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Vices ran rampant in a quiet city where otherwise you might not expect it. Regulations kept sex and gambling off of the open market, and even establishments that sold alcohol had a curfew set on them. Churches touched every corner of the city with magnificent architecture to match cathedrals of old. That didn’t stop people from sinning. Certainly didn’t stop anyone from seeking the little districts pocketed throughout that dealt in those most fantastical of sins. The money was too tantalizing to ignore, and the entertainment it provided kept people relatively out of trouble, so what was the harm in turning a blind eye to a few gray districts? Those that went to these sorts of zones and establishments understood that they would have to take care of themselves, that there were laws for each little place where the normal rules didn’t seem to matter, and that some locations were dangerous enough to avoid altogether unless you had a taste for the razor’s edge. Despite that danger, there was a sort of allure to these places that dressed themselves in beautiful finery but radiated sin. They had bright lights that came on during the night to pull eyes like moths to the flame, and sometimes were hidden in strange places that made you feel as if you were discovering something new and fantastic. All of that glitz and glam meant to pull you in while the fangs were waiting to snap shut. That being said, a bit of danger seemed like the perfect spice to add to a happy birthday.
The March Hare. A casino found beneath a tall building dealing in various common business practices. Head around the side of the mundane skyscraper and down a set of steps and you’d find a door that many swore only appeared at night. Even most gray area casinos operated above ground, posing as restaurants or other innocent venues. They simply provided games that adults could enjoy as well, with the added benefit of prizes. The March Hare could be considered a special case. It dealt in all vices and was tucked underground. Many simply thought that the casino had been built underground due to the nature of just how much they dealt in. Sex. Gambling. Alcohol. Drugs, and much more. Any vice you could think of could be found inside, and that fact attracted all sorts.
A group of chattering girls stood in front of the door to the casino. It bore no resemblance to the gray concrete surrounding it. Instead, it was a red oak door with a deep stained color. A brass knob awaited any of their touches, but they kept chattering amongst themselves while trying to figure out who exactly should open the door. One whispered about rumors and they all began to hush their voices and talk about what they had heard. Missing men and women who were simply deemed unfound. Investigations never yielding a thing. Card sharks that cheated, a proprietor who often seduced customers, and other rumors that were perhaps a bit more farfetched. Another girl commented on the odd nature of the door itself being there at night and at night alone. None of them could decide who would open the door until they all remembered they were there for a special occasion. With a group of silhouetted smiles, the craven hens pushed their guest of honor up to the front and encouraged the birthday girl to lead them into a new world.
Right now, the birthday girl was thinking of how great it would be to find herself back at home with less noise and less risk to her own life, and she was wondering how she had allowed herself to be pulled into this mess. She was a pale gal with one of her eyes a bright ruby red and the other a delightful sapphire. A dress adorned her body that had been picked out by a friend dyed and colored by midnight itself, with a slit down the middle that showed off a bit too much of her leg for her tastes. She had been told that it made her look attractive, but Pomni just felt silly wearing the thing. Though, when asked if she’d like to wear something else, she brushed aside the notion, mostly because she did think the dress was very pretty.
“C’mon c’mon!” Urged one silhouette in the group.
Another grabbed her shoulder and giggled, “Yeah, yeah! Let’s get in there and see if they have any cute guys to snack on.”
None of them seemed to grasp the idea that she wouldn’t want to be here, or well, maybe they did. They also thought that she needed to get out more and be more adventurous. Spending her birthdays alone and watching funny videos on repeat or movies just wasn’t very happy, and so they had decided to fix her situation. Except she didn’t want her situation to be fixed. She was happy at home watching cats doing things they shouldn’t do in silly videos, and horrifying movies where terrible things happened to people and not to her. You could even say that she prized the very notion of things not happening to her. To live in interesting times didn’t always mean to live in very safe or very fun times. It was interesting, for example, that so many people had gone missing in these types of places. Interesting indeed that there were so many incidents that just never got reported. All of these facts were certainly interesting, but that didn’t mean she wanted to be a part of those facts.
Just as her eyes were swirling, and she was thinking about how likely or not it would be that she’d be a statistic by the end of this night, a hand on her shoulder jostled her again causing her to huff and wave them away, “All right all right! I’ll open the door. Just…Give me a moment.”
Her opening up and saying something had silenced the general clamor around her. That both unnerved her and gave her the pause necessary to do what needed to be done. With a sigh, she reached over to grab hold of the doorknob. She twisted it slowly, and it didn’t make a sound as she pulled it open. Despite how excited her friends had seemed, all of them took their sweet time on stepping through the threshold. One by one they entered until Pomni was taken by the hand and pulled along by the last individual. Outside of the doorway, it had been hard to tell what was in front of them, but past the threshold everything began to clear up as the door shut behind them.
A small lobby area with soft carpets stood before them. There were two caged desks with clerks standing behind them while waving them on in. What caught her eye more, however, was the massive chamber just a few steps out of the lobby. A wide variety of glowing lights and pleasantries called the attention. Slot machines off to the side, with various patrons seated while their eyes were glued to the flashing displays. The casino floor was a mess of tables, many with various cards being dealt, and a few dedicated to games that Pomni couldn’t recognize. Doors off to the sides led to places she didn’t dare think about, and the patrons of the casino were all abuzz with excitement. Many of them wore masks, most had drinks in their hands, and she swore she saw a few patrons doing more than just sharing a sweet kiss near the walls.
At the farside of the casino floor, Pomni could spot a bar that some of her friends were already gravitating toward. She found herself, however, unable to move much as the sight of the underground casino had floored her. The lighting was dim with most of it coming from various focal points in the area like the machines and the tables, but what really had her standing there like a fool twiddling her thumbs were the employees wandering about. All of them were wearing outfits that could hardly be called apparel. Fishnets and latex. Long gloves and bunny ears for those without. She could spot a few actual hares among the employees as well. Pomni almost felt silly for being embarrassed at having her leg exposed when all of these people were just wandering around about to pop out of their clothes entirely.
What broke her out of the spell was the snap of fingers and a chuckle, “Welcome to The March Hare. Is there anything I can help you with?”
She blinked and realized that one of the employees had simply appeared. An almond-furred rabbit with dark curled hair and deep green eyes. Pomni opened her mouth to speak before she found her cheeks brightening. He was wearing very little and atop his head and between his lopped ears was a leather cap. When all she did was just stand there while gawking, he tilted his head and raised his hand. She thought that he’d snap again, but instead, he touched her cheek. That single touch sent some sort of electricity through her body, a jolt that woke her right up.
