HEAVY TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER. READ AT YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY.

You such a fuckin' hoe

I know you'd like it more

I fuck her when I'm bored

Like I need, she's a whore

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Trigger warnings:

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Y/N was standing in the backstage room, wearing a silk robe over her lingerie, as she was finishing her makeup. It wasn't really silk, it was a cheap satin robe, but she liked to tell herself it was silk, because it somehow felt like it was more of a luxury. And pretending to have luxury items made Y/N feel a little better about all the things she didn't have in her miserable life.

Another miserable day with a bunch of miserable customers. They all just seemed to fly by, one by one. It was all the same, all the time, sleep until noon, dance, drink, talk to men, get fucked and then back to dancing, the entire fucking night until they closed down. The only nights that stood out were the ones when Shouta was there. He had come by a few more times.

The conversations she had with him were the only ones that Y/N could remember and it killed her inside, because she knew that she was slowly but surely falling for him when she wasn't supposed to. Falling in love with a customer was about the worst that could happen. Y/N knew that it was going to hurt. She knew it damn well. But she couldn't stop it, it was already too late.

Shouta only wanted her out of all the girls. The looks he gave her were so intense, she felt like she was burning up inside. He made her feel special. He made her feel wanted. And he treated her like he somehow actually cared about her - like she wasn't just some object that could be used and abused.

In her head, Y/N knew that that was just basic respect for another person that he had, but she hadn't known what that felt like in such a long time, and this little shred of basic human dignity completely threw her off. In an instance. She didn't know how to cope without it anymore and she knew that eventually it would completely and utterly destroy her. It would have been easier if she had never been treated well. Especially not by him. She had to get him out of her head somehow.

With a sigh Y/N finished up her makeup by putting on some dark red lipstick. She was usually wearing the same three colours when it came to lingerie - black, white and wine red. Today it was a wine red kind of day. Maybe those colours were kind of boring, but they always looked classy. At least Y/N thought so. And she could try to make this whole thing a bit more glamorous than it was.

She headed out of the backstage area through the curtains and put on a fake smile that she'd have to carry through the night. The only thing she could hope for was that Shouta would be here and spend the majority of her evening with her. But when she walked out, she couldn't see him. She walked up to the bar to check in with Akiko who seemed busier than usual.

"Hey, Akiko. Anything to do for me? Anyone not being served yet?" she asked her. Akiko looked up at her, almost like she was waking up from some trance. She must have been really focussed. And that meant important guests, most likely, especially judging from the shocked look on her face.

"Oh, Y/N! Good thing you're here. The boss is having a meeting in the backroom, I almost have their drinks ready." she explained and focussed on mixing again. Y/N sat down on one of the bar stools and watched her pouring liquids together in an expert manner. Akiko made it look so elegant to mix drinks.

"A meeting? In the backroom? He hasn't had one of those in a good while..." Y/N muttered. Akiko nodded.

"I know. Apparently some Yakuza offshoot. Really important when it comes to drug trades. They have some sort of business discussion anyway. And I need you to bring the drinks in." Akiko replied.

"Why me? The boss doesn't like me all too much. Not anymore." Y/N mumbled, resting her chin in the palm of her hand. Akiko sighed and looked up at her with a tired smile, before carefully placing the drinks on a tray.

"You're perfect for the job. I don't want one of the younger girls out there. They're not used to that type of thing and they wouldn't know how to behave. You know how to be subtle and tasteful. And you know how to walk in those heels without spilling drink all over you. These are important guys." Akiko emphasized, as she lifted the tray onto the countertop, before sternly looking into Y/N's eyes.

"If you want to survive for the next week, don't mess this up. I'm honest. The boss will absolutely kill you if you mess up with that one." she told her in the most serious tone Y/N had ever heard out of Akiko. Y/N gulped as she felt anxiety rise up inside her. If Akiko was like that about it... damn it.

"O-okay. I'll do my best..." she muttered, taking a deep breath as she stood up and took the tray. It was pretty heavy, but Y/N knew that she could do this - as long as her nervosity wouldn't get the better of her.

She started off toward the backroom, keeping an eye out for where she was walking. There were people around, although not too many of them. They usually filed in a little later in the evening. She knew this place like the back of her hand, so it was easy to navigate through the main area and towards the backroom without any slip-ups. She felt just a little less nervous than earlier, but she was still terrified of what she'd see and hear in there. The last time she saw a bit of a meeting like that, they were talking about girls being sold off and it scarred Y/N.

