Stung and Employed By The Wasp

He calmly left me alone in the hallway, and I was boiling with rage, anger, and a bit of confusion.

I needed to find Heather, and now.

I went down the stairs, but this time I followed the stairs all the way down to the bottom floor. There was a voice that echoed throughout the corridor, and I recognized it instantly.

Heather’s voice.

I shoved the door open, and found myself in what was basically a small bar with a high platform with a stripper pole on it.

Heather was there with a few other girls, the common point between all of them was the skimpy outfits they were all in.

“Look who it is!” Heather cheered.

“We need to talk.” I stated.

“Go ahead, we can talk right here in front of everyone. At the Nest we don’t hide things.” Heather told me.

“Really, because I think you’ve hidden more than enough from me.” I said.

“Oh sweetheart, you don’t know the half of it.” She replied with a smile.

“Enlighten me.” I demanded.

“I’m not telling you anymore, you have to go and ask Chris.” She told me.

“Oooh, you’re fucked.” One of the girls chuckled.

“The least you can do is tell my why you screwed me over.” I said.

“I was in charge of finding another girl for the job you now have, if I couldn’t do that then I face a punishment. I didn’t want that and you my dear were way too desperate and now we’re here.” She explained.

Holy shit was she pissing me off.

“Where can I find Chris?” I bitched at her.

“All the way up the stairs and it’s the conference room in the middle.” She answered.

Without a response I exited the room, and made my way up the stairs.

Sure enough, there was a conference room right where she told me it would be.

I opened the door, and I froze for a second as I saw the man sitting in front of a desk looking through piles of paperwork.

He was tall, pale, intimidating, covered in tattooes, pierced, and had on a lot of black. His style was very similar to Ghost’s whom I had just met.

“Zoey, correct?” He asked.

“Yeah, that’s me. I’m hoping you’re Chris.” I replied.

“That’s me, please sit down and let’s talk. From what I’ve been told there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding.” He said.

I took a seat at the rather large conference table, and was a bit scared as Chris came around and sat in the chair directly next to me.

“I’m very truly sorry about this whole situation. I came into this thinking it was just another job, and now suddenly it’s a sex club and I can’t leave. I can’t do that, and I apologize deeply for that. So if you could just please let me out I would be forever grateful towards you.” I told him.

He sat back, kicked his feet up on the table and grinned at me.

“That’s not going to happen. I don’t care what you saw or didn’t see, you signed the paper and that means you’re subjected to the rules.” Chris explained.

I looked to the left for a second and noticed that there was a small silver chain with a key attached.

Bingo!

In the blink of an eye I shot up, grabbed the key with the chain and bolted out of the door like a bat out of hell.

I turned around quickly, and noticed that no one was behind me.

What the hell?

Screw that, I wasn’t about to stop and get caught.

Running as fast as my legs would allow I finally made it downstairs, and as I made my last bee line towards the door about halfway through I was grabbed from behind and lifted up into the air.

“Get off!” I screamed, fighting back.

My back was slammed down onto the floor, and I opened my eyes to another tall man that looked very similar to Chris but his ears were stretched much larger and he had a few different piercings than Chris.

“Now you’re in trouble.” He panted.

Shit.

Notes

That's not good.

Pretty soon Zoey's going to learn all about The Nest, possibly more than she ever wanted to.

Thanks for all your support, I hope you continue to comment, rate, and subscribe :)

Have a great night!!!