The Devil's Untainted Angel

Chapter 38

Selling herself to every manwhore with dirty looks who thinks of a woman as nothing but a pleasure object, Anastasia started paying the hospital bills of her mother which touched the sky. Because the son of a gun she once called her father cheated upon her by drinking away all her money and spending only a meagre amount on her mom's hospital bills.

Anastasia's journey on earth was full of filth like a body without soul. She had no reason to live, just at the age of sixteen she lost the essence of life. She was only breathing to keep her mother alive.

Ana could not sleep last night completely. The two mo**er fu**ers did not allow her to rest even for a moment. "Sorry Ana, the man is powerful and he wants to have you, only you." The manager of the company and the bar told her.

"Hey beautiful" the middle aged man called her with lustful eyes on her. He walked to her and cupped her breasts. There were two others who accompanied him.

"First, money on the table." Ana called firmly and brought out a liquor bottle from the cupboard. The men immediately took out the money from their pockets and licked their lips, eyeing each of her curves.

A series of curses screamed in the nub but she kept her lips sealed. In the next ten minutes, one was fingering and licking her center and the other two were on each of her breasts. Ana lighted a cigarette and pulled her legs apart covered in high heels to give more access for the man on her pu**y to lick her.

"Mmm" a soft moan crossed her lips puffing out smoke. Ten minutes later the men exchanged their places and Ana took a sip of her drink as they had their way with her body.

When will all this come to an end? Ana screamed desperately to God in her heart. Were ever good days to arrive in her life?

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Flash lights blazed across her partially nude body as she twirled her long, bare legs around the long stainless steel poll. It was her stage at the moment. Gulping up a half bottle of Johnny Walker within a half an hour span was proving to be a really bad idea for her. Her complete body was aching, worn out from yesterday's steaming exercise with two hungry owls.

Her mind was a vortex, vision blurred, and bones liquefied. She opened her eyes and regarded her onlookers who all bore lascivious smiles, waving their green bills aloft. All were wealthy and powerful businessmen with wives either forty pounds heavier than when they'd first tied the knot to do justice to any sexy lingerie.

She slithered to the center of the stage and noticed through her blurry vision the same man in the black suit sitting at his customary corner table alone as usual. He regarded her intently through the shadows.

The word she would use to describe him was - ‘odd’. He never danced with anyone; merely sat in his booth all night and stared at her, watching her every move.

Sometimes she got the insane thought he was some sort of serial killer who preyed on vulnerable women. If such was the case, it would be a complete waste. Ana was a virago who had seen the worst part of the world when she just entered her teens. Her stepfather is the deadliest vulture living on earth who got her wild and sabotaged.

But there was something in this man in black that always ignited the sparks of warmth and adoration in her. Such romantic thoughts are dangerous for her existence. She had entered a profession where she had no life but only to see a deadend. She decided she would never see him up close and club lights do have the tendency to make anyone look good. So maybe it was his charms that she was falling for? But if her distant inspections didn't lie, she would say he was one wickedly hot sonuvabitch.

All dark-haired, square-jawed and high levels of intensity. Viewing him up close was necessary to be certain, though her sanity tried to intervene and never go near him because he would surely cause disturbance in her heart to which she is not supposed to yield; she was the Eve who would want to taste the forbidden fruit. Not like that's ever going to happen. She had learnt to tame her mind according to her requirements over the years.

The dark profession she had entered only involves hot steaming bodies but no beating hearts. With alcohol-fueled bravery, she winked at him, flashing a coquettish smile. His response was a disapproving scowl and the haughty averting of his eyes. Ouch, that hurts even in the drunkenness. She was only trying to be nice though tonight to him because she was drunk.

His ass should have been glad for it, considering the innumerable times she refused his requests for private dances with her, persistent as he was. No way was she going within a foot of him. He was too...intimidating, if that were the better word. And strange but at the same time with a splash of maybe love? He was dangerous for her heart.

He only dressed in dark colors and no one seemed to have any information on him. It was as if they feared him or something. Thus she nicknamed him Mr.Forbidden.

She snaked tortuously up the stainless-steel poll, closing her eyes and allowing herself to float away on the waves of Michael Jackson’s Dirty Diana, feeling like a dirty slut herself. But the alcohol wasn’t enough to keep the reality away. The reality of why she had gotten this drunk in the first place. The doctor had just revealed to her, her mom needs to undergo a major surgery of her brain to stay alive and the cost of it is three millions.

She has no idea how she would get that amount of money. Probably the alcohol has already gotten too big on her. She was now feeling so disoriented, she knew no other means to make money as her scum step father did not allow her to graduate even from school. And now new developments were taking place only for her at her workplace.

She was feeling like breaking the manager's arbitrary rule specially given to her. Ana awkwardly tried to take off her bra. At the undoing of the first hook, she lost her grip with the effect of alcohol and went spiraling to the floor.

Sprawled in a heap on the stage, she was too soused to even attempt lifting a finger, so she just laid there, listening to Michael Jackson scream like a bitch in her ears, telling her how dirty she was. For seconds, minutes, or hours, maybe, she remained sprawled on the stage, until she felt hands holding her arms and legs, and her body being rescued off the stage.

Soon she felt something soft and plush beneath her—the couch in her dressing room, she assumed. She flicked open her eyes and blinked rapidly, trying to focus on her surroundings. Catching a familiar form, her eyes tentatively traveled up to the Stygian, glowering gaze of her pissed-off boss.

His wavy blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and his black muscle-shirt stretched helplessly over his fully matured brawns. Joseph was a big man.

"What the hell’s wrong with you tonight, why did you go drunk right before the performance, huh?" he growled. Unable to form a coherent sentence, she groaned holding her head that ached like hell. It was the effect of Johnny Walker dancing in her head.

Her eyes darted around the cluttered room. Bright round bulbs lined above rows of make-up mirrors; each had a fully or half-naked girl seated in front of it painting prettier faces over their original ones. Feathers and fluffs and bras and various dance costumes were strewn about, as dancers milled in and out. Pleased to find no one was paying attention to Joseph and her, she relaxed.

Failing to meet his angry glare again, she said, "I just fell on my ass straight from a pole, Joseph. Have some pity on me, will you?"

"You fell because you were trying to defy me. I told you: do not remove your bra!! And on the top you went drunk." He growled like an angry bull.

"It's an enigma why this rule applies only to me." Ana said in indignation. "How the hell am I supposed to make money? I'm not allowed to sleep, dance with anyone and I'm not allowed to go topless. Why are so many rules suddenly imposed on me in just a few days? My mother is dying there. I am supposed to pay to save her." She yelled between her loud cries, holding her face that now was spilling tears to the ground.

Joseph looked at her pitifully and replied to her in riddles. “You don’t need the money. Everything from now on will be taken care of without you even moving your finger."

Ana stared blankly up at him as if he’d spoken a distinct language and let out a mocking laugh. "How? Did I win a lottery ticket or a genie embraced me?"

Joseph shook his head with a frustrated sigh and only said one sentence which shook every iota around her.

"You do not work here anymore. You are removed from the job as a stripper at night club and also as a sex worker."