Chapter 7: Nora's Pv; new life

I was very afraid and I was reluctant to become the mistress or the companion of a man much older than me. And it wasn't just any man, it was Anton Kovalski, a fucking mobster. And even if so far no one has been able to prove his involvement in the said organization, it was obvious that he was one.

I may have been a little stubborn and rebellious, but I categorically refuse to end up in a brothel surrounded by horny psychopaths and high on who knows what illicit drug. For my own good, I accept for now what my life has become, but I don't intend to stay here all my life.

I spend the rest of the day thinking about my uncle, but also about this outing with Anton. I'm so scared. A few days ago, my life was peaceful and I was far from imagining what was going to happen.

I had carte blanche to come and go throughout the house. I holed up in the kitchen all day. Olga taught me how to make typical dishes from their home and I was able to forget that I was just a simple escort girl for a mafioso. Mr. Anton demanded that I join him for lunch. The table was set in the garden and it was my first time to set foot there since my arrival. I wore a simple white dress with red heeled sandals, my hair tied in a simple ponytail. I make a point of specifying that if I had the choice, I would have put on jeans and sneakers instead of these instruments of torture which were these shoes.

At the table, my head is down, I don't dare look at this man. Have you seen this man? He was a goddamn giant. And I believed that Uncle Mike was the greatest man, but this Anton shut me down. How could I rebel against this man, even with all the courage I have.

Anton: Are you going to spend all the time with your head down?

- I'm not used to being in contact with people other than my uncle Mike. Mr Anton can I ask you a question?

Anton: Yes, but I prefer that you call me Anton because that's the name you're going to shout very often when I'm going to fuck you.

I am surprised by the raw words of this man. What did I expect? I pull myself together when I see that silly smile on his face. I adjust my glasses and clear my throat.

- Where are we going tonight? Should I be worried? Can I stay here please? And I'm not comfortable with these new clothes, do you allow me to wear the clothes of my choice?

Anton: That's a lot of questions. All you need to know is that nothing bad will happen to you because I will be there to watch over you and no you can't stay here or change your wardrobe.

Olga arrives and says something in Russian to Anton and leaves. He looks at me with his deep, laughing eyes. He sees my questioning look and asks me.

Anton: Would you like to learn Russian?

- Oh can I?

Anton: Of course yes my flower. You can do anything as long as it stays within my reach. There are people who arrived with dresses. You are going to try them and I will choose one for tonight.

I say nothing more and continue my meal. Once the meal is over, he hands me the bottom if games call it that. His arms were comparable to fucking thighs. I walk beside him to the large living room where two young women with several dresses were. Anton takes place in an armchair and Olga accompanies me in a room not close to the dresses. I can't help noticing the envious looks these gourds are giving Anton. I thought they were there for me these idiots?

I try the first dress, then the second then the third to the fifth, I was exhausted. All of these dresses were beautiful, but too revealing for my taste. When I get to the last, Anton chooses one and says something, still in Russian. Soon the two women are escorted out the door and the dresses taken to my room.

The rest of the day was very hectic for me. Anton brought in a masseuse, a make-up artist, a hairdresser, the whole big team. I'm not telling you the comic scene that took place in this room with the masseuse. You know for the first time there was one. I would burst out laughing when she touched my thighs or hips. And don't believe that I was lying quietly, no, I jumped, fidgeted in all directions so that Olga was forced to stop the massage.

Night fell quickly and the women left after helping me get ready. I look at myself in the mirror and I don't recognize the woman in this mirror. I wore a sexy black dress that flattered my curves, stiletto heels, light makeup, and contact lenses instead of glasses.

Anton: You are beautiful my flower.

I turn around to face the owner. My God, what elegance. Nothing to say this man knew something about fashion. He hands me his arm which I take and we walk together to the living room. We had descended the stairs with such caution that I was grateful to him. He knew that I was very bad at my heels and he let me use them as support.

In the yard, a big black GMC car pulls up and Anton helps me in before going around to sit beside me. In the driver's seat was a slightly older man dressed in black. Next to him in the passenger seat, Ivan sat with a stern face. Anton waves and the car starts. We've been driving for I don't know how long and I end up falling asleep from boredom or exhaustion, I don't know.

I feel a hand draw imaginary lines on my face. I open my eyes and see Anton smiling at me.

Anton: Here we are.

I follow them into the building and there I am surprised. He had taken me to a night club. Fear seizes my heart and dark thoughts arise in my mind. And if he came to offer me to a pervert?

He squeezes my fingers seeing my absent look or maybe he senses my fear.

The place is so noisy and reeks of alcohol and cigarette smoke. Eyes turn on us and follow us wherever we go. He makes me the visit of the places by presenting me each corner. This place was actually one of his night clubs.

After the visit, he leads me to a private room and turns around in his office, because he had to receive someone. So I'm alone with Ivan and a beautiful young lady named Anastasia. They kept kissing and touching in my presence. It was as if I was invisible to them. I was bored so I decided to go ask Anton's permission to go home. Anyway, this place wasn't for me already that I didn't know what to drink except water.

I quietly leave the room without being noticed by Ivan and his companion for Anton's office. I open the door and there I don't know if I should scream, run away or stay. I can't turn my head away from this view.

On Anton's table, a woman was lying with her breasts exposed and her legs wide apart. Anton was between her legs fucking her with such force and vigor that I felt wet between my legs. He replaces the woman in another position and walks around the table to stand in front of her and there I gasp at the sight of his penis. Oh my God, can such a thing exist? And this woman who is writhing in all directions and moaning quietly as if it were a small contraption. He turns his head at my flirtatious surprise and our eyes meet. Shit, I suck as a weasel.

I run for fear of being overtaken by him. Barely a few steps that I grabbed by the arm. And there I see a person I never imagined I would see.

“Juan Cabral?” I couldn't help but scream. Finally someone who knows me in this backwater. And even if it was an idiot, a glimmer of hope is born in me. Finally a way out. Thanks my God.