The Loan (closed)

[lucia_ll]

Name: Amanda Pirite
Age: 27
Description: 5'6'' 125 lbs, long black curly hair, hazel eyes. 34 B 25 33. Fit. Takes care of her body, doing some sport and multiple body lotions and facial care.
About: Amanda is married to Richard, one year marriage. She doesn't work. Richard is 31, company lawyer, who travels around the country often.

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One morning, checking her credit, Amanda understood she had a big problem. She had two problems really. She was addict to shoppings, she loved it, she couldn't stay more than one day without going shopping. Boots, skirts, tops, blouses, dresses, lingerie, bags, belts, expensive cosmetics, jewelry, perfumes. She needed it.

Since she married, she had tried to control herself, and she didn't use her credit card that much. She had a personal bank account and her credit card away from her husband, so he didn't know how much she spent. She lost that control 4 months ago, when the new summer collection got to the shops. There she overspent for quite a lot.

She knew she couldn't pay when the bill got home. She was desperate and ready to tell her husband, preparing herself to bear with his anger when she heard a conversation about a moneylender. She wrote the phone number down, and she quickly called.

Amanda was really surprised how easy it had been, only with a phone call, giving her name and bank account number, the next day she had $3000 fresh in the bank. And 3 months to pay back 4000. It was a big rate to pay back, but she thought that making little spends in those 3 months, she would have no problem to pay in time.

But having fresh money in her account was too big temptation, and she spent it. That's where the big problem came from. After those 3 months, her bank account was hardly close to 1000. Amy needed 3000 more to pay back the loan. And again, she couldn't tell her husband. She didn't know what to do.

 

[AntonTovaras]

Nico Rekin
Age 40
Description: 6'2” 250lbs, salt & pepper hair buzzed short, blue eyes. Almost model-handsome as a young man, his face has a few scars and lumps from fights and the lines of aging etched in. He is big and bulky, most of it muscle, but he has younger men to do the fighting for him now, so there is a little softness around the hard center.

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Nico listened to some angry idiot on the radio ranting about the American dream as he drive out to the suburbs where it lived. Though most people would not agree, he thought he was living the dream. Sure, he had done a little time, and there was no doubt that he had lived a rough life, but he had done well for himself. He had to fight to get what he wanted, but he didn't see how that made him somehow unamerican. Hadn't the founding fathers these talk radio idiots blathered about fought a war for their dream?

The thing he really noticed about the place where he had come was the lawns. They were all trimmed perfectly and unnaturally green, even this late in the year. The houses were all too big for the families that lived in them, and there seemed to be more cars in more driveways than could possibly be needed. Then again, these were people that drove hours every week to sit in offices to do what they could as easily do from their homes. He had a garage for his BMW in the alley behind the club where most of his work got done, and his apartment was one flight up. More and more, though, as the credit market had tightened, these people in the suburbs found that they needed him.

Like this Amanda Pirite he was going to see. She had needed a quick three grand and had been happy to promise four back in three months. Of course she hadn't paid up yesterday when it was due, and she probably expected an email, or maybe a letter or a phone call from a machine. That's what all the fat slobs in the burbs thought happened when you didn't pay Nico back. He should really have given this job to one of the young men in the organization, but he enjoyed the look on these people's faces when he appeared at their doors the day after their loans were due.

He wore a good suit, black silk, tailored to fit him perfectly, with a black shirt under it. He didn't wear a tie. He didn't want to be confused with a banker, but he knew that his clothes spoke of money the way his body spoke of power. He found Pirite's address and parked the car. He put on leather gloves and sunglasses and strolled to the front door and pushed the bell.

“Hello Amanda,” he said when the door opened. “My name is Nico. You owe me four thousand dollars.” He knew she didn't have it, and he wasn't here to hurt her, yet. He was here to turn the four thousand into five, that she would have when he came back in a month. But when he took a look at her, he smiled. She wasn't a fat old housewife. She was a prime piece of grade-A ass, and she knew how to dress it up, too. He licked his lips. “You want to set this straight, don't you Amanda?”

 

[lucia_ll]

Early in the morning, 10 am, Amy woke up and had her morning shower, using her hair mask and body gel, coming directly from Hollywood, from the shop where Kristen Stewart got hers.
Freshen she had her makeup and dressed up in her armani jeans, that fit perfectly on her ass, lifting it. The top string of her pink thong showed from over the waist, letting the "Victoria's Secret" logo show for those who looked, and get them jealous of what they couldn't have. She got her matching bra, and Versace blouse. A perfect set finished with her Cavalli boots.