“Fine!” She coughed before adding, “I’m uh, okay. Just haven’t been here before and uh, my friends and I were just going to look for something to do.”
The hare hummed and tilted his head, “Your friends might have already wandered in. Curious hens attracted by all the sights no doubt whereas you stood like a deer in the headlights, poor thing.” He then took her hand gently and clapped his own in it while leaning in close to whisper, “A gift. For the birthday girl.”
When he took his hand away, she muttered while looking down at her open hand, “How did you know—” She stopped as she saw a collection of chips in her hands. Very expensive chips at that. Pomni wanted to deny the gift, but when she looked up, the hare was gone. Clutching the chips and holding them to her chest, she breathed out while heading toward the bar, “And now I’m going insane. Getting old is just so awesome.”
Drinks were brought out by a pair of bartenders who were dressed in as little as every other employee. Everything was extremely cheap and there was a deal where you bought one and got another one free as long as you brought the glass back. Getting even a bit tipsy while gambling didn’t seem like a recipe for success, but she didn’t want to bring the mood down. At the very least, she got something light and sweet for herself, a mixed drink with a bright color to it that reminded her of the eyes of the rabbit that had given her all those chips. Her friends seemed to notice those chips right as she took the first sip of her drink, and they all began to tease and taunt her, calling her a high roller before tugging on her arm. A few of the group strayed off to find their own fun, but it wasn’t long before she was dragged along to a table with her drink in hand and chips in her purse.
The table they settled on was something simple that even she knew about. Blackjack. Everyone knew the rules of blackjack, but still the dealer still listed the rules just in case. She listened while trying not to stare too intently at the woman behind the table. A patchwork living doll with one eye replaced by a button stood before her, but the missing eye wasn’t what caught her gaze. Rather, it was the doll’s apparel that caught her off guard. The doll wore black bunny ears atop her head that contrasted with her ruby locks. What really made her cheeks warm and her eyes flick from one place to the other was the rest of the outfit. Long gloves adorned her body, alongside tight leggings of some sort that went up to her thighs. And that was it. Her breasts were exposed and so was everything else.
Pomni tried to look up again only to see that the doll was leaning over with a little smile, hand on cheek as she chuckled, “You’re not really used to these kinds of places, are you?”
Her cheeks burned and her eyes searched around for an exit before she instead simply faced the doll and coughed, “Uh, not really but I mean, who would be? Unless this is the kind of thing you do all the time or I mean, I guess if you work at these sorts of places, of course you’re used to it.”
The doll leaned back and pulled a set of cards up in front of her. She then shuffled them in a calm and slow manner, cards flicking steadily onto one another before being cut apart and shuffled again. While she did this, the doll hummed, “Well, let’s make your first time a happy one. This place is all about feeling good and so you should be smiling from ear to ear. Of course, I’m allowed to abandon my post if you’d like some extra attention, but I think you’d just like to play a game for now, right?”
It took her a bit before she realized what the doll was talking about and she put her hands up while squeaking, “Oh! I don’t even know your name. Wait, is that weird here? Or is that the norm?”
As the doll set the deck down and dealt the cards, she smiled and said calmly, “Call me Ragatha. Now, let’s have a good time.”
Pomni tried to keep her composure by focusing on her drink, and the cards laid out before her. She wasn’t really good at this sort of thing, but she at least knew the rules, so it shouldn’t be so bad. On her first attempt; she got close to winning but got a bit greedy. Part of her thought about giving up right away but she really had been close. Another try, and she somehow managed to get a win. A meager bet, but she was back to being even. Things began to go well for her after that. She started winning much more than she was losing and at some point; she noticed her drink had been drained. How had that happened? Thankfully, it had been a light drink but she was already feeling something tickling at the back of her head. As Ragatha dealt her in for another game, a waiter came by with a drink that he said was complementary and that all drinks would be put on a birthday tab. She took the drink and kept going for a while at the table encouraged by the kind dealer with a warm smile.
Halfway into her drink she noticed that she was entirely alone. She peered around a bit before turning toward Ragatha, who answered her quiet curiosity, “Some of your little friends went off to the slots, a few others to the shine of the bar, and plenty of them found some private rooms. I can either offer you a few more sets, or a private room for ourselves. All depends on what you want.”
She looked at Ragatha and found herself oddly captivated. Maybe it was that gentle encouragement, or maybe it was the outfit playing with her head. Either way, she looked away and breathed out, “Uh, no. I think I should find my friends.”
Ragatha shrugged before picking up the cards, shuffling them nice and slow while beaming, “All right. Careful not to get lost in the atmosphere.”
Lost in the atmosphere? What a weird thing to say. Well, most things in this place were odd to her, but that was because she wasn’t used to just seeing sex being sold so brazenly. There also seemed to be something about the general mood of the place that was making her feel foggy. Her attention went from the various carnal sights to the glowing machines beckoning her closer and the tables with their tantalizing dealers all dressed with the most carnal appeal in mind. The alcohol running through her system was lowering her inhibitions and she was acutely aware of that, acutely aware that she should take her winnings and go before she made a mistake. However, it is hard to say no to just a little bit more once you’ve had a taste of something so alluring. She had been lucky with Ragatha’s table and now her purse was heavy with chips. Her friends were nowhere in sight and that should have concerned her, but instead, she clutched onto her drink and decided to find a new table.
There were dealers setting cards down for multiple players, dealers that tossed dice, and a few that dealt with roulettes and other odd games that she had never seen before. Each time she walked past one of these attractions, the dealers would look at her with a friendly smile that she tried to match with one of her own. Pomni was getting adjusted to the sight of near-nude individuals but her cheeks still flushed with color at the sight, and especially when she saw a couple locking lips and losing clothes rather quickly. The crowded tables were a bit too loud for her taste, and so she found herself heading toward the back further and further until she found a table with no one at it. Another blackjack table from the looks of it. Behind it stood a rabbit with purple fur dressed more modestly than some, but still with a unique sensuality to the outfit. Long gloves of black like Ragatha, but he also wore a leotard of some sort with a turtleneck. The tight apparel slid down into long pants that seemed to hug his frame and yet desperately wanted to fall. In his hands held a set of cards that he flicked between his hands rapidly, shuffling at a pace that made a rapid sound in the air. When she stopped by the table, the rabbit stopped shuffling the cards.
He fixed her with a big grin while letting the cards fan out, “Well, well. This shift was turning out to be a real drag but now I think I’ll be plenty entertained. So, beautiful, want me to deal you in?”
