~Anastasia Vishnev ~
Mila and I arrive at the club, and I stand in awe while gazing at the tall building. Despite passing by it numerous times, I never imagined such activities occurring within. They have truly concealed their operations well.
"Mila, do you think my papa do things like this also?"
Mila places her hand around my shoulder and sighs. "I don't know, Ana. The ways of a Mafia boss are unpredictable. He might be involved or not—it's solely their choice."
"This feels wrong," I whisper.
Mila shrugs. "It's only wrong if the participants haven't consented to the activities."
"What if they didn't consent?"
Mila sighs again. "I don't know, Ana. We can go back if you're uncomfortable. I just wanted us to do something wild to distract you. We're not participating in their activities, you know."
I sigh. "I'm not having second thoughts. I'm just... curious."
"Then why don't we find out?" Mila grins.
I nod. "Alright."
Both of us walk through the entrance, checking in at the counter. After Mila makes a call, someone appears and starts leading us to where the club is. Upon reaching the place, my eyes widen as I observe everyone dancing and enjoying themselves, it's just like any other club.
"It's just like any other club, Mila," I say, slightly disappointed.
She whispers in my ear, "The auction doesn't take place here, but some of the dominant men are also present among those here for normal fun."
"Oh, I see."
"Let's go get ourselves some drinks. Someone will come to take us to the auction room so we can take a peek," she winks at me.
I grin, "Okay."
I walk over to the bar and take my seat with Mila. The bartender serves us a round, and Mila smiles at him. I roll my eyes and reach for my drink. I can't believe she's already flirting with him.
"Please fuck him, Mila," I say, giving her a pleading look before gulping down my drink.
She smirks. "A fine man like that? I'm sorry, Ana, but I can't promise."
I shake my head at my friend, knowing how she can be, and accept the possibility that she might soon disappear with the bartender.
"Please don't leave me for too long, Mila."
She chuckles. "I'm not leaving you tonight, Ana. Don't worry, I'll control myself today."
Though I still don't believe her, I nod in response. After a moment, the person Mila mentioned gave the pass into this place comes and, leads us through a door to where the auction is taking place. My eyes widen at the sight before me – it's like an entirely different club. The men here sit like kings in their chairs, while some girls are showcased on the stage, wearing what seems like almost nothing.
"Each girl here carries around a tag..." The guy who brought us here starts to say, and we turn to him. He smiles and continues. "A golden tag means she's up for whatever the dominant wants."
My eyes widen at his words. "Whatever? Like... Even pain?"
He nods, "Yes."
"So the girls here, did they join the club of their own accord?" I ask, seeking an answer to the question that has been lingering in my mind. Despite being the daughter of a Mafia boss, I genuinely do not desire the life that comes with it.
Honestly speaking, I feel like I don't really know my papa well. He keeps a lot of things from me, saying that it's best I don't know about certain things. I know my papa is not entirely clean from illegal activities; no mafia member is. However, I don't think I could handle it if he's involved in things like human trafficking. I really can't bear the thought of children or girls being sold against their wish and even though they consent to it, it still doesn't sit right. I guess it's just my opinion anyways.
"I can't really say anything on that, but what I do know is that most girls here are here on their own accord. Not everyone is as privileged as you, sweetheart."
I sigh and look around again. "So what about the silver tag?"
He looks around, and his eyes rest on the girls standing on stage holding silver tags. "That stands for limits; it means the submissive has certain boundaries, and the dominant can check to see if he's okay with it before paying for her."
My eyes rest on the girls on stage, and I nod. "I see. And the black tag?"
"It means the submissive is still discovering her limits; she doesn't know what she can and cannot do yet. It could also mean it's their first time."
"Oh, I think that's much better. If I were to be into BDSM, I would go with the black. I like being curious." I smile.
Mila chuckles, "Naturally, I anticipated you would say that."
I turn towards him. "Um, do you know where the restroom is?"
