by my reaction.

I wasn't even into women, but there was something about her that pulled me in. Some people are like planets, pulling you into their orbit and forcing you to notice them. Despite the woman's unpleasant demeanor, she had a radiant sexual appeal that even a straight girl like me had to admire. Because I couldn't stop my body from feeling slightly aroused by another woman, I decided to ignore it.

My timing to break away came a bit too late when I noticed the woman staring right at me. I was caught looking at another woman's breast and felt my face turn red with embarrassment. The woman didn't seem upset and just smiled at me. Coming off a face as hard as hers, it looked more like a snarl, baring fangs.

A sense came over me that I should run from this person because nothing good would come of it. One of those feelings that warns you of danger, like, don't go down that alley or something bad will get you. She didn't look like the typical boogeyman, more like a boogey bitch. Ignoring my fear would come back and bite me.

"Are you Gabby?" she asked in a heavy Russian accent.

The woman's face transformed from a cold, hard bitch to a sweet, beautiful woman. A chill ran down my spine at the transformation; it was like watching a demon possession in reverse. I told her I was, and her smile made me uneasy.

"Good. I want a chicken salad and a bottle of Beluga vodka. Bring me two glasses. Please sit with me. We have a lot to talk about, my dear."

"It is not allowed for wait staff to dine with customers," I told her, hiding the rising anxiety I felt.

She said with a smirk and a glint of something wicked in her eyes, "Go tell Mike that Viktoriya Volkova would like your company tonight."

After placing her order, I went to Mike, my boss, and told him about the woman. He was a handsome man in his mid-thirties who was rarely serious. He always had a pleasant demeanor until I brought up the woman. He pulled me into another room so we could talk in private.

"The woman is the true owner of this establishment and not someone to mess with. I heard she had ties to the mob. You'd better do as she says, but be careful. I will get someone to cover your tables tonight until she leaves."

I gathered what she ordered and hoped she wouldn't stay long. The area where she was sitting made me a little scared. It was isolated from the rest of the customers, and I would have to scream for help if things went wrong. The seat around the booth curved around the table; Viktoriya scooted over to the center, leaving room for me to sit.

I put everything in front of the woman, then sat down. She poured vodka into the two shot glasses, then looked at my legs. They were covered in black stockings, held up by a garter belt beneath my skirt. The skirt rose whenever I sat, revealing a thin line of flesh between the skirt and the stockings.

She gave me a hard, emotionless stare before saying, "I know your brother James very well. He begged me to give you a job here, so, in a way, you owe me as much as he does. He made a bet he couldn't possibly win and now owes me a lot of money."

My brother had never been the smartest tool in the shed and had always gotten himself into trouble with the wrong people. That was one reason he moved out here two years ago, but trouble seemed to follow him wherever he went.

"I am grateful for the job, and we will repay you all for what he owed you. Please give me time; I will do whatever it takes to make this right."

I was about to say more until she laid her hand on my leg and slid her fingers between my thighs. "Do anything," she said, her voice too sensual. I quickly pushed her hand away, shocked that she would suggest I sleep with her to pay off my brother's debt.

"I am not into girls, and I'm referring to bill payment. I know it may take a while; we will eventually pay you off."

She looked at me with a smirk and laughed. "Not into girls, really. I saw you looking at my breasts. There's no need to pretend it didn't arouse you; I saw it in your eyes. I have another plan for you, my dear, unless you can pay me the two million your brother owes me."

Her words hit like a punch to the gut, and at first, I thought it was some bad joke. She couldn't be serious, but the look in her eyes said she was.

"What do you want, then?" I asked, trying not to show how afraid I was.

There was no way I could ever pay back two million, no matter how good my tips were. My brother really screwed up this time, and he pulled me into this mess.

"I just want to play a little innocent game with you. Here are the rules: do what I say, and earn money to pay off your brother's debt. You are free to say no, and when you do, you will get a strike. Three strikes, and your brother will face his fate alone. Do you understand these rules, Gabby?"

On the verge of tears, I nodded and said, "Yes, I think I do."

"Good. My first request is simple and will earn ten thousand dollars toward your brother's debt. I want your panties."

My mouth dropped at her request, leaving me stunned.

"You want my panties?"

"Yes, I want your panties. Take them off and hand them to me."

I wanted to yell at her, "Hell no, you can't have them," but I only had three strikes and was too afraid to say no just yet. I needed time to figure out a way out of the trouble my brother had gotten into without losing my dignity. It was only panties; I would let her have her little show. I would play along for now, and when I got the upper hand, I would knock the smirk off that Russian bitch face.