Beautiful? Must have been something he had to say to every customer that went his way. Instead of answering, she watched as he folded the cards back together before squeezing his hand around the deck. When he opened his fingers, the cards were gone. She blinked and found herself thinking that it would be best not to play with a dealer like that. At the same time, she felt an unnerving amount of confidence spurring her forward. Pomni set her drink on the table before reaching into her purse. Carefully, she set down a few chips and looked up at the strange rabbit with a little smile.
“A lady of few words but big blushes from what I saw. Not gonna blush for me? Man, guess I gotta slut it up a bit more or something. Maybe even get my balls out, but the manager says I look better when there’s something to peel.” Sighed the rabbit. When she did blush, when she did squirm just a bit, he grinned again and leaned in to offer his hand, “Jax, by the way.”
Oddly polite, but there was no reason to spurn his hand and so she reached over to take it, “Pomni.”
He brought her hand to his mouth to plant a kiss atop of it, and while her cheeks burned and her eyes began to swirl, he muttered, “Pleasure to meet my latest catch.”
She pulled her hand away and avoided his gaze as best as she could while breathing out, “Paying for that kind of thing isn’t on the table for me and I mean, I’m not here for that. Just here to play a bit and then go home.”
Jax leaned all the way back and turned his hands a few times, and suddenly, he was holding a deck of cards while humming, “All right, then let’s play!”
Finally, no more flirting. At the very least, not with his words. His eyes were still playing tricks on her when she looked at him. It seemed as if he were looking through her dress, as if she were even more exposed than some of the employees. She looked down at the table and saw that he had already dealt the cards. It gave her something else to look at but she couldn’t stop the little itch that told her she was being watched by this strange rabbit. Pomni breathed out and took a deep pull of her drink before setting it down to play with this new dealer.
The first game she had hit a miraculous twenty-one, but then after that, she started to lose. Her first loss Jax had folded all the cards together afterward, shuffling them once again, and as he did this he sighed, “Tough luck. Maybe if you bet a bit more this time, you’ll get some better cards. Of course, I could always turn things in your favor if you show me more of that leg.”
She frowned and tried to shift her dress in a way that would cover her leg completely before Pomni slapped down another set of chips while huffing, “Shut up and deal.”
Jax grinned and obliged; thankfully without any more lip. He dealt the cards and did his job dutifully until she won or lost. The first time she had won, he hadn’t said anything, but now he had a word for every little action she took. Even when she was just deciding whether she wanted to hit or to hold, he’d make some sort of stupid comment. Worst of all, however, was the fact that many of these comments were making her cheeks grow warm, making her head swim in weird ways that were not entirely due to the alcohol that she had been draining. Every word that came out of his mouth was another spark of irritation, another bit of flustered embarrassment, but it wasn’t enough to drive her away. Instead, she found herself wanting to shut him up by winning as much as possible. She wasn’t just betting small chips anymore. Pomni found herself throwing down whatever she pulled out of her purse and wasn’t holding back on it either.
“A high roller? Gonna fall on your face if you keep on betting like that.” He said with a big smile before wagging his finger at her, “Are you even old enough to be drinking? You’re kinda tiny, aren’t yah?”
She scoffed, “Bet I’m older than you and your stupid schoolyard taunts. Don’t you tell me what to do with my money.”
Jax held his hands out and whistled, “Well damn, looks like the little lady has some fangs. Wouldn’t want to get bit by those, so I think I’ll be a good boy and just deal you in again but uh, you sure you got the chips to come back? Might wanna check just in case.”
It was true. Pomni was burning through her chips and when she checked her purse; she saw she had nothing else in there. Only what was on the table was left and she looked at it with a little frown before clearing her throat, “Well, I guess this’ll be my last game.”
His grin grew sharper as if he had fangs and his eyes seemed to sparkle as he regarded her and said while leaning over the table, “Y’know, I could give you back half the chips you won in one go. Here’s the deal. You get closer to twenty-one, or get a tie with me, and you win. I win and you’re mine until tomorrow.”
Half the chips she won in one go. She hadn’t paid for those chips and turning them in for money would probably get her a lot. All she had to do was either win, or get an equal number. Usually a tie meant the house won, but it seemed like the odds were in her favor. She looked at that stupid grin, remembered his taunts and his teases and she returned his expression with a deep frown. He was absolutely trying to play her, absolutely trying to get her to do something that she’d regret. If he won then who knows what he might do to her, but she wasn’t exactly thinking straight right now. Irritation and lowered inhibitions were pushing her to the wrong decision bit by bit until she finally reached it.
“Deal.” She said simply.
Of course, it wouldn’t be that easy but she had hold on to the hope that she might win. That being said, she felt regret almost as soon as she had agreed to it. Her confident expression and dire frown began to melt and twist into a disgruntled look as she felt the weight of her stupidity coiling around her neck. Jax, on the other hand, was simply chuckling as he dealt her in. When it was all said and done, she had nineteen. She could get another card, or she could just wait. She had to stand, and so she did. It was the sensible thing to do after she had done something so stupid but maybe she should have taken the risk. Jax revealed his other card and brought his hand over it to present it to her. Two kings. Twenty. Panic touched her expression as she opened her mouth with an argument at the tip of her tongue, but one good look at Jax told her that she had been caught entirely. There was no way that he could force her into this, right?
“Looks like you lose. Too bad, so sad.” Jax sighed before he winked at her, “Now, let’s get ourselves a private room. I promise I won’t be gentle and you’ll probably enjoy it.”
Her cheeks were burning as she heard his words, and her heart began to beat a bit faster. Was she getting excited about losing? Wait. It was just a bit of sex. He was staring her down and grinning, but he wasn’t coming around to grab her. She probably could get out of this if she asked. At the same time, did she want to get out of it? Sex was something sold here, and she realized that she was about to get that pretty much for free. Was he attractive? Begrudgingly, yes. He also seemed to be able to drive her mad in various ways, and maybe she could find a way to enjoy that. She’d never admit to that, probably never wanted to admit to that considering the stupid grin on his face but there was something alluring about it. All of her friends had probably disappeared to quiet rooms to enjoy themselves, and she could almost hear them telling her to give it a go. It was either their voices, or the alcohol giving her a bit too much confidence in this stranger’s advances. Finally, he stepped around the table and she could see his intent. A heavy bulge pitching a tent in what he was wearing. She looked at it with wide eyes before she felt his touch at her wrist, before she found herself at the point of no return. If he’d pull her along, if he suggested by his touch that she could not get away, then what could she do? Of course she had to go with him.
