Her Russian Millionaire

“I know it seems like I’m being hard on you, but trust me. You’ll thank me later.” Marie stuck her hand under the water and then cranked it up to maximum hot. “I had a woman who brought me into this lifestyle just like I’m doing for you. She did the same things for me, and thought I thought her cruel at the time, it helped me down the road. It’s easier to have your humanity stripped bare in front of only one other woman and not have it ripped off by a group of men.”

“Is there any way out of this? Please, I’ll do anything.” Jalisa was shaking so hard her knees were knocking together.

“Girls have been asking that question since men figured out they can make money from our lady parts.” Marie ran one manicured finger over the surface of the water. Her eyes flashed to Jalisa and Jalisa understood.

“At least tell me how I can make this easier on myself. Stone said I was to…service? Entertain? I don’t know the polite word for it. I was supposed to ‘be’ with Marvin and A.J.” Jalisa dipped her toe into the scalding hot bath water before yanking it out.

“You have to bathe in water as hot as possible. You’ll start to crave it that way after a while. Makes you feel clean.” Marie took off her heels and threw them over next to Jalisa’s discarded clothing. “As for Marvin and A.J., you’re going to have trouble with Marvin.”

“Why?” Jalisa made herself shin-deep in the water for a moment before kneeling down.

“He’s kind of weird.” Marie pulled out a tube of body oil and dumped some in the bath along with a salt soak. “His fetishes change every week, so I can’t really give you any forewarning on what it might be. The only thing he consistently enjoys are bl*wjobs and touching feet.”

“And A.J.?” Jalisa kneeled in the water.

“He always does a breaking and entering fantasy. Typically, you sit in a chair facing away from him and put on a necklace and pretend to put on makeup then he grabs you from behind. You struggle. He throws you onto the bed and has his way with you. I always use it as a chance to freshen up my lipstick. You’re going to want to watch out because he gets pretty rough. Just try to rub your cl*t a lot and put a bunch of lube inside of you beforehand. Do that with every customer. Nothing hurts worse than a man going in dry. ”

“I really don’t want to do that.” Jalisa sunk into the water, the harsh heat being twistedly soothing.

“You’re really going to regret having your hair that way. It’s a target. Men will grab it, and some may rip some out. You’re going to want to get it as silky as possible and soon.” Marie handed her some soap and let her start lathering herself up.

“I can’t really get it as smooth as yours in a snap of a finger.” Jalisa thought about how long it would take to relax her hair and style it before considering just wearing a wig that wasn’t secure. If a man pulled too hard on it, it would come off and maybe he would be satisfied with that.

Over the next hour, Jalisa was scrubbed, shaved, moisturized, and had a pound of makeup applied. She hated to admit it, but she looked good. Marie had stuck on fake eyelashes and given her a ruby smoky eyes with wings so sharp it could cut a man. The cut on her forehead was covered with a bandage that was disguised with makeup. Marie said that that was how she never looked injured.

Marie wrapped her up in a towel and sent her outside. Stone was waiting on the couch and rose upon seeing her. He walked over to her with a look of determination.

“Can I free peek? They always give me a free peek.” Stone started to reach for the towel, but, thankfully, Marie spoke up.

“You leave her alone now. I’ve got her all prepared and you’re going to ruin it.” Marie walked out with Jalisa’s clothing in her arms. She thrust it into Stone’s chest. “Why don’t you go put these in the laundry room and I’ll get her into some lingerie?”

Surprisingly, the room where this would take place was not on the upstairs floor. Clad only in a towel, Jalisa made her way downstairs with Marie. She was nervous about someone seeing her, but also hoping some random bar patron would put two and two together and call the police. The bar room was empty and there was a chain wrapped around the door handle from the inside. Jalisa figured this wasn’t to keep people out, but to keep her in.

Marie lead her into a room near the break room that Jalisa was lead to believe was unused. Stone told her it just housed pipes and a water heater. It was instead set up like a porn room set. Dark blue walls, black laminate flooring, and shelves and shelves of s*x toys. In the middle was a huge bed. A chair sat inconspicuously in the corner, but Jalisa knew what it was for. Soon A.J. would be pulling her out of it in the middle of his home invasion fantasy. Marie walked over to a squat little dresser and pulled out some red hot lingerie.

“Here.” She laid it out on the bed. Jalisa hand no idea what the name of this scrap of lace was, let alone how to put it on.

Marie helped her into it. The red lace corset required two people anyway. Jalisa put her hands up against the wall as Marie squeezed the breath right out of her. The outfit was completed with a tiny pair of black panties and black thigh highs with garter belts.

“Now, there’s a board of sanded wood underneath the bed. If he wants to pretend to fu*k you somewhere hard, like on a road or chained up in his basement, have him pull it out and put it on the bed. You can place a thin blanket over it to prevent splinters.” Marie gave her one last look and pulled her in for a hug. Jalisa’s eyes welled with tears and she tilted her head back to keep them in her eyes. This was reality now. All that was left to do was wait for first man.