Not wanting to show weakness or too much to the woman, I stayed emotionless and was just glad no one could see me. No matter how careful I was, there was no way to do it gracefully while wearing a garter belt. I had to unhook the garter belt from the stockings before I could slide my panties off. The skirt slid up, revealing more of my bare thighs and my white panties as I unhooked them.

The woman stared at my crotch, and it filled me with disgust. I yanked my panties off as fast as I could before pulling down my skirt. It made me sick to see the woman's eyes light up at the sight of my bush. She only got a glance at it, but it was enough to spark arousal in her eyes. The worst part was that it was also making me feel a bit aroused.

Anger was the only emotion I allowed myself to feel, and I refused to admit that what was happening was exciting me. It had been three years since I last had sex with my best friend's father, and I had also stopped masturbating. This woman had torn down my sexual walls, making me realize how much I wanted it right now.

I gave her my panties. I was horrified when she pressed the crotch to her nose and inhaled deeply. She smiled at me like a wild sex fiend and said, "Your flower smells divine, my dear."

This was just the beginning, and it was about to get worse. The woman was determined to make things as uncomfortable as possible for me, pushing my boundaries to see which wall she could knock over. She started small, working her way up to something bigger that would leave me humiliated. Sensing my discomfort, she gave me a smug smile before pushing things further.

"I will give you another ten grand to lift your skirt."

"Excuse me!" I shot back, shocked by her brazen, indecent request.

She gave me a devilish smile and said, "Show me your pussy."

My eyes glared at her, and I really wanted to tell her to go fuck herself.

Knowing I was trapped, I had to be smart about this and let her win the first round. I had to get through the night with as much dignity as I could. I was really starting to hate this woman and her stupid Russian accent. I didn't really hate it, and I actually found it cute. She poured some vodka into a shot glass and slid it over to me.

"For liquid courage," she said with a sly smile.

I took the shot and pulled my skirt back until my bush was exposed. She was the first to see it in three years. A thick black bush grew wild from me around my womb, which I had abandoned years earlier out of shame. She studied it with great interest, then asked me to spread my legs.

She knew I was hers and would do whatever she asked, but my stubborn nature still resisted, even as I gave in to defeat. I opened my legs slightly; she gave me a look. "Fine," I said, spreading them wider.

"You shouldn't be ashamed of it. You have a very beautiful pussy. The lips are so juicy and pink. If it were a picture, I would hang it on my wall."

I didn't know why I felt pride in her words or joy at knowing she liked my pussy. A smile escaped my lips before I could stop it. I kept my legs open so she could keep admiring it.

"You know, you should try girls; they are more fun. You can have fun with them all day, no problem. Men ejaculate inside you; one time, the fun is over, and he puts a baby in your belly. I don't mind swallowing men's semen, or being fucked by one, but if one of them ever came inside me, I would cut off his balls."

My throat went dry at the thought of it, not that I harbored desire for women, but at the thought of sex. For three years, I ignored my body's need for sexual pleasure, and it slipped into a coma-like state. Now it was waking up in force; everything sexual was affecting me, even things I normally wouldn't get aroused by.

For the first time in three years, I thought about Frank and what he did to me. I could almost feel his cock sliding between my lips, down my throat, and the sensation of my mouth being filled with his cum. I could almost taste its salty sweetness, licking my lips, wishing it were coated with his delicious seed.

There was no point in hiding the fact that I was aroused; even if my eyes didn't betray my desire, I was dripping wet. One look down between my legs, my pussy was on full display, and glistening wet. All she had to do was look down, but I was afraid that if she did, it would only encourage her. I was hoping she didn't mistake my arousal for an invitation to try being with another girl.

I didn't want to be with a guy, either. My body sure as hell did, craving to be touched most intimately. I poured some vodka into a glass, drank it down fast, then did it again. I wanted to kill the desire that had awakened inside me and put it back to bed.

Viktoriya smiled, knowing I was struggling and enjoying the show I was giving her. There was something in her eyes that surprised me, a softness I had never seen there before. She wasn't a lifeless bitch with no emotion, as I had first thought; she was still a bitch, but not a lifeless one.

"I enjoyed our little game, and I know we could have a lot more fun together. Since I am feeling generous, I will give you a chance to end all of this. Put on these panties, and if you don't come back before the end of your shift wanting to cum, you will win. Your brother will be free of his debt, but if you lose, you have to spend a week with me."