She gulped slowly and looked up at him with a frown while trying to hide her tentative excitement, “Fine. I guess I did make a deal.”
“Smart idea, smart idea. You basically hit double or nothing, and that means you owe an equivalent amount of chips.” He said with a big smile.
The blood drained from her face and her shoulders dropped as she coughed, “What?”
Jax’s eyes seemed to carry such joy in them as he snickered and leaned down while grabbing her chin to waggle it from side to side slowly, “Yeah! That type of sex deal doesn’t usually happen around here. A double or nothing, though? That happens. You basically doubled up on your bet and then some so you could recoup your losses, but man oh man, you lost out hard little lady. Real hard.”
That threw her idea out the window that she could back out of this so easily but wait, if she had lost so much then how was he going to get her out of it? Once the question was in her head, she had to ask aloud, “And how is sleeping with you going to get me out of that?”
Jax leaned back to tap his cheek while clucking his tongue, “Huh. That’s a very good question. How about you follow me and we can work it all out? Sound good to you?”
Pomni frowned and looked from left to right before muttering, “I guess.”
“Perfect!” Jax said while clapping his hands, “Now c’mon and let’s take a trip to one of those private rooms. Feel free to take your drink, although, maybe you shouldn’t be drinking while gambling.”
Her frown deepened as he turned tail to start walking. It was better to say that he was sauntering or maybe even swaggering away at the moment. When he stopped to look over his shoulder at her, he did so just to wink before moving on his way. Even if she didn’t want to follow him, even if she somehow didn’t have any excitement for the prospect of letting him rail her, the fact that she was trapped now brought panic to the surface. At the same time, the collar tightening around her neck created by this situation only seemed to draw her further in. Something was seriously wrong with her if she was being turned on by this asshole scamming her. Breathing out, she placed a hand on her chest to steady herself before following Jax. Her drink could stay on the table and burn a hole through it for all she cared.
The rooms were tucked away beyond the slots, at least, the ones that Jax led her to. A door with a pink light above it marked the way, and he did not hesitate to open up before standing there with a big smile. A gentleman holding the door for his lady. It was almost funny enough to make her laugh, but she instead refused to look in his direction and kept a hard expression as she stepped through the door. What came next was a hallway with plush carpeting and several doors. Jax picked out one without a little sign hanging off the doorknob before he placed one on and opened it for her while motioning for her to come on in.
“Our room awaits, beautiful. Shower, minibar, and a bed big enough for three or four.” He said while bowing toward her.
Pomni rolled her eyes before heading through the threshold. She refused to answer him, but had to pause for a second once she stepped through the doorway. The room was much bigger than she had been expecting. A minibar sat off to the side that looked more like a kitchenette and everything else Jax had mentioned. The bed was at the far-end and sitting in front of a screen mounted on a wall. Another door led to what she expected was the bathroom, and she couldn’t help but peek inside. White tiles, a large bathtub, and a shower. When she shut the door to the bathroom and turned around, she saw that he had already begun getting out of his clothes. He was tossing aside his bottoms, leaving him in only that turtleneck leotard, his gloved digits held to the light as he smiled and glanced over to her with one eye.
“Gloves on or off?” He asked her with that same sly look.
His question broke her free of the spell cast by the sight of his body being revealed to her bit by bit, her cheeks burning and her eyes peering away while she muttered, “Doesn’t matter.”
It really didn’t. She just wanted to know how to get out of that financial bind but Jax simply sighed, “Have it your way. Guess the claws are comin’ out to play.”
The long gloves were taken off bit by bit and she had to cross her arms at that, had to try and get some sort of win over him as she blew a lock of hair out of her face, “Claws? I don’t think I have to worry about that, considering you’re just a bunny.”
“A bunny.” He said as one glove slipped off, “Who took you for a ride and got you in some deep trouble.” And the shadow he cast seemed to grow while the other glove came off and it was revealed that he did have a set of claws. Not too large, but enough to be seen. He then hummed, “A bunny with plenty of bite who has his eyes set on you. Right, so you wanted to work things out, you wanted a way out of your own mistake, but I don’t really know if I can help you with that.”
Ignoring the claws, ignoring his body as best as she could as he began to slip free of the confines of the rest of his outfit; Pomni breathed out, “You can have your fun, you can do whatever you want but doing this gets rid of my debt, right? All that teasing about anything else happening is just a joke. It has to be.”
Jax walked over to the bed before taking a seat on the edge, one leg crossing the other to keep himself covered. Her eyes had been searching for answers in his eyes, so she hadn’t gotten the opportunity to look at his cock. The opportunity? As if she should be thinking about it as some sort of privilege. She was annoyed at her own dismay at having not seen the full extent of his body. Even if it was a tiny feeling hiding somewhere in her body, she should never have to contend with it possibly coming up to the surface. Pomni needed to focus on getting out of this but when she saw the gaze he was giving her, she felt all her hopes shatter one by one on the floor.
The rabbit steepled his hands and tilted his head with his cheek set atop of them while he hummed, “Well, let’s face the facts. You’re in some deep debt and I’m the only one that can help you. Being totally honest right now; I could put in a good word and all that debt would go away.” He then opened his legs and leaned back, hands on the bed as his growing arousal flicked into the air, “But you gotta make it worth my time. A good enough time that I’ll want to say some sweet things to the hare in charge.”
Arguing didn’t seem like the right idea. Everything he had said had solidified the growing weight around her neck. She walked toward him as if she were being pulled on a leash, her eyes darting away from his shaft before going back to that growing thing. He wasn’t even fully erect, and yet, she could see that it was already at a size that she wasn’t accustomed to. Maybe it was better to say that she wasn’t accustomed to any sort of size. She hadn’t been with a man in a long time and she hadn’t expected to let loose like this tonight. Her friends had convinced her to go here just to gamble a little, drink and pal around, but they hadn’t been anywhere to be seen. Had they also found themselves in a bit of trouble? Or were they living life dangerously and locking lips with various employees from the casino? Regardless, she knew what she needed to do to make this better. At least, to hopefully make this better.
Pomni got down on her knees and Jax brought a foot up to plant on her shoulder causing her to wince as she huffed, “Do you mind?”
“Not at all. Go ahead and get to work at your own leisure.” He said while snickering.
“Ass.” She said under her breath before she got started.