"It's right on that way.," he gestures towards an area across us.
"Okay."
"The door on the left side," he specifies.
Mila offers, "Should I accompany you?"
I shake my head. "No need, love. I'll manage."
"Alright, once you're done, find Christian and me seated over there," she points to a seat.
I nod, "Alright." Turning, I head towards the area. Just before walking over to where the restroom door is, someone pulls me back. Wide-eyed, I turn to see an advanced looking man smirking, accompanied by a younger man as if a bodyguard.
"What... What do you want?"
"Why is someone as beautiful as you wandering? Are you here for the auction or are you among the VIPs?"
Confused, I try to pull my hand away, but he tightens his grip, unwilling to let go.
"Relax, beauty. I don't bite. We can discuss with your madam and reach an agreement."
"I'm not a submissive," I frown at him.
He furrows his brows, "Then why are you here?"
"I... I..." Oh goodness, how am I going to get out of this? "I came with someone so let me go or I'll scream."
"And who will come to save you my dear? Do you know who I am?" he challenges.
"Well, do you know who I am?" I retort, persisting in my struggle against his grasp.
"You are going to be mine tonight, beauty." he declares.
Perplexed, I pivot, preparing to scream my plea for aid.
"Dmitri," resonates a commanding voice, prompting all three of us to redirect our attention. A young man approaches, hands nonchalantly tucked in his pockets, and another young man accompanies him. His black hair cascades over his face and he swiftly brushes the strands aside with a casual gesture. Our eyes lock and we just stare. He scrutinizes my face before redirecting his attention to the old man.
"Oh my! Oh my! What a delightful surprise to find you here. I'm unaware of your presence in Russia, I would have extended a personal welcome," the old man utters with a smile lacking sincerity.
The man approaches, observing the old man's hand around my wrist. "She doesn't seem like a submissive, Dmitri. Perhaps it's a signal to release her?" he raise his brow at the old man.
The old man's gaze shifts to his hand on mine, a sly smile playing on his lips. "She hasn't explicitly said so." he says, a dishonest grin directed at me.
"I did," I interject with a frown. His glare precedes my liberation and I look at my wrist to see a reddened mark.
"Why don't we talk somewhere, Dmitri?" The man proposes.
The old man agrees, giving me a parting glance before departing with them. I sigh in relief. As I head to the restroom, Mila's stern voice calls my name, indicating her concern.
"Anastasia!" She doesn't call my full unless she's pissed.
"Anastasia, where have you been? I've been worried sick. What's taking so long?" she questions with a furrowed brow.
I grasp her hands. "I met a man. A beautiful man." I grin as I recall the gaze of the man who had saved me from that old gizzard.
"A beautiful man? Which man?" she responds, perplexed.
"He's so my type Mila but he might be a dominant."
Mila furrows her brows in confusion. "Who are you talking about, Ana?"
I sigh, realizing I need to recount the events before delving into the details about the mysterious man.
"Will you start talking? What's been keeping you here?" She furrows her brow further. I quickly narrate the recent encounter, and her expression shifts to one of worry.
"Oh my God, what if that man had not come? Why didn't you scream? You could have called me, Ana."
I offer her a reassuring smile. "It's okay, Mila. I'm fine now."
"Hmm." She folds her arms. " Well you sounded like you want to fuck this guy." She grins mischievously.
I roll my eyes. "Mila."
"What? You're telling me you wouldn't if given the chance? I thought that's why we're here."
I grin, "But what if he's dominant?"
"Then we'll find you another man. I'm sure he isn't the only attractive one in here. Now, let's go back."
"Uh, I haven't used the restroom yet."
She sighs, "Then go use it now."
As I head towards the restroom, Mila's words echo in my mind. Would I fuck him if I have the chance? His beauty, coupled with an air of danger, intrigues me. Despite the uncertainty, I remind myself that I'm here to seize the moment and have fun, possibly for the last time. So that's what I'm going to do tonight.
XOXO