I scanned her face for deceit in her eyes and found none. Fear tightened my heart at the part where I must stay with her for a week if I lost. What did it mean? Was I expected to serve her sexually, to be her personal whore for a week? Could I go against my moral compass and let myself be used sexually by another woman, even if it was to save my brother?

Before I could honestly answer those questions and see what my limits were, she eased my fears. The worried look on my face gave away what I was thinking.

"I won't make you do anything sexual with me or anyone. You'll accompany me to different places, and what you do there is up to you. If you end up in my bed, it will be by your own free will. The panties I want you to wear will vibrate on and off throughout your shift. You have to resist the urge to beg me for release."

For the last three years, I had fought back my sexual urges, and some of them were quite strong. Believing I could do it, I agreed to her terms and slipped on a pair of black panties she pulled from her purse. As soon as I put them on, Viktoriya clicked a button on her phone, and I felt a light, vibrating sensation against my pussy. It was low enough not to be heard, but it was constant for a few minutes before stopping and starting again.

After an hour of serving tables, a sensation began to grow inside me, a need for sex, and I looked at the customers in a whole new light. The vibrating panties I was wearing started affecting me in ways I never imagined. At first, the low vibration had little effect on me, but after a while it was making me horny.

The device was more of a tease than a source of pleasure, slowly arousing me before stopping and teasing me all over again. It kept my mind on sex without giving me any comfort or release. With each male customer I seated, I couldn't stop thinking about their penis. Not only was I picturing it, but I also wanted to feel it in my mouth and inside me.

Every hour that passed, my hunger for sex grew to the point that I almost excused myself to the restroom to relieve the pressure building inside me. It was against the rules to remove my panties or touch myself while it was running. I rubbed my thighs together and tried not to moan while taking orders. My nipples began to ache; they became very sensitive and hard. All I could think about was sex, and I didn't know what I was doing until I sat down in front of Viktoriya.

I used my brother's ordeal as an excuse for what I was letting happen to me. Deep down in my subconscious, my body craved sex and could easily be pushed into playing her game without her even mentioning James. It didn't matter that I was straight or that things might lead me into a lesbian affair. What truly mattered was getting off, and this woman gave me the perfect excuse to surrender to lust.

"I knew you couldn't last, and now you are all mine. I will call Mike to tell him you are coming with me, and he will find someone to cover your shift tonight and for the rest of the week. You are free to go to your classes, but after that you are mine."

I avoided Mike's gaze as I walked out into the parking lot. I felt ashamed of being aroused and didn't want him to see it in my eyes. Spending a week with a woman like Viktoriya wouldn't help my reputation and would confirm to some people that I was a lesbian. When I stepped out of the restaurant, two things hit me at once.

The first was the cool night air; the second was the vibration between my legs, rising from low to high. The shock of feeling extreme pleasure as it hit my sensitive pussy gave me an orgasm right away. I was leaning and cumming over a stranger's car. Two more orgasms hit me before Viktoriya turned it off. She helped me into her car because I was too weak to move.

It was a limo with tinted windows, hiding whatever happened inside. I wondered how many girls like me had been lured into it. The real question I was too afraid to answer was how many of them ended up in the woman's bed. What really scared me was that I might like it. Not that I had ever wanted to; it was unthinkable. I was no stranger to the unthinkable, since I had slept with my best friend's father.

My worst fear was losing control to my lust, which led me to hurt someone I cared about once years ago. It would be safer if I never engaged in sexual activity with another person. Technically, I just had my first lesbian experience; she already made me cum using a device, and I didn't want to admit it, but I really enjoyed it.

After her driver pulled away, she turned the device back on at full power. I was screaming from the powerful vibration against my pussy. My moans echoed so loudly in the small cab that I was sure the driver could hear me. I was preparing myself for the orgasm that was crawling out of me with force, but before it could erupt, my panties were turned off.

I looked at the woman, anguish painted all over my face, and I desperately felt the need to cum. She just stared back with a smug expression. She wanted me to beg for it, but I fought back. There was still some pride left in me, and I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of breaking me. I took my panties off before throwing them at the woman in defiance.

She countered it by licking her tongue around the damp portion of the panties. "I will taste your pussy in any form I can, and maybe one day I can taste it from the source," she said with an evil grin.

"That will never happen," I shot back, faking disgust.