That way, she was having her breakfast espresso at 11.30 when someone knocked at the door and she upset opened the door.
She didn't know the man there, a handsome middle age man, with a nice, and surely expensive suit, and with a hard face, hard look on her face. She didn't have time to say hello when the man started speaking.

Her face turn pale white when she heard his name and what he was there for. She didn't expect his visit, she had been waiting for a visit and had an excuse ready, but he was intimidating, she could hardly speak.

"I ... ahmm... I don't have the money right now " - she whispered with nervous words - "I need... some more time... just another three months and I promise I'll pay you back all your money... I only have 1000 now. I .. i'm sure you understand... I had some problems and a... and couldn't get all the money... ".

 

[AntonTovaras]

He understood perfectly. She didn't have the money now, and she wouldn't have it in three months. He had a pretty good idea where it went when he saw her outfit, and he knew the type well enough. She just couldn't say no when it came to shopping. She had been told all her life that she deserved the best, and she would never really understand that she couldn't afford it. It was an angle he could use, though.

“Oh, I understand,” he said, his voice razor sharp. He took a step closer to her, took his sunglasses off and gave her an icy stare. “We had a deal for four thousand, that was due yesterday. You don't really think I'm going to walk away with a thousand dollar and give you another three months, do you? I mean, you're cute, but you're not that cute.”

He stopped there, and let a smirk turn the corner of his mouth up. His eyes took in her figure slowly, and he put a hand on her hip. His gloved finger stroked the skin between the string of her thong and her jeans and he licked his lips. He let his hand fall away, and then reached into his pocket. He took out a business card that had his name on the back. On the front was a picture of a girl in lacy lingerie, and the words “The Velvet Room: Gentlemen's Club” and an address. He put the card under her chin, and lifted her face til she was looking up at him. Then he slid the card under the string of her thong.

“My club,” he explained. “Bring the thousand dollars to me there tonight at eleven, and we can figure out a payment plan so that I don't have to worry about my money and you don't have to worry about what happens the next time I have to come here.”

He put his sunglasses back on and turned away. He only took a step before he stopped and looked over his shoulder at her. He grinned cruelly.

“When you come tonight, wear something sexy, ok?”

 

[lucia_ll]

Amy wasn't able to say word while he spoke, or when he touched her or when he left. She was in shock. She didn't understand what had happened.

Only a minute after Nico left, she reacted and moved inside the house, closing the door. She was trembling, looking at the card he had given her. She was very scared and didn't know what to do. She passed the next hours walking up and down her house, thinking. She thought about telling her husband, but after a while she let that idea aside. He would never forgive her for spending the money without telling him, and over all, for lying to him. And he didn't have that money either. She would have to go to the club and try to find some agreement with Nico.

But what was that club? Was it a brothel? she wondered, scared of what he might do to her, he could rape her for the money. "It can't be that" - she tried to convince herself - "it must be only his office". She tried to find what to tell him once she was there, a payment plan, that's what he said. She would probably have to pay more, but she could do it if she didn't spend more money.
She understood she had to do it, go to the club and see Nico. She only had to find an excuse for her husband so she could leave home so late at night. And wearing something sexy.

 

[AntonTovaras]

Nico parked across the street from his club and stopped for a moment to talk to the bouncers. He let them know to expect a new girl, and to send her straight back to him. Then he walked through the main floor, where the cheap and the uncertain tipped the girls by the dollar as they danced on stage and handed over sweaty twenties for lap-dances. It was early, still, and there weren't many, but he saw Jasmine leading an oversized man in jeans and a plaid shirt towards the stairs to the champagne rooms. He gave her a nod. Truckers might not look like much, but they knew how to spend their money. The other girls might spend an hour trying to reel in a suit who would never cash out, while in the same time, Jasmine would bring her guy upstairs, and send him away smiling and be working the next one. Some girls just knew how to be whores.

He wondered if Amy would take to it. She seemed the type who would take his direction without putting up much of a fight. If he was right, she could be worth a lot. If not, he'd let her grind out the money one way or another. In the meantime, he went back to his office at the back of the club. He could watch the action in the main room through the one way mirrors, and he could peep on the champagne rooms with the closed circuit television he had set up. Sure enough, Jasmine had the trucker's dick out and was grinding her ass against it.