One of her hands drifted to the base of his shaft to grasp onto it. The heat was more intense than she had expected. She was kind of hoping that he would have been small, or at least a size that she could easily handle without feeling so damn intimidated. No sense in delaying it. Up and down, she began to move her hand over his cock, letting it glide to the tip before coming back to the base. She started slow and then tightened her grip to go a bit faster. While part of her found this rabbit attractive, more of her now found him annoying. She didn’t want to blush from the sight of his cock, from the feeling of his shaft twitching in her hand, but she was. Her cheeks were red and her heart had begun to beat a bit faster with motes of excitement mixed between the concern and trepidation. The pulse of his shaft could almost be considered a meter for the rhythm of his heart, for the lust and hunger that he held for her. That symbol of lust in her hand had finally grown to full height as well, and she tried not to think about it being inside of her.
A mix of emotions crashed against her mind. She had tried to keep the thought of his body pressed to hers out and away, but that attempt to abstain had only made her acutely aware of it. Even if she was thinking about it, even if her thoughts began to twist and writhe with phantoms of his hands holding her down while he went wild. What she was doing right now would not be enough. How stupid could she be? Just her hand? She should have had her lips on the tip of his cock, had her mouth at the base of his dick getting ready to worship his balls, but instead, she had decided that just her hand would suffice. No, she knew better than that. She knew that her hand wasn’t going to be good enough. Giving into him of her own volition seemed dangerous, and perhaps then she thought it would be better to let him draw her further into his trap. It would give her the perfect excuse to fall for his touch.
She thought that he’d say it wasn’t enough, thought that he would say that she should try harder. Pomni could even imagine the fingers through her hair looping and locking in before they pulled, before she was forced to look at him as he told her exactly what to do. Instead, when she looked up to take a glance at his expression, he was simply smirking. He didn’t seem annoyed. Didn’t seem impatient either. Jax just looked amused. Her hand paused for a second as she tried to think about what sort of game he was playing. It couldn’t hurt to ask, could it?
“Is this, uh, fine?” Pomni asked quietly.
Jax shrugged, “It’ll get me off eventually and it’ll feel okay. Will it feel great? Will I be wowed by your performance? That I’m not sure of.”
Pomni almost felt insulted by his words, even though she recognized them as another trap. He wasn’t going to ask for it, which meant she had to perform well on her own merits, and that could mean that he wouldn’t talk fondly of her to his boss. She could come up with the quiet things behind his words even without having to press for more information. All she had to do was look at his growing smirk, his grin that flashed fangs down at her letting her know that she was trapped like prey. More aptly, she had been made a fool. Performing for him would be her first act as a court jester. With a little frown and a tired grumble, she thought to herself that at least if she performed well, whatever King ran these halls would let her go without qualms.
She closed her eyes and kissed the head of his cock softly before moving around to the side. As she did this, he placed a hand on her head while breathing out, “That’s it. You’re getting it now.”
Her lips and tongue graced every inch of his shaft, the heat of his member staining her mouth as she kept on working until she got to his balls. Was she even doing this right? She wasn’t sure, but she sure hoped she was doing a good job. Not because she wanted to please him, but because she needed to do this. She was being coerced. That was the case, right? So then, why when she heard him let out a little sigh of delight did she feel a spark travel down her spine? She cupped his balls, and he moved forward to give her a better angle as she let her tongue drag over the surface. Again she heard him sigh, a curse joining that breath that curled around her cheek and brought her attention up to see his widening grin tinged with lust and delight.
When each of his balls had been licked and kissed until they were glazed with her spit, she moved her attention back up to the tip of his cock. She sealed her lips over the head, eyes shut as she prepared herself for something stupid. Down she went to take an inch of his cock into her mouth. That was easy enough. She hadn’t ever sucked someone’s dick before but she’d seen enough porn to know what to do, and had done enough stupid party tricks with bananas to not choke. Well, maybe. Pomni dragged her head down bit by bit, feeling rather confident in her abilities until she reached a point where she gagged and had to stop. She shook as the feeling rocked her body, as the sensation of her stopping point reminded her of her inexperience. What’s worse is that she heard Jax chuckling. Not a bit of concern in his tone. Fucking asshole.
Frustrated, she dipped down again and found that her limits were a bit flexible. Not much, but she could keep on pushing if she tried. What helped was whenever she gagged, she heard him chuckling again. Taking his cock into her maw became more of a competition now instead of a performance. She dragged her head down further and further, her body fighting her every step of the way until she finally had to pull off with a gasp and a cough.
“Fuck! Stupid fat fucking dick!” She said, while coughing and turning away.
Jax laughed, “Yeesh! You are really trying your hardest there!” When she was about to finally snap, he leaned down to touch her chin gently and whisper, “Want some advice?”
She blinked and found herself resting her chin against his soft touch as she muttered, “Yes.”
“C’mon, you can ask me better than that, can’t you?” He said with a wink.
Frowning, she rolled her eyes and asked aloud, “Please sir, can you teach me how to suck a dick without choking like an idiot.”
Jax finally lowered his foot from her shoulder before giving her head a gentle pat. A similar touch to one that you’d give a pitiable but adorable animal. It pissed her off to no end, but she kept her mouth shut, and found herself growing warm again as he stroked her cheek gently as he finally began to speak.
“Right, so what you wanna do is get your lips on my dick, right? Going down too fast is just gonna hurt both of us. So, take it easy. Head down to your limit and breathe through your nose if you need to. Then come back up before trying again. Keep doin’ that and take your time.” He then moved his hand on her cheek back to her hair to tug her along into place with her lips at the tip of his shaft as he muttered, “Now, open wide and give it your best shot.”
Pomni had tried giving her best shot before and it had been a mess. Still, she couldn’t exactly say no right now and she had asked for instruction. She closed her eyes and breathed in and out steadily before she got to it. Her lips wrapped around the tip of the shaft and she started to take him into her mouth inch by inch. Pomni took it slow instead of rushing. Going slow made her acknowledge the pressure in her mouth, acknowledge the pulsing heat that throbbed with his desire. That warmth sent a fluttering through her heart, sent a strange fog through her mind as she tried her hardest not to think about what she was doing. When she hit her limit, she paused and stayed there for a bit. No gagging this time. No sputtering, but a bit more drool slipped down the rest of his member as she brought her head back up before going down again.
“Good girl.” He let out with a breath and a tone that caught her off guard.
She took a chance to look up and saw that his eyes were narrowed a bit, a smile still on his face but there was something different about that expression. Pomni shuddered beneath the glow of his gaze and it was while her eyes were peering up at him that she noticed an odd symbol on his chest she hadn’t seen before. A green spade of some sort tangled with leafless vines all curling around the edges. As soon as she blinked, the symbol seemed to fade away but she didn’t have long to think about what she had just seen.