The limo came to a stop. Viktoriya sat up and put her finger under my chin to make me look at her. She replied in a serious tone, "Mark my words. By the end of the week, you will not only want it, but will be between my legs eating my pussy and loving it."

A lump formed in my throat from fear, and I swallowed it down as I replied, "We will see about that."

I knew she had money, but I didn't know how much until I saw the house. It was a three-story mansion with a guest house in the back by a pool, a horse stable full of horses, and everything a girl would ever want. She gave me a tour, and I had never seen a place so beautiful in my life.

For a brief time, the tour distracted me from why I was really there and from the danger my brother was in if I didn't play this perverted, sick lesbian game. It also slipped my mind for a time that I wasn't wearing any panties. I walked through the house in wonder, admiring the artwork on the walls, and even the nude pieces were well done. The tour ended in the kitchen, where Viktoriya had one last request for me to do before turning in for the night.

"There are three rules you must follow while staying with me. One, you are not allowed to wear any undergarments and must sleep in the nude. Two, for this week, you must wear whatever I tell you to wear. Three, you are required to kiss me once tonight before going to bed, and if you don’t like it, you never have to do it again."

I wanted so much to tell her what I really thought of her rules, but my brother's debt was on the line. She backed me into a corner, knowing I wouldn't fight her over it.

She gave me a frightful smile, showing her teeth like a wolf about to bite. There was delight in her eyes as she said, "It is about time we got rid of the rags you are wearing." She pulled a knife from a drawer, which frightened me, and I grabbed her hand on reflex.

"Let go of my hand, my dear. I am not going to hurt you. I am only having fun. Relax. You might enjoy it as well. I haven't put you in one of my high-end brothels to pay back the money your brother owes me. Men pay ten grand to sleep with my girls. Do you know how much you have to fuck to pay off two million dollars? That is two hundred men going balls deep in your tight little pussy. Two hundred cocks shooting two hundred loads of cum down your throat."

Not wanting to face that fate, I let go of her hand and watched helplessly as she played her game. She cut the buttons off my shirt with deliberate seduction; each flick of her wrist sent a button flying. When the last one was gone, she used the knife to open my now-ruined shirt, revealing a white bra underneath.

The pounding of my heart mixed with fear and arousal as a crazy woman with a knife was stripping me. It scared me how much it excited me, feeling the tip of the knife on my skin and slipping between my flesh and the strap of my bra. She carefully cut the strap without hurting me and did the same on the other side.

Our lips were close enough to kiss as she leaned in to unhook my bra, letting it fall to the ground. I saw the pleasure in her eyes as she traced my nipples with the knife, making them hard. The button on my skirt was next to be cut, leaving me fully exposed to her gaze. Viktoriya put away the knife while rubbing her chest against my breasts.

The heat of her breath made my skin prickle as she undid my garter belt and came far closer than I wanted her to be. Her face was inches from my bush as she removed my shoes and pulled down my stockings. When she stood up, she pushed my shirt over my shoulders, leaving me completely naked.

A cloud of confusing thoughts and emotions stirred within me, making me vulnerable to her will. If she knew how weak I was at the moment or how much my body craved sex. I didn't want anything sexual to happen between us, but I wasn't sure I could resist if she tried.

To my surprise, she didn't try anything, and soon I realized why. The woman was a ferocious feline, toying with her prey until she was ready to devour it. When that time comes, I hope I am strong enough to resist her. She prepared a tray with salt, lime, and a bottle of Blanco tequila.

"Bring this down the hall, the third door on the left. I take care of my girls, and they will be thirsty after a long day of work."

I came to the door; a sense of fright came over me. A group of women lay beyond it, and I was naked. This was the Russian woman's game. To what end, I didn't know for sure. Maybe to embarrass me, or for something more deviant. Just maybe she knew that sending a straight, naked woman in there would make a newly bent girl crawl out.

Not knowing what to feel or think, I took a deep breath and went in. Four tough-looking women were inside, some of Viktoriya's girls, and they were in the middle of a conversation when I entered. The room went quiet when they noticed me, and how could they not? Not to sound conceited, I am very attractive and was very naked.

I felt eyes hungrily staring at my breasts and pussy. These women were some of Viktoriya's henchmen, her goons, and people I knew you shouldn't trifle with. They had short hair and looked and dressed masculine. Not wanting to spend any more time, I set the tray on the table and turned to leave.

One of them grabbed me by the hand and spun me around in her arms. One hand was on my arm while the other rested on my stomach, her pinky barely brushing my pubic hair. I could feel her breasts pressing into my back and her hot, steamy breath on my neck.