He grinned and turned it off. He had numbers to crunch, calls to make, and he wanted to be sharp for the new girl when she came. If she came. He didn't want to think about what would happen if she stayed away. It was never fun for him to hurt women, but he didn't shy away from doing what had to be done. The evening went by, and then he saw her coming in the door, and he smiled as the bouncer pointed across the club to the office.

 

[lucia_ll]

Amanda finally told her husband she was going to a friend's birthday party, something that wasn't strange so Richard didn't get any suspicious. She even told him to come with her, knowing he would reject it, having to work early next morning.
So she got dress in a short tight skirt, a couple inches over the knees, and blue halter top, with an overall coat, to hide her looks a bit while she went out. 3'' black heels, thong and bra completed her outfit. She quickly said good bye to Richard, giving him a little kiss on the lips, telling him she would be back late, and left home.

Amy was at the door of the club right in time. Her legs almost trembling, nervous, with the 1074 $ she had in her purse, and scared of what Nico would want or would ask her for the money. The big guys at the door were intimidating, they smiled at her and undressed her with their eyes. She usually liked that attention from a man, but this time she was alone and scared of them. They let her in and told her where to go.

Once in the club, Lucy took a look around. Seeing the dirty strip club made her want to run away, fearing of what would happen with her. Would he want her to do something like that for him, she wondered. Her steps were short, slow, like hoping to delay the moment to find Nico. She saw the girls dancing, in just a minimal thong, and how the dirty guys throw some dollars to them. How awfully bad she felt.

She finally arrived to the door of Nico's office, trembling, breathing heavily, her small right hand raised to knock on the door. After hearing a "come in", she walked in.
"Nico? I... ahm.. hello.. I.. I brought.. the money.. all the money I have " - she said, looking in her purse for the money, she felt almost as if she was going to faint, she took a couple of steps staying in front of his desk.

 

[AntonTovaras]

Nico smiled at the girl. He stood up from behind his desk and poured her a glass of straight vodka on the rocks, and another for himself. Then he walked around and closed the door behind her. He took the money and tossed it on the desk without even glancing at it, then put the glass in her hand. He threw his drink back in one gulp.

“Drink,” he said to her, and then he slipped his arm around her waist. He turned her to face the window that looked out over the main room of his club. Girls were dancing on stages, giving lapdances in the shadowy corners, and the men were paying them well.

“You're much more sexy than any of them,” he said softly. “You come work for me. Each day you don't pay me is another hundred dollars you owe me. Each night you work, I forget that hundred dollars, and you give me your tips to pay down your debt.”

He sat down on the small loveseat that faced his desk. “Now. Show me how you strip-tease.”

 

[lucia_ll]

Her heart was beating hard and fast in her chest, like it was going to explode out of her body, hearing his voice, seeing him. She grabbed the glass of vodka and took a sip, she coughed with the hard drink.

Amanda felt his hand around her waist, guiding it to the window. She could see the dirty dark club, the girls almost nude dancing all over, some darker places where you could guess that girls were dancing right next to some men, or even on top of them. And in some even darker place she could guess the silouette of a girl in her knees bobbing her head up and down. Or was she just imagining worse things that were really happenning?

She finally heard his treat for the debt. It was awful.

"But... I.. that... I can't do that.. I.. I mean ... it would take...ages ... to get all that money in tips.. I.. and... and .. I'm not a stripper.. I have never stripped.. and less in front of .. those men" - tears filled her eyes, realizing in what big trouble she had got.

 

[AntonTovaras]

"That's thirty two hundred dollars you owe me," he said. "Tomorrow it'll be thirty three. I know you've stripped for your husband. Just think of him. Think of how much you don't want him to find out. I know you didn't tell him you were coming here tonight. What will he think when I tell him?"

He spoke casually, almost sounding bored, but a moment after he finished, his hand shot out, quick as a snake, and grabbed her hair. He pulled her close enough that she could feel his breath on her lips.

"I'm offering you a way out, bitch," he growled. Then he pulled her away from the window and dragged her around behind the desk. He opened the drawer and showed her a pair of pliers. Then he closed the drawer and pushed her "I don't want to hurt you, or anyone close to you. I just want my money. Now strip for me, so you don't have to tell your husband why his fingers got broken."