Both of his hands were at the back of her head and he pulled her down over his shaft hard enough to make her gag. She shuddered and placed her hand on his thighs wondering whether she should slap him for doing that without warning or not, but it wasn’t as if she could do much against it. He pulled her head up nice and slow before repeating the motion, keeping her head down while she struggled to draw breath through her nose. At some point, she found it too difficult to handle and she thought that he was going to give her mercy when he brought her up again. She then uttered a muffled whine as he yanked her all the way down. To her surprise, Pomni found herself nose to crotch. Pomni would have felt triumphant if it weren’t for the fact that she had some asshole’s dick in her throat.
Jax kept on holding her down with one hand, the other stroking her cheek gently as he breathed out, “That’s it. Stay there for a bit. Good girl.”
Shit. Shit. Shit. Why did that make her feel so weird? Her legs were even pressed together now and she had somehow found the breath to keep herself steady while he held her face down against his crotch. Jax didn’t let go of her head. Instead, he pulled her up bit by bit until her lips slipped off of the tip of his cock. When she got off, she coughed a few times and took in a few deep breaths before she looked up to give him a bit of her mind. Her intentions were somewhere around irritation and a lecture about warnings. She thought about telling him how much of an ass he was for holding her down like that, but she stopped as her lips were parting.
Both of his hands were on her cheeks, and as he drew her up and leaned down at the same time, Jax chuckled, “Good work but I don’t think that’ll be enough. In fact, I’m not really sure what will be enough. I got all of this pretty little thing’s body to my lonesome, and you don’t own me. You haven’t bought my time. Nah, this is my time.”
Whatever he meant, maybe she’d never really understand, but what happened next shattered any curiosity in her mind among other things. His lips connected to hers for a kiss far more tender than she had been expecting. He started with her bottom lip. A little peck that sent ripples through her body before he locked their mouths together. Softer than she had expected. Tender and malleable in a way that she wouldn’t have believed. She had thought that if he would have kissed her, it would have been much rougher than this. His lips pushed against her own, pressed and pressed more and more until she found herself taking in a breath on instinct. He used that opportunity to dip his tongue inside to graze it along hers. At this point, she was letting him do whatever he wanted without any answer of her own. Her hands were twitching, her fingers curling inward before coming out as she reached to clasp onto his face. Comfort. Beautiful comfort encouraged her to dip closer to the warmth that he gave her.
Pomni’s tongue trailed along his as she tilted her head to dip deep into the kiss. This was something that she had done before, something she knew how to handle, but at the same time, it wasn’t. A familiar action, but with an unfamiliar feeling. Surprise. Softness and tenderness in spades that had her heart fluttering. It made her mind melt bit by bit while she tried to process the swing from rough and taunting, to loving and tender. She got the answer to her curiosity soon enough as he pushed further, as he drew her up just a bit more to deepen the kiss. He pulled back to let them catch their breath while chests were rising and falling rapidly before he leaned in to take her lips again. Again with the bottom lip, but this time he nipped and tugged before letting go to lock their lips in a firm kiss that would have jolted her back if it weren’t for his touch at her cheeks. Hungry. Longing. He was entirely in control, and she was seeing more of his desire. The facade of a trickster was breaking away into something more animalistic. Would he show her that side of him when he was balls deep inside of her? And why did she find herself so excited by that fact?
When he pulled his lips away, a clear line made of their connection remained, starting at her lip and ending at his tongue. It cut away when he closed his mouth before blowing out, “Now, let’s get you outta that dress. It’d be a damn shame to ruin such a pretty thing when I’m already gonna ruin you.”
The word ruin echoed in her mind, and it took her a bit before she was able to stand up. Pomni took a step back as he rose to grab onto her hip with one hand. He moved around toward her back, and she could not help but shiver as his fingers pressed through the material of her dress. There were claws there that she could only feel as tiny things pressing against her skin, but dull thanks to the cover of her dress. Both of his hands moved to the hem of her dress as he kissed her neck, and she breathed out as he began to strip her bit by bit.
One set of his digits moved to pull the zipper of her dress that started at the back of her neck, and the other began to tug the dress up to expose her skin to the air. Pomni kept her eyes shut as she felt herself being disrobed, as she felt the layers of protection of her body being peeled away. The anger from before. The frustration and confusion she had felt had completely vanished. All it had taken was a sweet kiss and now she was perfectly fine with this jerk stripping her down. When she opened her eyes, she was standing there in only her underwear and bra. The bra came off with a snap that caught her off guard, her hands coming up by instinct to cover her breasts.
Her wrists were seized faster than she expected, and her chest was suddenly exposed. Jax leaned over her shoulder and whistled while his eyes were taking in the new sights, “Bigger than I expected.”
Pomni whined as cool air touched her bare chest and shivered when he took a hand away from one of her wrists to grab onto a single breast to toy with them. The size of her breasts wasn’t anything impressive to her, but maybe he was expecting something smaller? Regardless, he squeezed and kneaded her chest while pale softness spilled from between his fingers. He pinched a dark nipple between his digits, her legs locking and a little sigh slipping from her lips. Jax chuckled at that noise and she had half a mind to tell him to shut up. She didn’t and mostly for the same reason she had made that noise. It wasn’t that she had a sensitive chest. Instead, it felt like her entire body was weak to his touch. Anywhere his fingers trailed, she found herself reacting to in severe ways. Twitching away and cringing, electric sensations trailing through her body. Finally, he took his claws and pressed them to her abdomen, her eyes growing wide as she felt that sharpness trail down to her crotch. The marks he left behind faded away while his claws kept on going, but she had to wonder if he could dig a bit deeper and leave a more permanent scar. A horrible reminder of what he would be doing to her, and one that would ensure that she would not forget about this meeting so soon. Why did that interest her? Just as she tried to shake the thought of his claws cutting into her out of his mind, he took his claws off of her. He stopped using his claws as he got to her crotch, focusing instead on letting his digits swirl around that spot before slipping down and under to slide along her most sensitive spot.
As he looped an arm around her waist, as she groaned and shut her eyes to try and pretend this didn’t feel so good, Jax whispered, “Soon as you bend over, I’m gonna take you nice and raw.”
She opened her eyes wide and turned her head to see that he was looking down at her with a big grin. When she opened her mouth to say something, all she managed to blurt out was a moan as he dipped two fingers inside of her cunt. At the very least, Pomni could whine, “Jerk!”
