Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Lexi crossed her arms over her breasts self-consciously.
“I…that’s ridiculous. I’m a teacher. I would never…never do anything like that.”
“Yeah, you would. Sure you would,” Butcher drawled. “Ain’t no other way a teacher can earn twenty thousand so quick.”
Lexi’s skin crawled at the way he was looking at her. She wanted to scrub his gaze off her body—wanted to peel her skin off and hide somewhere he couldn’t see her. But it was too late now—the loan shark had her in his sights and he didn’t seem to care about anything else.
“You guys, get out of here,” he said, motioning to the other poker players. “Game’s canceled for tonight. I got better things to do.”
There were some groans and complaining, but all the men got up and left, which meant that Lexi was left alone with Butcher and his two officers.
Alone with him—she didn’t want to be alone with him! Anxiety crawled over her skin like a line of ants, itching and tickling her nerves, letting her know bad things were coming. She wished she could turn and run out of here, but the two goons were between her and the door.
Butcher rubbed the growing bulge in his crotch, grinning at her.
“All right, now that we’re alone we can deal.”
“Deal?” Lexi shook her head. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about how you can keep your uncle safe, girly.” He grinned at her. “Tell you what—you earn me another ten thousand and I won’t break his legs.”
“What are you talking about?” Lexi whispered. Whatever it was, it was bound to be bad—really bad.
Unfortunately, she was right.
“I’m talking about you doing a little camming for me.” Butcher jerked his head at a door to the right. “Got a little setup in the next room where some of my girls work sometimes. Let’s see what you can earn. Hell—I might even make you a regular.”
“I can’t do that!” Lexi protested. “Didn’t I tell you I’m a middle school teacher? If any of my student’s parents saw me—”
Butcher glared at her.
“I don’t give a fuck, girly. Get in there and do some fucking camming if you want to keep your precious uncle in the land of the living!”
Feeling she had no choice, Lexi walked reluctantly through the door…only to find the room inside was worse than she imagined.
Glaring lights lit a cheap boudoir set—a low bed with a garish red velvet spread, rumpled as though someone had been rolling around on it minutes before. The air smelled of latex and stale sweat and fake vanilla perfume. A webcam sat on a tripod, pointed straight at the bed, its little red light blinking like a watchful eye.
Sex toys were scattered across the comforter—a pink vibrator crusty with someone else’s juices, a pair of handcuffs dangling from the headboard and a paddle with the word Slut cut into the leather. All caught her eye. A bottle of cheap lube sat on the nightstand beside a crumpled, used tissue.
Lexi’s stomach heaved. She wrapped her arms around herself, desperate not to touch anything—she didn’t even want to breathe too deeply in here!
“Strip,” Butcher ordered, leaning against the doorframe with his cigar still wedged between his teeth. Smoke swirled around his thick neck as he grinned at her nastily. “Get started, girly—let’s see what we’re working with here.”
I can’t do this—I can’t!
Lexi shook head.
“No!”
Butcher raised an eyebrow.
“No? Is that your final answer? You better think hard, girly.”
He pulled a gun from under his jacket, the barrel gleaming under the bright lights. But he didn’t point it at her—he pointed it back toward the other room, where Uncle Herbert’s groans drifted faintly through the wall.
“Start stripping or I shoot out your uncle’s knees.”
Ice spread through Lexi’s veins. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think—her heart was hammering against her ribs like it was trying to break free and run away.
This can’t be happening. This isn’t real. It can’t be real.
But she wasn’t waking up. This was no dream—this was hard, cold reality and if she didn’t do what Butcher wanted, her uncle was going to die.
“Okay,” she said, her voice shaking. Her hands trembled as she tugged at the hem of her blouse. “Okay, I’ll do it. Just don’t touch me.”
Butcher smirked, his teeth yellow in the bright light.
“I’ll touch you if I feel like it, girly. Now hurry up. We got customers waiting to see those juicy tits of yours.”
Lexi’s fingers felt numb as she fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. Each one she slid open felt like another piece of herself slipping away.
Please, God, please don’t let him touch me. Please don’t let Uncle Herbert get killed because of me.
Her hands shook so badly she could barely work the slippery plastic buttons. Shame burned her cheeks, hot and humiliating, as the blouse parted and her bra came into view under the harsh glare of the lights.