“You will,” Egorov growls. “Now stand up and show Alexei what his master sent him to see.”
Master?I scowl, but otherwise don’t react. To the Serb who’s crowding me, I say, “Back up.”
He takes a step back, but goes no farther.
Natalia’s sky blue eyes flick to my face.
Egorov eases his grip, but orders her again to get up. She looks away, staring at a point on the far wall as she stands. Her head skims the top of the cage. She extends her arms, so her hands close around the rungs behind her.
The breasts are high and full with pink nipples. The waist is tiny. He instructs her to turn around, which she does. She’s got a high firm ass as well. The global divide is visible through the sheer pink fabric, but not her little pink asshole or pussy. To see those, he’d have to bend her forward. The thought of looking between her legs has me ragingly hard.
Her long legs are gorgeous too, and she’s got a small strawberry birthmark halfway down the right thigh. My urge to stroke that mark almost makes my hand try to get through the bars.
Egorov relocks the cage. “As you see, an excellent body. It’ll be a pleasure to use, especially when she’s broken in and behaves.”
She reaches behind her to cover her backside and looks over her shoulder at him. “I’m hungry.”
“You’ll eat later.” He looks at me and says in a sleazy conspiratorial tone, “Polasky and I are keeping that little belly flat until all the bidders have come to look.”
That’s unnecessary, which I’m sure he knows. Withholding food from her is a form of control. Just as barring fighters from having sex is a tactic to make them meaner in the ring.
“What’s the highest bid now?” I ask, going headlong down the dangerous path I’ve already chosen.
“Two hundred thousand,” Egorov responds. “But others are coming to look.”
“Hmm.” I turn away from the cage and go to the office door. I rap on it, but don’t wait for an answer. Instead I open it and find Polasky inside looking at computer spreadsheets.
“Alexei,” he says with a smile, standing to greet me.
I nod. “Whatever the highest bid is, my employer wants the chance to top it by five percent. When all the bids are in, send the number. You know ticket sales and bets will be higher if I’m fighting. The club will make more on every level if ours is the winning bid.”
Egorov crowds me in the doorway, trying to enter the discussion, but Polasky’s attention is on me.
“Yes, you’re right. The bets will be much better if you’re the fighter who faces Vlad, so tell your owner he’ll hear from me.” He flashes a smile. “It will be good to see you in the ring again, Alexei.”
“This is not what we agreed to,” Egorov growls.
Polasky shrugs. “Everyone will want to see Alexei fight again. It’s good business.”
Egorov’s icy stare turns to me. “No lingering damage in your head from the last fight? We thought there must be.”
“You’ll see tomorrow night.”
I move around him, giving him a piece of my shoulder as I do. Not surprisingly, he lets it pass.
Another glimpse of Natalia’s bare back and the strands of light brown hair hanging down it makes me want to slide a hand through the bars to touch her.
My hard-on has gotten uncomfortable, but I don’t reach down to adjust myself. Egorov doesn’t need to see my reaction to the club’s merchandise.
“I’m surprised that this girl’s in the kitten cage. How did Polasky get her to agree to it?”
“She’s learning to do what she’s told.” He tsks softly. “She could have been pampered and had pretty things to wear. Instead she does all the things she’s not supposed to. So now she’s being sold as a whore, and for the next month, that’s how she’ll be used. I look forward to winning her.”
Over my dead body.
CHAPTER3
Natalia