"Don't go just yet. Why don't you stay and have a drink with us? We have a special way to do shots. First, we find a pretty girl like you, pour salt on her neck, then we lick it off like this."

She licked and then started kissing my neck. My body betrayed me, letting out a low, whimpering moan, and my knees grew weak under her kiss.

"We follow that by taking a shot of tequila and using this as a chaser," she said, as she was tempted to slide her hand between my legs.

When I felt her fingers combing through my bush, I broke free and ran to the door. I heard them laughing as I fled down the hall. Leaning against the wall, breathing heavily, I felt torn between desire and emotion. I normally would never let this happen, especially with another woman, but to save my brother, I might be pushed to do the unthinkable.

What I felt between having my clothes cut off me and being kissed on the neck by another woman left me confused. I was straight, but my body seemed to be bi. I expected to feel revulsion at another woman doing these things to me, but somehow, I didn't. My body became aroused by the woman's touch and the way she kissed my neck.

Taking a deep breath, I made my way back to Viktoriya, knowing I needed to keep my guard up around these women. Falling into their web of lesbian seduction was the last thing I wanted. Allowing myself to be turned into a lesbian whore might be a bridge too far, even to save my brother.

When I returned, Viktoriya wasn't alone; a young woman stood beside her in a seductive French maid outfit. She was eighteen, with a youthful, innocent face, and looked too pure to be working for this woman or to be wearing such an outfit. The top revealed too much of her breasts, and the bottom was so low that if she bent over, her panties would show.

The girl had big brown eyes like actress Ella Purnell, but looked nothing like her. They shared the same eyes, along with being women and brunettes. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she had a bright, beautiful smile. She had a naïve vibe and seemed unaware of the danger in her work environment.

"This is Kathy, one of my maids, whom I have assigned to you. She will take care of anything you need," Viktoriya said with a smile.

Kathy's stare made me realize my first impression of her was partly wrong. Innocent-looking doesn't mean straight and pure; a lesbian can be both. The girl had just started exploring her sexuality and still carried that sweet, innocent teen energy.

I was about to follow her to my room, where I could take a shower and go to sleep. Viktoriya cleared her throat, hinting at what I hoped she would forget about the goodnight kiss. Not wanting to do it or argue about it, I leaned in and kissed her cheek.

"I know you can do better than that if you want me to forget about your brother's debt."

Resisting the urge to call her some choice names, I kept my anger in check and I kissed her again. This time it was on the lips, the kind of kiss you give on a first date, but it became something more. She pulled me in, pressing my nude body against hers, slid her tongue into my mouth, and we kissed passionately.

I had kissed no more than four guys in my life. This was my first real girl-on-girl kiss, and it was much nicer than I expected. Her lips were softer and tasted sweeter than those of the guys I had kissed. I tasted beer and cigarettes with some of them, while Viktoriya was almost cherry-like. Viktoriya didn't force her tongue down my throat as they did, but gently swirled it around in a pleasant way.

It was the kind of kiss I had always dreamed of experiencing in my senior year of high school. My face was flushed with arousal, and I was once again confused by the feelings this woman was making me feel. Reminding myself that I was straight, I left with Kathy to find my room. She talked the whole way there and made it very obvious she had a crush on me.

The way she acted would've been adorable if her innocent flirtation wasn't aimed at me. She didn't look at me like the other women did. Their gaze was lustful, with a clear desire to fuck me. Kathy's stare was innocent curiosity, exploring new desires that were opening like a flower. My nudity only fueled her desire for me to grow, and yet I felt no need to cover up.

When we reached the door to my room, Kathy bit her bottom lip before saying, "I could draw a bath for you and bathe you if you like."

I fired back too strongly, "No!" I saw the hurt in her eyes and regretted saying no like that. "I mean no, thank you. It has been a long night, and I want a quick shower before bed. Maybe tomorrow I will have that bath."

Having a girl bathe me wasn't something I really wanted, and I only said so to make her feel better. Her eyes lit up, and in her excitement, she kissed me on the lips before cheerfully walking down the hall. It wasn't a kiss like Viktoriya's, but a peck.

After a quick shower, I jumped into bed and was surprised by how comfortable it was to be nude around people. Deep down, I kind of liked the way it felt to be nude, with eyes on me full of desire, even if they were female eyes. I thought about the kiss with Viktoriya, and a warm feeling stirred in my belly before sleep overtook me.