You're Mine and Only Mine

BELLA

After about an hour, the men are starting to get wild. Over half of them are drunk, and the strippers are completely naked and letting the men have their way with them.

They have done everything from blow jobs to sex, and the guys start shoving hundreds of dollars into their hands or panties as they put them back on when they’re finished.

I look over at Brad with a disgusted look on my face. “Do you mind if I run to the restroom? I just did the walkthrough, and I think everything is fine.” I really need to go.

“Sure.” He points down a long hall. “It’s down that hall and to the right as soon as you turn that corner.”

“I’ll be right back,” I say, taking off since my bladder has been holding it for over an hour now, and I feel like it’s going to explode. I find the restroom with ease and take care of my business.

After washing up, I step back out and see a guy leaning up against the wall waiting on me.

“Sorry, sir, may I pass you? I need to get back to work, please.” I’m trying to stay polite but step around the half-drunk guy.

“You’re about to get to work for me.” His breath reeks of booze.

“I’ve watched you all evening. Running around serving everyone, that cute ass of yours bouncing, your boobs jiggling around while you bend over. I’ve had a hard-on for you for over thirty minutes.”

“I’m sorry, sir, that’s not my job. That’s what all those other girls are here for, not me.”

He backs me up against the wall.

“I don’t want them.” He has caged me in against the wall, his arms on both sides of my head. “You’re a whole lot prettier than them. I want you.”

“I’m sorry, sir, I’m not interested.” I try not to throw up as the heavy smell of booze comes off him.

I try to push past him, but my small five-foot-three, 105-pound body is no match for the guy who is towering over me.

He grabs my wrist and pulls me to his chest. He tries to kiss me, but I move my head around, avoiding him at all costs.

“Please stop. I need to get back to my job.” I’m getting very nervous.

“This is your job,” he snarls out. “To satisfy my needs.”

He grabs my hands and puts them behind my back. Yanking off his tie, he puts it around my wrist and then spins me around and pushes my body up against the wall hard, making sure that I can’t move.

One hand covers my mouth, and his other hand is busy. I feel his hand slide up under my dress slowly, and then he grabs my ass. Running his fingers along my G-string, he groans into my ear.

“Damn, woman, you got a tight, sexy body here,” he says as his breath picks up.

Moving my panties to the side, he runs his hands over my center and my clit. I try to wiggle free, but he has his body holding me against the wall and his leg in between mine, holding them apart.

I hear his pants unbutton and then feel his hard dick on my bare ass. Guiding it in between my legs, he runs the tip of it through my center.

“You’re going to feel so good here in a minute. I’m going to fill you up, and it’s going to feel so good to both of us,” he whispers in my ear.

I feel kisses on my neck, and he wraps his free arm around my waist, pushing me up higher on the wall. I’m crying so hard now, feeling his knees bend as he gets ready to enter me.

***

“Where’s Bella? There are guys needing refills,” Cameron says as he looks around.

“She went to the bathroom about five minutes ago. I haven’t seen her come back yet,” Brad replies.

“I’ll go check on her, make sure she’s not cornered or anything,” Cameron says as he takes off down the hall.

***

The next thing I know, my feet hit the floor, and the drunk guy is getting ripped off me. Cameron has him by the collar and has shoved him up the wall. I quickly get my balance and take off.

“Bella, wait!” Cameron’s voice follows me down the hall, but I keep running, scared to death. I run back to Brad, shaking and crying hard.

“What’s wrong? Did Cameron find you? He was worried about where you disappeared to.” He looks at me with concern.

“H-he did,” I say, still sobbing hard. “T-that man tried to have his way with me. He had me pinned to the wall, and I couldn’t move. Please untie my hands.” I turn around so he can see and get to my hands.

“Oh, honey! I’m so sorry. Here, let me get that for you.” His fingers quickly take the tie off.

As soon as I’m free, I spin around and wrap my arms around his broad waist, hugging him tightly. He wraps his arms around me, trying to settle me down.

“Calm down, please. You’re safe now. Stop shaking.” His voice is smooth and calm.

“Please don’t let him touch me, please,” I sob into his chest.

“I won’t, I promise. Cameron will take care of him. He won’t come anywhere near you.” He strokes my hair slowly and rubs my back, trying to get my nerves to calm down.

Just then, Cameron comes down the hall, dragging the man by his shirt. He shoves him off to John. “Get rid of him, now!” he snaps.

