“How the hell did you know that?” I ask.
She shrugs. “The guards talk and rumors spread. They love to gossip these guys. And I thought girls were bad. So, was everything okay?”
Should I tell her the whole story? It’s so wild I’m not sure she'd believe me. It’s like something out of a book or movie.
“Well, I was given the option of prisoner or housemate, so you can guess what I picked.”
The pity in her eyes clear. “Please be careful, Seb,” she says.
“I will. I can look after myself. I'm sure this obsession will fade in time. I'm just a fun new toy until he gets bored.”
She doesn't look convinced, but there is not a lot else I can say. “Come on, let's get out there,” I say, pulling her with me to start my shift. I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night.
I start making order after order. We are short staffed tonight, so I spend a lot more time than usual being waiter. I approach a rowdy table ofbusinessmen who look like they have had enough and will definitely need to be cut off after this. As I serve the drinks, a hand grabs my ass painfully. I look down and it’s one of the slimy fat guys at the table.
“Fucking hell boy, you should be on that stage with that ass…come on, how much for some fun?”
I’m about to grab his hand and at the same time I hear a smash and a yell. Dima has bent this guy’s hand and his fingers are now at an odd angle.Ouch.
“Never, and I mean never do you come into my club and touch my property, do you understand me, piggy?”
The guy has gone pale, has frozen in terror and his voice has lost all the arrogance from before.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Kozlov. I didn't know. It’s just a bit of fun.”
Dima grabs him again and pushes him headfirst over their table.
“Squeal for me,” Dima says.
The room has gone silent, everyone watching this interaction.
“W-what?” The guy is sweating now, and those fingers look painful.
“I said squeal. Squeal for me like the dirty pig you are and maybe I'll let you leave with all your fingers.”
The guy laughs nervously, unsure whether Dima is joking. I’m stunned as this plays out. I should be outraged, but watching Dima fuck this guy up is such a fucking turn on.
“You can't be serious,” the guy now known as piggy says, wincing as Dima grabs his little finger and pulls out a knife from his trouser pocket.
He places the blade under the knuckle of his little finger, holding his hand to the table. “One more chance, piggy, or this little piggy will be going home in a trash bag.”
He places just enough pressure to cut the skin. “Now…fucking squeal.” Dima’s voice has lowered to another level of danger. He sounds like a different person.
The sounds of squealing grab my attention as the guy does his best pig impression. I'm in total shock with what is happening but find myself holding back the laugh that wants to escape. Dima’s eyes find mine and I can't see anything but darkness in them. I want to kiss him so badly right now, not that I'd ever admit it.
He lets the guy go and he slumps onto the floor, shaking. “Good, piggy, now get the fuck out and don’t ever return. If you do, I’ll remove more than your fingers, understand?”
The guy nods quickly and he and his friends make a dash to the exit.
Dima turns to the crowd who is silently watching and waiting. “Shows over everyone, sorry for the inconvenience. I will buy everyone a drink on the house as an apology for disturbing your evening.”
A cheer and a few claps sound around us and the band resumes playing as if nothing happened.
I still haven't moved from my spot. Dima walks towards me and grabs my hand, pulling me through the club to the back office. He shuts the door behind him and traps me up against the wall with his body, panting over my mouth. He’s still holding the small knife and for a second, I imagine him holding it to my neck while forcing me to suck his cock.No idea where that came from, but it’s all I can think about. Dima notices me looking at the knife and brings it towards my face to show me.
“You liked that, didn't you? You enjoyed watching my inner beast come out to play. Don't think I didn't notice you getting hard when I got this knife out. Do you like it, beautiful?”
He glides the knife gently down my cheek and it feels so good. I close my eyes trying to get control of my body.