All he did was chuckle while he swirled his digits inside of her. He twisted and pushed before digging in deeper. Jax would stop only to spread his digits, only to make sure she got adjusted to his touch before going in deeper. The heat and static building up in her mind took a violent turn as he started to finger her. The grinding of her inner walls added a wild pressure that threw her thoughts to the side and made it nearly impossible to focus. She could at least prevent herself from doubling over, could at least prevent him from having the pleasure of dominating her so easily, and yet, Pomni knew that wouldn’t last long. Her legs were shaking, her eyes were shut tight as she tried her hardest not to moan or make any sign that she was enjoying herself. When he dug his fingers in with a sharp and sudden motion, that was it. She couldn’t win against that. Pomni found herself tipping forward, but the arm around her waist yanked her back up.
She blinked and thought about asking what he was doing before she suddenly felt his fingers start to dart in and out of her cunt rapidly. Pomni groaned aloud and shivered, her back pressed to his chest, his lips at her neck as he uttered little chuckles that toyed with her mind in the worst ways. He wouldn’t let her go, wouldn’t let her bend over to end this game. Instead, he sped up, pushed in deeper and rolled his digits around to grind against her inner walls before he suddenly stopped. He then pulled his fingers out, pushing them back in to take it nice and slow before speeding up again. This inane pace was torturing her! Fast or slow, one or the other, but both? She wasn’t sure how to react, couldn’t get adjusted to his pace, and she was already prepared to give up! Pomni wanted to just bend over and let the covers of the bed swallow her while Jax did whatever he wanted, but right now; right now she was his little toy.
It was like she was being used for his enrichment, his mental stim toy, and the more she wriggled, the more he seemed to chuckle and even laugh. His laughter was a burning mark of embarrassment at the back of her head. She’d elbow him if it weren’t for the fact that his fingers were knuckle deep inside of her cunt. Every movement he made pushed her closer and closer toward that sweet spot but it almost felt wrong with how she was being dragged into it. He didn’t just keep fingering her either. If it were just that then maybe she could hunker down and grit her teeth but his mouth was at her ear and neck, his lips adding little sensations alongside the chuckles and laughter that plagued her. The more intense that pressure in her gut grew, the more she found herself sweating, the more her body shook as she stopped squirming and instead focused on moaning. Heat plagued her every thought, and she almost wanted to beg for him to continue, but she’d be damned if she would ever do such a thing. Instead, she’d hold out as best as she could while trying her hardest to at least hold in her moans. Pomni was already failing at that, but she didn’t want to give this smug bastard the satisfaction of hearing her; even though she was already moaning. She could at least pretend that she was being defiant.
Those sweet little lies she was whispering to herself in the hopes that she’d be able to hold out, in the hopes that she could hold on to some sort of control of the situation, fizzled as she felt her climax punch into her. Pomni winced and her entire body tensed, her insides gushing around Jax’s fingers. A blast of pleasure struck the back of her mind, but at the same time, she was being rubbed raw. Jax knew he had pushed her over the edge and his fingers were doing doubletime inside of her. Twisting and digging in, locking against her insides before pulling out only to repeat the motions. He bit down on her neck at the same time causing her to gasp, her leg drawn up and her toes curled while she tried to push back against Jax hoping that he would give her some room or at least give her some mercy.
Jax pulled his fingers out when she was hanging her head and panting, and at the same time, he let her go. She fell forward and onto the bed. The shock of being suddenly let go brought her out of her flustered stupor and she managed to stammer while turning her head, “Watch it! What if I hit my head or something! Stupid—”
She stopped as he grabbed her hips to get her onto his side, as he slapped his cock onto her rear before moving it into position. When she didn’t continue, he said with a small smile, “Yeah, got things to say? I can wait.”
Her eyes kept on staring at the massive heat resting on her rear and thigh. No. She couldn’t just stare, and so she narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth to snap at him, “Would it kill you to be more gentle with me?”
He frowned for a second, rubbed his chin with one hand while taking hold of his cock with the other as he clucked his tongue, “Y’know? I think it would.”
Before the curse could slip from her lips, the hand on his chin came down onto her thigh with a loud swat, fingers lifting before coming down again onto her rear this time causing her to yelp. Again she felt indignation rising, but whatever ferocity she felt began to crumple as he began to prod her warmth with the tip of his shaft. He poked and pushed, pressed until he got into the shallows of her cunt. At least, at the very least; Jax was taking it nice and slow right now. She breathed out and tried to let herself get used to the feeling of his throbbing member spreading her. It felt nice when he was going like this. Her insides were already wet enough, and certainly stretched enough to let him dip in. Just as her shoulders began to relax, and as she thought of even thanking him for taking a more gentle pace with her, he gave her a single thrust that knocked the wind out of her lungs.
Half of that massive thing inside of her, half of that throbbing shaft grinding against her inner walls while he leaned over her to plant his hands on the bed and utter a quiet, “Fuck yeah.”
There were no more chuckles now, no more laughter now as he began to pound inside of her. Pomni gasped, her eyes full of stars as she tried her best to tell him to slow down. She pressed her ankles together hard, her toes curling as she groaned again and again while getting her insides railed. It didn’t hurt so much as it simply had shocked her. The sudden pressure and change in motion caused her to shake violently. Whatever words she had to say fell apart every time she opened her mouth, her lips eventually turning into a scowl as she winced and looked up at Jax. The rabbit was going wild, his eyes shut and his mouth held in a firm line with a bit of drool falling from her lips. Was he about to growl or something? Going feral like an idiot. A fucking hot idiot that was making her feel so damn good right now.
The sudden pressure had been shocking, had even been a bit frightening, but once the initial shock had left her, she found herself moaning without regard for her own pride. She wanted more, she needed more, and she partially hated that she loved it so much. His wild thrusts were jolting her forward bit by bit but he kept on following her while he thrust until he was on his knees on the bed, his hands coming down to keep her in place. A curse escaped her lips as he gripped onto her chest with one hand, the touch a bit too firm. His other hand was at her thigh keeping her legs pressed together. At the same time, he leaned down, and she almost thought that he was aiming to kiss her mouth again. She would welcome the comfort, welcome the loving embrace of lip to lip right now while her mind was so damn addled from the lust being pushed into her. She had even forgotten about her debt, however; he did not kiss her. His mouth bit down on her neck as he turned his head and she let out a yelp as she felt his fangs digging in. Pomni would have thought that his teeth would be a bit more dull, but they were like little daggers digging in bit by bit but never to the point where the skin broke. While she had wanted that kiss, while she had needed that comfort, she found herself slipping closer again to the edge.