Once he is free of the guy, he rushes over to me. Brad lets go of me, but I grab tighter because I can still see the guy glaring at me as he’s shoved out the door. I start crying harder and don’t let go.

“Bella, let go, please,” Brad says politely. “You’re squeezing me a little too tight there.”

“Come on, Bella.” Cameron lightly touches my arm. “Walk over here with me, please.”

I slowly release my grip and look at Cameron. He’s stooping down so we are eye to eye, and his eyes are full of compassion and sadness. He holds his hand out toward me as I slowly, very slowly, take it.

He walks with me toward his office and then closes the door. He sits down in his chair and pulls me into his lap, wrapping his arms around me tightly as I shake and cry.

“I-I-I’m sorry. I tried to get away.” My face is buried into his chest. “I tried. He wouldn’t listen. He said I owed it to him, that it was my job.”

“It’s not your fault,” Cameron says, keeping his grip around me. “He’s gone out of the club, and he will never return. I promise you that.”

I cuddle up in his lap, hanging onto him like he’s my lifeline. His arms stay wrapped around me like he’s trying to shield me from the bad things that are in the world.

We stay like that until I have calmed down and my crying, along with the shaking, has stopped. I inhale the scent of very expensive cologne and a hint of Old Spice on him.

“Feel better now?” His voice is calm and as smooth as butter.

“Slowly. I need to get back to work. They need—”

He cuts me off with his eyes and shakes his head. “Not right now, love. Just relax and take deep breaths. Calm yourself first.”

I do what he tells me to, and I feel my body slowly relax. I push up off his chest to sit up, finally realizing that I’m in his lap. I gasp and jump up very quickly while blushing hard.

“Oh God! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to,” I say, backing away from him.

He chuckles in a low, deep sound. “I put you in my lap. You didn’t do anything wrong. I was trying to calm you down since you were very upset.”

“Thank you.” I finally remember I hadn’t told him that. “I appreciate everything you’ve done. If you didn’t show up when you did, then he would have…” My eyes go wide while I start to panic again.

He stands up, rubbing my arm up and down slowly. “I know. I got there just in time. Thank goodness he was drunk—he moved slower than normal.”

“Hey, boss.” Brad sticks his head inside the door. “Is she all right?”

“Yes, Brad,” I say, stepping away from Cameron quickly. “Thank you. I’m good now, thanks to you two. I’m ready to go back out there now.”

“You sure?” Cameron looks at me in surprise. “I don’t want you to get out there too soon.”

“I need to get back to work. If I do, then it will get my mind off things, and I won’t be freaked out right now.” I take another small step back.

“If you’re sure, then I don’t have a problem with it,” he says, looking at me suspiciously.

As I’m walking out the door, I turn around and give him a very nice smile. He smiles back, and I disappear out the door and back to my area.

CAMERON

“Uh-huh!” Brad crosses his arms and leans on the door frame. “I see that look in your eyes, boss. You like her, don’t you?”

“What?” I look at him with wide eyes. “No! Uh, maybe? Ugh! Don’t confuse me right now.”

“I’m not. You have that look that everyone has when they meet their girl. She’s it, correct?” He smirks at me as his eyes shine brightly.

Dropping my head, I say, “You’re right. When she was in my arms, it felt right. Just like she fit perfectly. Her body is perfect in every way. It reminded me of that last puzzle piece that fits just right to complete a puzzle.”

A wide grin grows across my face. “She will be mine, and only mine.”

“You light up like a teenage boy who just fell in love when she smiles at you. She has you hooked, and now you’re going to pursue her. You can’t tell me that I’m wrong,” he says, tapping his chin.

“Damn! You know me all too well, man. Why do you have to see right through me?” I cross my arms.

“It’s part of my job, remember?” His grin is almost like an evil one.

“Plus, I’ve known you for years, man. This is the first time I’ve seen you do anything like that. That look you had on your face a few minutes ago? I’ve seen that on other people so many times.”

I smirk, thinking of Bella’s cute face, curvy body, and the feel of her in my arms. “She’s a beautiful woman, isn’t she?”

“One of the prettiest I’ve seen in here in a very long time.” He nods in agreement.

“After her shift, let her know I want to see her. Maybe we can talk, and I can get to know her a little better,” I say, sitting down at my desk and laying my arms down on it, crossing them.

“Will do, boss.” He salutes me and walks out the door, closing it behind him.