She moved the tray to one of her hands, balancing it, as she knocked at the door, before slowly and quietly opening it and walking inside. She was mostly ignored, there were only one or two pairs of eyes on her. There weren't that many people in here to start with and the room was full of cigarette smoke.

Y/N walked up to the low table in the middle, making sure to keep her head down and not look anyone in the eye. People like the ones sitting in this backroom were usually unpredictable. There was no telling what might tick them off or what might look like a threat to them.

She got down on her knees at the side of the table, as she heard them talking in low voices. Her heart was beating fast and loud, so she could barely understand anything of what they were saying. She didn't particularly want to understand it either. She just wanted to do her job and get out of here as quickly as possible.

Y/N lowered the tray down onto the table and before she could take the drinks off the tray, a bunch of greedy hands already grabbed them, one after the other. She kept her eyes down, making sure not to look at any of them, especially not while they were all crowding around her. Once they had settled down again, she could leave and it would all be over soon. Not long, now.

"I think we're done here, anyway." she heard one of them say. Y/N gulped. She could feel his eyes on her, mustering her, scrutinizing her. She wanted to look up to see who that was, but she told herself she couldn't. It wouldn't end well. People were moving away from the table again and she took the tray away, getting up swiftly, while still keeping her head down. She was about to turn away, when she heard the same voice again and it sounded as if it was directed at her.

"Stay."

Y/N didn't dare look at him, but she stopped in her movements and looked down at her feet. A million thoughts were racing through her head and she had no idea what she was supposed to do now. She must have done something wrong if she was being asked to stay behind.

"You want her? Are you sure, Chisaki?" she heard her boss say. Even though she knew that he didn't particularly like her, it still felt like a jab every time he talked about her, as if no one could ever want her. Y/N gulped again, audibly.

"She seems like a good, little slut. Obedient. Submissive. I like that. Does the highest rate include everything?" he asked. Y/N felt the blood draining from her face. The highest rate. That's what he had said. That's what he wanted. She was going to die. She was going to die. She was going to die.

"Everything except permanent damage. Would you like a room or would you prefer to stay here?" her boss asked. Y/N wanted to cry, but she was too scared of it. She just stood perfectly still, eyes fixed on the floor.

"Here will do. I'm not going to fuck a filthy little whore in a room that's all nice and fancy. Now, everyone get out. Except you." he said and she felt his eyes on her again. She could already tell that his gaze was intense. It felt intense. She heard the shuffling of feet and shoes and soon everyone had filed out of the room and she was still clinging onto the tray, as if it could save her.

"Look at me." she heard him say. Slowly, Y/N raised her head and looked straight into his eyes. They were piercing. He was wearing a face mask and had short brown hair. He was also wearing latex gloves. It was almost impossible to read his expression and it scared Y/N. It scared her shitless not to know what was going on inside this guy's head. She took a deep breath, trying to stop herself from trembling.

"You scared?" he wanted to know. She couldn't read his expression. Not at all. She didn't know how he wanted her to react, what part he wanted her to play and it made her feel utterly lost.

"N-no, Sir." she answered quietly. She heard him scoffing beneath the mask, as he got up from the couch he was sitting on and walked up to her, slowly but surely backing her into a wall. The wall felt cold against Y/N's back and there was no way to escape this guy. He left her no escape route.

And then she felt a sharp pain in her cheek. She didn't even realize what the smacking sound was until she opened her eyes again and felt the stinging and burning in her cheek and saw this guy with his hand raised. She looked back at him, absolute fear in his eyes. This was what he started off with?

"Stupid, lying whore. If you're not scared, maybe you should be. But I can fucking see that you're scared. And you're still lying to me. Fucking worthless. Down on your knees." he hissed at her. He didn't give Y/N any time to process what he had just said, but he already pushed her down, until she fell to her knees. He wrapped her hair around his hand and pulled her head back, so she was looking up at him. It hurt. It really fucking hurt and Y/N felt tears stinging in her eyes.

"Open." he ordered, tapping her cheek. Y/N quickly opened her mouth wide, scared of what would happen next, but also scared of what would happen if she didn't comply quickly enough. His thumb wandered to her bottom lip, pushing down on it to keep her mouth open, as he pulled down his face mask to spit in her mouth, before chuckling and letting go of her mouth.