That feral touch at her neck dragged her deeper into heat and pleasure, dragged her deeper into a sort of primal mode where all that mattered was the pleasure. The alcohol was no longer a factor. That rough pounding had made sure of it, and what he was doing now was making sure that she was fully aware. His hands moved in various ways to press sensation onto her, to force her to feel so many things. Claws dragging along her sides and then to the back before digging in, fangs moving to her ears to nip the lower lobe while the heat of his breath trailed down her neck. Grasp moving to her ankles as if he could hold both of them together and keep her locked there, restrained. A similar feeling came over her when he touched her wrists, when he held them there and pressed them to the bed. It wasn’t as if she could resist; it wasn’t as if she could pull away from this, but the sudden thoughts rising in her mind were beyond delightful.
She could feel him pulsing inside of her, could feel his shaft throbbing more violently as it began to drip steady heat from the tip. Pomni thought about trying to remind him to pull out and she suddenly remembered that he wasn’t wearing a condom. Her heart beat faster and faster as she looked at him. He wasn’t slowing down, and neither did he seem to even think about stopping. Would he just blow his load inside of her? Sure there were pills, sure there was birth control but the risk was still there. He was breeding her. Like a wild creature, like a maddened beast. Fuck, she found herself turned on by that. She found herself entirely in love with that idea. She couldn’t resist, so she would just close her eyes and let it happen.
Her eyes opened, however, when he turned her over onto her back. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her, his hazy gaze locked onto hers as he leaned down to force her into a passionate kiss. Lower lip tugged gingerly, mouth captured forcibly, hands squeezing her wrists almost painfully as he thrust in once more while her legs hung off the side of the beds. Hot cum filled her to the brim and painted her insides causing her to utter a muffled moan. Her eyes tried to shut again, but he moved his mouth to her throat to blow out a breath that had her shivering, that had her attention down on him as he began to drag his tongue from her throat down to her chest.
When he finished filling her, he let go of her wrists. They could have been bruised. Parts of her could have been touched by blue and black. Soreness radiated in various places, but all she did was look up at the ceiling while sighing. He pulled out of her slowly and he even cupped one of her breasts to toy idly with it. Would he really help her? Would he really put in a good word with his boss? Maybe this was just what was going to be her day to day from now on. That was when she remembered; she had the whole night ahead of her.
The next position he took her in was on her back but with his shaft firmly shoved into her throat while her head hung off of the bed. Balls on her nose as she laid there getting ravaged. It was hard to tell what was happening at this point. Everything was growing dark and strange, twisting into a fog miring her every thought. When his cock left her lips, he dragged her back further onto the bed to climb between her legs to plant his shaft into her cunt yet again. His hand was on her wrist again pulling one arm to the side, and his other hand was on her neck squeezing just enough that she remained awake long enough to feel a bit of soreness where he touched. She could still breathe easily enough but the reminder of something dangerous was enough to make her feel a shudder throughout her entire body. Her insides stretched wide, painted again and again. She never got to taste his seed. At some point, she had just stopped being able to muster up any strength to pretend that she hated it, that she was angry with him. On occasion his tongue would touch her, would grace her body on the various spots that had been bruised ending the feral frenzy that seemed to drive him. Her mind had gone blank. Her vision grew darker by the hour. Even as his touch softened, even as he took his sweet time with her instead of rushing. Sleep took her in the middle of her body jolting, the bed creaking lulling her into the land of dreams.
When her eyes began to crack open again, she was alone. Covers had been pulled over her, and she sat up to let them fall off. Every inch of her body was sore. She winced and grabbed onto her shoulder, rolling her arm to get out the stiffness before she sat at the edge of the bed. Still naked. Still at the casino. She got up slowly and looked around to see that Jax wasn’t in the room with her. Probably had to go out to keep on working. Did that mean she was free to go? Something came into sight at the edge of her vision. Her heart went into her throat as she hopped and yelped, but it was only an ice bag.
Sighing, she took it and muttered, “Christ, Jax. At least give me a warning you’re in here.”
A chuckle came from behind her as she pressed the ice pack against her neck, but that voice did not belong to Jax. She turned and saw the hare that she had seen in the beginning. He moved to take a seat at the edge of the bed with one leg drawn over the other, and she opened her mouth to say something, but found herself oddly calm. Instead of freaking out, she asked quietly, “Can I help you?”
“Yes, and I can do the same for you. Jax told me about your situation, and I’ve wagged my finger at him a few times. I told him he should be nicer to birthday customers, but well, nothing to do about it now. Right now, you have an outstanding debt thanks to his tricks.” He then smiled in a manner that made her feel chilled rather than warm her before he continued, “Jax told me that you’re quite the catch, and I can see that myself. As much as I’d like to sample, you look like a single touch would make you fall apart. I’m not that cruel, and so I’ll just offer you a job. Five months.”
She shivered and got a bit closer while muttering, resignation in her expression, “Not much choice, right?”
The hare reached over to touch her shoulder with one digit, his claw pressing there for a second. When he pulled his finger away, a spade similar to the one she had seen on Jax’s chest appeared before fading away. Hands held together, the strange hare breathed out, “And our contract is sealed.”
Pomni asked with a small frown, “Who are you?”
“You can call me Noel, if you’d like. I own the March Hare.” With a small smile, he got up and opened his arms, “I’m sure you’ll enjoy your time here. Ragatha will take care of your uniform and Jax will show you the ropes. I’ll let you know more about your responsibilities when you’re a bit more put together.” He walked past her and as he was about to step out the door, he turned his head and chuckled, “Welcome to wonderland.”
And with that, he was gone. She took a seat on the bed and found panic rising. Her friends had left her. She had been tricked into debt. And now she had to work off that debt for five months. The ice pack in her hand pressed to the spot where that strange mark had been just a few moments ago. She looked up and saw a mirror on the wall staring back at her. Both of her eyes were wide. Her lips turning up into a crooked smile as she tried to force a positive outlook. Just five months. Five months of possibly getting tossed around and getting used. There was no way that she was going to be any good for cards, so she knew what was going to happen to her. Wonderland. Welcome to wonderland. What a wonderful feeling. To know that there was no way out. To know that the exit had been torn away from her. She could escape, she could run, but that weird hare wouldn’t just let her go, would he?
Finally, she decided to flop back on the bed while letting the ice pack fall onto her face. The cold was nice.