 

[lucia_ll]

Amy gasped when he grabbed her hair so suddenly, scared, feeling his breathe as he spoke to her. She knew she had no way to escape, and every day was more difficult. Her husband would never understand what she did and why she didn't tell him before and why she was there now.

Terribly scared, when he finally let her hair, trembling, she started moving her hands to the hems of her top, and pulling up. Breathing deep, she saw how Nico was looking at her. She had to go on. Amanda open the zip of her skirt and pulled it down to her feet, stepping out of it, and hoping that staying in her thong and bra would be enough.

Even with no words, Nico let her clear it wasn't. Again her nervous hands move to her back, to unclasp her bra, something that seemed so difficult in those conditions, until she finally managed to do it, removing her bra, exposing her firm tits for his eyes. She couldn't look at him this time. She just grabbed the sides of her thong and pulled down, so she was finally nude in front of him, her eyes looking to the floor, even if she tried hard to look up at him and show herself proud of her body. It was impossible.

 

[AntonTovaras]

He couldn't help smiling a little when he saw her start to panic. This spoiled, soft, suburban cunt thought she could borrow money and not pay it back, but now she was starting to wake up to reality. His reality. There was no better rush than seeing her world crumble as she slowly started to strip. She had an incredible body, and as he watched her bend down to slip her skirt off, he knew he was going to get rich off her. She was going to be worth a lot more to him than a few grand, and he grinned.

When she looked up, asking with her eyes if she could keep her underwear on, he just chuckled, shaking his head. He smirked, seeing her struggle with her bra like a teenaged boy, and his eyes widened appreciatively when he saw her breasts bounce out. When she stepped out of her thong, she couldn't even look at him, and he smiled again. It was good for her to be afraid, but not so afraid that she couldn't do the job.

He touched her softly, a hand on her shoulder, and gently pulled her into his arms, comforting. He whispered in her ear. “Nobody's going to hurt you if you do what you're told. You're a beautiful girl. You do what I tell you, and you won't ever have to borrow money again. You could be walking home with five grand a night if you'd just learn to use your body.”

He sat on the sofa and gently, but firmly, steered her into his lap, her thighs spread around his hips. He pushed up, letting her feel his rock-hard cock pressing up against her sex. He smiled and lifted her chin, making her look at him. “You feel that? That's what you do to me, and I spend every day surrounded by pussy. Those assholes out there? They won't stand a chance with you.”

 

[lucia_ll]

Amy gasped when she felt the touch of his hands on her naked skin and how he pulled her to his body. She was trembling in his arms, indefense, weak, alone in this dirty strip club with a man who could now do anything he wanted with her.

And that way, naked, as he sat down and made her straddle him, sat down on his lap, so exposed to him with her spread legs, she tried to speak.

"I... don't want money.... I only want to .. pay my debt... and go home...I don't want anything more " - she said between sobs, not moving, but feeling the growing bulge in his pants pressed on her shaved pussy. She hadn't felt worse ever in her life, and yet, she knew she would have to do what he told her. She wished it would be only dancing.

 

[AntonTovaras]

"That's right," he said, sympathetically. "You just get your debts paid and then this will all be over. You'll never have to see me again." He let his hands rest on her hips, his fingers gently squeezing her ass. He rocked her gently back and forth, his cock straining against his pants as her pussy rubbed against it.

"Nobody's going to pay you to sit on their lap and cry, though, are they?" he said, chuckling as though they were sharing a joke. "I know this has been hard for you, so I'll tell you what. Just give me a quick blowjob, and you can go home. You can start really working tomorrow."

He grinned at her, his eyes ice cold, daring her to object.

 

[lucia_ll]

Amanda tried to stop her tears, but it was difficult, even more feeling his hands playing with her ass and the bulge on his crotch rubbing against her pussy. How badly she wanted to run away, but she couldn't, and she knew it.

She gasped hearing him when he told her about the blowjob. She looked at him and saw he was dead serious about it. That was what she feared she would have to do, and now it was going to happen for real. She didn't move for a minute, breathing fast, her heart beating so hard she thought it was going to jump out of her chest. Then, in silence, Amy slowly knelt down in front of him, again hiding the tears in her eyes, she knew he enjoyed seeing her that way, weak and scared, she didn't want to give him more of that.

Her trembling hands moved to his pants, nervously openning the belt, and then open his pants. She just hoped he would finish soon and could go back home away from this awful man.