Y/N had been expecting worse, if she was honest. It was disgusting and humiliating, but she had experienced way worse than that. She wasn't sure what he was planning to do with her, however. Highest rate could mean anything. Anything but ending her misery already. Sometimes she wishes someone would just end her life quickly. Quick enough for her not to notice it.

"Did I say you could close your mouth again?" he growled and Y/N's eyes widened in shock. Shit. She had fucked up.

"I-I'm sorry." Y/N said, her voice shaking. She felt another impact, but this time it wasn't just a slap. He had hit her in the face with his fist. Full force. She fell to the side, catching her fall with her arms. She felt blood trickling down her nose and tasted blood in her mouth. Before she could recover she could feel herself getting pulled up again by her hair, two gloved fingers forcing her mouth open.

"Keep it open this time, you stupid slut."

Y/N didn't even have time to respond, before he shoved his dick down her throat, giving her no time to adjust. He held her mouth open with two fingers, as he shoved himself all the way down her throat. Y/N gagged and couldn't breathe through her mouth. This felt like torture. She could feel herself panicking, as she was trying to breathe through her nose, but that was closed off from the blood.

It felt like an eternity until he finally pulled out of her and she could take a deep breath, before swallowing all the spit that had gathered in her mouth. She had been drooling and tears were streaming down her cheeks now, but she hadn't even realized until now. She just hoped he wouldn't do it again...

"Stupid whore and a little crybaby, too? Fuck. You're lucky I love seeing those tears." he said and wiped them away with his gloved fingers. It felt almost like he was being gentle, but Y/N knew better. She fucking knew he was going to hurt her. Badly. And she'd have to cover it up and be back to normal tomorrow. If not the same night. It made her sob even more, uncontrollably at this stage.

"Get up. Strip. And then you better get on that table on your hands and knees. And make it quick, I don't have all night."

He went away from her and Y/N just wanted to curl up on the floor and cry before going to sleep, but she was too afraid not to listen to him. She knew she'd regret it if she didn't listen. So she pulled herself up on her high heels and walked over towards the couch. Her head was hurting and her face felt numb. She couldn't really see through her tears, but she stumbled over to where he was.

"Keep the shoes on, bitch." he said before she started undressing. Y/N just nodded and took off her garter belt, deciding to leave the stockings for last. She opened her corset and threw it aside with the garterbelt before stepping out of her panties. She was about to toss them aside when she heard him talk again.

"Give me that and then get on the fucking table." he said to her. Y/N quickly obliged, handing him her panties and getting on her hands and knees on the table, which was more difficult, especially with her legs wobbly with fear. She had no idea what to expect when she felt his erection pressing up against her ass and he leaned over her, forcing her mouth open again and shoving something inside her mouth. Her panties. Y/N's mouth felt dry, as her saliva saturated the panties.

"Keep those in your mouth until I' m done with you."

And then she felt him pushing inside her harshly and roughly. She knew she wasn't anywhere near wet enough. It hurt like hell. And he didn't give her any time to adjust. He pulled out again and slammed back into her, keeping up the rough speed. Y/N kept crying silently, but she was too scared to breathe properly, because the panties made it difficult for her to breathe properly.

She just hoped that it would be over soon. At some point she could feel herself getting wet, just as a bodily reaction. Of course. Her body was trying to protect her from whatever was going on right now. Too bad that it was already too late. She knew she'd be bleeding for the next three days - probably longer, since she'd have to somehow make money during that time, as well.

She was panicking when she thought about having to face Shouta again after this. How could she look at him without breaking into tears? There was no way... no way that she could face him again. She felt so dirty and worthless now already and it wasn't even nearly over. She just hoped it would be over soon.

Y/N had no idea how long it took, but he finally pulled out. Y/N didn't dare move until she felt hot liquid squirting on her back. It probably got in her hair as well. Would be a pain to get that out later. Washing cum off anything was a fucking pain in general. But that was probably going to be the least of her problems. She was just about to move when she felt his hand press her head further down.

"Don't you fucking dare move." he growled, before letting go of her. Y/N felt her heart beating faster out of pure fear. She was scared. She was scared for her life. When Shouta had paid the highest rate and then changed his mind and fucked her, she was afraid of something like this. But Shouta was different.

"I'm not even nearly done with you, you little slut."